I'm Weak, But Tougher Than Iron (A My Hero Academia Fanfic)

Chapter 14-Danger

 Izuku's arm fell to the ground as blood spouted from where it was attached to his shoulder. Streaks of crimson shot out like jets, painting a burning tree red. He wanted to cry out in anguish, but his throat was being pressured by a gloved hand. His feet kicked against the body of his assailant, trying to weaken his grip as much as possible. Nothing worked, however, he was an unmoving body of darkness who seemed to be invincible. "Did you adhere to my warning," it spoke, sending shivers crawling all over his body, "Izuku? I said that I was going to take you," Hisashi's body opened up and tentacles of darkness shot out and wrapped around Izuku, "even if it means I have to break you." One of the tentacles twisted Izuku's neck to the left, causing his body to slump like a broken doll. Wind enveloped the corpse as Hisashi consumed it, whipping up a tornado that destroyed the bloodied tree.

It took several blinks for Izuku's emerald pupils to get adjusted to the blinding light shining through his window. "I really hate dreaming..." he sighed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Getting up, he stared directly at the poster across from him, taking in the myriad of colors that assaulted his exhausted pupils. "Today's Thursday, isn't it?" He groggily attempted a grab at his phone, faltering on his first and second attempt, only to pick it up on the third. "Third times the charm I guess...and I was right." The hair on his forearms stood up at the thought of tomorrow being the thirteenth. How did six months already pass? He ponders, pulling the bedsheet off of him as he did. The frigid air washed over him, a small shiver overcame his body as the green light from his chest dulled.

He stretched towards the ceiling, causing the joints in his arms to loosen up a bit. "Everything fucking hurts," sighing, he stood up and walked over to his closet. When he opened it a pile of unwashed clothing flowed out of it, "huh...I guess I forgot about this. Well," he bent down and started picking up clothing, the first was a shirt with streaks of blood on the hem. "I should probably do this," a burning sensation built up in his calves as he perched over the pile of filthy workout, and normal, clothing. "I don't know how all of this built up, I've been regularly doing my laundry..." he blankly looked at each shirt he picked up as blood was apparent on the hem of all the workout ones. "Holy shit...have I really been letting Kacchan beat the living hell out of me?" It's obvious that Katsuki had been rubbing off on him for the past couple of months. Although it was only the swearing he caught on to. 

Horrified, he counted about 8 shirts stained in different shades of brown, all of them were at the hem. He shook his head before standing, the scent of iron entering his nose was almost overwhelming. "The stench is disgusting too," he wanted to clinch his nostrils together, but the clothing would've fallen. "It's baffling how I just noticed this." He opened his door and walked out, the muscles protruding from his calf had become somewhat noticeable. The detail of them wasn't profound, but if you were looking you could easily see it. Especially when he walked on his toes, which was a rare occasion. "Here we go," he commented. The washer door swung open and he shoved the clothing inside. He closed it with one hand while the other opened the tray for the detergent. He instinctively reached for the bleach, mainly because it would get the stains out. But he tore his hand away and grabbed the detergent instead. Pouring a decent amount in, he shut the tray and began the sequence for the washer. A ring blared directly into his ear; it was the doorbell. "Whoever it is," he looked towards the door and noticed the clock hanging above it. He only had forty minutes before the last school day of the week would begin. "Just give me a moment!" He ran back to his room after calling out. He rushed into his closet and pulled his school pants off of the hanger. Quickly he put them on and bent down to grab two socks, quickly sheathing his feet within them. Within a moment he grabbed his shirt, plus the jacket, and began to head for the front door as it rang again. "If it's you Kacchan, I swear," at this point he had slid both of his arms into the shirt and it was halfway down his body. His hand was already twisting the doorknob when the shirt finally settled. "Oh," he looked at his pink haired friend, his shaky smile steadied itself over the course of a few quick seconds. "I didn't think that you'd be at my door, let alone when classes start in thirty minutes." He maintained eye contact with her as the UA jacket went over his arms.