After Mr. Aizawa and Shinsou left I changed into my uniform, grabbed my bag and walked back home. Once I got home my mother was passed out on the couch, the tv on. I close the door softly and head to my room. I chucked my backpack into a corner of my room. I went over to my bed and laid down and stared at the ceiling. I felt my eye lids get heavier and I eventually dozed off..

I felt a painful stinging on my cheek. I opened my eyes and was greeted by my mothers angry drunken expression. She suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me out of my bed and into the hallway. "O-ow! Mo-MOM! What did I d-do?!" She threw me onto the floor causing me to hit my head on it making me more disoriented. She started to kick me in the ribs continuously until she exhausted her self and suddenly stopped. I heard her footsteps retreat and I thought she was done so I slowly lifted myself up before she came back with one of our large kitchen knives. My eyes widened as I stepped back shakily, only to trip and fall down. She grabbed my hair and yanked it so I was forced to look at her. She had a sickening grin on her face as she drove it into my thigh.

                                                                  Shinsou pov

After we had left the infirmary we went back home to tell pops where we were going and he nodded and said(basically yelled) that he was going to order pizza. We left around 5 and we took dads car to Midoriya's house as we got closer to his house the streets became more shady. More graffiti littered the walls of buildings and there were more run downs buildings. I felt myself fidgeting with my hands as the car stopped. We got out and went inside the apartment building. "His apartment should be on the 3rd floor, number 304" I nodded as we climbed up the stairs(due to no elevator) and made it to the 3rd floor. We walked down the hall, hearing shouting in some of the other apartments. As we neared 304 we could hear blood curdling screams and pleading. my blood went cold as I realize it was coming from the apartment that we were looking for. Dad kicked down the door and I followed after him what I saw really pissed me off. A woman, who I assumed was Midoriya's mother, was standing over him wielding a bloody knife as he was sobbing on the floor with cuts and stab wounds all over his body. "Shinsou make sure Izuku is okay and call the police." My dad said without skipping a beat as he wrapped his scarf around the crazed woman. I ran over to Midoriya and pulled out my phone, calling the police for an ambulance. After that I hung up the phone and gathered him in my arms. He grasped onto my shirt with shaky hands. "S-shinsou?" He asked shakily and he grasped my shirt even tighter than before. "It's okay Midoriya she won't hurt you anymore, I promise. Just stay awake, can you do that for me?" He nodded and cried into my chest until the police and the ambulance came. I went with him in the ambulance and held his hand. I tex.ted dad and told him that I was with Midoriya. We got to the hospital and they whisked him away and made me wait in the waiting room. It was another hour before I spotted dad. He found me and walked over to me, sitting down across from my body. "Inko Midoriya was arrested for attempted murder, Hows Izuku?" Just then a doctor walk towards us. "Are you the one who brought in the boy with the stab wounds?" She asked. I stood up anxiously and nodded. "Is he okay?" I asked quickly. "Yes, his wounds weren't deadly but he did need a lot of stitches and should be released in a day or so. Would you like to see him?" I didn't even realize dad was behind me before he spoke."Yes please." She nodded and gestured us to follow her. We did and we came to a room that had a sleeping Izuku Midoriya. I quietly walked over to him and pulled a chair up by his bed. "Shinsou you should get some sleep, your probably emotionally and physically drained.""Can I sleep in here with Midoriya?" I asked. He contemplated it for a second but eventually nodded. He left eventually, saying that he had to inform Principal Nezu. I stared at the sleeping boy before me. He looked peaceful when he was sleeping and not anxiety-ridden when he's awake. I held onto his hand as the exhaustion hit me and dozed off.