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Mhm… the weekend, it’s the beat time of the week. No school at all. Only possible downside is that I could have homework, thankfully I don’t though. But there’s also the fact that I don’t really leave the house, so I’m sorta around him if he’s home…
Which he is…
Everyone is home actually, mom, my younger sister and three younger brothers. The gangs all here, woo…
As I laid sprawled across our couch, flicking through the TV channels, little Shoto walks up to me, a sad look on his face. He’s twiddling his fingers too, so something is defiantly on his mind.
“Hey…” I whisper, smiling at him. When he didn’t smile back my concern grew just a little more. I sat up, “what’s wrong?”
Shoto didn’t respond at first, just continued to stare at the ground. When he finally did, only now do I notice the tears welling up in his multi-coloured eyes. “I don’t wanna train with dad today…” Shoto mumbles, a tear or two escaping his eyes. I frown, no one ever wants to train with that man, understandably so.
Pulling Shoto up onto my lap, I lean back into the couch while resting his head on my chest, stroking his hair.
“Shh, it’s alright. I’ll talk to him okay? I’ll try and get you out of it…” Shoto sniffles, nodding his head as he buried it further into me. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve talked to our ‘father’ to stop him from pushing and hurting Shoto, sometimes even taking his place in training so he can take a break.
Continuing to pet the half and half boys red and white hair, a sudden thought pops in my head. One that I know will make my little brother happy, guaranteed.
“Hey, how about I make you your favourite?” I question, gazing down at the little boy in my arms. Shoto’s head snaps up, eyes staring at me, seeming to sparkle. Whether it was from the tears, general enthusiasm or both, the emotion he was feeling was clear as day via the bright smile on his face.
“You mean-!” He asked. My smile widens as I nod.
“Yep! Cold soba!!” I cheer. The bright smile that appeared on Shoto’s face warmed my heart. I’d do anything to make sure this smile stays for as long as possible.
“Can you go check and see if we have everything we need? If we don’t, you wanna come with me to the store and get it?”
“Yes!” He jumped up and down, rushing off into the kitchen. I smile to myself, if there’s anything that can make him happy it’s cold soba.
Giggling at the thought, I stand to my feet, about to go to the kitchen myself. Something stops me though. When Shoto rounded the corner into the kitchen, he seemed… hesitant…
“Mama?” I hear him whisper. Was mom in there? Why is he so scared to enter then?
Suddenly an ear piercing scream fills the once quiet house. I jump but run into the kitchen, a sight I wished to never see appearing right in front of me. There stood the white haired woman known as my mother, pouring a kettle full of hot water over Shoto’s face, pulling on his hair so his head is tilted back.
“MOM STOP!!” I shout, rushing up to her. Grabbing her arm I yank the kettle away from my little brother’s face, also getting her to let go of Shoto’s hair.
“AH-” I hiss, the boiling water redirecting, some being poured onto my shoulder, down my arm and onto my chest. In a fit of panic I push her away, making her stumble and fall on her butt. The hot kettle ended up sliding off to the other side of the room, leaving a large pile and trail of water.
I clutch my throbbing shoulder, why did I have to wear a tank top today!? Not the point, not the point!! Uh, uh- SHOTO!!
Frantically looking for Shoto I spot him backed up into the wall, sobbing and holding his eye. I stumble over to him, removing my hand from my own injury as I knelt in front of him.
“It hurts!!” He cried, my heart breaking but mind racing, what do I do now!? Finally, something came to mind.
“I know, I know. Listen, you gotta move your hand for me when I say to ok?” I say as calmly as I can, figuring that I should ice his eye. Footsteps sound from beside me before I can do anything. I better not be my damn father, last thing I need is him in the room.
Sparring a glance over to the entrance, my eyes land on my other siblings, horrified expressions painting their faces but I’m thankful it’s not him.
“O-oh my god!!” Fuyumi gasps, cupping a hand over her mouth. The boy’s eyes are as wide as saucers.
“(Y-Y/N)-chan, your shoulder!!!” Natsuo calls, running over to my side.
“I’M FINE!” I shout, causing every one of my siblings to flinch. Taking a breath I calm down but only slightly, my hands shaking. “I’m fine, I’m fine. But I need your help. Touya, go start my car. Fuyumi, Natsuo, I need you both to clean up the water and get mom onto the couch, keep her calm and keep that man away from her.
Touya’s already out the kitchen, Natsuo nods and runs off, probably to get the mop. Fuyumi stays frozen for a second, staring at me.
"W-what about you?” She asks, voice shaking.
“I’m taking Shoto to the hospital. I’ll make up some excuse about his injury.” I say, picking Shoto up in my arms, hugging his body to mine. I hiss quietly, my arm protesting the action.
“But you’re hurt!!” She argued.
“AND SHOTO COULD GO BLIND!!”
Fuyumi stays silent, her eyes still glossy with tears from this whole thing. Finally she nods, going up to mom and guiding her to the living room.
“Okay Shoto, were going to go get you fixed up ok?” I coo, trying to keep a level head. For Shoto.
I feel him nod his head, though it was only a little, a hiss and cry of pain leaving him right after. Hurrying off to the front door, I slip on my pair of flip-flops, exiting the house after.
Touya did as I said, the car started and waiting to be driven. For a brief moment I contemplate whether I should have Shoto sit on my lap as I drive or in the passenger seat. I end up feeling that the passenger seat would be better for safety reasons.
Opening the passenger side door, I set Shoto down, his body facing me. I knell once more so I’m eye level with him.
“Ok, Shoto I need you to move your hand…” I stare up at him. The boy whimpers.
“I-I c-can’t (Y/N), it hurts!”
“Shh, it’s only for a second. I’m going to ice it, it’ll help with the pain and the burn. But you gotta move your hand” I plead. The longer we stay here, the worse the injury will be.
“…Ok (Y/N)-chan…” he whispers. I smile up at him a little, readying the ice half of my quirk.
“Alright. On the count of three, move your hand.” Shoto nods. I don’t stop smiling at him, hopefully it’s calming him down a little.
“1”
“2”
“3!”
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“Alright Miss, you’re all patched up!” The nurse cheers, packing up her equipment. I hum quietly, eyes locked on the bandages around my shoulder area, some on my chest and back too. They take up basically the entire half of my body…
“Can I see my brother now?” I ask, the stress and worry clear in my voice. After getting Shoto to the hospital and taken into an emergency room, some of the other staff had pressured me into getting fixed up myself. I ended up caving, though it took a lot of convincing.
The nurse looked at me, sympathy in her eyes.
“Yes, I can take you to see him. One more thing though… your injury… there will be permanent scarring there. I’m sorry…”
My (e/c) eyes locked with hers, my lips twitching up into a slight smile.
“That’s alright, now may I see my brother?” The nurse slowly nodded, gesturing for me to follow her, which I did. While walking, I found that Shoto’s room wasn’t that far, only two doors down. As we both neared the sound of crying grew, my pace speeding up the slightest.
“Shh, it’ll be alright little one…” I hear another nurse coo.
“B-b-but! M-my sister!” Shoto cries. I couldn’t take it anymore and rushed into the room, my eyes landing on Shoto curled up in his hospital bed, bandages covering his left eye. Wordlessly I made my way to Shoto’s side, gently pushing pass the nurse and pulling him into a gentle embrace. The small boy flinched but soon relaxed, maybe because he figured out who was holding him.
“(Y-Y/N)?” he calls, voice broken and strained. I started to pat his hair soothingly.
“Yeah it’s me Shoto, it’s alright now…. Why? Because I am here!” Shoto giggled, he always does when I imitate his favourite hero.
“You sound just like All Might…” he whispers, his breathing slowing down and a small yawn escaping him. This whole thing, along with all the crying he’s done, must have finally started to weigh down on him. I smile.
“Thanks buddy-” I start but I’m cut off by the sound of sniffling. My shirt became wet and gazing down my suspicions were confirmed, Shoto was crying.
“Hey! What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” I ask worried though when he shook his head I became confused.
“I-I’m s-s-sorry…” he muttered, burying his face further into my chest. Worry floods back into me and my confusion doubles.
“What for? You did nothing wrong” Shoto simply shook his head.
“Y-you got hurt because of me! Mama burned you too because of the way I look. Because I look like him!” Shoto cries, more tears streaming down his cheeks. I huff quietly, pushing some of my (h/c) hair out of my face.
“It’s in no way your fault Sho. That man has hurt us all, mom just… couldn’t take it anymore… Fuyumi, Natsuo, Touya and I, we’re all going to help each other and mom get better ok?” A moment passes before Shoto nods slowly.
“Alright then, get some sleep, ok? I’ll be right here, I’m not going anywhere.” I coo, stroking my fingers through his hair in a calming way.
“Will you… protect me too?” he murmurs. A few incoherent sounds pass through the boys lips before his voice quiets down some more. Before either of us realized, Shoto had fallen asleep in my arms. Moving off the bed, I lay my brother down, tucking him in with the plain white hospital sheets, nothing like the colourful ones he has at home. Taking a seat in the chair beside his bed I lay my own head on the edge, using my undamaged arm as a pillow, feeling tired myself.
“I’ll always protect you Shoto, I promise.” I mumbled into the still room, sleep consuming me, leaving the two of us in a peaceful and calm silence.