11 | Emergency Exit Man

                                    

                                          



Izuku and Hitoshi sat at the table, both not daring to disturb the rare peace they'd got. Katsudon was being served for dinner tonight. Izuku's favourite. Although he felt happy, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He didn't want to talk about him and Katsuki's fight, but he was so sure his parents would ask.
Hitoshi squeezed his hand under the table, seeing the anxious worry written all over the greenette's face. "It's okay." He whispered as Yamada entered the room, holding two bowls of Katsudon.
"Dinner is served!" He shouted gleefully as Aizawa came in, holding the other two bowls.
Izuku slowly picked up a piece of pork with his fork. He couldn't look up, afraid to meet their eyes. He wasn't scared of his parents, he was more scared of what they'd bring up as an attempt at starting conversations.
He didn't particularly like the fight he'd had with Kacchan today. He practically tried to kill him. It had reminded him so much of middle school. Flashbacks filled his mind as he ate, mostly of Bakugou using his quirk against him.
He couldn't stop thinking about the fight, Bakugou's words echoing endlessly in his head.
What's the matter, Deku?
Afraid to stand up and fight me?
Deku. You're shaking in your boots, you're so scared. But you wanna fight me anyway. That's why I hate you!
He'll be fine as long as he dodges!
What's the matter? You look scared.
Deku! Don't you ever forget what you are! You're a weakling!
You've been hiding your true power for years. What's the deal, Deku? Did you think you were better than me this entire time?
You were playing me this entire time, you bastard.
Tears pricked his eyes. He hated it. He hated the blame, the accusations, the bullying. He wanted to escape it. He thought he could finally escape it.
"Izuku?" Shota tapped his hand, snapping Izuku out of whatever trance he was in. "Are you alright?"
He nodded, eyes focused on the ground. "Mhm.. "
"No you're not. I can see the tears, Izuku." Aizawa stated, as he wrapped his pinky finger around the greenette's index finger. Izuku hesitantly looked up. "What's wrong?"
He wiped his tears as he picked his fork up again. "N-nothing.. just thinking about s-something.."
Hitoshi squeezed his left hand again. "Is it about what I think it's about?" He asked in a soft, quiet tone. He nodded as he ate another piece of pork.
Yamada tried to change the subject. "So! I heard you fought that Bakugou kid today!"
That did not help. The accusations filled his head again as he forced himself to eat. He did not need to be interrogated for his trauma over food right now.
"Y-yeah.. " he stammered out, refusing to make eye-contact with them.
"Did something bad happen in the fight?" He asked, concern laced in his tone.
Hitoshi leaned closer to him. "Are you going to tell them or do you want me to?" He offered as Izuku looked towards his brother. "I can see that it's a.. tough topic for you right now."
Izuku swallowed harshly to avoid tearing up. "C-can you tell them, H-Hito?"
Hitoshi nodded. He turned to face Aizawa and Yamada, who both had concern written all over their face. "Bakugou was.. harsh on Zuku today. He practically tried to kill him. He has these like super powerful gauntlets now that can store his nitro sweat for a monster blast, and he kind of used it on Zuku.. "