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Izuku fell to the floor with a gasp, his shoulder was burning and he could practically hear his heartbeat. His uniform was full of new rips and he blearily thought of the fact that he’d have to sew them later. If he even got to go home.
He was really injured, his mom might see and he definitely didn’t want that. But…
No hospital would take him anyway.
Oh god
Oh god
He was gonna die. His breathing picked up. He was gonna die at the hands of a future hero, of his best friend.
Of Kacchan.
“You looking down on me, ya damn nerd??? Who do you think you are?!” Katsuki’s shrill tone hurt his ears, his vision was going blurry with tears. He was terrified.
Izuku had been having a good day at first. He’d managed to get to school early, got to eat his own lunch, and the graffiti on his desk wasn’t as bad as usual!
He should’ve known better. He should’ve been quicker with packing up. Maybe even left early, but of course he messed up. He’d wanted to stay back to ask the teacher for a new homework packet, hoping that he might acknowledge his existence for once.
His best friend saw him though, of course. Kacchan always managed to catch him after all.
Katsuki gripped his face and forced him to look up. “Look at me when I’m talking to you! God, auntie must be so disappointed in what a useless son she has, can’t even take responsibility for his own actions.” Izuku didn’t know exactly what he had done, but it was better not to question things when Katsuki was involved.
Suddenly, black spots entered his vision and his brain just stopped. He couldn’t think anymore. It was like he didn’t even exist. He could kinda feel a faint sensation of burning on his chest, but not really.
He wanted to fight against it, make sure he existed a little longer, make sure he got away. Izuku was so tired though, and who would it hurt if he just… let go a little.
…
Eventually, Izuku woke up. Not literally, he was standing at the time after all, but he had woken up from wherever his mind went in times like that.
He stumbled a bit and his head spun. He always got a bit dizzy when that happened.
He was in the hallway of his apartment, bracing his hand against the wall. When his senses eventually returned, he attempted to walk.
Izuku had to bite back a scream. It hurt, it hurt so bad he almost collapsed on the spot. He froze again for a few minutes, catching his breath, then put the top of his uniform shirt in his mouth. Hopefully that would muffle any of the noises he made.
His feet shuffled forward and he held his stomach with one hand, the other sliding against the wall as he braced himself. Eventually, he managed to reach his front door. It was unlocked, so his mom was probably home. He opened the door and it was dark.
His breath caught. How long had he been out of it? Izuku glanced at the kitchen clock and he nearly choked. It was two am. Never had he been so grateful that his mom was usually in bed by the time he got home. Guess his mom being a nurse has its perks.
He eventually reached the bathroom, still clenching his teeth over the uniform, he sat down on the floor, finally resting.
The injuries he had still had to be taken care of, he definitely didn’t need an infection.
He set out some bandages and a pair of loose clothes, then took a lukewarm shower. Hotwater wasn’t good for his wounds.
…
After patching himself up, he felt a little better. Izuku was pretty good at patching himself up and if he hadn’t had to do it so often, he might feel a bit more proud of himself.
Then again, it was probably his mom’s painkillers that were helping him.
Look, technically he wasn’t prescribed any, but it wasn’t like he was using them for nefarious purposes! He genuinely needed them, otherwise he’d probably be a lot worse off.
He laid himself gently on his bed and sighed, he should go to bed. It was really late and he was supposed to go shopping with his mom tomorrow.
But…
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to do a bit of work. After all, he probably still had a few requests to take care of.
He looked up his account on his phone and gasped. He had fourteen commissions. That was a lot.
…
Past Izuku might have been a bit guilty about selling analyses about heroes. To be fair though, he’d only sell the ones about the heroes that actually were bad people, like Endeavor.
He looked at his first request with slight annoyance. In his few months of being a kinda-broker, there had been this one random guy online constantly requesting his work.
Fighterman901
It was suspicious to say the least. Though, the guy did pay good money, so Izuku couldn’t really complain.
Fighterman901: Some guy of mine wants you to do one of your weird papers on Endeavor.
Allmightsbiggestfan4041: Again?
Fighterman901: Can you do it?
Allmightsbiggestfan4041: Usual price?
Fighterman901: Yep.
Allmightsbiggestfan4041: Um… okay.
He put down his phone and looked at the ceiling. He sighed, then took out his notebook. When he analyzes heroes, he usually likes to diagram what he knows and what he doesn’t. He already knows pretty much everything about Endeavor, but maybe he could try and look into his public records again. With Endeavor’s attitude, he’d probably already killed another villain.
…
After two more painful hours, Izuku finally realized that the sun was officially up, and he had pulled an all-nighter. Again. His mom would not be amused.
He’d finished the analysis an hour ago, he was just stalling. He usually made sure to take a bit longer than necessary so he doesn’t get overwhelmed with other requests, but this time he’d gone all out. He even found a few of Endeavors training warehouses.
That might be a bit too much, but he was too braindead to care. His eyes hurt and his burns were starting to sting again so he got up and went to his moms medicine cabinet. He popped another one of her painkillers and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
Endeavor had yet another casualty on his hands. Called it.
Slowly his eyes drooped and his breathing evened out.
In…
Out…
In…
Out………