Kaiya's POV

Kacchan was quiet and brooding as he took me home. It seemed like he was at war with himself. I turned around in my wheelchair to look back at him but he avoided my gaze. When we arrived at my apartment building, he paused and looked down at me.

"Which one?" He asked in a soft growl, he was still angry at something. I'd expected him just to leave me once we got here.

I listed the apartment number and he pushed me to the elevator. "Ah...Kacchan...what are you doing?" I asked him curiously.

"Taking you home." He grumbled before his brows creased with concern, "did you get brain damage when you hit your head?"

He thought I'd forgotten. I shook my head, "no, it's just, technically I am home, you don't have to do this much." I didn't understand why he was being so nice when he'd treated me like a leper for the past several years...ever since the accident.

"Shut up, yes I do." He growled quietly as we took the elevator up to my floor.

"Why?" I looked up at him curiously. Why did he think he had to do this?

He didn't answer me. The doors whooshed open and his gaze flicked to the exit before narrowing in a glare. I followed his gaze and spotted Midoriya standing on the other side of the open doors. His bright green eyes grew wide in horror as he took one look at my appearance before welling with tears.

"Kaiya!" He launched into a panicked crying rant. He'd thought I'd gotten away from the monster he had no idea I'd been in trouble. I could tell he felt horrible for what had happened. Kacchan looked livid. I had a feeling if he weren't gripping my chair so tightly, he'd have attacked Midoriya. Was this why he'd been so upset? Did he think Midoriya had abandoned me? ...well, in a way, he did, but he didn't know. It was an honest mistake, and I had to give him a break as he was being drowned by a very terrifying villain at the time.

His panicked muttering was about to set Kacchan off so I decided to intervene. "It's okay, Midoriya...I know it wasn't intentional, you can stop apologizing." Though it was more like groveling and was getting very uncomfortable.

I heard Kacchan's grip on the handles of my wheelchair tighten and the metal beneath begin to groan. He was going to snap. I cringed in anticipation. As I expected, Kacchan exploded, "GET LOST!"

Midoriya let out a scared 'eep' and looked as if he were going to stand his ground, but something must have changed in Kacchan's expression as all the color drained from Midoriya's face and he reluctantly walked away. I chanced a glance back at Kacchan but he looked away from me so I couldn't see his scary expression before pushing me out of the elevator and to my apartment.

I turned again to look up at him; was he going to yell at me again if I tried to thank him? "Thanks for getting me home."

"Are your parents' home?" He asked, ignoring my thanks.

I shook my head and watched as he let out a heavy sigh. He once again appeared to be having some kind of internal struggle.

"Fine. Hurry up and open the door." He grumbled impatiently.

"Huh?" I was completely lost.

"I said open the damn door!" His cheeks looked a little red but it was hard to tell as he appeared incapable of meeting my gaze.

"...um...okay..." I squeaked and fumbled for one of the pouches dangling from the side of my chair that had my house key in it. I unlocked the door and jumped as Kacchan leaned over me to open it before wheeling me inside. My heart skipped a beat as he kicked the door shut behind us. It started to race as he suddenly lifted me into his arms and carried me to the sofa. What was this situation? This had to be a dream. Perhaps I was lying in a coma somewhere and this is what my brain had concocted.

He was surprisingly gentle as he set me on the sofa and my heart wouldn't stop racing in my chest. I was sure my face was a bright shade of scarlet and was glad for the dim lighting as the curtains were half drawn and there weren't any lights on. "First aid kit?" He asked somewhat awkwardly. This all seemed to be very difficult for him and I didn't quite understand why.

I pointed to a closet near the front door.

He nodded and went to retrieve it without a word. It didn't take him long to find it, my parents had one for every room of the house. My heart pounded in my chest as he returned and set the first aid kit on the sofa next to me before opening it.

"...Kacchan...you don't have t-."

"Don't worry about it." He grumbled as he dug through the first aid kit to find some antiseptic wipes to clean the various cuts and scrapes adorning my hands, arms and face.

Why?

He started with the scrapes on my hands. The antiseptic burned a little at first and I drew back instinctively. I expected him to be annoyed and snap at me but he was quiet and let me pull back. He waited quietly until I returned my hand to him before resuming. It took about twenty minutes for him to clean each scrape and cut and apply bandages to the ones that needed it. He was quiet the whole time.

Once he was done, he put the first aid kit away and hesitated near the door. It looked like he wanted to run away but also like he had something to say. He looked conflicted again. I had a feeling there was some kind of internal war happening in Kacchan's mind.

"Can I ask you something?" I spoke up softly.

"You just did." He retorted though it lacked his usual bite. He sighed, "what is it?"

I wanted to ask him a million things but managed to stick to one thing instead of blurting a plethora of questions at him, "are you okay?"

He looked caught off guard by my question, "what?"

"...I don't know...you just seem...not okay..." I squeaked.

He turned to leave but paused and turned back to me, "I'm fine."

I didn't think he was being honest. I was afraid he'd find me annoying if I continued asking him questions but, I couldn't stop myself. "Can I ask another?"

He sighed softly but made no move to leave. Normally he'd be snarling by this point if any one else pestered him this much. His piercing crimson eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he averted his gaze. In that moment I saw his expression darken with guilt and remorse. What did he feel so guilty about?

"Were we ever friends as kids, or was I really just an annoying tag along? I try to remember but, it's all kind of a blur..." I spoke so softly I wasn't entirely sure if he had heard me.

He was quiet.

"...it's just...I'm sorry if I just barged into your circle and forced my presence on you back then, that would have been very uncool..." My words trailed away.

"You didn't." He replied quietly, "...it was my fault..."

I looked to him curiously, "what was?"

He shook his head, "I just meant-,... I started it, you were wearing an All Might t-shirt and had the newest figurine that had just been released." It seemed like he'd been about to say something else but thought better of it.

I thought back and smiled as I remembered our first meeting, "oh yeah." My parents and I had just moved here. Mom and I bumped into Kacchan and his mom at the grocery store. He'd yelled out when he saw my All Might things. It had been so much easier to talk to him back then. "Your mom gave us coins to get All Might stickers out of one of those machines near the registers." I giggled as I started to remember more of our first meeting. The tips of his ears reddened and I worried I was annoying him with the reminiscing, "sorry...I'm probably annoying you..."

"...you're not...you never have..." He grumbled.

I felt my heart stutter in my chest, "but...I thought-."

He clenched his fists at his sides, "I only said it so you wouldn't follow us...it wasn't safe..." His eyes widened as if he'd just blabbed something he shouldn't have before he turned and ducked out the door leaving me even more confused than before.

"Kacchan?" I breathed his name as he disappeared.

I activated my quirk once I was sure he wasn't coming back and slid the lock into place. The landline phone started to ring. I extended my hand toward the cordless phone. It flew off its dock and into my hand. It was my parents.

"Hey honey, how did moving go?" Mom asked on the other end once I answered. I could hear seagulls in the background and cheesy island music. It sounded like they were at a luau.

"It went okay." I replied softly, feeling tired and achy now that I was alone and starting to wind down.

"Just okay? Did the movers do a bad job?"

"No, they were all very nice and accommodating." I sank further into the sofa.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? You sound tired." I heard a rustling sound as mom put her hand over the receiver before I heard her muffled voice as she ordered some kind of cocktail before returning to the phone.

"I just had a long day." I sighed.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, did you want to talk about it?" Mom asked, though from the tone of her voice it didn't seem like she wanted to listen.

"No, that's okay, I'm just going to turn in early. I love you, have fun."

Her voice was filled with relief, "love you too honey."

I hung up the phone and set it on the sofa beside me. Stiffly, I extended my hand in the direction of my wheelchair. It rolled toward me. I frowned as I looked to the bent wheel. Using my quirk, I tried to bend the metal and get it back to good as new condition. My parents would be upset if they came home from their vacation to find my chair all dinged up. It took some time but I got it back in order. After using my quirk to fix my chair, I felt even more exhausted.

Someone knocked on the door. I extended my hand toward the door moving the metal lock before managing to turn the metal doorknob from a distance. I pulled the door open and was surprised to see Midoriya in the doorway with what looked like some plastic containers filled with food.

He looked surprised to see me still on the sofa. "H-hey, my mom made you some dinner." He held up the containers of food.

"Oh, she didn't need to go through the trouble." I felt a little awkward, accepting handouts but was also quite grateful as I didn't think I had the energy to make myself food tonight. "Please tell her thank you for me."

Midoriya smiled and nodded as he stepped inside. Since he'd helped with the move, he had an idea of where things were. He stepped into the kitchen and made me up a plate of the heavenly smelling home cooked meal before bringing it to me with some utensils. "Do you want something to drink?"

I offered him a strained smile, "you don't have to take care of me, also you're a guest, I'm supposed to offer you refreshments."

"Ah, sorry." Midoriya blushed.

"It's okay...thanks for this." I motioned to the plate. The food was still hot and very delicious. It was definitely made with love. My mother was an atrocious cook. Dad was a passable cook, definitely less likely to accidentally poison anyone but neither of them could ever accomplish this level of cooking.

"Anytime." He bowed his head apologetically, "I am really sorry about earlier...I didn't see any sign of you...I thought you got away somehow... or that All Might had gotten to you first... I wasn't thinking clearly-." He rambled with tears in his eyes.

"You really don't have to apologize, Midoriya." I offered him a tired smile. "A lot was going on, and I didn't really get hurt, its just some minor surface wounds."

He looked to the plethora of bandages and bruises adorning my revealed skin and frowned, "it looks pretty bad."

"I promise it looks worse than it is. Don't worry so much."

I finished the amazing meal and Midoriya took his leave after telling me it was okay for me to keep the Tupperware he put in the fridge. Mrs. Midoriya had sent him over with enough food I'd have leftovers for another meal. Once he was gone, I locked the door and struggled to pull myself back into my wheelchair before activating my quirk to get me to my bedroom. I thought about skipping a shower, not wanting to deal with changing my bandages but decided it would be better to clean up and change my bandages.

Luckily, our new apartment had a handicap friendly bathroom. The bathroom attached to my room had a nice big walk in shower that I could get my shower chair in with relative ease. As I stripped down and moved into my shower chair, I noticed an alarming amount of blood on the side of my upper thigh that had been completely concealed by my skirt. Upon closer inspection I realized I had a deep gash in my thigh that seemed to go all the way down to the fatty tissue. I was sure if I wasn't paralyzed from the waist down, I'd be in a lot more pain.

I got through my shower without any issue and spent nearly an hour trying to rebandage all my cuts and scrapes. The wound on my thigh needed stitches. I dug a suturing needle and some thread out of the heavy duty first aid kit in my bathroom and set to work stitching the wound shut. By the time I'd finished showering, doctoring my wounds and getting ready for bed, it was late.

I struggled to lift myself out of my chair, Midoriya had helped install the lift system next to my bed to help me get in and out of bed. I gripped the metal bars. My arms felt weak and wobbly. It took a lot of effort to flop onto my bed. I didn't remember covering myself up, the moment my head hit the pillow, I was out.