Izuku nervously fiddled with his fingers, waiting for his name to be called at the intercom. The entire school had passed their physical exams, and now, it was the 12th graders' turns. A few students from Izuku's class had already been called, which made his stress levels rise even higher.
The greenette looked around, eyes landing on his classmates, that were coming back into his class. At that exact moment another group of students were asked to go to the clinic. A loud beep resonated through the school, earning everybody's attention.
"Attention... We are now ready for another group of students to make their way to the Physical Examination Clinic. The following students are asked to make their way there, immediately...; Minoru Mineta, Kyouka Jiro, Mashirao Ojiro, Izuku Midoriya and Momo Yaoyorozu. Thank you."
To these words, Izuku's heart skipped a beat. He watched as four other of his classmates walked out the door, leading him to hurry out as well. He quietly followed the chattering group of students, until they arrived to the clinic. Five nurses were waiting patiently, all leading the students into different stalls, to perform their exams. Izuku was accompanied by a young nurse... She seemed in her early 30s. They settles down in the farthest stall, isolated from the other nurses and students. After all, Physical exams are private.
"Alright, Izuku. I'll ask you to take off your clothes. Everything but your undergarments." The woman kindly asked, fiddling with her documents. Izuku immediately tensed up, which was obviously visible, since the woman gave him a strange look. "Is this your first time doing this?" She questioned, sitting down on a small black stool in front of him.
"Yeah." Midoriya nodded shyly, taking a seat on a chair. The woman smiled, looking down as she stood up.
"Okay. I'll step out while you get undressed. I have to get some files at the printer, I'll be back in a jiffy." She spoke softly, walking off. As soon as she disappeared, Izuku broke down. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down his face, his breath hitching. He ran his fingers through his clean hair, trying to calm himself down. After what seemed like about 2 minutes, Izuku stood up, untying his belt and jacket. He neatly folded his blouse, pants and jacket, setting them down on the second chair, before taking a seat again. He fiddled around with his fingers, eyes glued to his bruised thighs and cut legs.
"Alright, I'm back." The woman's voice made Midoriya flinch, a sudden urge to cry overtaking him. He watched as the nurse stared at him for a few seconds, smiling softly as she sat down, immediately making him more at ease. If there's one thing he doesn't want, is to be questioned on what happened to his body.
"Okay. So, Izuku, I'll ask you step on this scale, please." She asked, pointing to a scale, which had been set in the corner of the stall. The greenette nodded, shyly standing up onto the black platform. He didn't like being in underwear in front of an unknown lady, but it was better than being in front of his father.
"Okay... 95 pounds." She whispered, now measuring his height. Izuku straightened his back, knowing that's what he had to do. "And... 5 feet, 2 inches. Alright. You can step off, now." She stated, noting things onto her sheets. Midoriya nervously sat back down, not knowing what she'll want to do next.
"Okay, I'll be taking your blood pressure, next." The lady continued, taking out a familiar instrument. Midoriya had seen instruments like these before, in books, mostly. The exam continued for about 15 more minutes, as the greenette was examined from head to toe. Eventually, the physical things were over... Something worse was coming, and the small boy could feel it.
"Okie-Dokie, then. Now, Izuku, I'll be asking you a few questions, about your physical health, as well..." The woman claimed, still scribbling on her documents. "First off, have you been keeping a healthy diet? Y'know, your meats, veggies, fruits, and lactose?" She asked, looking up into the male's eyes. Izuku looked down.
No.
"Yeah, pretty much." He responded.
"Good, and... What exactly did you eat, for breakfast, dinner and supper, yesterday?" The woman continued.
Nothing.
"Toast, a Sandwich and Pasta." He quickly replied. The woman smiled.
"That's good. How much water do you usually drink in a day?" She questioned, fixing her glasses.
A glass, if I'm lucky.
"As I should, 3 to 4 liters." He proudly answered. If he kept this up, he was going to pass, certainly! If he knew it would be this easy, he wouldn't have spent the past 5 days stressing over it.
"Good! Wow! Now, tell me... Honestly. What did you eat yesterday, for breakfast, dinner, and supper?" The woman asked, her tone suddenly serious. Izuku's heart dropped.
"I... Told you. Toast... Eggs and Pasta." He nervously blabbered, his gaze meeting the nurse's.
"I see. That's not what you said a minute ago. You said: Toast, Sandwich, Pasta. Just now, you said: Toast, Eggs, Pasta." The woman spoke, her amused face suddenly turned into a serious one. Almost like a police officer, in front of a criminal, trying to get him to confess to his crime.
"I meant... Egg sandwich." Midoriya shakily saved, fiddling with his fingers. The nurse shook her head in disappointment, grabbing Izuku's clothes, and handing them to him.
"It's not hard to tell when you kids are lying, y'know? Izuku... These scars, cuts and bruises... They're very numerous. I thought you might be inflicting self-harm on yourself, like on your wrists, which was clearly made by a razor's blade... But, once I saw the huge bruises on you back... A person can't possibly do that on themselves. So... Izuku, are your parents, siblings, friends or anybody around you... Are they in any way hurting you, physically?" The woman asked, now sounding genuinely worried.
Midoriya's heart sunk. Right then, and there. He practically felt it. His eyes trailed off to the ground, reminding himself of his father's voice.
"Remember, slut. You tell someone, you'll end up right next to you hag-of-a-mother, got it? You fucking hear me? Whore... Such a pathetic piece of shit... And if you think you can hide it from me... I can tell when you're lying. So don't even try, damn scumbag. Ya hear?"
"No... Of course not. My family is the best! I was... Born this way..?" Izuku quickly spat out, tensing up under the woman's glare. She, once again, seemed absolutely disappointed.
"Izuku... Lying, again?" She whispered. "How is your mom, is she nice?" The woman asked, leaning back on her stool. Midoriya's heartbeat quickened, his mind racing.
"I... She... I don't think you're supposed to be asking these kinds of questions, during a physical exam. I'm sorry, miss. I have a class to get back to. You have all the information you need." He quickly thought of this, leaving the stall as soon as he could. The woman was left alone, as she fiddled with her papers. Notes of Izuku's bruises, cuts, scars and underweight body were scribbled down on her documents. She swiftly pulled out her phone, sending an urgent email to the principal of Yueii.
Dear Principal Nezu...
My name is Shika Arozu, a nurse who attended your school for the physical exams of your students. I am reaching out to you about a twelfth grade student of yours; Izuku Midoriya. I've collected some worrying and troublesome information about his health, in which I'd like to consult you about, as soon as you get a moment. Please reach back out to me, once you have the chance. This is quite urgent.
Thank you for your time.
Sincerely, Shika Arozu
Sent.
To Be Continued...