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Hitoshi heard his phone buzz on the nightstand next to his bed. It was way too late for anyone in his class to be awake let alone his newfound ‘friends’. He didn’t really feel like moving from the comfortable position he was currently in, so he reached over himself. He picked his phone up and ripped the charger away, almost dropped it on his face while doing so.
Turning it on was the worst mistake he had ever made, because Hitoshi swears he saw the light–as if god himself shone through his phone screen. Damn, he really needed to turn his brightness down after that near blinding experience.
As his eyes slowly adjust to the light, he manages to make out the new message.
Midoriya??
Midoriya, the golden, perfect, child is messaging Hitoshi? He figured this had to be some sort of prank or something to poke fun at him or to question his place in the hero course. It certainly wasn't urgent because if it was, why would he be messaging Hitoshi.
Unlocking his phone and opening the message; voice message. Okay, well now he was sure it wasn’t for him and that just made him more nosy. He almost felt bad for the breach of privacy.
Almost.
He started the message and after hearing the “Hi mom.” from Midoriya, he kind of did feel a little bad, but he wanted to hear what the silver spooned baby had to say to his momma in the dead of night.
Sure, it wasn’t the nicest thing he could've done but it’s not like the other boy had been very nice to Hitoshi as far as he was concerned. Midoriya had pitied him and it showed. The way his smile would falter when Hitoshi passed by, or when he wouldn't look him in the eye. It was obviously because he felt bad for Hitoshi's ‘villainous’ quirk, since he had a powerful quirk and had never experienced the glances that were sent his way in fear of Hitoshi using his quirk.
“Hi mom, well hi for now. I know you won’t see this since you changed your number. I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry. Maybe, j-just maybe i-if I hadn't been born wrong you could have had it easier, or had more friends. I wish I c-could’ve been a better son earlier on, one with a quirk at least. You wouldn’t have had to struggle with money for these h-horrible shoes or dad leaving. I know why you’re away from home all the time, having a son like me must be hard to deal with. S-sometimes I wish you would have at least spent a weekend with me like we used to before my… diagnosis. I miss my mom. Anyways!! I'm getting off topic haha. I’m sorry for… forcing you to take care of me for so long but I promise you won't have to anymore. I’ve had a glimpse of my dream and I think that it was enough. It’s not like a kid like me will last very long anyways. Goodbye momma, hopefully next time you’ll have a son you can be proud of.”
What. What was that? Hitoshi had sat up fully half-way through that message after it had gotten increasingly more concerning. What did he mean ‘born wrong’, why was he insinuating he didn't have a quirk later on in the message? He clearly has a quirk, and a wonderful one at that.
Okay, now Hitoshi was panicking, why would Midoriya's mom not give him her new number, why would she be disappointed in him, and why was he saying goodbye.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh. Oh shit, this was bad.
Hitoshi sprang up out of his bed and almost tripped on his laundry while he ran to the door. Not focused enough to close it, he began to call his dad, though Hitoshi felt like he wasn't picking up fast enough.
Bolting down the stairs he heard the click of his dad answering the phone.
“Dad! Please get down to the dorms, I-I t-t-think Midoriya is-” He was cut off by his father.
“Hitoshi calm down, deep breaths.”
In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8, he repeated to himself while trying to control his breathing.
“Go kid, what's going on?” Dad questioned.
”Emergency. I think Midoriya is in trouble, he accidentally sent me a message meant for his mom but it was a GOODBYE MESSAGE DAD!! I don't know what to do. I'm on my way to his room now.” He yelled.
Reaching the last step, Hitoshi sprinted down the hall to Midoriya's room. Upon reaching the door he was getting ready to knock but the door wasn't even fully closed. Red alarms were blaring in his mind as he pushed it open.
The room was dark and the blinds were drawn. Hitoshi started properly freaking out when he didn't see Midoriya in his bed or at his desk.
Light coming from the bathroom made it clear that he was at least there, somewhere in his room.
Hitoshi knocked on the door a few times.
“Midoriya, It's me, Shinsou.” He whispered.
Silence.
“Midoriya?”
Hitoshi's knocking became more frantic as he was being met with nothing but silence, which never meant anything good.
Was he too late?
He twisted the knob and entered the bathroom. His eyes darted to the figure on the ground and then red. A lot of red.
Blood.
Oh my god, it was blood, Midoriyas blood.
Quickly moving to the other boy's side, Hitoshi looked over the younger boy's body, hoping to find what was producing this much blood. He found the injuries, two long cuts dragging up the boy's forearms.
Hitoshi threw his shirt off and pressed it onto the wounds, he prayed to whatever was out there that the bleeding would stop.
Midoriya twitched when Hitoshi made contact with his skin.
Hitoshi looked up to see Midoriya staring at him. Staring used lightly because he wasn't sure if Midoriya could actually see him or not.
He opened his mouth, getting ready to say something, anything. Midoriya beat him to it.
“S-Shinsou? Why a-are you h-here?” He asked, though slurring his words a bit.
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Izuku really didn't know why Shinsou was in his room. Well at least he thought the purple in front of him was Shinsou, it sounded like it.
He only sent out a message to his moms old number, then threw his phone back onto his bed so how would he know what he was going to do?
Did Shinsou know what Izuku was doing before coming in?
Izuku thought that maybe he made too much noise, or that someone heard his cries from next door, but if that were true wouldn't they just come in themselves or send in sensei? His spiral was stopped abruptly by a burning, throbbing sensation in both of his arms.
He hissed and caught the attention of the boy in front of him.
“I’m sorry, I know it hurts but I have to put pressure on them or they'll keep bleeding.” Shinsou stated before giving him an apologetic glance.
Izuku was very confused. He wasn't supposed to be here, alive.
Why was he still alive?
He timed it perfectly, everyone was supposed to be asleep, so why was Shinsou in his room helping him.
Said boy looked up at him. Oh shit, did Izuku say that out loud?
“I got your message,” What message, I didn't send Shinsou a message?
“It was for your.. Um- your mom, not me but I listened to it anyway. I'm sorry Midoriya”
Oh, that's right. Shinsou had moms old number. How could he forget something like that? God he really was useless.
Before Izuku could say anything, three more figures crowded the doorway but he couldn't really make out who they were. Dark spots started to cloud his vision, at least now he won’t have to face them after this. Figuring this was him dying. Izuku wishes it was so painful though.
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Shouta was sure the problem child had just gotten into a small scuffle with Bakugo or made another self-deprecating comment; his son's call for help had changed that immediately.
He woke his husband and called up Chiyo, just in case something truly was wrong.
And he was right to do both of those things because as soon as he walked into the room all he could smell was blood. He moved faster after hearing his son’s quiet sobs and pleas. Ignoring the questions from the others behind him, he barged into the bathroom, taking in the sight before him. Blood, and a lot of it. Hitoshi was there, shirtless, said shirt was torn up and wrapped around both of Midoriya's wrists.
Oh this wasn’t looking good.
Midoriya was alarmingly pale and seemingly unconscious, he wasn't bleeding anymore though which was a relief.
Chiyo hurriedly pushed Shouta out of the way, assessing the green haired boy's condition while asking Hitoshi what happened.
“I f-found him like this. W–well not exactly like this since I wrapped my shirt around him. He was bleeding everywhere a-and I d-didn't know w-what to do.” Shouta stood in the doorway feeling useless as his panicking son was cradling his problem child.
Hizashi, sweet Hizashi moved past and slowly pulled midoriya towards Chiyo while scooting closer to hold their son. That's when Shouta decided to walk closer, kneeling down to meet his son's red-rimmed eyes, tears still flowing.
Hitoshi inhaled, preparing to speak again.
“I-I was s-so mean to h-him. He didn't look at me with pity but understanding,” Hitoshi paused to take a breath before continuing. “H-he was sending his mom a message, but h-he was saying goodbye and talking about how she deserved a son who had a-a quirk.”
Shouta thought he heard something like that during the call but was too busy rushing to put clothes on.
What did Midoriya mean by not having a quirk. He clearly has a quirk. Maybe he was a late bloomer, he'd have to ask if he woke up.
If, no, when Midoriya woke up. Chiyo was here and everything was going to be okay.
Speaking of, Shouta asked how Midoriya was looking.
“Well he had enough energy for me to close the wounds but he still needs rest, help me carry him to the car will you. He needs to stay in my office for the time being, so I can check on him and make sure he doesn't go into shock.” The older woman said.
Shouta carefully slid his arms under Midoriya's knees and neck, picking him up bridal style.
He carried Midoriya down the stairs and to the car with no problem, he was still worried and had many questions. Deciding to wait until he was awake, he shoved those thoughts into a box for later and laid the boy on his and Hizashi's lap. Making sure not to jostle him too much in the moving vehicle.
As soon as they parked, everyone moved out and into the building with urgency. Even though Midoriya might be fine, Shouta rushed to the bed and placed the boy down softly.
Chiyo spent her time cleaning the blood off of Midoriya and removing stubborn strips of fabric still stuck to his skin. Deeming the boy clean and as well as he could be, she faced Shouta.
“You can stay but make sure to call off classes and have a sub set up for you two.” She said, turning to face Hitoshi. “Sonny I know this was scary, I'm sorry you had to witness it but if it weren't for you he wouldn't have made it.”
Shouta's breath hitched. Oh his baby, his son, had saved his problem child.
Chiyo spoke up again,
“Thank you Shinsou, I’m sure he will be okay but be there for him alright?”
Hitoshi nodded.
This time Hizashi spoke,
“Well lets sit down, and relax, Chiyo knows what she's doing. He’ll be okay Hitoshi.”
Sparing a glance at his husband, eyes so fond and full of emotion.
‘Yeah It’s going to be alright’ Shouta thought as he took a seat and let the tension in his shoulders bleed out.