I'm Sorry...

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TW//: MENTIONS OF ABUSE! DON'T READ IF THIS SHALL/WILL AFFCET YOU!!!

Also, yes, this will have Yagi x Enji, please enjoy and uh, cry if that's possible. :)

Note: I rarely have anxiety attacks and when I do, I don't know, so stick with me, yeah?



Enji sat on the couch of the 1-A dorms. He felt so out of place there, everyone stared, glared or didn't say anything. He felt like he was about to loose it. He felt as if his breathe was being taken from him, yet again. The red head bit the inside of his mouth, his arms itched but he avoided touching them, scared to start something up. It had been a week since the heros saved him from his father, unfortunately a man there, who worked for his old man, had gotten to him before hand and he hasn't exactly been himself recently. Aizawa and Hizashi said that they would watch over him until he turned back to his normal age, but they didn't even know how long that would take.

He didn't want to be a burden. He felt like a burden to them. Enji knew they had two kids, Hizashi has three jobs and Aizawa works a lot more since Katsuki had been kidnapped. His blue eyes made way to his lap, wanting to avoid people. What if he saw me like this? He would be so disappointed, wouldn't he? Thoughts filled his mind, tears filled his eyes and threatened to fall and his hands rubbed together, turning them red. Mina looked up from her phone, feeling her mother like vibe going off. She looked around the room and quickly noticed Enji.

Is he ok? She stood up and walked over to him, she was quiet, not wanting to scare him. She kneeled down, her phone sat down beside him on the couch, and tapped his knee. He looked up, tears threatening to fall from his blue eyes. "Hey hun, are you alright?" the pink girl asked him. He bit his bottom lip and nodded at her, making his way back to looking at his lap. He must not want to talk about it...she looked over the boy, noticing what looked like a bruise on his new neck. It was slightly visible to the human eye. Wait, did he get hurt? When did that happen? She took a light breath and smiled at the boy.

Mina stood up, grabbed her phone, and made her way over to Momo, who was talking with Tenya. She tapped the females shoulder, getting her attention quickly. "Oh, yes Mina?" the tall female questioned. Tenya decided to leave rather than stay, seeing as the females have their own little conversation starting and he did not want to intrude.

"I think something is wrong with Enji." Momo frowned and Mina sighed. "I'd call him Todoroki but we already have one. So using his given name is easier, don't you think?" the female nodded and told Mina to continue. "He seems really uncomfortable with everyone being quiet or just staring at him." Mina explained to the other. Momo nodded.

"Do you think he has anxiety?"

"More than likely." Mina responded to her. Just as she went to say something about the red head's neck, Shoto walked over to them.

"Something is up with my old man." he spoke in a monotoned voice. Mina looked at him and then to Enji, seeing the boy with his knees to his chest.

"Oh my goodness!" Momo spoke up. The two females ran past Shoto and quickly to Enji. Momo sat beside him, ad gentle as possible, and Mina took her phone out, calling Aizawa to them. "Enji, what is wrong?" the raven haired female asked gently, the group watched silently. Momo could hear his breathing and see his body shaking. Is he having an anxiety attack? But from what? Her questions were soon answered by the words spoken from the male's mouth.

"I...I'm sorry..please, please don't be...don't be mad." Momo heard the boy speak, he hasn't done that since he arrived at the dorms with them. His voice was shaky but she could hear a strange accent from him. "I-I promise, I promise I'll stop crying. I didn't-I didn't mean to-to start.." Enji hiccuped. Momo frowned, she felt so bad and she barely knew the situation. Mina put her hand on the female's shoulder, making her turn and look up at her.

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