Midoriya felt his room spinning, blood rushing to his head and pounding against his brain. He collapsed against his bed, hitting his head on the frame of it. He curled up into a ball, coughing and gagging. He picked himself up against his desk, taking the note and ripping it to shreds. His gagging didn't stop and he started coughing up his own spit. Phantom pain started bleeding over his body, his wrists aching from chains.

He puked into his trash can, hugging himself and shaking. His mind and body kept betraying him, making his arms and torso ache from old injuries. His vision was red, blood seeping out of his arms. He choked on it again, struggling against his chains. Blood seemed to fill his lungs, having him hack up the metallic smelling liquid.

In the distance he heard something firing, a loud boom shaking his head. It hurt, it hurt so badly, making his blood feel like acid. His hand drifted down to his side, grabbing the pain and trying to take it away. He gave a final cough before slumping over against his bed, numbed out of the pain.

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Three knocks on his door. They repeated in a nervous tone, waiting to be let in. "Come in" He croaked out, his voice raspy and wheezy. He heard the footsteps of someone in the house, walking to his room. As he looked around it was still spinning, and he brought his hand to his aching head. He stared at it for a second, the dry blood looking shiny on his skin. He looked up to his clock ,the time 11:42 am

"Deku... are you in- WHAT THE FUCK!?!" He heard a voice from his door, the sound of footsteps rushing to him. He tried to roll away, but only ended up under his desk. "Deku.... Get out from under there." They groaned, crouching down slightly. The person was in a black t-shirt and jeans.

Midoriya whimpered, curling up on himself from under his desk. An arm reached out and grabbed his hand pulling him out from under the desk. The person moved him to onto his bed, looking at the discarded gun on the ground "Are you ok?" The person asked as his vision completely cleared. He looked up to the person's face and sighed.

"Yea" he nervously said, trying to pick himself up. He after trying to take a step he fell, awkwardly hitting the metal chair at his desk. "Deku, please try having common sense" He said, holding him by the waist to stop him from completely hitting the ground. As he started to squirm the person held onto him tighter, which ended up with both of them falling.

"Why are you here" Midoriya asked, sighing as he brushed off his clothes. "The old hag made katsudon." Bakugo grumbled, motioning to the bag in his hand.

"Oh. Well I have some work to do and stuff so you can go Kacchan." He said, stretching out his aching limp. Bakugo glared at him for a moment before stating "Stay safe and take your medicine" and walking out of the room. Midoriya lifted his shirt to see a small trail of blood going down his torso, leading to where an injection bullet still stayed. He stared at it, trying to remember what happened.

He tore it out, slapping a normal band aid onto it and when to his laptop. He looked through his bookmarked pages, grimacing at noticing a link to a document containing something he wrote along time ago. He opened it in a different time, taking to going to a flower website. The person owning it had a quirk that purely made fake flowers, which was fascinating to him.

He looked at the selection picking a few dark purple asters, purple carnations, blue delphiniums. He knew these were perfect for Nezu's crown, and he planned to make it extravagant. He placed four gladiolus in the cart, a deep red in color.

A grin settled onto his face as he bought the flowers, preparing to have the best time of his life with this. Nearby he saw a few blush pink peonies to the side, his soft spot aching for them. He looked to the small shrine in the corner, covered in pink and red flowers, a heart shape surrounding his parent's photos. He remembered how, who was known as Stain, found him soon after his parents were killed right before him. Their blood was still on his face in that moment and the man seemed to pity him. Neither knew each other's real name, but they still cared for each other.

They stopped talking when Midoriya became a vigilante of his own, no longer cleaning up Stendhal's messes. A shiver ran through his body, causing him to stand up and rush to the shower. Nausea went away as the burning of the water took back his thoughts, making him concentrate on different things. He tiredly went around with his day, cleaning all the blood off of his vigilante gear and hiding it away, anonymously ordering some more cloth for undergarments to go with the suit, finishing an analysis for Nezu and other things normal for his life.

The entire day he felt off, like a pair of eyes boring into his soul. Something bored, something seeing what his does as monotone and boring.

As he went to grab a new glass of water his eyes landed on the bag left on the counter. His stomach twisted uncomfortably the longer he stared. His mother had always loved to make him katsudon after a bad day, whether Bakugo had 'accidentally' pushed him or he embarrassed himself in front of his whole class she was always there. He bit his tongue, shaking his head as he half-heartedly tossed it into the fridge. He grabbed out a few rice balls and a hoodie, munching on them as he looked around for what he needed.

His eyes drifted to his window as he saw a flash of black and white fleeing. He ran to his window but saw nobody around.

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