What Gives You The Right? ~ ShinDeku

Chapter: 6

Tw: this chapter touches on a few sensitive topics.

3rd POV

Midoriya woke with a start, thrashing around.

It's something he does, when he knows he didn't go to sleep on his own accord, he wakes up trying to land a hit on anything.

But when he didn't hit anything, he took into account the couch he was laying on and the dull ache in his side.

Opening his eyes he was met with darkness, but when his eyes adjusted he could see he was in a house.

Shit. What happened?! Hito is going to fucking kill me!

The sun seemed to be rising, so Midoriya grabbed his hoodie, which he had been stripped of, and carefully put it over the bandages.

Damn.. I don't pass out over a simple stab wound.. was something on the knife? Must've been.

He felt bad for leaving without saying that you to the people that nursed him back to health, but it's what had to be done.
They would surely ask questions. Why he was stabbed, what happened. Though he also had a sneeking suspicion that it was the underground hero following him around.

And if that was so, he really did need to get out of there because the minute he woke, the hero would likely turn him in.

Midoriya went to the nearest window, opening it silently.

Something he had picked up over the years.

He easily slipped out of the small entrance and closed the window behind him with one this on his mind.

Hitoshi will literally kill me.

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"Shouta!"

What a great way to be woken up. He hated when it was his husband yelling at him, it somehow made him grumpier.

Aizawa stumbled out of bed, grabbing his glasses he used in the morning because he was too lazy to put in contacts.

"Hm?" He mumbled, squinting to see as he entered to living room.

Yamada pointed around frantically. "The kid! Is gone! Just gone!"

Aizawa sighed. He had a feeling this would happen.

Looking around he noticed the window was unlocked, something that they never did because they never used the windows in general. If they wanted fresh air, they would go on a walk.

Aizawa chuckled to himself.

Damn problem child.

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As expected, Midoriya's trip to the cave was slower because the sun was now up so he couldn't jump from roof to roof without being seen. Not to mention he was still a bit drowsy from whatever was on the knife.

He groaned, it was actually kind of cold but he enjoyed it.

He had finally made it to the cave and was seriously considering if he should fake his own death before he went back in there.

I mean.. it can't be too bad?

Oh no. It was either he faked his death, or he was real dead the minute he stepped inside the cave.

Nevertheless he stepped inside, being met with a heavy glare and a purple haired boy walked up angrily, holding a wooden spoon in a threatening manner.