prologue to an au I never followed up on
I swear my mom better have had a good reason to drag me off on some dumb car ride.
I had been studying some of my math, even though it was easy, when my mom comes in and tells me we need to go, now, and to get my shoes. I yelled at her on the way out, but I put on my shoes. Just because my mom and I seem to get along like fire and gasoline doesn’t mean I actually despise her or whatever.
“Where are we going anyways?!”
Why isn’t she saying anything? Normally she would have yelled back at me. Now that I think about it, she had seemed quiet since she first walked into my room.
Is this one of those dumb adult things!? The kind they always tell me that I’m too young to understand. I’m 9 years old, I think I’m old enough to handle that kind of shit.
“Can I at least know what the hell is going on?!”
...What. They’re wasting my time because of fucking Deku?!
“What the hell did he do?!”
“I don’t know. Inko called me sobbing and said something about surgery and the ER. When she finally could speak, she said that the police had told her Izuku had been attacked.”
So we’re supposed to go and do what? Wish Deku a speedy recovery or something?
We’ve just pulled into the hospital and my mom’s rushing to the door. God, how bad could he fucking be?
We’re practically running into the emergency room asking for Deku’s room. My mom looks...scared.
I’ve never seen my mom scared before.
My mom wasted no time hugging Auntie Inko, as usual. Whenever she sees her, she acts like they haven’t seen each other in years. Is that, like, a fucking girl thing or something?
Now that I’m closer to the two of them, Auntie Inko doesn’t actually look too good. I know that she’s a chronic crier or whatever, but she looks like she’s been sobbing harder than she ever had. I thought eyes were only supposed to be that bloodshot when you did stuff like weed.
“Inko, what happened dear?”
“T-they said that h-h-he’d heard some villains talking about kidnapping some-some kids to sell on the-the blackmarket, s-so he called the police and-and told them, but the-the villains heard him and-”
Auntie Inko’s sobbing is getting in the way of her saying anymore, so my mom’s starting to comfort her. Honestly, it sounds like something Deku would’ve gotten himself into.
I wonder if there were any pros who-
Auntie Inko turned to me, blubbering, “The-the doctors said that he’s been saying that since he got here.”
Why the hell has he been calling for me?
Let’s just see what the hell happened to…...him.
He’s barely recognizable, covered in bandages and casts. His face looks like it got shoved through a shredder. He...he looks so small. Why does he look so small?
I feel so weird right now. Why is the sight of Deku making me feel weird?
“Kaachan...protect...Kaachan.”
Protect me? I’m Bakugou Katsuki, the future number 1 hero of Japan, why would I need protecting?
“H-hey, I don’t need protecting. I’m the unstoppable King Explosion Murder.”
I may feel uncomfortable, but like hell will I let that mess up my reputation.
“N-no...need...protect...pro-”
He just stiffened up all of a sudden, d-did he just fall asleep? P-please just have fallen asleep.
Now the monitors are all beeping loudly. What the hell is going on?!
“Young man, I’m going to need you to leave the room!”
Some doctors are pushing me out of the room and rushing Deku’s bed with equipments and shouts. Now that I’m in the hallway again, Auntie Inko’s freaking out.
“What’s happening to my baby?! What’s wrong with my Izuku?!”
Everything’s spiraling and I don’t know what’s going on. What’s wrong with Deku? Why did those villains have to hurt him?! Is he going to be okay?!
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