Puppet Master

Threat?

*Ba-bump*

*Ba-bump*

*Ba-bump*

Izuku groaned.

He tried to sit up but his head pounded in protest.

"Shhhh... It's alright, dear." A gentle hand guided him back down and the gentle beating of what sounded like a heart resumed.

Where was he? He painfully peeled open his eyes and looked up. He was laying against an auburn-haired woman. For a second fear spread through his body but a deep fog covered his brain. He couldn't keep his eyes open and he fell asleep.

*Ba-bump*

*Ba-bump*

*Ba-bump*

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Izuku woke into consciousness again, not to the sound of a beating heart but to the savory smell of food being made. His empty stomach growled in hunger.

Izuku sat up from his laying down position. His head still hurt like hell but not as bad as before.

Someone entered the room. This time, Izuku did react. He felt too dizzy to do much as the tall man approached but he pressed himself up against the back cushions of the couch he was on, gripping tightly at them. He didn't know what sort of face he was making but the man paused before proceeding at a much slower and more cautious pace.

"Hey there, Izuku," the man's voice was calm. "Are you hungry?"

Izuku did not want to take foreign food but the pain in his stomach was getting too much to bare and his belly rumbled loudly in response against his protests.

Making sure to sit on the other side of the couch, the man sat down with a bowl of something warm.

Izuku eyed it carefully as he held it out. "It's alright. It is just chicken broth since you haven't eaten in a while." Izuku's mouth watered and he couldn't help himself. He reached forward and took the bowl. His arms shook. He felt so weak...

Izuku shakily brought the spoon to his lips and sipped at the broth. It was so good! And warm! Izuku drank it as fast as he could without looking greedily or weird.

The greenette let out a small, satisfied sigh when he finished, placing the bowl on his lap. He felt insanely tired all over again. Izuk didn't even realize that he had drifted off again or that the bowl was taken away and he was guided back down into a laying position.

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The next time he woke up, Izuku was much more aware of his surroundings.

He sat up and looked around the living room. Mrs. Kirishima was in the near recliner reading and Kirishima was in the far one, very intensely playing a game.

Izuku blinked a few times before he decided he should probably move or something. He really needed to use the bathroom.

Izuku slung his legs over the side and stood up.

Then he very unceremoniously fell as his legs gave out.

"Oh!" He groaned, holding his head as he struggled to get up. Izuku looked up at the sound of footsteps. Mrs. Kirishima crouched slightly and held out her hand. Both of their eyes widened as a string formed from his right wrist. Izuku froze. He waited. And waited. And waited. But nothing happened. She didn't take the string or retract her hand. The woman smiled down at him.

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'They, the Kirishima's love you very much, dear. Ei- er... Kirishima and Mr. Kirishima and... Mrs. Kirishima. They all love you very much.'