β€ ( CHAPTER 029 ! )
" a day to remember "
IT SURLY WAS A DAY TO REMEBER. The smell of smoke engulfed Shousuke lung as he found it hard to breath, His heart pounded in his chest, and his breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps. The sight of his house.
His legs felt weaker then they did before, and the ground seemed to tilt beneath him. The chaotic noise of crackling flames and distressed voices grew distant, replaced by a deafening roar in his ears.
The frantic sounds of the crowd, the desperate shouts for helpβit all merged into a dizzying blur.
Suddenly, Shousuke's vision began to narrow, the edges of his sight darkening. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. His chest tightened painfully, as though a heavy weight was pressing down on him.
"Shousuke?" Shoto's voice cut through the haze of panic, but it sounded distant and muffled.
Shousuke tried to respond, but his throat was tight, and no words came out. His breaths grew more erratic, each inhale sharp and gasping.
He felt the familiar signs of a panic attack setting inβhis surroundings spinning, his heart racing, and an almost paralyzing sense of fear.
His vision blurred, and he stumbled, his legs buckling beneath him. The flames, the smoke, the cries of the onlookersβthey all seemed to close in on him. Desperate to escape the suffocating anxiety, Shousuke sank to the ground, his hands clutching at his head as if trying to hold himself together.
"Shousuke, stay with me!" Shoto's voice was louder now, filled with concern. He reached out, grabbing Shousuke's shoulders.
The contact snapped Shousuke back to some semblance of reality. He looked up at Shoto, his eyes wide and filled with fear. The panic was still there, but Shoto's presence provided a small anchor amidst the chaos.
Shoto, despite his own pain, knelt beside Shousuke, trying to steady his friend. "Breathe, Shousuke. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Focus on me."
Shousuke's breaths were ragged, but he made an effort to follow Shoto's instructions. Slowly, the panic began to recede, though the fear and disorientation lingered. He leaned heavily on Shoto, who helped him sit up, offering as much support as he could.
Shousuke's breathing had steadied, but the pain and shock of seeing his home destroyed were still raw. He felt a deep urge to save something, anything, from the fire. Ignoring Shoto's worried protests, Shousuke's resolve hardened.
Without a word, Shousuke's eyes narrowed with resolve. The fire had consumed his home, but there was a flicker of hopeβno fear as he though about his mum that was in the house all day long. He pushed himself away from Shoto, who tried to hold him back.
"Shousuke, don't!" Shoto's voice was filled with desperation and concern. "It's too dangerous!"
"Stop! It's too dangerous!"
"Don't go in there!"
"You'll get yourself killed!"
His movements were frantic but purposeful. He ducked under falling debris, weaving through the blazing inferno with an agility that seemed almost unnatural given his condition.
The smoke was suffocating, and every breath felt like inhaling molten lead. His vision was obscured, the world around him a swirl of flames and darkness.
As Shousuke raced through the burning house, his mind was a whirlwind of fear and desperation. He shouted for his mother, his voice barely audible over the roar of the flames and the thick smoke that choked the air.
Every step felt like it was dragging him deeper into the nightmare, but he pressed on, driven by a desperate need to find her.
He reached the stairs, stumbling up them with a painful urgency. His legs were heavy, and each step felt like a mile, but he forced himself to keep moving.
As he reached the top floor and burst into his parents' room, the sight that met him was horrific.
A charred, lifeless body lay on the floor, its hand outstretched as if reaching for somethingβor someone. The sight was so shocking that Shousuke felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under him.
He stood there, frozen, staring at the body. The room seemed to spin around him.
Just then, Shoto, who had followed him into the house, appeared behind him. Shoto's eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene. Without hesitation, he tried to pull Shousuke away from the body, but his own horror kept him momentarily rooted in place.
"Shousuke, we need to get out!" Shoto shouted, his voice urgent and filled with concern. But Shousuke didn't move.
The fire continued to rage around them, and the heat was almost unbearable. Shoto's heart raced as he looked at his friend, his protective instincts kicking in.
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind roared through the room, as if summoned by some unseen force. The wind was so strong it extinguished the flames, leaving the room eerily quiet.
The smoke cleared, and Shoto could finally see Shousuke's face. It was a mix of raw hurt and fierce anger, emotions Shoto had never seen from the usually calm and composed boy.
Shousuke's fists were clenched tightly around a piece of paper that had somehow escaped the fire. His hands trembled as he unfolded it. The note was scorched but still legible. It read:
"You have something I want. Too bad it had to end up like this." - Nightmare
The distant sounds of sirens and the murmurs of the crowd outside were faint and surreal. The chaos of the fire had given way to a somber quiet, broken only by the crackling of remaining embers.
Shousuke's eyes remained fixed on the note, his mind racing as he tried to piece together its meaning. His eyes then slowly drifted from it to the corpse and kicked it.
Shoto watched in surprised as he 'bounced' back like it was rubbing. "As I though..." Shousuke then reached out for the hot 'corpse' and slowly started to pull it apar.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Shoto questioned
"... It's a doll." Shousuke responded.
AS THE SMOKE FROM THE FAIR CLEARED. Some rescue heroes had made it too the scene and tired to evacuate any surrounding be-standers from the area.
At the time Shousuke and Shoto had already left the now disheveled house. Shousuke used his telekinesis despite the throbbing pain from his injuries and the lingering panic, to search for Shuuko
It took some time, but he managed to sense her presence. Relief flooded over him when he realized she was in the hospital.
Shoto, who had been supporting him through the ordeal, watched Shousuke with concern and admiration. They hurried to the hospital, navigating through the chaos and emergency personnel. The streets were filled with the sounds of sirens and people, but Shousuke's focus was clear.
When they arrived at the hospital, the atmosphere was tense but organized. Shousuke approached the reception, asking for information about Shuuko . The staff guided him to her room. The hospital was bustling, but Shousuke's attention was solely on finding Shuuko .
He entered her room and saw her lying in bed, connected to various machines. Her face was pale, but she was alive. Shousuke's heart ached with a mixture of relief and fear. He quietly pulled up a chair and sat beside her. His injuries throbbed, but his focus was on her.
He gently took her hand, sitting in silence. The room was filled with the soft sounds of medical equipment and distant conversations. Shousuke didn't need to say anything. His presence alone was a promise of support and love.
Shoto stood by the door, respecting Shousuke's need for silence. He understood the importance of this moment and offered his quiet support.
As Shousuke entered the room, Shuuko stirred and slowly opened her eyes. The room was bathed in a soft, sterile light, and the beeping of the machines created a steady, rhythmic sound. She looked up and saw her son sitting beside her, his face a mixture of exhaustion and relief.
"How did you find me?" she asked, her voice weak but filled with curiosity. Shousuke didn't answer. Instead, he gently placed his head on the edge of her bed, closing his eyes as he took in the comforting presence of Shuuko . His body shook slightly, overwhelmed by the events of the day.
Shuuko noticed the tension in his posture and the way his shoulders trembled. She reached out and touched his hand gently. "Shousuke, calm down," she said softly. "You're safe now. We're safe."
Shousuke's grip on her hand tightened. His anger and frustration were barely contained, but he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He had seen so much destruction, and the sight of her in the hospital bed had pushed him to the edge.
Shuuko sensed the storm of emotions within him. "I know you're upset," she continued, her voice soothing. "But you have to stay calm. We need to stay strong, together."
Shousuke's eyes opened slowly, and he looked at Shuuko . There was a deep sadness in his gaze, mixed with a burning anger that he couldn't fully express.
"I'm here," Shuuko said, trying to offer comfort despite her own weakened state. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together."
Shousuke nodded, though his expression remained troubled. He wanted to ask her so many things, to understand why this had happened, but words felt inadequate.
Shoto, standing nearby, watched the exchange with a sympathetic heart. He knew that Shousuke's emotions were raw and that this moment was crucial for his friend. He remained quietly in the background, ready to offer support but understanding the need for this intimate moment between mother and son.
As Shuuko continued to speak softly, trying to soothe her son, Shousuke began to relax slightly. The presence of Shuuko , despite the circumstances, provided a small measure of peace. The anger that had been burning within him was slowly being replaced by a sense of resolve. He knew he had to stay strong, not just for himself but for his mother as well.
The room fell into a quiet, reflective calm, with Shousuke still holding Shuuko's hand, finding solace in her words and presence. The challenges ahead were daunting, but in this moment, he allowed himself to find comfort in the simple act of being together.
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Out side the room, a man to seem to need a desperate amount out sleep came barging into the hospitals and sweety as he has the front desk were a certain room was.
He made his way through the busy corridors, his eyes scanning for any sign of Shousuke or Shoto. When he spotted Shoto standing outside the door to Shousuke's mother's room, he approached with a concerned look.
"Shoto," Aizawa called softly, trying to get his attention. "What happened?"
Shoto turned to face him, his expression weary. "It was a fire. Shousuke's house... it was destroyed. His mother was inside, but it turned out to be a dummy. We managed to find her in but she's in critical conidiation."
Aizawa's eyes widened with concern. "I see. You should head home now, Shoto. You've done more than enough for today. Rest and take care of yourself."
Shoto hesitated, looking back at the door to Shousuke's mother's room. "Are you sure? I can stayβ"
"Go home," Aizawa insisted gently. "I'll handle things from here. You need to rest."
Shoto nodded, understanding the importance of Aizawa's words. With one last glance at Shousuke's mother's room, he turned and left the hospital, his thoughts heavy with worry for his friend.
Inside the room, Shuuko greeted Aizawa with a tired but genuine smile. "Thank you for coming," she said warmly, her voice still soft despite her recent ordeal. "I'm glad you're here."
Aizawa nodded. "Of course. Let's talk."
He turned to Shousuke, who was still seated beside Shuuko , his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "Shousuke, would you mind giving us a moment alone?"
Shousuke looked up, sensing the gravity in Aizawa's tone. With a silent nod, he stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall in the hallway, his mind racing with thoughts of the fire, the mysterious note, and Shuuko condition.
Inside the room, Aizawa took a seat next to his sister. "How are you feeling?" he asked gently.
"I'm managing," she replied, her voice steady. "But I'm very worried about what happened. The fire... it felt like it wasn't just an accident. I have this unsettling feeling that someone might be targeting us, or even Shousuke."
Aizawa listened carefully, nodding in understanding. "I understand your concern. We'll do everything we can to ensure your safety. But for now, I need to ask you something important. Can you tell me more about what you think might be happening?"
Shuuko took a deep breath, her smile never wavering despite her worry. "I don't have all the answers, but I know there's more to this. I've been feeling like something's been off for a while. I know Shousuke is in danger, and I'm afraid for him."
Aizawa's expression softened as he listened. "I see. And what would you like me to do?"
Her eyes met his, filled with earnest desperation. "I'd like you to take Shousuke in, if you can. He needs protection, and I trust you to keep him safe. I know it's a lot to ask, but... I just want him to be safe."
Aizawa nodded thoughtfully. "I understand. I'll make sure Shousuke gets the protection he needs. And we'll look into this matter further to figure out what's really going on."
Shuuko gave a grateful smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and hope. "Thank you, Aizawa. I appreciate everything you're doing for us."
Aizawa stood up and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this together. For now, try to rest and focus on getting better."
As Aizawa left the room to find Shousuke, Shousuke was still leaning against the wall, lost in his thoughts. Aizawa approached him, a serious expression on his face. "Shousuke, we need to talk. Your mother's concerned, and I've agreed to help."
Shousuke looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "What do we need to do?"
"We need to ensure you're safe," Aizawa said firmly. "Your mother's worried that someone might be after you. We'll work together to figure out what's going on and make sure you're protected."
Shousuke nodded, his resolve firm despite the uncertainty of the situation. "Thank you, Uncle."
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