-Time skip two days-

3rd POV

"Good morning Izuku! Are you ready to go home today?" The nurse said brightly, coming into the room holding a tray of food. Izuku stood up from the chair by the window, holding onto his IV stand. He gave the woman a nervous smile. He may be ok with doctor Kamane, but Izuku was still very on edge when it came to doctors and nurses. They reminded him of the people that ripped him open over, and over, and over. Izuku pulled himself from his thoughts as the door closed behind the nurse.

He looked down at the tray. The nurse had brought him a bowl of oatmeal and some juice. There was also a glass of water and a small paper cup with three pills in it. The quirk suppression pill, the pill for his lungs, and a new pill for PTSD. They had given Izuku a mental health screening to determine his emotional state. At the moment, Izuku had been diagnosed with major anxiety, complex PTSD, and depression. These diagnosis didn't shock Izuku, but it was still weird to hear it from someone else. Kamane had also informed the family and Izuku that the small boy would likely suffer from withdrawals for the next few weeks due to the high potency  and quantity of the drugs used on Izuku. Izuku knew this meant he was going to be angry.... a lot.

Izuku took two bites of the oatmeal, swallowed his pills and drank the juice. He pushed the rest away and returned to the window. He got lost in his thoughts looking out the window. Without Izuku realizing it, small flowers began to grow around the frame of the widow. The dainty white flowers began to cover a small patch of the wall, growing like ivy.

"Izuku?" A voice knocked him out of his trance. He looked away from the window, confused by the plants now weaving against the wall. A small chuckle was heard from behind him. He turned to see his Dad behind him. "You ok?"

Izuku waited before responding, looking back at the flowers he made. "Yea. I'll be fine." He said quietly. A worried look crossed Aizawa's face. He knew that the medication that Izuku was going to be put on had side effects, so he wanted to make sure his son's emotional state didn't get out of hand.

"Well, how about we leave this place, huh?" Izuku gave him a wide smile.

"Yes please." He giggled.

As they were checking out, Izuku was given his three medication bottles, an extra quirk bracelet, and a carrying case for his oxygen. They had also informed him that when he gets back to school, he can move his oxygen to his bookbag so it's easier to transport. He was also told that he would start having checks ups with Recovery Girl every Monday. Izuku's smile faded a little at this news. He was starting to feel like such a burden on everyone.

"Why would anyone want something so broken?" Shigiraki's words echoed through Izuku's mind. He lowered his head, said goodbye, and they were off.

The drive back to U.A. was quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional cough from Izuku. Soon enough, they had arrived.

They walked to the dorms and were greeted by all of class 1A and most of the teachers. Izuku was holding onto Aizawa's arm as they reached the common room. Izuku sat down on a chair to catch his breath as his classmates came up to greet him.

"Izuku! We are so happy you're back!" Mina exclaimed.

"Yea dude! Classes haven't been the same with you gone." Kaminari said happily.

"We are happy to have you back Midoriya." Iida stated, smiling slightly.

"How are you feeling Izuku?" Ururaka asked, meeting his wandering eyes. Izuku took a deep breath in, just barley getting his breathing back to normal.

"I'm.. g-good." He smiled at his friends.

"Hey Izuku." He turned to face Mina. "Why don't we finish the Harry Potter movies tonight? To celebrate!" Izuku's eyes gleamed at the idea.

"I'd r-really like that." He said happily.

"Izuku." Aizawa crouched next to him. "Let's go get you settled in." The small boy nodded, pushing himself off the chair and following his teacher. They walked to the steps to the second floor. By the time Izuku had reached the top, his chest was heaving once more. "Izu do you want to stop r-"

"No." He said sternly, pushing past his dad to reach his door. His frustration bubbling again. He opened the door, quickly entering and sitting down on his bed. He tossed the bag the doctors gave him to the side and put his hands on his knees, breathing deeply.

He stared at the floor waiting for the black spots to leave his vision. He felt a weight next to him on the bed. Turning his head he saw Aizawa and dove into his chest. He cried out his frustrations and fears. 

"Zawa this doesn't feel real." He sobbed. His dad pulled him closer.

"It is real Izuku. I've got you. No one is going to hurt you again." The white haired boy sniffled, looking up to the elder.

"B-but..." He trailed off, his mind going to dark places. "What if I die? What if another quirk comes and I can't handle it? What if I lose control and hurt someone else? What if-"

"Izuku." The boy was shaken from his thoughts. Concerned eyes meeting his. "That's not going to happen. You're going to heal up and be ok." He cupped his sons face. "Zashi and I can't lose you. You're our son and we hate seeing you in so much pain."

"But I've become s-such a burden..." Izuku lowered his eyes, tears growing as he spoke.

"Don't talk like that." Aizawa said firmly, startling Izuku slightly. "You will never be a burden. We all love you and want you to get better. Nothing you ever do will change that." Izuku let his tears fall once more, hugging his father tight.

"T-thank you Z-zawa."

"Of course Izu."

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Izuku POV

We spent the night watching movies and hanging out. It was like a dream come true. I had to keep reminding myself that this was real. That I was really free. Once night fell, a new struggle arose.

Sleep.

I already have my quirks to thank for my shitty sleep schedule, but with this new medication on top of it, sleep is non-existent. I slipped off my uncomfortable oxygen tubes and laid in my bed, by myself at night for the first time since I had woken up. I sat and looked at the walls of the room, trying to usher my self to sleep. Voices began creeping up, slowly getting louder, whispering everything I feared.

Broken.

Weak.

Murderer.

Pathetic.

Useless.

The voices yelled at me. I covered my ears, trying not to make a sound and wake anyone. I can't cause anymore issues. The voices grew to yells, I clenched my eyes shut, the volume of the voices making my ears ring.

I sat there in agony. The voices finally died down after a few hours. I looked to my clock, noticing it was 4 am, I decided to go get some water. I walked out of bed, slowly making my way down the stairs. When I rounded the corner I saw Bakugo standing by the windows looking outside. He turned to stare at me, saying nothing. I must be hallucinating again. I mutter softly. I continue to walk and get a glass of water, Kacchan still watching me. I quickly finish my water and start walking away.

"Hey nerd, why are you ignoring me?" Hey says. I jump and turn around, panicked by the sudden voice.

"O-oh. Sorry..." I trailed off, I felt ashamed of what I had done. "I-i didn't realize you were real. I thought.... I thought I was hallucinating." Kacchan's expression softened at this information.

"It's ok. No need to be sorry." He quietly walked up to me, wrapping a hand around my waist. I felt myself blush, only then realizing I forgot my oxygen. I reached up to the side of my face where the tube usually rested. Shit. Kacchan chuckled at my realization. "Just notice?" I blush harder and shyly nod.

He swiftly lifts me off my feet, pulling my chest to his, me digging my face into the bend of his neck. I gasped at the sudden lift, quickly melting into his touch. "I got you." He whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

We walk up the stairs and reach my door. He opens the door and softly places me on my back, laying me down on the bed. He goes to pull away, but I keep my grip. "W-wait." I say quickly. He pauses, tilting his head in confusion. I blush hard at his reaction. "W-will you stay here with me?" His smirk comes back full force.

"Of course I will nerd." His words pour over me like honey. While he is still straddled over me, I pull his head in close for a kiss. One turns into two, two to three and soon we are making out. Passion heating up the room. 

I gasp, realizing that I hadn't been breathing. Kacchan pulls away in fear, quickly realizing what was wrong. He snatched the tubes off the bedside table and helped me wrap them back behind my ears. I blushed at my new restrictions. "S-sorry." I said sadly.

He cupped my face lightly. "Don't be sorry." He smiled at me through the darkness. He lowered himself next to me. I pulled myself closer to him, trying to steal his warmth. His arms wrapping around me softly. I felt his run a hand through my hair. I found this slightly comforting. The light touch lulled me to sleep.

"That bastard!"

I open my eyes to find Shigiraki infront of me. I sit up fast in a panic, only to be shoved back down to the floor. "Stay down you quirkless freak." My blood ran cold from the voice. Slowly turning my head I saw my father. The man who sold me into this life. Anger and sadness built up in my chest. I clenched my fists at the sight of him.

"This is all your fault!" I screamed. He lunged at me, picking me up by my throat. I gasped for air.

"What? You aren't happy to see your dear old dad?" He mocked. I grunted in anger, kicking his chest hard. He let me go, stumbling back into the wall. I fell into Crusty's grip. He closed both hands down on each of my arms, holding me still. I clenched my jaw shut, trying not to scream from the pain.

"Oh you're going to pay." My father said as he picked himself up from the wall. "I'm coming for you Izuku...."

The world faded to black as he ran at me. 

I shot up from my bed, sweating. Where am I? I looked around to see my room, but it's not real. I panic more seeing Kacchan beside me. The scene of his death playing in my head. What's going on? I feel my breath catch. I rip off the tube in my nose and push away from the bed. I run out the door, finding myself at the stairs. I pass my classmates. They aren't here. I bump past them as I make my way to the common room, panic swelling in my chest.

"Izuku?"

"Hey bro, you ok?"

"Midoirya?"

They swarm me. They will leave you. I can't do this.

"Y-you're not real. He'll pull my finger nails. I have to go back. My toes. My toes! They're gone." I let out an insane laugh as I fell to the floor crying. Pushing myself into the corner I began to pick at my skin. "I can feel them. They're touching me. I'm just their toy. Toy." Tears fell down my face. The figures infront of me mumbling words I can't hear. "It won't go away. It won't go away."

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3rd POV

Izuku's classmates watched as the small boy left his room in a panic, not really paying attention to his surroundings. He bumped into people as he made his way to the common room.

"Izuku?" Asked Uraraka.

"Hey bro, you ok?" Kirishima approached.

"Midoriya?" Todoroki rounded the corner.

Izuku's eyes filled with panic as the lights in the room began to flicker. "Y-you're not real. He'll pull my finger nails. I have to go back. My toes. My toes! They're gone." He was panicking.

"Izuku!" Bakugo ran down the stairs, sprinting into the common room. "What's going on?!" He yelled.

"I don't know. Izuku is having a flashback or something." Everyone began to worry as the area around the boy started growing sharp ragged vines up the wall.

"I can feel them. They're touching m. I'm just their toy. Toy." He was scratching at his skin. Blood starting to trickle down his arms.

"Shit!" Bakugo screamed. "Someone get Aizawa! Now!" He rushed up to his boyfriend, trying to reach him and comfort him.

Izuku's eyes were glazed over, he was no longer aware of his surroundings. "Th-they'll touch me again. S-slice me up." He giggled as tears rolled down his face. "F-father d-didn't want me, why would anyone else?" He whispered, rocking back and forth. Bakugo was a little taken aback by Izuku's words. The blonde boy hadn't even considered what Izuku must have gone through before all of this. His heart sank at the grim realization that the boy infront of him never had an easy life.

"Izuku." Bakugo said softly, tears forming in his eyes. "Izuku I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you." He choked out. "I-i should have noticed something was wrong. I should have been better to you." He was sobbing at this point, sitting across from the small white haired boy who had stopped rocking. The vines around Izuku stopped growing and the lights returned to normal. 

Izuku blinked a few times, bringing a hand to his head. "Wh-what happened?" He asked softly. All eyes were on him, he noticed a worried expression on everyone's faces. He met Bakugo's reddened eyes and began to piece together what happened. "Sh-shit. I'm sorry to worry you guys."

"Y-you damn nerd." Bakugo pulled Izuku into a hug. As they released, Ururaka, Jiro, and Tsu pulled him into a hug of their own, soon followed by the rest of the class.

"We are all here for you Izuku. We will fight with you every step of the way." Kirishima said. His encouraging words, lifting Izuku's spirits.

Bakugo sat infront of him with his head low. "Kacchan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

Bakugo met his gaze with tears in his eyes. "Izuku-"

"IZUKUUUU!!" The doors to the common room flew open as the sonic boom of Present Mics voice filled the room. Izuku flinched hard at the new sound, accidentally glitching across the room and back. He looked up at his dad shaking.

"P-please not that l-loud." He stuttered softly.

"Oh shi-. Izuku I'm so sorry." Hizashi fell to his knees and reached for Izuku. His son gulped hard, trying to calm his nerves.

Hizashi and Izuku quietly went back up the stairs, leaving the class in their worry.

"Hey Izu, how about we clean you up?" Izuku gave him a small nod as they began their walk back to his room.

Once to the dorm, Hizashi sat Izuku on the closed toilet in the bathroom. He started the water in the sink, looking at Izuku out of the corner of his eye as her checked the waters temperature. Izuku had his head hung low, his shaggy hair covering his eyes.

"Izu, can I clean your arms?" He crouched down, trying to catch the boys eyes. The look he found on Izuku's face scared him. His son sat there, emotionless and unresponsive, his eyes watering slightly. "Izu?" He repeated, gently placing a hand on his knee.

The touch seemed to have knocked him from his trance. Fearing the touch, Izuku lit a searing hot fire at the point of contact, his expression not changing as he did so. Hizashi hissed in pain as he pulled his hand away. The fire remained, shifting from a bright red, to an electric blue.

He knew that Izuku wasn't in the room at the moment, he was deep in his mind fighting himself. The father tried again, this time cupping his sons face. "Hey, Izu, you there?" He asked calmly.

A flicker of realization swirled in Izuku's eyes. He blinked a few times, coming back to reality. He looked at his father, studying him and his surroundings.

"Izuku, I'm going to clean your arms up, ok?" His question was met with a silent nod.

Hizashi grabbed his arms, Izuku's wrist laying limp at the end. The boy dropped his head once more as his father cleaned him up. After a few minutes of silence, they were finished. Hizashi grabbed a new shirt for Izuku and helped him change.

Realizing that Izuku wasn't going to move on his own, Hizashi gently picked him up, placing him back on his bed. He walked out to find Bakugo now sitting at the foot of the bed.

"I'll stay with him." Bakugo said as Izuku was laid onto the bed. The frail boy tightened the covers around him, pulling the top over his head slightly. He seemed to only be focused on blocking out the world. Izuku's father nodded. He swiftly bent down, kissing Izuku on the head slightly.

"I love you Izu. We are all here for you." With those words, he walked out pausing in the doorway before leaving the two boys in silence.

"Hey, Izuku?" Bakugo started. He waited for a response. After a moment, he continued. "I'm going to lay next to you. I'm here if you need anything." He said calmly. With that, he gently laid next to his boyfriend. 

The warmth of two bodies under the blanket lulled Bakugo to sleep. The sounds of his steady breathing filled the room. Izuku on the other hand, was far from asleep. He stayed awake, staring at the wall infront of him with dead eyes. The events of his past haunting him. His mind was attacking himself, trapping him in his own personal prison.

He was breaking.