A Vigilante Barista [Vigilante deku, dadzawa]

Chapter 5 - injured

[Third Person POV]
[1990 words]

'You're not my son. You're useless!' Hisashi snapped as he hit the child over the head.

The small greenette didn't make a sound. He just accepted the beating. His father continued to kick his frail body, until he had nearly passed out.

The boy glanced at his computer. Codes were running across the screen. They looked exciting to the child; he wanted to alter them, replicate them, make them better. Indestructible.

'You should be obedient! Why are you wasting your time with this bullshit!' His father snapped, smoke was oozing from his clenched teeth.

He looked towards his father with a blank expression.

'Because I want to.' The child sat up and smiled a twisted smile.

The hero glared at his son, he was infuriated.

'How dare you!' He snapped.

Fire poured from his mouth, burning the child's clothes away. It was hot. So very hot, it stung. It burned. It burns, it burns!

'It burns!' The teen screamed as he sat himself up quickly in the hospital bed. He was hyperventilating; desperate to inflate his lungs with air, he felt like he was suffocating in smoke. His whole body ached, he cried. He felt like he was on fire.

Machines were beeping around him, the noise scared him.

He saw someone rush towards him and try talking to him, but he couldn't hear them. He could barely see them, his contacts had gone foggy. Another person rushed towards him, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, he let out a scream.

But the pain he felt began to disappear. The burning sensation faded away, but he felt so hot. He blinked a few times until his contacts were cleared, then he assessed his surroundings.

He was in a hospital bed, in a small room. The door had a lock on it, and the only window in the room overlooked a courtyard. Aizawa was standing by his bed, asking him if he was ok, while a nurse was adjusting what seemed to be an IV.

He looked towards the nurse, who was looking at the machines carefully. She recorded data onto a clipboard, then left the room.

'Oi, Diamond.' Aizawa called.

The teen looked towards the hero quickly as he uncomfortably shifted away from the hero.

'Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare or something?' Aizawa asked.

The teen tightly gripped onto his old burn scar. He looked down, noticing he was basically covered in bandages. He looked at his arm, where 'failure' had been carved into his arm. Of course it was the one part that hadn't been covered by a bandage, just his luck.

'You've been out for a few hours... a doctor with a healing quirk managed to fix your broken bones, but left the grazes and stitched wounds to heal on their own...' Aizawa explained.

'Alright...' the teen mumbled.

'So you can talk?' The hero smiled.

'Well... you heard me when I woke myself up... I used sign language to hide my voice, no point now...' He quietly explained.

His voice sounded hoarse, not like his usual calming tone. He was glad, it meant Aizawa wouldn't realise who he really was.

'Yeah, I can guess why you hid your voice...' Aizawa smirked.

The teen looked towards the hero, his head slanted to the side with a confused expression.

'Because you're a minor, aren't you...' Aizawa sat down in a chair.