Shattered

Where am i?

DEKU'S POV

I woke up in a place with bright white walls and bright lights. "Why the fuck am i in a hospital?" I thought. Then it all came back. I had jumped...but was cuaght. I banged my fist down on the bed. 

"Whoa there kid. Calm down." Someone said. I turned around to see Eraserhead. I tried to say something but i couldnt. "You still in shock?" He asked. I shook my head. I put a hand to my chest,then made and X with my hands and pulled them apart,then i put my hands by my mouth and put them together and together again. What i was trying to saaay was "i cant talk" but well...i couldnt. 

He nodded. "Do you know sign language?" He asked me. I shook my head again. He pondered it for a moment. Then he looked like he had and idea. He  grabbed a note book and pen and walked towards me. My first instinct was to shield myself. I soon realized that he wasnt going to hurt me. When i had the courage to open my eyes i saw he wore a pained expression. "I'm just going to give you the notebook alright?" He asked me. I nodded and he carefully handed it to me. 

I took it and quickly wrote-I'm sorry that was on instinct- He looked at me and nodded. "So what is your name?" He asked. -Izuku Midoriya- i wrote out. "Well izuku do you know why your here?" He asked. I slowly nodded my head and looked down. "Do you know why you had cuts and bruises eveywhere?" He asked. Fear struck my eyes. I started visibly shaking. "Whoa there kid calm down." He told me. He started moving towards me and i put my guard up and this time he didnt stop. 

He ran up to me and when i was expecting to be hit he just wrapped his arms around me. I didnt know what to do. I had never been hugged by anyone after the age of 4. The only physical touch i had was abuse or rape. He pulled back and i didnt realize I was crying until he pointed it out. In fear of getting beat I hurriedly wiped my tears and pretended that didnt happen. "Kid your not gonna be hurt by me." He told me with a sad voice. -a lot of people have told me that- i wrote. 

He looked confused for a moment and then realization hit his face. He was still near me but he slowly reached for my wrist. I panicked but knew i couldnt do anything to stop it. He pulled up the sleeves of the hospital gown and saw hundreds of scars. "K-kid wh-why would you d-do this?" He asked visibly shaken. 

-no one has every cared for me. I never knew what it was like to be loved or have a friend. But the worst part is i never new why. Is it because of my quirks?is it my parents? But one day in middle school my ex-best friend told me "go take a swan dive off of a building" and i decided that on my birthday that i would give myself and everyone else a present-i wrote and showed it to him.

He looked shaky. "Kid i know what its like to experience some bullying or some bad stuff but this? How are you still alive?" He asked me. -because before you found me i served a tiny purpose serving tiny deeds- i wrote. He looked up at me in realization. 

AIZAWA'S POV

"Your that mysterious hero!" I yelled.  He shielded himself softly as he nodded. Guilt struck me. "I-I'm sorry kid i didn't mean to raise my voice." I assured him. He nodded. "Well kid i have to go." I told him. He nodded. -thank you Shota Aizawa:Eraserhead!-he wrote. "H-how do ou know my real name?" I asked cautiously. He looked up at me and then his eyes went wide. -well i always loved hero's and i wanted to learn as much as i could about them! I started picking up magazines and eventually i just knew a lot about pro hero's- he wrote quickly like he was scared i wasnt going to come back.

"Ok kid. I'm going to be back soon alright?" I told him. He nodded. And he laid back and went to sleep clutching the notebook. I took a picture (because why not) and ended out the door. I called Hizashi and told him i was coming back soon. I got into the car (and thank god it was a Saturday) and drove home. As soon as i got home i collapsed onto the couch and started to cry a little. Hizashi was the first to come over and come fort me. 

"What's wrong?" He asked. "The kid i saved yesterday...he's so....broken." I angered to put it. "Why do you say that?" He asked me. "His first instinct was to shield himself when i came towards him...and he had scars all over his body... i mean i dont know how that kid has clear skin left. He cant talk because he was never allowed to. And he's the mystery hero....i saw he only is a hero because he wants to make a difference. He is a lot like you Hizashi." I told him. he was silent for a minute. "I want to meet him. As soon as possible." He told me. "Hizashi its three in the morning." I scolded. "Ok fine. But did he tell you why he almost....you know." He asked desperately. I nodded and explained what he had said to me.

"The worst thing was that he said yesterday was his birthday and he said that it would be a gift if he died for himself and everyone else....i almost couldn't take it Hizashi." I cried. "Well how about we get him a gift for his birthday?" Hizashi asked. I nodded. I heard footsteps behind us and i quickly wiped my tears. 

"Hey Hitoshi." I told him(Shinso is their son). Hey dad,hey papa. What are you doing up this late?" He asked. "I just got back from visiting that boy." I told him. He nodded. "Hey do you know any gifts a boy your age would want?" I asked. "Well do you know what he likes?" Hitoshi asked. I shook my head. "If this is the kid thats in the hospital you could get him books or games to pass the time." Hitoshi suggests. I nodded. "Thanks bud." Hizashi thanked him. Hizashi went out to get books and games while he let me sleep. 

I fell asleep with hope that izuku would be ok. 

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Hey lovelies!!! It's your author here!!!! Sooo hows the story? Well ill take any feedback and I'm going through a rough time rn so ill be writing maybe a third chapter in the same day =)