Bunny hopped off of a main street and ducked into an ally. Being chased by Endeavor wasn't fun, especially when you had a nice burn on one leg and a bleeding one on the other. He breathed silently as the pro passed him, a few sidekicks trailing behind him like ducklings. He pressed himself a green trash can, thinking about the irony of this situation. As the final sidekick passed the alleyway he pulled himself onto a roof. He limped across the rooftops until he came upon a familiar road. He lowered himself after trying to control his breathing, feeling slightly dizzy from blood loss. He ungracefully fell onto his own balcony and opened the door. He let out a string of curses as he put more pressure onto his burned leg, stumbling into the apartment. He collapsed onto the bed, feeling a jab in his side. He let out a whimper and raised his torso, looking at the betraying pen that he had left there. He threw it across the room, hearing a click when it hit the wall perfectly.

After waiting for a couple minutes he pulled himself away from his now blood stained blanket and stumbled into the bathroom. He leaned against the counter as he reached under it, searching for the basket of band-aids and other medical materials. Midoriya let out a quickened breath as he pulled the basket out and slammed it on the counter. He tossed his mask aside and rubbed off the make-up with his hands after taking the gloves off. He was glad that the mask was easily makeable after making the pattern, as this was the 3 one. The first one was pulled off when getting chased by Hawks, luckily he was falling when it was pulled so the man couldn't see his face. The second was blown up by Bakugo when Bunny went to rescue Aizawa. He still felt the burn slightly under his skin but he paid no mind, he had gotten worse burns from the boy after all. He slipped the now darkened hoodie off of his body, throwing it into the bathtub and turning on hot water.

He slunk in after the hoodie, red swimming around in the once clear water. A ragged breath left his mouth as he grabbed a cloth to wash away his blood. It stung a lot but Midoriya knew better than to let out a noise of pain. He poured alcohol onto the cloth and brought it back to his skin. He let out a small screech of pain, the pain absolutely getting to him. A few tears slipped onto the wounded leg, causing him to let out a loud whimper. He heard his phone ring out from the bed room, but he let it ring. It was probably Nezu and he really had more important things to take care of. After he fully cleaned the wound, he reached out to grab a sterile pad and gauze. He placed it on the stab wound and start wrap the gauze tightly around it. He let out a sigh of relief after washing his hands in the now red water. His eyes tiredly looked over it and let it drain. The color of blood didn't bother him anymore, it hadn't bothered since he was 11. He climbed out of the tub and pulled off his pants fully, tossing them into the trash. He put a large bandage over the now cream covered burn. He clambered out of the bathroom and shot himself into his bedroom.

On his desk laid his cell-phone, buzzing rapidly. As he limped over to it he saw Nezu's messages, all coated with slight worry.

Nezu: What did Shinso mean by a ten minute walk

Nezu: Do you own multiple apartments??

Nezu: If not which one is your residence and which is owned by someone else

Nezu: Also why are you outside at this time?

Nezu: Midoriya, are you ok?

~10 minute break in messages~

Nezu: Kid are you ok? Why aren't you answering your phone.

Nezu: Please tell me your okay

Nezu: Pick up your phone, I tried to call you 3 times already.

Midoriya: I'm ok nezu. I'm just trying to go to bed, so goodnight.

Midoriya slipped the phone back onto the desk, Nezu hadn't replied to him. He tiredly rummaged in his closet, soon finding gray leggings and a the black hoodie from earlier. He put them on rapidly and went to find his spare pair of red shoes. They sat by the door and he sighed upon seeing them. They were a comforting color to him, but they were starting to dull in color. As he rummaged around his apartment, finding things to bring across town, he found a purple hair clip on the bloodied blanket. There was no blood on it, so he pocketed it to eventually give it back to its owner. He pulled the red shoes, slipped the book bag of items (vigilante gear, stylists, chargers, wallet, phone, first aid kit and books) and made his way out of the apartment. He rushed down the dark streets and let out tired breathes as he ran. He slowed down upon seeing a Udon stand set up. His stomach gave a betraying growl as he approached it. He gave a smile to the worker as he wrote down his order in neat kanji. The person nodded, took the money and smiled. Their quirk gave them two small horns on their head, matching the hair in a slightly lighter color. He moved out of the way of the till and sat down on a nearby stool.

"Midoriya?" A voice behind him questioned. He spun around and saw two tired figures and a long haired blond man. He gave a wave to Aizawa and Shinso, but gave a questioning glance to the blond guy. Aizawa sat down next to him and whispered in his ear. "That's Mic, call him Yamada though." To which he gave a nod. The family ordered their noodles and Midoriya leaned onto the counter to enjoy his own. Something in his hoodie stabbed between his burned leg and stomach, making him let out a strangled noise of pain. Yamada looked over to him worried, and spoke in a tone that was slightly stressed. "You okay buddy?" He asked, rubbing at his back. Midoriya took out the offending object and stared at the purple hair clip. He reached over to Shinso and pulled on the boy's jacket sleeve. The boy speedily turned around, a glare softening when his eyes met the shorters. The green haired teen motioned for the other's hand, causing the taller's face to emit a warm glow. Midoriya placed the clip in the outstretched hand and spun back to his noodles. He started to greedily eat them, not paying attention to the family beside him. Once he had finished, he slid the worker a tip and got up from his stool to leave.

"Oi, Kid!" Aizawa called while grabbing his hoodie. Midoriya turned around and waited for him to continue. "It's dangerous to be out at night by yourself, want us to help you home or you can come with us?" He asked awkwardly. 'No, I'm good, all I have to do is catch a train. Bye A-I-Z-A-W-A'' Midoriya signed back, wiggling out of the man's hold. The kid felt his heart pounding against his chest as he ran as fast as he could. His chest and legs were completely engulfed in pain when he had been running for ten minutes. He was positive he had reopened the healing wound by the fact he felt a liquid streaming down his leg. He ducked into an alleyway and discreetly rolled up his leggings. He pulled the fabric away from his leg to try and keep the pants clean. He pulled his backpack around to his side, rummaging through it to locate bandages. Soon his wound was rewrapped and he tossed the gauze aside in nearby pile of trash. He recklessly stood up and started the walk to his train, but as his luck has it he walked right into who he wanted to avoid. He stared up at the UA teacher and slightly side stepped. The trio looked at him with blank confusion as both Midoriya and Yamada shot awkward finger guns at each other.

"Didn't you say you had a train to head over to?" Aizawa asked dulley. He nodded his head up and down a few times, before straightening his backpack. "Uhm is it the 2:45 am train?" Yamada asked, putting an arm around his partner's shoulders. He nodded curiously, before Shinso butted it "It's 2:50 now!". Midoriya blinked a few times, shifted his backpack to grab his phone and indeed it was past the time. Midoriya grumbled under his breath, trying to decide what would be the best course of action.

"Ya knowwwww, our offer still stands of you coming with us!" Yamada chirped, giving a cheeky grin. 'But my uniform is at my apartment' the teen signed back, avoiding eye contact with the people in front of him. "You can just borrow one of Hitoshi's!" was the reply, a bright grin on the voice hero's face. Midoriya let out a sigh of defeat and nodded, slowly following the family back to their car. Upon getting inside the vehicle he sat as far away from the other teen as possible, his face looking out the window with mild interest. His eyes were drooping and his head unexpectedly slammed into the window sometimes, jolting him back awake. As he looked around the car, trying to stay away he saw Aizawa staring at him through the rear-view mirror. The teen gave a sleepy grin, to which the other teen saw and smiled to himself. Aizawa gave a huff through his gauze, suddenly uninterested in watching the problem child.

Once they arrived at the Yamada-Aizawa house, Midoriya was the last out of the car, clutching his backpack straps with a nervous energy. His footsteps were silent as he entered the house, slipping off his shoes and shuffling into some guest slippers. "I-I er thankyouforlettingmestayhere!" He shouted suddenly, nerves getting the better of him and letting him speak. His throat didn't clog up immediately after saying that and he burrowed his slightly warmer face into his hoodie. He could see Yamada sporting a smile while sending over some finger guns."It's not a problem listener!" Midoriya shyly followed Yamada into chocolate covered kitchen, his eyes giving a look of surprise. Some instinct in Midoriya suddenly kicked in, quickly going over to the sink and finding a washcloth. "Oh yea. I tried making brownies and they kinda exploded." the voice hero chuckles, an awkward hand rubbing at his neck. The teen didn't pay much attention as he walked over to the oven and started cleaning. "Oii- You don't have to do that!" Aizawa shouted from the couch, watching the new house guest carefully. Midoriya looked the hero dead in the eye and without stuttering for once "Then fucking stop me"

Shinso had started to choke on the drink he had, Yamada's mouth was dropped wide open and Aizawa had a slightly shocked look on his face. The underground hero started to give out a creepy laugh, paired with a chaotic grin. "Well, you got spunk huh?" The boy suddenly nodded and started to sign again. 'Sorry that was probably really rude h-u-h.' To which the pro waved him off. "Your fine kid, but really you don't have to clean it." Midoriya shrugged and spun around to continue cleaning. Shinso watched the other teen clean with great interest, not even being subtle at staring at the boy. "Wellllllllll I'ma go to bed now, bye!" Yamada said dragging his feet to his own room. Midoriya bowed to him, giving him a sign of goodnight. Aizawa occasionally glanced around the room, scowling when he saw his son checking out their house guest. He pulled up his arm and struck his son's leg, making sure not to actually injure the boy. Shinso turned to him with a glare, but his attention was pulled back by the sound of a whimper.

As the tired pair looked over from the couch, they saw the small boy on the floor face first. "Uh, are you ok?" Shinso asked, going over to the boy. The boy picked himself up, pain flashing on his face for a second before he nodded. "Come over here Midoriya." Aizawa called, causing the boy to quickly move over. He was pulled onto the couch as Aizawa inspected his face. Shinso walked back over to sit on the other side of Midoriya, closing watching his father's movements. "You might have a bit of a light bruise on your forehead but other then that you're alright." Was the final statement, Aizawa letting go of Midoriya. The boy went to stand but was pulled back down by two hands. "You're done cleaning Midoriya." Shinso said dully. The smaller teen nodded and tucked his knees to his chin, the slippers falling off and onto the floor. His legs were soon hidden inside his hoodie and he swayed slightly. Aizawa stood up and saw the bright digital clock of the microwave reading 3:24.

As he turned around to tell the teens to go to bed, but saw the smaller teen curled up on the couch lightly dozing. Shinso carefully stood up and went over to a hall closet and grabbed out a dark colored blanket. He went over to the other teen and carefully draped the blanket on top of him. Small smiles made their ways on the tired pair as they looked from each other and the sleeping teen. Midoriya's face which was normally filled with anxiety and wariness was now replaced with a small smile as he nuzzled into the blanket. Shinso took out his phone and took a picture of the cute teen. "I swear if I find you checking him out or sneaking a of him again I will knock you out with this cast." Aizawa groaned. Shinso merely grinned and stated "Well, he has quite a nice body if I do say so myself." His dad took a moment to compute that message which let Shinso slip into his room and locked his door.

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