(Quick Note before the chapter starts. If it seems that Izuku's personality shifted compared to the beginning, especially as a child when compared to the one who is writing it, that is intentional. He is getting more comfortable writing in the diary and as for the child one, it has been well over a year since the beginning so yeah he is a bit different. More done with life, I guess you could say. Anyways I'm this is over 9000 words so woo. Regardless let's start the chapter.)
For the first time in 3 days I walked into the mansion I called home. "I'm home,'' I announced. "Where has he been,'' I heard an uncharacteristically concerned Toshinori say from his room. "It doesn't matter,'' Inko replied back as I heard her footsteps approach me. As I waited I try to keep an ear for Izumi, but she wasn't home.
"This will not be pleasant,'' I whispered to myself. I was right of course. When Inko stood in front of me she asked, "Where have you been?" "In the hospital mother,'' I replied not meeting her eye, and instead I looked at the tiling of the floor. "Why,'' she interrogated. "On the way home I was cornered by a mugger and when I said I had no money on me he stabbed me through my abdomen,'' I lied through my teeth while lifting my shirt and showing her the bandaged area.
Inko squinted her eyes, and suddenly a knife was in the air. "Like mother like daughter,'' I thought bitterly.
Suddenly the knife was on my left cheek. "Are you lying,'' Inko asked with suspicion in her voice. ''No mother,'' I replied, still not meeting her eye. "Look at me in the eye and tell me you are not lying.'' I looked up from the floor and met her eyes. "No mother, I am not lying.'' The knife was then taken off my cheek. By taken off I mean she violently dragged it across my face, maybe by accident, maybe not, and I was now bleeding from a relatively deep cut. The cut was from under my left eye to the bottom of my right cheek, crossing my nose.
I winced harshly. "Pray that I don't find out that you aren't lying to me. Now go to your room, dinner has already been prepared. We have no need for you today.'' "Yes, mother.'' I then walked to my room.
"I should probably go to the hospital. I don't have anything to help with this.'' I sighed, grabbed a shirt, ripped part of it off, placed it on my face, and used my web shooters to stick it to my face.
Then I looked in the mirror and stared at the scar on my neck for a bit. I looked away and asked myself, "Now how am I supposed to get there. I can't swing there and no one can drive me there.'' I groaned and decided to sneak out and get back home just in time. I waited until I heard both Inko and Toshinori leave for work and then I headed for the hospital, grabbing web dissolvent on the way home.
It a little over an hour to arrive. I went to the emergency room and simply just showed them the cut.
After an entire process, I was back in a hospital bed with Hinata of all people stitching my wound and giving me a blood transplant as I lost quite a bit in the hour. "Why do we keep meeting like this,'' she asked. I shrugged. "I wish I knew, but I kind of need a ride home. I walked all the way here. Uhm, is Hidaka-San still available? IMEANIT'SFINEIFHEISN'T ICANALWAYSWALKHOME!'' Hinata chuckled. "He's still here, he hates leaving. I'm sure he would be willing to take you. I'll call him over.'' She then pulled out her phone and called him. "Yeah, Uhm, the kid, his name is Izuku Yagi by the way. Anyways, he's back here again.'' "Again,'' Sora questioned baffled. In all fairness, it had been less than 4 hours. Anyways, Hinata replied, "Yeah, but can you take him home again?" "Of course, I can. just give me a minute. I'm in the cafeteria. I'll be there in a minute.'' "Okay.'' Hinata then faced me and was about to say something. "I already heard. Super hearing remember.'' Hinata just smiled and said, "I wish I had a smartass little brother like you.'' She then covered her mouth. "I've heard worse.'' She then laughed and then I laughed, stopping because it hurt my abdominal region.
At that moment Sora walked in, burger in hand. "What are you guys laughing at,'' he said in English. Hinata titled her head, and in English, I replied, "Cursed words.'' In turn, Sora tilted his head slightly and repeated what I said in a bit of confusion. "Cursed...words?" He then had a moment of realization. "OH! You mean curse words. Wait...why did you respond in English.'' "You started speaking English first .'' I continued in Japanese, "Moshi kashite baka?'' (Don't kill me and if you're asking me why I didn't just say it was Japanese and wrote in English, well it was on a whim).
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