Healing (Hitoshi x Izuku)-Discontinued-

Chapter 6 ⚠️

Hitoshi's POV

   I bolt upright as soon as my consciousness begins to come back to me. 'Fuck what time is it?'

   I scramble to get my phone from the nightstand: 9am. I release a breath and drag a hand down my still tired face. I woke up way too suddenly.... I have about an hour before my first class starts.

   Like hell I'm getting up before 9 in the morning, so I took later classes. I'm lucky I woke up in time though, I totally forgot to set an alarm last night.

   I scratch an annoying itch on my chest as I get out of bed and make my way to the bathroom to shower. Still very, very groggy.

   I hop in and do my thing. Hoping that washing my body and the hot water might make this annoying itch go away, maybe it's dry skin or something. I make a mental note to get moisturizer next shopping trip.

  As I get out and dry myself off, wrapping the towel around my waist. I go to brush my teeth when I spot something in the mirror that makes my heart stop.

   On the left side of my chest, there's a green tattoo etched into the skin. A very familiar green.

  
'April 12, 20xx, 8:32AM'

   My heart drops into my stomach and I quickly lift my right hand to see that the black smudge on my finger is gone. 'What the fuck?!'

   How does someone miss something like that? What the fuck even happened? Who... wait. That shade of green... "NO FUCKING WAY!"

   I try my best to slow my heart rate and catch my breath. It feels like the wind was knocked out of me. 'So it's Izuku huh?' I take a seat on the bathroom floor, resting my elbows on my knees and bowing my head to think.

   I'm so conflicted!
   I never wanted to meet my soulmate, but I can't say I'm upset that it's the broccoli headed boy I share this dorm with.
   What if something happens and it doesn't work out, he's my soulmate of course it will work out... but what if he's taken from me?
What if I end up in the same pitiful state my dad is in?

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*flashback*

It was the day after my 9th birthday, I was woken up to yelling and the sound of the front door slamming shut. My parents would get into arguments every now and then, but it was never anything serious and they always worked it out pretty quick. My mom usually would go for a drive to calm down while dad would make some coffee to chill out and wait.

A few hours later, mom still wasn't home. I'd gotten dressed for the day and was helping dad fix up lunch to surprise her with her favorite. She'd never left for this long before, I could tell he was worried.

The hours passed and the sun was starting to set. Dad was pacing back and fourth in the living room, full of worry about mom. Every once in a while I'd hear him mutter a bad word to nobody in particular. Then there was a knock on the door.

Dad ran to open it as I trailed behind him. The door swung open to reveal a police officer who wore a solemn expression as he asked "This is the Shinsou residence, correct?"

My dad nodded before the officer continued, "I'm assuming you're the husband of a Mihiko Shinsou?"

Dad nods again, "yes, Hajime. Is she ok? Did something happen?"

The officer presses his lips into a thin line before saying the words that triggered the biggest change in my life. "I'm sorry to bring the news Sir, but there was an accident not far from here earlier this morning. She was pronounced dead at the scene. You have my condolences" he handed my father a small stack of papers and walked to his cruiser.

After that, he changed. He was a quiet, yet kind man. But he started drinking, and he'd get angry after he passed his limit. I'd learned to give him space when he got like that, or he'd lash out at me. His binges would always end with him sobbing in his room until he passed out.

I was left to deal with mom's death alone while also taking care of a drunkard. I started finding it harder and harder to connect to the people around me, I stopped getting decent sleep, I stopped feeling anything other than a cold emptiness in my chest.

Things were manageable though, that is until one night he was exceptionally drunk. He'd gotten ahold of some whiskey instead of his usual beer. It's been a couple years since mom died at this point and his drinking turned into an all day every day thing.

Whenever liquor was involved he'd get viciously angry, and he wouldn't calm down till he blacked out. I didn't know he'd been dipping into it instead of the usual beer when I went to go make a late evening snack.

"You know, if you were never born, she'd still be here" I'd heard this line from him before. Apparently the argument that happened on the day she died was about me and wether or not I should be allowed to go on a field trip while I had a failing grade. Nothing serious, but mom tended to get heated pretty quickly. Because of all that, in his despair, his mind had made it my fault.

Usually he'd rant about wishing I'd never been born and then he'd go to bed, but this time was different. Suddenly my face was whipped to the side as a harsh sting set in on my cheek. He'd slapped me, and this was the beginning of a new habit as my dad decided beer wasn't strong enough to drown his mind out anymore.

It was never more than a few bruises, maybe a busted lip every once in a while. Teachers at my middle and high schools couldn't care less about their students though and I was so isolated from everyone already that nobody seemed to notice me at school. Nobody noticed, and I still only felt that numb empty feeling, so I just dealt with it alone.

*flashback end*
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I took a shaky breath and ran my fingers through my hair. Regardless, I've got to talk to Izuku about this. It is kind of a big deal.

Thinking about it though, I can't help but feel relieved that my soulmate is as sweet and adorable as the little greenette I share my dorm with. I smile at the thought, maybe I don't have anything to worry about.