A world that divides us mha/bnha

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『Even if you know what's coming your never prepared for how it feels』

Day sixteen: we know.

It's been awfully quiet in the pro hero's house hold for the past day or so. After Aizawa had told Izuku he knew who he was and how he managed to figured it out, Izuku made a mental note not to underestimate the underground hero's mind and detective skills. There has been more thinking than talking.

Izuku almost wish he could mutter up a storm and write it all down. But since the whole being dead thing he hasn't mutter or rambled without meaning to. He also hasn't written in any of his books since they disappeared. More like his mom took them when she left but same thing.

The full on breakdown that happened shortly after Izuku was told, lasted a long, long time. It was well into the night. The young boy sat huddled silently crying, letting blood tears flood his face like he would when he was still alive. Exept those would be reall tears not blood the pooled and trickle down his face then disappear into nothing when falling from his chin.

The older man sat with him stroking the boys back and petting his hair soothing Izuku as much as he possibly can. He would attempt to dry Izuku's eyes but the blood wouldn't budge. He tried to wipe it away with his finger but the blood tears acted as ghostly as the boy.

So instead the hero wrapped Izuku up all safe and warm protected from his grief and pain. And that's how the two of them stayed, Izuku seeking comfort in Aizawa, and Aizawa feeling relief that the boy is in fact still here. All be it crying into his top. The blood didn't stain so Aizawa had zero problems with it. Not to say that he would have had an issue if it did stain, he was a hero after all. An underground one at that.

Sadly the boy's outbursts yesterday had left Izuku in a bad way. Worsening his already bad state to a new level.

It was the morning when the man woke up. Confused to his strange scenery, it took him a while to realise he's with Izuku in the spare room. Aizawa also noticed, when he saw the boy, how pale and sickly the poor kid looked. And to say he was more pale than usual is a big warning sign for him. He'd known who the kid was for a while and was surprised to find out ghosts existed. Before he was but on a case of a missing body.

Too many things added up for Aizawa. The deal Izuku made. His capture. Then when he died, the fact he was still tethered to the world. Izuku wasn't a ghost, he might not even be dead. One thing is for certain tho, a very bad man has Izuku's body.

Izuku was a mess of hyped up emotions when he woke up. And he woke up a few time in the night.

Izuku was clearly upset he never got to finish his story. Aizawa really wanted him to, it could help him process and cope. And give Aizawa a new perspective that could help him on Izuku's case.

Izuku was visibly hopeful that he would have gotten over whatever binds him in not speaking about the events, but he just had no energy to try. Or to test it out. In fact izuku had no energy for anything really. The boy has been in and out of sleep since he had calmed down last night.

Almost dissociating, weaving in and out of concussion, and not uttering a word. He lock eyes with Aizawa every now and then, giving him small slow blinks. The milky eyes looked just as drained as Aizawa felt. The boy was shattered Aizawa concluded.

In fact Aizawa had only just woken up again when a knock at the door sounded out. Groggy from sleep he made his way out the boys room, where he must have fallen asleep countless times, and to the front door.

"Hello?" He called out looking around for the person that knocked. After he saw no one shota let a frown cross over his face. He wasn't in the mood for pranksters.