Izuku's POV:

I finally managed to get the Dandelion to his room and it felt like great victory. The reason why I wanted to get Kacchan to his room was because I knew a lot about wounds. I might be small but I got hurt a lot and even Inumaki, my older brother was speechless about how much I could get hurt. Well most of the time kids in the kindergarten bully me and I get hurt that way but that was a story on its own.

Anyways, I was in his room ealier and knew what was there. I also knew that the bed was soft but not as soft so he could be on there with his wounds. Or basically any wounds. Not that I tried the beds out at all. It was my own little lie to get him to his room. For some reasons he just looked really sad and depressed sitting there in front of the TV.

Since I already knew what is in the room, I could easily run from one object to the next one and comment on it since I knew where things were staying. Thankfully he didn't catch that part. After all I just wanted to get him to smile and relax a bit more. Besides I also wanted to sleep more. Aizawa didn't know that most of the times I was awake in the night due to their own girl, Eri crying soo loud that they had to be with her none stop. There was also the fact that I was just scared and worried sick to be an orphan if something serious would happen to my Dandelion father. Of course I decided to never tell him that.

Me: I say it is a flower field!

The picture we were looking at was something about splattered paint and definitely modern art which no one needed to understand.

Dandelion: I say it's the result of a paintball gun fight...

Me: ... a gun fight? Why? I see a bunny there too!

Dandelion: How-!

We started discussing the painting a bit more before I could hear a yawn coming from Bakugo himself. That was when I decided to go to the window again to be a bit closer. I was not really skilled in a lot of things but I could tell that his arm was hurt and that he had something with his ear. Each time I was speaking he was facing me but when I talked to a corner a bit away he didn't react immediately. That was something I caught when I was running around and watching him while commenting on everything.

What just happen to you?

Is that my fault?

Am I the reason for this?

Did my brother die because of me too?

I felt tears well up in my eyes before I turned to look outside the window. There was absolutely no way I would tell anyone what I was honestly thinking. Especially not the people I cared for since my thoughts were just stupid.

Dandelion: What's on your mind little Dori? There's a guilty look on your face.

Me: Nah-ah! I just want to see brother again.... They didn't let me be at his funeral....I miss him!

I am the reason why he died for sure!

It's all because of me and my stupid quirkliness!

I am a curse like everyone says!

People only get hurt because of me!

Me: *sniff* Can we go see him?

Dandelion: I'll have to ask Aizawa where his grave is... but sure.

While I was watching some birds outside the window, I noticed something shiny there. It looked a lot out of place. There was not a lot of things outside but that thing was coming from the next window across the street and it was weird how it was focused on us or so I thought.

Before I knew it the window had a crack but it didn't shattered it just looked amazing and it scared me soo much that I stumbled backwards and fell down.

Me: AAAAAHHH!!!!!

I didn't really get how this window didn't break but there was something like a dent and it looked like a spiderweb just popped up all of the sudden. It was small and didn't really go all out through the whole window. Not only that but it was kinda weird that the thing had a feather in the center of the dent as well.

Dandelion: Aizawa was right... it's good thing he had those windows tempered. I'll have to call him.

Me: ....

Now I couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying. This was my final straw. I knew how a gun looked like and I knew how it would look like if it would hit a safety glass. This was how it looked like. Not only that but the bullet was not a bullet and even managed to penetrate the glass just a tiny bit. It looked more like an arrow and the pointy needle was the only thing that was sticking inside.

I am really soo unlucky!

Why was I born this way!

I never asked to be born!

I don't want this!

Why do people have to die because of me!

It's all my fault!

I am their death!

I don't want KAcchan to die!

He will if he is with me!

I'll only kill him!

I am scared!

I don't wanna be alone!

Dandelion(Pulling him into a hug): Shhh, it's alright Izuku.

My thoughts started to overwhelm me more and more and I was crying hard and hard until even the words from the Dandelion became unhearable. It was as if my mind was filtering them out. I stopped hearing anything and I was just panicking. My breathing quickened as I cried more and more. Panic was spreading all over my body and it was starting to get hard to breath.

I don't want to kill anyone anymore!

Why can't this end?!!!

WHY AM I EVEN ALIVE?!

I SHOULD BE THE ONE DEAD INSTEAD!