just a normal patrol

Chapter 27

A/N, y'all security is right outside of the room that I'm skipping social studies in. Pray for me, bro. Bro, he's so scaryyyy. Imma get caught. 😭😭😭😭😭

-two week time skip, nothing happened. He went to two therapy appointments but nothing really happened. Grape juice and copycat have been leaving him alone. Nothing interesting but the story would, like, never progress otherwise.-

-Izukus POV-
I get out of bed. I throw on my uniform. I avoid the mirror. I've gained two pounds. My dad's are proud of me, and so is Kacchan, but I can't look in the mirror without crying. I toss on the extra shirts and pants. Honestly, it's a habit by now. I try to stop because it gets really hot, but I can't. It scares me too much. I haven't brought it up in therapy yet. I don't know if I will, but I know I should. I rush downstairs and quickly throw my backpack over my shoulder. I hop in the car and we head to school. We get there and I plop down in my seat next to Kacchan. I smile and wave before directing my attention to the board.

"ALRIGHT! LISTEN UP! Okay, thank you for quieting down. Now, the threat has been neutralized. You all will return to the dorms tomorrow promptly. Same roommate if you had one. Same room number and floor as well." Some people cheer and some people boo. Blood drains from my face. I'd be locked in a building with Mineta. Fear fills me. Adrenaline shoots throw my veins as my brain pumps out that hormone faster than fucking Iida. My legs go numb and my arms grow limp. Ringing pierces my ears. My hands shake. My breathing becomes irratic and hollow. Tears resort to my eyes. Kacchan can't stay with me forever. He can't be near me 24/7. I'm fucked. What if he does something? Will he do something? He's left me alone, but he said he'd do it again in a text. But again, how reliable are those types of threats? I jerk away as a hand grips my hand. I look over and Kacchan is holding my hand. He seems to understand my fear and hesitation.

(A/N I didn't get caught. Yippee! And no call home. We slaying todayyy!!)

"You'll be okay. It'll be okay. Other people are there as well. There are cameras as well. If it happens, there'll be evidence this time. You'll be okay, Izuku." I take a deep breath. A burden resides on my shoulders. He admitted that there's a chance. I try and calm my breathing.

"Alright, any questions?" No one raises their hand.

"Good. Now, on with the lesson. This is the last lesson of this unit. The next unit will be more social crimes. Crimes focused on a victim such as, abuse, muggers, sexual offences, and attacks. If you want a head start, I'd recommend studying that tonight." Can't I catch a damn break? Seriously, what person is just doing this to me? I'm fucking miserable. A drop falls down my face. I quickly brush it off my face.

"Now, overall, the hostages are what matters. At any cost, get them out." His voice stresses certain points. The words wash over me. It reminds me of running around showing my mom my newest hero suit creation and my dad hanging it on the fridge. Why can't it be like that again? Maybe I don't need them. A nagging feeling resides in me, but it brings an odd comfort. Once it's lunch I get up with Kacchan. I now get white rice and an apple. It's small, but it actually makes me proud. I sit down at a random table that Kacchan sits at. There's Iida, Mina, Uraraka, Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari. I engage in small conversation. It beats being quiet.

"Seriously! I think if we really made use of our mouths, we could shove a squirrel in there," Kaminari argues.

"No, I think a rat is as big as our mouth can stretch." Kaminari gawks at Sero. Kirishima chuckles.

"No, maybe a small baby cat." Everyone turns to Uraraka, including me.

"Personally, I think maybe a crab." People agree with me. A smile is wiped off my face however once Monama comes up to me with some of his friends as I'm throwing away my food.