Gain my trust

-Fear-

Izuku's POV

After that confrontation with heroes, I decided to call it a night. Might as well let the heroes do their jobs since I have been stealing it for the past few years. I honestly wonder what they'll do with the information they've received. Any who, as I jumped from building to building, my thought directed to my two friends. Have they gone home? Well, the answer is no. As I enter my apartment, I see Mei on my bed, fast asleep. Hitoshi, however, was still in the lab. As I had inferred the first time meeting him, he most likely had insomnia, similar to me. His dark circles under his eyes gave it away and this just proved my inference right. I sigh and walk towards him. No, I have not forgotten that I had been stabbed less than 30 minutes ago. I choose to ignore my problems and attend others, because that's what I've been taught my whole life. 

"Insomnia, huh?" I say, looking down at what he was building. Gotta say, he has great craftsmanship. He was building what seemed to be a more advanced version of Present Mic's speaker. He abruptedly stops to look at me and nods. "Hey, come on. We still need to bandage you up. I'd bet my life that Mei didn't clean you up," I say, extending my arm to him. He takes it and I bring him over to the medicine cupboard. I disinfect and patch all his wounds up in a matter of minutes. We then head back to the table, where he was working on the speaker and just sit in silence.

 "Can I ask you a question?" he says, breaking the silence. "You just did," I say, raising an eyebrow and grinning. He gave me a 'Are you serious?' type of face, which made me giggle and say, "Okok, I was teasing. Go ahead." He turned to face the speaker and sighs. "Why did you offer me to come over so easily? You just met me, but it seems that you care for me more than anyone ever has.." he says, causing me to sigh. "Well, first and foremost, it didn't matter that I had just met you. You were injured and the most logical thing to do was to help you get patched up. The reason I brought you here without a second thought was because, when I called you out, you had a certain look in your eyes. One that holds great pain and fear. They were like mine, before I started this vigilante business. I knew that look so well, that made me instantly feel the need to protect you. You aren't the only person I've come across that share the look, though. I've managed to help most but there were a minority that I didn't help in time, and that makes me feel so guilty. So, the minute I saw you, I knew that you were one of those people who needed protection. And I can already make a guess why you're being hurt all the time," I explain. He looks up at me shocked and says, "What's your guess?" I look at him and reply, "You're quirk, right?" His eyes widened and he starts trembling. My guess, panic attack. I used to have them, so I knew what to do. 

"Hitoshi, I need you to breathe. Follow my breathing. In.... Out... In.... Out.... There you go," I directed and he complied. "T-thanks. I j-j-just hate m-m-my quirk. If I told you, you would hate me and abandon me like everyone else did," he says with tears in his, causing me to sigh. "Hitoshi, didn't I tell you I'm quirkless? No matter what quirk you have, it will NEVER change my way of seeing you. You can tell me," I say in a soft tone. He looked a little more relax, but still stayed in a stiff position. "Brainwashing, but they need to reply to my question if I want to activate it on them," he mutters, but I managed to catch it. "Woah, that's an awesome quirk. By the quirk name, I bet people hate you because they think you're a villain. Let me tell you, a quirk does not define a person. It's the way you use it that defines what type of person you want to be. The minute you told me you wanted to try out for UA, I knew you're taking the road to be a hero, so no one can define you as a villain, unless you choose to use your quirk for villainous reasons. You should remember that. Anyways, do you know what you could use it for?! You can easily stop suicide victims, way more easily than I can. You could easily brainwash any villain, because, let me tell you, most villains are stupid enough to reply you whilst battling," I say, rolling my eyes. He chuckles at this, causing me to smile. "Forget about them. You know have me and Mei, you're bestfriends! You can't take it back, because you agreed to enter our wacky world by following us here," I say with a proud tone. "I am more than happy to join, but do know that I might make it way more wackier than it is," he says, deadpanning. I doubled over, laughing and he joins me.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Right, I was stabbed. "I need to use the bathroom, just stay here and make yourself comfortable," I say, getting up. 

Somewhere else~ 

Aizawa's POV

I can't get that problem child out of head. How he seemed unfazed my the knife impaling him was beyond me. Without me knowing, Hizashi came in the room and hugged me from behind. "You're thinking of the boy, aren't you? I'm just really thankful he saved you," he says. "But 'Zashi... He's 14 and was unfazed by a knife impaling him. That's not ok," I say in a frustrated tone. "I'm supposed to be a hero, but I let him get hurt. I'm twice as old as him, and I let him get hurt," I mutter. "Hey, don't be so sad. He did what he did to protect you. As much as I hate waiting to know if he's ok too, I'm sure he started this vigilantism knowing that he will obviously get hurt here and there. He saved you because he, for sure, cares about you," my boyfriend says lovingly. I have to admit, underneath all the guilt, I know what 'Zashi said is true. I sigh and place my head on his chest. I guess now all we have to do is to wait and see if he's fine.

-Back to our boy Izu-

After I finished bandaging myself up, I head back to Hitoshi. I was thankful that my uncle was on a business trip, otherwise, things would be messy by now. I sigh at the thought of my uncle. I shake my head and pushed the man at the back of my head before entering my bedroom. Mei was still asleep and Hitoshi stared out the window, most likely deep in thought. "Hey Izu? Why do you call me Hitoshi? I thought most people call each other by their last name when they just met?" Hitoshi randomly asks. I thought about it, before answering him. "Well, judging by the condition I found you in, I'd already made a prediction that you didn't have the best home life. Most people I meet who don't have good lives always flinch at the mention of their family name. Another thing was that I saw the pain increase in your eyes when you were introducing yourself to me and Mei. That's it, I think," I reply. He nods understandingly before muttering a 'thank you'.

"I-i know this a sudden request and all, but can you train me please? If I do get into UA, I don't want to be labelled as the weak one, even if it was the support class. Please!" he suddenly asks, facing me and bowing. I wave my hand frantically in front of him and say," Hey, don't bow!! It's fine I'll be more than glad to help you!" He looks up at me, eyes filled with shock. I've been meaning to take a leave from my vigilante work for a while. As much as I wouldn't mind fighting with a stab wound since my pain tolerance level is high, I do feel a little tired from everything. And this gives me a good reason to do so. "Thank you!" he says, bowing again. "Bow one more time and make sure you're permanently bent over," I say, causing him to shoot up. I burst into giggle before ushering him towards the second bed I have for him to sleep.