The saviors [On Hold]

don't let me go [11]

Aizawa POV

We keep looking for the kid, calling out to him, hoping that he would respond. All we could ever hear is mumbling and erratic breathing.

"Over here." I call out while trying to listen. I turn to look behind a broken wall, to see the kid scratching at his bandaged arms, mumbling on and on. He was rocking himself back and forth, going on about something.

I kneeled in front of him and waved a hand in his face. "Hey, Izuku, you good?" I knew the answer but I wanted to hear it from the kid. He was trembling and looked up. He stared at me with pure fear in his eyes.

"Don't take me back. Please." he kept whispering over and over. I cradled him in my lap and rocked him back and forth. I was rubbing circles into his back and whispering sweet nothings to the kid. I'm not usually soft like this, unless it comes to my kids.

I look up to see everyone else staring at him in pity. "D-don't look at me like t-that. I d-d-don't need your pity." Izuku muttered out quickly. "Pity is for t-the weak. I d-don't want to be weak.." he added while sniffling. Hizashi kneeled down in front of the kid and rubbed his back.

"You're not weak Little Listener!" he reassured. "They always said I was." he said with slight fear and anger behind his voice. "Who's they?" Ingenium asked while running a hand through his hair. "N-nobody!" the kid said, attempting to convince us but failed miserably.

He stood up and brushed off his hospital gown. "Your knee is bleeding." I pointed out. He looked down and just stared. "I didn't notice." he said plainly while still staring at it. "Why did you run?" Hizashi asked.

Izuku POV

"I don't like questions. They always said to not answer. Plus I don't like talking about my quirk...s..." I answered truthfully. Hopefully they don't know English. Since I did say the last part in it.

"What was that last part?" the parakeet said quietly. "English." I said truthfully, in English.

"I know. I speak English." he said in Japanese. "That's what that was?" Ingenium asked while looking at us both like we're crazy.

"Why don't you like talking about your quirks?" Yamada asked in English. "Because one is super weak and the other is.. not something I want.." I answered softly while pulling at my hospital gown.

I pulled it onto my now scraped knees and started to wipe the blood off. "We should take you back to the hospital." Eraserhead said. I shook my head and sat down. "No thanks. I don't like hospitals. They freak me out."

It's true. The fact that they are so white and clean with that awful smell. The fact that you're taken there when you are usually about to die. And how you are trusting your life with a bunch of strangers. How many people die in these hospitals from accidents or events that couldn't be helped.

I snap my head up when I feel someone shaking my shoulders. "Kid. You good? You were mumbling." Eraserhead said quietly. I stepped back, not because he shook me, but because I didn't want to get hit.

"I'm sorry! I d-don't mean to- I-... please.. d-.. don't hurt me.." I said weakly while falling down a broken wall at the edge of the building. "Kid, I'm not going to hit you. Why would you think that?" the hero asked.

"B-because they always said whenever I did.. i w-would get p-p-punished." I croaked out, voice wavering like the weakling I'm constantly reminded I am.

"It's okay. Just step away from the edge and we will make sure you won't get hurt." Mic spoke softly. Somewhat unusual for the loud mouth if I'm being honest.

There is either sympathy or pity in his voice. I hate pity.

It reminds me how weak I am.

"Promise..?" I asked in English. "Promise." he said softly while smiling.

"You're lying! Y-you don't want to help!" I accused while stepping away from the wall.

"Hey, i'm not! I promise. I promise that I can help. I promise you won't get hurt." he tried again.

"You can't make promises like that! Those are promises meant to be broken and shattered!" I shouted, furious and scared of getting hurt.

I'm done getting hurt.

I won't let myself get hurt.

Or anyone else.

"I can't trust you! You're just some stupid fake hero with fake promises!" I shouted while stepping back some more, even closer to the edge. I didn't care.

Why should I care?

Nobody else does.

"You're just making a stupid promise like you did before. Then you don't even make an effort to keep it! That's why I left! I was just a burden. Just some toy. A stupid ,weak, useless, worthless nobody! Someone who is used and beaten and broken, over and over again. I get told things will get better, but they don't! They never will.." I rambled about dropping to my already scraped knees.

I start sobbing uncontrollably. I tried to keep it in, but it won't do me any good.

Then..

I feel it..

That feeling that I dread...

Not now!

Please....

how can I get to you?

stop the pain!

please.....

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