Warnings for this chapter: Small amount of cussing, talk of abuse, and mentioned major character death.
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"–clearly malnourished and has scars all over his body," A frail voice of a woman speaks quietly, the first thing Hitoshi wakes up to.
"The scars are both old and new, some overlapping older ones. There is a particular... scar on his back that I am completely disgusted by," The woman continues while Hitoshi tries to remember where he was. Suddenly, his PTSD episode and Aizawa helping him to Recovery Girl's office hits him full force. Hitoshi slowly opens his eyes, wincing at the bright lights, slowly sitting up with a head full of cotton.
"Shinsō-san," Recovery Girl greets softly, walking into his blurry vision. Hitoshi rubs his head before glancing around the room, noticing a guilty Nemuri, a furious Shōta, and a worried Nezu.
"Recovery Girl-san," Hitoshi says, wincing at how hoarse his voice was. How long was he asleep? Actually, when the fuck did he pass out?
"How are you feeling?" The old woman asks worriedly while Hitoshi gives her a blank expression.
"Like All Might punched me full force through a building," Hitoshi says dryly, staring down at his hands. He notices he was wearing a clean tank top, a sports bra, and white sweats. An IV was stuck into his left arm and a thin white blanket was covering his legs.
"How long have I been out?" Hitoshi asks in confusion before yawning loudly.
"Just a day. Your body needed the rest after your episode yesterday," Recovery Girl answers while Hitoshi stretches his arms.
"Yaoyorozu refused to leave your side when she heard you were in here. She brought your siblings as well. She's quite persistent," The old woman adds, tilting her head towards another hospital bed where Momo was fast asleep with Himari and Hayate curled at her sides.
"Idiot. I'm fine," Hitoshi says affectionately with a roll of his eyes.
"Shinsō," Shōta starts dryly with narrowed eyes. Hitoshi averts his gaze, tensing his shoulders.
"Why didn't you tell anyone that you were being abused?" He continues, making Hitoshi scoff.
"Sorry for not saying anything. I'm never too fond of adults telling me I'm a fucking liar," Hitoshi says harshly.
"'Mihoko-san is such a nice lady! Don't go spouting lies about your mother, she's in grief! Already starting on the path of villainy, why won't the police listen to me? Honestly! First this stupid phase of you thinking you're a boy and now lies about your mother, a nice caring lady who always deals with your shit?!' I've learned to just keep my mouth shut and give as little attention to myself and my siblings as possible," Hitoshi adds, recalling some of the more popular things adults had told him when he tried revealing the abuse he had to endure.
"Mm!" Himari hums before rushing over to Hitoshi, stumbling from her still sleeping limbs. Hitoshi quickly helps her climb on his bed, letting the three year old hug him tightly.
"Hey Hima-chan. How are you?" The indigo haired boy asks softly while Himari starts crying.
"You scared me," Himari whispers in his ear, tears falling down her face. Hitoshi smiles softly and wipes her tears away.
"Sorry Hima-chan. Did Momo-chan bring you here?" Hitoshi apologizes. Himari smiles slightly.
"She bought 'yate and I ice cream while we waited," Himari signs, making Hitoshi chuckle. Himari yawns loudly, rubbing her eye, trying to stay awake.
"Go back to sleep. I'll be here," Hitoshi says softly, Himari pouting before she curls up in a ball. She falls asleep immediately on Hitoshi's lap. Nemuri walks over and gently sits on the edge of Hitoshi's bed.
"When did the abuse start?" Nemuri asks quietly. Hitoshi runs a hand through Himari's hair for comfort.
"The physical abuse didn't start until I was around twelve. The verbal and emotional started when I first showed signs of being... trans," Hitoshi hesitantly says, glancing up at Nemuri before averting his gaze again.
"Papa and I were driving back home when a drunk driver swerved in our lane. He managed to avoid getting hit, but he swerved too much and flipped the car. It slid down the road and bent around a streetlight. I was miraculous unharmed, except for cuts on my legs that would scar and a severe concussion. Papa... Papa died of blood loss. Papa accepted me as Hitoshi, he understood that I was born in the wrong body. When he died... Mama broke. Before, she would just insult me or ignore me, but afterwards... well, I look too much like my father and she hated it," Hitoshi says quietly.
"Can you–can you tell us how you got each of your scars?" Recovery Girl asks hesitantly. Hitoshi stares at her with narrowed eyes, thoughts going a mile a minute before he hesitantly nods his head.
"The three long scars on my legs are from the car crash. The small burn scars covering my legs are from some of my mother's... friends when they smoked. The ones covering my arms are from me protecting myself from shattered glass on the floor. The long slashes on my stomach and chest are from my mother slashing me with a knife. The–the words on my back are–they were from my mother carving a knife into my back. Those are all the main ones," Hitoshi says, pointing to the area of each scar he mentioned.
"Your mother... carved words into your back?" Nemuri asks, furious. Hitoshi flinches at the tone of her voice before nodding
"Cuntboy Tranny. I passed out halfway through and I think she called her doctor friend to make sure my back was fixed up. He didn't stitch it or left any pain medication for me, but when I woke up, my back was wrapped in bloody bandages and I was in my... room," Hitoshi says, reaching behind to rub his back.
"I'm fine now, though. You don't have to worry Midnight-Sensei," Hitoshi says with a fake smile. Nemuri huffs while trying to keep the tears from falling.
"You're not Hitoshi-chan. You're not okay," Nemuri says, making Hitoshi flinch. She gently takes his hands into hers and gives him a sad but reassuring smile.
"But that's okay. You can get better," Nemuri finishes, Hitoshi staring at her with wide eyes. He bites his lip and he shakes his head. Tears start to fall from his eyes, silent sobs escaping his mouth.
"How? How is it okay? I have to be fine, for my siblings, for my friends. I–I have to be fine," Hitoshi asks, furiously trying to rub away the tears.
"It's okay. It's okay, but you have to let us help. You have to let the adults, your siblings, your friends help. You are not broken forever," Nemuri says, emotion making her voice thick. Hitoshi clenches his eyes shut, rubbing them harshly.
"Nemuri-san..." Hitoshi trails off, voice cracking. He drops his hands, eyes wide with desperation.
"Please. Please help me. I can't take it anymore."
Nemuri cries softly, pulling Hitoshi into a tight hug, Hitoshi sobbing loudly into her shoulder.
"I promise I will."
The others in the room stay silent while Nemuri comforts the broken teenager. How the hell could they have missed how broken this kid was in the three months he was a student here? How?
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Hey. Okay. So, maybe a little bit of a filler? Maybe? I don't know. Also, the mentioned character death was Hitoshi's father. Hope you enjoy the chapter! Also, hope you enjoy the two chapters in one day after a huge hiatus!
I would like to thank everyone for reading my book. I was honestly surprised when I noticed that I reached 1.5k readers. I promise to make more of an effort to update this book, even if I have writer's block. Bai!
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Fanfiction[CURRENTLY REWRITING: 10/22/21] Hitoshi didn't mind it. As long as Hayate and Himari are safe, he'll take the abuse. He just hopes his friends and teachers at UA don't find out. It's the first time he's ever had an actual family, he doesn't want to...
