I'm No Hero - Vigilante BNHA

~ C h a p t e r 71 ~

~ It's Alright Now ~
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"Statements can wait."

...

"It's been a long night... we should head home now."

Everything was just... blurred together. It was as if voices were stuck in bubbles, and the only time Izuku could hear them clearly was when they were popped.

Voices and backgrounds faded in and out, and suddenly, Izuku found himself jumping rooftop to rooftop without a clue on how he got there in the first place.

He was even confused why he was jumping roofs before everything rushed back into his mind with little to no warning. Anxiety induced blackouts were things Izuku hated. So now he had a pounding migraine and very little strength left to keep himself from breaking down and crying.

Charred skin peaked around dark, burned bone that pierced through the smoking flesh. The body was drained of its blood, the massive pile of the dried up liquid matted the road. And in the dark sky, Izuku could barely make out the ruby-red colored street. The only reason he could see it so clearly was from the flickering orange fire from just behind that lit up the scene before him.

His mind was clearly not focusing correctly as Izuku dazed in and out, everything fading into white noise as blurred dots swam across his vision. He was suppressing everything-what he saw, what he felt...

Tears made his eyes blurry, and Izuku didn't know how many times he had to blink away the watery tears just to see clearly so he wouldn't fall off a building by accident.

Screeching sirens rang in Izuku's ears, causing him to jump from the sudden sound. His palms pressed harshly into his crossed arms-so hard he could feel the indentations in his bones from the worser injuries-yet his wide eyes never could leave the scene in front of him. Colorful liquids trickled slowly farther from the pile of bodies and the organs-some were shredded up as if they were in a blender, others seemed to be perfectly cut out of the body-that were scattered.

Izuku could hear the breaks being pressed all to quickly and people running out of police cars shouting orders. Yet he still couldn't look away...

Izuku didn't pay any attention when the police arrived. Actually, he downright refused to speak. He hasn't spoke since he realized it was all his fault.

All these people-people with lives, friends, family...-were killed just to give him a message.

A message in their blood and organs.

And Izuku was afraid that if he spoke, he would just break. Like a glass ornament that was thrown off a building, Izuku would just shatter.

He didn't want to break down in front of his teacher nor in front of police officers. Izuku only wanted... only felt comfortable breaking down and opening up near Katsuki.

He needed to get home.

Izuku needed to go home, lock himself in the bathroom, and cry. Then in the morning when Katsuki wakes up, he could tell him then...

Mostly everything passed him by, the only main things Izuku remembers is his name... Although, Izuku does remember how Aizawa stuck close to him and downright refused to give statements and pushed it back a day or two. He remembers how the blearing lights of the fire trucks and police cards reflected off the area, the bright blue lights shinning in his eyes causing Izuku to wince.

He remembered all of that, but what he mainly remembered-that wasn't the sickly sight of oozing, mushed up organs and clumpy blood-the ache his teeth felt from clenching his law closed to hard.