Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)

Chapter 151: A new deal

"And they're all full of what you can do?" He asked skeptically as he took a seat at the table, which I went and stood by the table since sitting down would be excruciating.

"Yeah, the completed ones are filled front and back. Each line is a new quirk."

"Wow." he said as he picked up a piece of paper in each hand, but as soon as he picked them up, he laid them back down as he said calmly, "You're bleeding."

I looked all over my body to try and see the spot he was looking at. My sweatpants were black, so I knew that he couldn't see the blood that soaked through that, while my hoodie was a different story. It was a light tan color, which blood would stick out like a sore thumb on. "Am I?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Yes," he then pointed, "your left shoulder looks like it's soaking in it."

"It's probably just a cat scratch." I lied.

He raised an eyebrow, "I highly doubt it since Melody is so calm that I don't think I've ever seen her claws." He let out a disappointed sigh as he closed his eyes, then opened them again, "You asked for bandages earlier, didn't you?" I looked down as I nodded my head shamefully. He stood up again, "Come on, let's get you some." I followed him to the master bathroom and stood outside the door as he dug around for the first-aid kit. Once he found it he asked, "How much do you need?"

"A lot." I mumbled. He hummed since he didn't hear me. "A lot." I repeated a little louder and clearer.

"Well, how much is a lot? All I can find is this half roll." he said as he held up a roll was less than half.

I took a step back, "I'll be fine...I'll just change out of these and into something new."

"And what? Make those soak up the blood instead?" he put the kit away while he kept the small thing of bandages out, "Really, how much do you need?"

I thought about it, "Probably six to eight rolls...three to five if they're the largest ones that you can get."

"What? I thought that it was just your shoulder."

I took another step back, "N-no...not..." I looked away, "...not at all."

He turned towards me and started walking towards me, which I then took the same amount of steps backwards as I looked down. He stopped after a good amount of steps and asked, "How much did you do?" I didn't reply. He looked down as he put a hand on his hip, which made me think that he was mad at me, though he spoke in a kind tone, "I'll go run to the store...you wait down here, alright?"

"Yeah." I whispered as I kept my head down.

"Listen, I'm not mad, I would never be cause only assholes get mad about that, all I am is just a little disappointed." I looked at him, "Just when I think that you're getting better, that thought goes away when I see that somethings wrong. I understand why now would seem like an opportune time to do something like that, but please, really try other methods to wean yourself off of doing that."

I looked down as I said, "Yes, sir."

He then walked into his room and closed the door behind himself. Once it was shut, I went to the couch and sat on the right end, leaning against the arm gingerly since my side hurt from the cuts and my hoodie began to stick to it. A minute later Aizawa walked out, dressed to go to the store. "How much extra should I pick up?"

"A lot." I said quietly.

Surprisingly, he was able to hear me this time, "K, I'll pick up 'a lot' then." and began walking towards the door as he said, "I'll be back in a little bit. Shouldn't be long since it's right around the block."

"Be careful." I said over my shoulder before he left.

Once the door was shut, I leaned on the arm of the sofa completely with my arm and head hanging over the side with little strands of hair hanging over my face. I started to space out and to the point that I didn't notice Yamada standing in front of me with a concerned look. I blinked and sat up slowly as I tucked a piece of hair behind an ear.

"You alright? You aren't looking so good." Yamada said quietly.

"I'm fine."

"There's blood on your hoodie! You clearly aren't fine!" he said loudly.

I raised my hand a little from my lap, "Shh...my head is killing me."

"Where's Sho?" he said in a quieter tone.

"He went to the store; he should be back soon." I said as I rubbed my head.

He looked around, "Why?"

I was hesitant to say, "To get bandages."

He let out a disappointed sigh as he walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down. "Why?" he repeated.

I replied in a near inaudible tone, "Most of the time I don't even know...it's an addiction at this point and I guess that a person doesn't realize it until it gets out of hand."

"Has it gotten out of hand?"

I looked down and mumbled, "Yeah, for a long time."

He looked up as he said, "Since it's sort of an addiction, I suppose a person could overcome it like a drug addiction." he looked to me, "If it could help, you could find something to replace it with. It may take different things at different stages to stop completely, but it would happen eventually. Slow and easy does it, not rushing and making haste."

I looked up at the wall ahead of me, "What do you suggest?"

"I'm no person who has studied this sort of thing, but from what I kinda have pieced together over the years with helping Sho, you could start with a rubber band. Snap it when you get the urges. Yeah, I don't like the idea of anyone hurting themselves on purpose, but getting a temporary welt from a rubber band is way better than having a cut that'll leave a permanent scar." he proposed.

I looked to him with a broken smile, "Thanks, I'll try it..." I then looked away and down, "but I won't guarantee that it will work. I've tried to stop before and it didn't work; then again, I tried to stop entirely without substituting it with something less than a razor blade."

"I then think that you'll make progress this time."

I looked to him, "What should I do after the rubber band?"

"Use a red washable marker to draw on yourself when you feel like you want to snap a rubber band." he suggested.

"And after that?"

He smiled softly, "Whatever your heart desires, just as long as you're going forward and not backwards."

I too gave a soft smile as I nodded, "Thank you."

We heard the door unlock, then open as Aizawa said quietly, "I'm back." Once he took off his shoes and walked down the little hall, he said, "Did I wake you when I was leaving?"

"No," Yamada replied, "I woke up a little after you left, I guess."

Aizawa handed me the bag full of bandage boxes, "Here, just take the whole bag." I took it as he asked, "How bad is it?"

I looked down again and said in a low whisper, "From the neck down to my ankles."

"What?" he said.

I started, "From the-"

"Why so much?"

Yamada intervened to ask me in a warm tone, "Is it alright if I tell Sho what we were talking about? It would answer his question, while in the meantime you can apply the wrappings." I nodded my head.

I stood up as I kept my head down, "Thank you, both of you for all that you do." then began for my room, keeping my head down and hiding behind my hair.

When I got in the doorway, I heard Yamada explaining what the plan was for my self harming. I walked into my room and shut the door behind me. I then went into the bathroom and removed my blood soaked hoodie first and applied the gauze thickly around my body, then my legs. Once I looked like a mummy, I got my hoodie and sweatpants soaking in the bathtub so then they wouldn't be stained all that bad, then changed before I went back to bed.