●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|7| If This Isn't Pure Misery, Then What Is?

"That's up to you. He's your ex-foster brother."

Izuku nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Yeah, I want to see him!"

Aizawa snorted, standing up and brushing himself off. "Good. I've got to get going now kid; patrols fuel my paychecks, and you having your own bed would be ideal." Izuku swallowed, looking guilty. "Hey, cut that out." Aizawa snapped at him. "I'm the sleep deprived asshole that decided to foster another kid."

Izuku giggled a little and nodded. Aizawa ruffled his hair before exiting the room, leaving Izuku to beeping machines and a view out into the courtyard as his only entertainment.

He sighed, not feeling like sleeping. He was tired, but it was the kind of tired that didn't want sleep, the kind that kept you awake. Izuku stared out the window, his attention quickly grabbed by a small blue bird hopping along a nearby branch. He smiled. Izuku had always liked birds.

He would try to feed it, but the window was just a little far. Although, it did give him an idea. Izuku thought back to earlier, about a day ago.

You'll have to push around it.

Well, he'd shove his way right through it.

Plus Ultra or whatever, right?

Izuku took a deep breath and slowly moved himself along to the edge of his bed. He faced the way Aizawa and Mic had sat, gripping a plastic chair tightly. Slowly, wincing and having to catch his breath the entire time, he heaved himself up.

A thought stopped him. The damned IV drip that was still connected to his arm. He groaned, staring at the machine.

And slowly, he readjusted his plan and rolled the machine around the bed back to the chairs. Then he thought of the heart monitor and groaned again. How the fuck was he supposed to do anything when he had a gazillion machines-

Wait a damn minute, he has a quirk. Izuku facepalmed, scolding himself for not thinking of that sooner.

Recently, Black Whip had made its entrance. It was hard to control, and acted like it had a mind of its own. But if he focused just enough...

Izuku slowly sent out an inky black tendril, sweat dripping down his neck. The heart monitor sped up ever so slightly, and he willed himself to calm down. After the machine went back to normal, Izuku used Black Whip to lift up the IV drip and the two plastic chairs, and carry them over to the other side of the bed.

Izuku wiped the sweat off his forehead and grinned. If he could just work on controlling this new aspect of his quirk, he'd be able to do so much with it. Already, it was helping him through this stupid new chapter of his life.

Izuku heaved himself up yet again and gripped the plastic chairs, moving himself on to them. He silently congratulated himself for getting out of that bed. Now he had his sights set on the other side of the room. And yeah, the heart monitor was kind of stuck in place with no means of actually moving it along with him. Detaching himself from the machine would surely send an alarm to a nurse, and his entire operation would be shut down. Izuku briefly considered just asking if he could get a wheelchair or something, but he needed to be able to move without legs.

That was kind of hard.

An idea clicked in Izuku mind and he grinned, but a theory had to be tested first. Black Whip acted like an individual being, almost sentient, like dark shadow. He could feel it thrumming beneath his skin as the tendril he'd summoned still floated lazily.