Bolt (I.midoriya)

Chapter 153

said boy grunted when his elbows pushed deeper into his waist and his knees pressed together with not a single centimeter of space in between them. being unable to move was one thing, and being in pain by the binds was another, but with his two teachers in front of him with irritated and disappointed looks, that was the end for izuku.

"and here i thought it was bakugo who was the troubled one." the voice of an angry aizawa made him feel small, especially when he was tired. "yet it's somehow always you who ends up being in this situation, midoriya."

he sighed and looked at the ground with defeat, feeling his teacher pull tighter on the restraints he had on him. "i'm really sorry.. mr. aizawa, all might."

the former hero looked at him with disapproval as he shook his head. "getting into another unauthorized fight past curfew, what were you thinking kid?"

truth be told, he wasn't. thinking was out the window for izuku who stood silent. he didn't know where his head was at. he didn't know what to feel, what to say, what to even try to do. managing himself was hard enough, but now there was you as well.

mr aizawa narrowed his eyes at his student. he was the only one in the room, seeing as he was the only one outside when him and all might finally got to the scene. but in comparison to last time when he was with katsuki, izuku just sat there with tears running down his bruised and scratched up face. some of his skin shed blood, but the way he just stood there like nothing even mattered to him anymore worried aizawa, even if his annoyed tone said far from it.

"midoriya." he called, making izuku look up at him. "the name of the student you were fighting with." that made the tears flow more, making aizawa's and all might's eyes narrow. it was so much different this time, yet they couldn't think of a single student who would conjure this reaction and behavior.

izuku rolled his now dull eyes. "y/n."

it was like an imaginary exclamation mark appeared over the two teacher's heads as they slightly jolted back. and the sound that came with it, too. the sound of your name out his mouth made them look at each other with slightly wide eyes. now it was even more confusing, causing them to look back at the injured student with eyes that wanted him to tell all.

"i'll think of your punishment while recovery girl tends to your wounds. i'll let her this time." aizawa released him from his capture scarf. "and i'll talk to rai when i see her. where did she go?"

izuku just shrugged, not even caring about his blood that was spilling onto the floor. none of his injuries seemed to be effecting him, and while that could be considered normal with izuku, there was once again something different about it this time. it was like whatever other pain there was inside of him completely negated the physical damage on him.

"young midoriya." all might spoke up, interest in his tone as he inquired. "why were you and young rai fighting?"

you two were the last duo they had ever expected. i mean, you were dating, yet here was izuku with indescribable injuries.

"don't scold her too much. she tried to stop me but it was me who started it." izuku walked towards the door with a hunched shoulder and dry voice. he refused to look back at them. "we broke up."

those 3 words condemned the room in silence and shock as the door closed with izuku no longer there. again, aizawa and all might's snapped towards each others at the speed of wind. both now with really wide eyes and even a dropped mouth from all might. no words were said as they continued to stare at each other. millions of hows and whys surfed in their head, but with no answer making any more sense than the last.

the following morning

it was friday now, meaning the weekend would soon be in effect. school was the last thing izuku needed as he got dressed. he sighed at his appearance in the mirror in his closet. his eyes were dull and had dark bags underneath. he had bandages on his cheek and forehead, as well as some scuff marks and scratches on his face. his uniform was wrinkled, and his hands were littered with more bandaids that were given to him by recovery girl.