I'll be my own hero. You'll see [On Hold]

Satan, take me with youuuuuu [15]

Izuku POV

There is this weird clicking noise.

It's.

So.

LOUD.

JUST SHUT UP!

The next thing I know, I shoot out of some bed and land face first on the floor. I groan and sit up.

Where the hell am I?

I look around to see a hospital like room. However, by the looks of it with no general hospital equipment, this isn't a hospital. I keep looking to find a window. There isn't much around. There also isn't anyone here. I look for cameras just in case, only to find one.

A little red light is present on the camera.

I just grin and flip it off. I keep looking around for anything. I wonder how long until somebody comes.

Only then do I realise what type of pain I'm in. Pain is flaring up throughout my entire body. I ignore it, against my better judgement, and keep looking for a weapon of some sort.

I step over towards some cabinets and rummage around. I'm not finding much except some candy and treats. I just groan and keep looking. Then some door that I didn't notice quickly bursts opens.

Then I'm on the floor. I'm held down by someone but not in a kinky way. "And here I thought, you were going to be a bottom." I smirk while pushing the purple haired boy off of me.

"You absolute fucking idiot! You were almost dead!" he scolded while smacking me lightly.

"But I didn't so suck on that! Kyoka can't have my band posters just yet!" I say playfully. He doesn't seem very amused.

"Where am I?" I ask while he helps me up. "You are supposed to be in bed resting." he says. "Don't lecture me. Is this hell? SATAN THANK YOU OH MY FUCKING SATAN! YOU FINALLY TOOK ME AWAY FROM THE BITCHY PLACE CALLED EARTH!" I practically scream as loud as Present Mic.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Hitoshi yells while punching me in the stomach. I hold my stomach and glare. "How rude. I'm wounded and you further damage my ugly ass?" I say while still glaring. "Shut up and get back into that bed." he says while dragging me back to the bed.

"No. I can't sit still idiot. You know that." I say while bouncing on my heels slightly. He pushes me back down and glares. "What?" I ask. "You shouldn't be talking so much. You got your throat sliced." eye bags says. I shrug and stand up again.

"I." I start. He glares.

"Don't."

"Izuku don't you even think about it."

"Give."

"Izuku I swear."

"A."

"Izuku fucking Midoriya."

"FUUUUCCKKKKK!" I shout as loud as I can.

I'm on the floor again since Shinso attacked me. Again.

"Are you trying to be compete with Present Mic or something?" he says with venom dripping from his voice.

With a small crack, I'm not Present Mic.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUU EYE BAGSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I shout while using the quirk.

Then I pass out. Fun.

I wake up again. I sit up only to be punched in the gut. "God fucking damn it!" I scream while holding my stomach.

"I have a fucking burn there asshat!" I yell while still clutching my stomach. "With the worry you put me through, good." I look up to see Kyoka.

"Thanks. Really feeling the love." I groan.

"Tell that to your mom." that got my attention.

"My mom? Is she okay? Did something happen? Oh my god did she-" I'm cut off by Hitoshi slapping my softly. "No. She's fine. Just worried. And angry." he somewhat reassured.

"That makes two of us." Kyoka speaks up. "Three." Hitoshi adds. "Damn! What are your fucking dads going to be angry too?" I joke. "Yes." a similar voice says. "Fuck."

"Welp. I'm dying now. Satan please save me!" I shout while I just plop on the floor. "This is where I'm staying until I die." I say while rolling onto my stomach, not the burn of course.

"Explain. Now." someone says, but I don't bother to listen since my heard is pounding, the world is spinning, everything is fuzzy, and I can't hear anything.

And then I'm out again.

That's fun.

The next time I wake up, I hope I'm not high on drugs!!

We can only hope.

For the sake of others' mentality.

Oh well.

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