Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)

Chapter 10: I was useless

When I arrived at the hospital that Aizawa was in, I walked up to the front desk to ask the receptionist, "Umm..."

'Why the hell is my anxiety kicking in now!?'

The receptionist put on a smile as she looked up from her computer, "How may I help you?"

"Umm...I'm h-here to see, uh...Aizawa...Shouta Aizawa." I was mentally kicking myself in the ass at this point.

She looked at her computer and after a few clicks of the mouse she responded, "Room 307. He just got back from the O.R. So, he more than likely isn't awake yet, if that is fine."

"Y-yeah...yeah, that's fine. I'll wait in his room. Thank you." I then started towards the elevator.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I looked to my right and saw that the numbers got bigger starting from room number 318.

'Alright, I'll have to go left.'

I continued to walk as I said the room numbers in my head as I walk to room 307. When I finally got to the door, I just stood there, taking a few deep breaths, preparing myself for some reason. I then knocked sheepishly on the door before I entered. When I opened it, I saw that a nurse was at his bedside table preparing something.

"Oh, hello. I'll be out in just a little bit. I'm almost finished organizing his medication." she said as she looked over to me with a smile. I nodded my head as I sat down on the sofa placed below the window. When I sat down, she looked at me again and asked me, "Are you alright? You have blood on your clothes."

I look down at them acting like I haven't noticed, "Oh, I guess that it was from when he got injured." I said as I motioned my head towards the man wrapped in bandages. She then nodded her head as she looked back at the medicine that she was sorting.

After about five minutes later, she left. Once the door closed, I walked to the foot of his bed and read his file: Two broken arms, three broken ribs, broken bones in face, and in a coma. I let out a sigh of both relief and worry since it isn't anything too bad like internal bleeding or hemorrhaging in the brain. I then walked back to the sofa that I was previously sitting on. Once I got comfy, my eyes started to feel heavy. I looked over to my teacher one last time as my eyes slowly drew to a close.

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"Hey, don't you ever talk?" A little boy asked. I nodded my head in response. "Then talk, if you say you can talk. Talk!" He said as he pushed me, which resulted in me falling. I pushed my little ten or so year old body back up and mentally prepared myself for a fight. I just stared him dead in the eyes and used my quirk on him to hallucinate how I look to him. To him, I looked like his worst nightmare, whatever that may be. He then went running, not once turning back to look at me. I got a wide smile on my face. People walking by went around me, leaving at least six feet of distance between them and I due to the fact that I looked so terrifying.

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'Ahh yes, the reason why I don't smile much anymore...it scares people.'

I thought to myself as I kept my eyes closed. I then heard someone sniffle at the same time as I began to feel both sadness and great affection.

'Damn quirk, always turning on when I don't command it.'

I then slowly started to move and open my eyes. As I sat up, I saw a man with long blond hair and glasses. I quietly picked up the box of tissues as I tip-toed towards the man. I stretched my arm out, tissue box in hand, towards the front of the man, indicating that I was awake. He then looked up at me, then to the box, and took it.

'Who the hell is this man and why do I still feel their bond?!'

I thought to myself as I took a step back, giving Aizawa and the man some space.

After a few minutes of silence, the man spoke, "Thank you for taking care of my Sho."

'Why does his voice sound familiar?'

I responded, "Yeah..."

"What happened? Since you're here, I imagine that you were the last person with him." he said, not taking his eyes off of Mr. Aizawa.

I looked down and twiddle my fingers as I replied, "Y-yeah...So, umm..." I continued with what happened. When it got to the part when I saved him, tears started rolling silently down the blond man's face. I turned around so I wasn't facing his direction as I continued, "I was...I was useless. I couldn't save him the best that I could." A tear started to roll down my cheek.

'What the fuck...am I...am I crying?'

I thought to myself as I looked up to the mirror.

'Shit, I'm doing it uncontrollably.'

I let out a broken sigh, one of those sighs that I let out before I cut. I continued to say, "I failed. I failed so hard." Without thinking, I brought up my arms and laid them on the top of my head, pulling chunks of hair as I balled up my fists. I then felt a soft hand lay on my shoulder. That triggered me to explode and say loudly, "If I hadn't been messing about, gathering students who were fucking hiding, I could have got to him sooner! He wouldn't be in a coma, hell, he wouldn't be miserable. I should have just duplicated myself." I then put one arm down while I kept the one in a fist and started hitting myself in the head, "Why. Why. Why. Why. Wh-"

The hand that was on my shoulder caught my fist before I could hit myself again. He then spoke up in a soft tone, "Don't be so hard on yourself. I understand that you're new 'n all and he's someone you know, but there is no need to beat yourself up. Stuff like this happens from time to time." He then pulled me into a hug. I tensed up cause I hadn't really had a hug before. He continued, "Sho is a tough guy...he'll recover in no time...but if you weren't there, he may not be here now. Thank you so much for saving him...and the other students."

'Other students?...Holy shit! It's Present Mic!'

I thought to myself as he let go. I just stared ahead blankly with tears still falling from my cheeks, which I couldn't control.

He asked me, "Umm..." he paused, "Are you alright? You have such a blank expression, yet you're crying."

I lifted up my glasses and felt how wet the area around my eyes were. I then said in my normal, what some would call a boring, tone, "How weird." Mic then raised an eyebrow as he turned to grab a tissue for me. I then sat on the sofa once again, rubbing my eyes.

'Holy fuck, my eyes burn and my head is pounding.'

No shit, Sherlock. You haven't cried in how many years? Of course they are going to burn.

You should kill yourself since you nearly killed your teacher, so it'd only make it right if you died in his place.

'Hmm...not that bad of an idea.'

Mic then sat down next to me and said, "You should head home. I'll watch him tonight. You can come back in the morning if you'd like." I then stood up and fixed my glasses as I walked to the door.

As I held it open, I turned my head to say, "Have a good night, I'll come back in the morning".

Mic replied, "Yeah, you too. Be sure to get a good night's rest. For a while there, you were starting to look like 'Mr. Sleepy' over there." he finished with a little nervous chuckle. As the door was closing I heard him add "Don't forget to scrub your uniform, you don't want stains on it!"

I then whispered to myself as I was walking to the elevator, "Yes, sir." The door to the elevator opened, and I started my trek home.