●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|2| Unmoving, Always Smiling

He walked to the bed and flopped down on it, turning over on his back and watching the fan spin. He turned over on his side, reaching around on the bed for his phone. He connected the earbuds and clicked on the new million messages from the class group chat. Izuku sighed and clicked off his phone as all he saw was a bunch of worried texts.

Izuku laid in the same position for a while, startling slightly as he felt tears begin to run down his face. He almost lifted his hand to wipe them away, but dropped it and let the tears flow.

He missed his mom. He wanted to go home. He hated this damn place. Most of all, though, he wanted away from all the panic attacks and nightmares. He felt overwhelmed, and could barely close his eyes without seeing his mother sprawled out on that bed.

All in one day. All in one day, he finds his mother having attempted suicide, gets sent into a foster home, and, let's not forget the cherry on top, said foster home is abusive.

Izuku reached a hand up to grab at his hair. "Only a few months," he whispered, blinking hard to stop the tears. "And then I'll be home. I'll stay home with Mom until I'm positive she's better, and I'll visit every weekend. She won't have a single reason to worry." Izuku had to try to convince himself that his mom would be fine. Rehab would work, because she wasn't really unstable. Just anxious. Just a bit panicky. Just a little abandoned.

Izuku deflated as another thought entered his head; his father. His father didn't even try to contact them. He didn't try to take care of Izuku. He didn't try to help his mother. He didn't fucking care.

Izuku curled further into a ball, tears slipping out faster. Five years of arguing on phone calls and years of worry and anxiety and depression from his mother. Arguing over Izuku not having a quirk. Arguing over Hisashi leaving. Arguing over child support and bills.

Izuku nearly yelled as he tore out the stupid earbuds and threw his phone to the ground, probably creating a crack in the screen. He didn't care.

Izuku pulled at his hair as he failed to ground himself, sobbing. Izuku stood up and stumbled to the door, hesitating for a second, before opening the door and rushing to Ryuko's room. He didn't want to bother the teenager, but Izuku couldn't stand the thought of being alone all night.

Izuku opened the door a crack, peeking in as he tried to silence his sobs and sharp breathing. Ryuko sat up on his bed, having been laying own and watching videos on his phone.

Izuku stood there for a second, tears streaming down his face, before Ryuko opened his arms and Izuku shut the door, running for the bed.

Izuku slammed into Ryuko, causing the older to grunt, hugging him tightly. Izuku buried his face into Ryuko's shirt, hiccuping. Ryuko hugged him and lowered the two onto the bed so they were laying down.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, 'Zuku." Izuku shook as Ryuko rubbed his back. "Go to sleep, kid. I promise you won't have nightmares." Izuku shook his head frantically, before being softly shushed.

"You're alright. You won't be having any nightmares, I promise. Go to sleep, it'll be okay." Izuku looked up at Ryuko as he felt himself slowly calming down at the soothing voice. He looked at Ryuko's radioactive green eyes, with heart shaped pupils that were pulsating like a real heartbeat. His hands were slightly warm, and his voice sounded more calming than usual.

Izuku breathed out slowly and leaned against Ryuko, shutting his eyes. "T- thank you..." Izuku mumbled, to which Ryuko told him to go to sleep once again. Izuku shut his eyes sleepily, still hugging Ryuko as he drifted off.