I'm No Hero (My Hero Academia Fanfic)

Chapter 38

That night, I couldn't sleep. After all I had seen, all I had witnessed, and all I had gone through, I just couldn't. My mind was on high alert.

Mom and Peter thought it would be best for Ollie and I to get some sleep the moment we got home. They were worried, and I could tell they wanted to talk to us, or at least do something more than just send us to our rooms, but they didn't. What they did was what they thought was best, and probably was as Ollie could barely keep his eyes open the moment we stepped inside our home.

While he fell fast asleep, I just couldn't.

I turned my head to see my alarm clock reading that it was three in the morning. It was then I knew it'd be impossible for me to sleep. My left hand held my right arm close to my chest. It still hurt from what happened earlier, but I guess that was to be expected, being that the medic wanted me to go to the hospital because of that. The skin around my wrist was swelling up, and it hurt every time I had touched it wrong.

My wrist wasn't what was keeping me up. Every time I had closed my eyes, I saw him. Mr. Elastic made it very clear that he was gone for good, but I couldn't help but to fear otherwise. After all, he tricked everyone once, wouldn't he be able to do it again?

After the thought nagged me, I gave up. I sat up and pushed myself up to my feet. Being in my room wasn't helping. If anything, it was making the matters worse.

Walking out of my room, I noticed a small elephant stuffed animal sitting on my desk. It was the only thing that was different in my room, otherwise, everything was how I had left it when I left to go to Sakura's that one day. Kaito must've really thought that stuffed animal would've changed everything, but instead, seeing it just made everything worse.

No. No, he was just doing what he thought was right. It wasn't. If only he'd listen. All I wanted was for someone to listen to me, and all he did was do what he thought was best. I mean, he wasn't always wrong. If it wasn't for him coming after me when Kannon tore me away from everyone, I would've never come up with that plan to stop him for good. Kaito could have just let me go on my own, which meant I probably would have been gone.

Despite all the help he did during that, I somehow knew that the next time we'd see each other, things weren't going to end well. Right now, I didn't want to think about that. I turned around and pushed my way through the door, finding someone else was doing the same thing down the hall. My eyes widened as I looked at him.

When our eyes met, the man let a heavy sigh. "Can't sleep?" Peter asked.

I shook my head. "I don't think I can with everything that happened," I honestly told him before looking down at my hands. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you or worry you, or Mom, or anyone."

His footsteps were almost silent when he walked towards me. Despite hearing him walk closer, I just stood there, closing my eyes for a moment. Him and Mom had no idea what had happened. They were just happy that we made it back alive.

Maybe they knew. It had been a while since I had seen them, or anyone really. They could've been informed about everything that had happened, but I wasn't entirely sure. All I knew was that there was no way they knew about my plans of dropping out of U.A. after all of this, nor did they know of all the horror Ollie and I had to face. Heck, even I didn't have a clue what those trio of villains forced my brother through. All I knew was what they did to me.

"Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?" Peter asked, "Or a midnight snack?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "I'd—I'd like that."

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Peter didn't say a word after that, even as he handed me a plate with a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich and a cup of tea next to it. I looked up at him as he sat across the table, wrapping his hands around a mug. The string of the tea bag dropped over the crack of the mug, almost as if that was where it was meant to go. His hand covered up the black lettering that adorned the mug, but even if his hand wasn't there, the words were already starting to fade from the amount he used that very mug.