"What?"

Both the siblings said the same thing, albeit in different tones. Makoto's tone sounded near to disbelief while Tomura's sounded something along the lines of, "Oh God, not this crap again."

"Yes," Izuku's words adopted a bitter tone, "He has an awesome Quirk with which he will become an amazing hero one day. I want to be a hero too. Save others with a smile, just like All Might. But....he beats me up because I am Quirkless and therefore not cut out to be a hero. I think he is awesome, but........,"he trailed off.

There was silence in the room.

Izuku shifted in his sheets, suddenly feeling guilty for being the cause of the tension in the room. The migraine was worsening with the light and he squeezed his eyes shut again, as poisonous thoughts threatened to claw at his ravaged conscious.

He was intruding on their hospitality.

He had been injured due to his idiocy.

He couldn't save anyone, he had to be saved.

Heroes saved others.

Kacchan was righ—

"Does your mom know about this?" Makoto's soft voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

"She does."

"And doesn't she do anything about it?"

".....she doesn't think that it is that serious."

A sound of disbelief came from the young girl. Izuku wanted to defend his mom, who according to him, was the best mom ever. She would tend to his wounds too when he got back home, however, he could literally feel frustration radiating off Makoto, which wasn't a pleasant sensation.

"Turn it off Makoto, you are scaring him," Tomura's perpetually moody voice cut through the gloom and the feeling receded.

He heard a long-drawn sigh from Makoto who said, "How do you feel right now?"

Izuku felt internally relieved at the change of topic. Opening his eyes slightly, he said, "My head is aching, and my entire body feels numb. If I try to move, it feels like someone has lit a fire in me but somehow I am still alive."

"I think aspirin would do something for the headache, hey, Tomura get me the bottle of aspirin, please."

"Get it yourself."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Fucking fine, wait a second."

Tomura Shigaraki wasn't really liking the scene, nor the situation. The boy before him had been beaten to near death and if Makoto hadn't rescued him when she had, he would have died and his bully would have become a murderer at this young age. He had serious burns on his arms and chest, and some parts of his shirt were singed, and so was half his face. His back had sprained and a few ribs were broken.

He got up to fetch the aspirin as she had ordered, his hands automatically going up to scratch his neck in frustration. He desperately wanted to destroy something, someone but he couldn't get out of the house without Makoto and she was currently invested in caring for one Izuku Midoriya. The feeling of things crumbling beneath his touch tended to make the irrtating feeling go away temporarily. And when it returned, he repeated it again, Sensei had said that it was the best thing to do for him. He just clammed up the guilt of murder and destruction in himself, the sick feeling making him throw up at times or just rob him off sleep when the voices in his head refused to shut up. The itch only intensified the more he scratched, his nails drawing blood which began dripping down his neck and onto his shirt. Well, good thing that he had been wearing a black one.

Taking the bottle from the kitchen of the run-down apartment, he began making his way back to them. He remembered how Makoto had appeared screaming about something needing immediate surgery and the Doctor had rushed out with a, "What did Tomura get himself into now?"

He really wished that they would have more faith in him.

He paused outside the door, bottle in hand just as he heard Makoto speaking softly.

"So, would you like a Quirk?"