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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Apr 14, 2020 21:38:35 GMT -4
 You are not alone.
No one is alone.
Common colds were not usually cause for alarm, unless they developed into something worse. For those in the world today whose biologies did not lend to them being able to handle even the most mundane of diseases, though, even these small-scale sniffles could become much more complicated than what was expected. Hachi’s biology was an interesting case. She didn’t experience sickness the way normal humans did. Her biology was simply too alien to catch what she knew to be colds and flus and other nasty little illnesses that used to cycle through her classes as a child. She did, however, get sick with things that affected insects. Pesticides made her ill to the point that she’d need to stay home for a week. Many times doctors had no method to help her when she was injured simply because she didn’t have the same biology as a human.
It wasn’t pleasant feeling like an alien on your own planet. It was frightening knowing that there was a very real risk that someday she’d be too hurt to be saved, all because she wasn’t human enough for a doctor to put back together. But injuries and pesticides were not colds and flus. They didn’t spread from person to person just from touching the same doorknob, or touching one’s face when their hands weren’t clean.
She could feasibly predict when she was going to need medical aid. But as for those whose Quirks did leave them extremely susceptible to those little illnesses--and those whose Quirks blew them out of proportion--that just wasn’t the case. Hence why she had flown from her patrol route to the hospital, without a pause for thought, where one of her students was inside and suffering from such an illness.
Yamada Saito’s Quirk was...
...frightening, to put it kindly...
But nothing about it was more worrying to her than the toll it took on him, both physically and mentally. Anger was just a part of life, the same as colds and fevers, but his Quirk forced him to suppress a entirely natural emotion at the risk of seriously harming himself and others; and when he got sick, even just a little, his Quirk tried to handle it in such an extreme way that it nearly killed him twice in the two (now three) years that he had been to U.A. And she had no idea how many more times before then this had happened.
Enough that he believed that his mother, father--though she was sure he was no longer in the picture for one reason or another--and sister had seen enough of it. He’d worried them enough, he believed, too much for him to keep bringing them into this. He downplayed it. He joked about it. When he had been brought to the hospital yesterday evening she had fully expected him to stay out of the channel until he was better, but seeing him there and clearly still not put up a warning flag in her mind. She knew how frightening it was to almost die. She knew it very well. She didn’t know, admittedly, what it was like to go through that feeling every time one got sick, but she knew it wasn’t something that you just got over the next day.
But throughout the day his friends and loved ones had been there with him. Visiting hours ended some time ago, and now he was alone. Finally, without anybody to put up the act of good cheer with...it had dispersed.
And he admitted that he was hurting far, far worse than he was letting on. Hachi could empathize.
That was a terrifying thing to empathize with.
He’s a child. He’s not--he shouldn’t feel this way, he shouldn’t feel like he’s not worth the effort it takes to care about him. He shouldn’t be hiding how afraid he is or how hurt he is or how mad or sad or anything that he is for the sake of others.
His Quirk forces him to hide so much. It’s not fair.
It was surprisingly easy for her to get into the building, even if she had to do it in a manner that Mikhail Orlov had called “totally reasonable" when he lied through his teeth about being her husband just so that he could see her after the Tokyo 5 fiasco. She told them she was here to see her son and stared very, very openly at the poor receptionist who she knew began to think “Oh, they look nothing alike” before realizing...well...
Bee.
Nobody was going to tell her that he didn’t look like hers. Nobody had the guts to say that to her when she looked like this. Hah. That was almost funny in a very, very dark sort of way.
All the same she got up to see him, because she knew more than enough from her files to answer the brief questions they asked--
In all honesty, even if they had turned me down, I could have just flown through the window.
--and she was at the door to his room just like that. Yamada. She drew in a shaky breath. She did so very poorly when her students were hurt, or when her students were suffering. She hid it well, under an emotionless face and even voice.
Which was the opposite of what she was trying to get Saito to do himself, but hypocrisy and heroism apparently went hand in hand sometimes.
She pushed open the door with her claw, and was besides the bed before he could likely even blink.
“I made it. Five minutes, like I promised.”
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Post by Saito Yamada on Apr 14, 2020 23:27:56 GMT -4
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The baseline of an ECG monitor muted out the breath I took after that. I brought my hands up and crushed my forehead against the warm tablet screen. I didn’t want to read that. What I’d just written. That admission. That testimony. I felt like a child calling for his mother in the night. An infant thrashing in a cot. The tablet dropped back to my legs. She, Tsutsuji Hachi, responded, quick as a flash. Five minutes? Well, I’d brought her this far, no going back now. After a few seconds of staring, the tablet’s screen fell asleep and I was plunged into a false darkness. Blinds down. Lights off. Just him, the bed and the beeping. Weakly, I put the tablet down on the table beside me. And I made the mistake of looking. Hanging loosely around my wrist was one of those hospital bracelets. The sort doctors and nurses use to help figure out who you are in their never-ending sea of inmates and outmates. His was blue too. I touched it, being gentle though it ached just to lift my arms against the oppressive weight of gravity.[break][break]
A shape in the black, in the corner of the room tried to catch my attention. I ignored it as best I could. In my periphery, I saw something at my bedside. Someone. Wearing his shorts. Wearing his shoes. They rocked on his ankles, back and forth. I didn’t know how long I’d spent watching them before even bothering to listen to what they were saying. That’s okay though. He didn’t start speaking until he had my full attention.[break]
“What’re you doing here, Saito?” It echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of the room that tightened around my heart. “You shouldn’t skip school just to see me.” It was a delusion. A trick of the light. Some horrible prank. It wasn’t real.[break] “You already know how I’m doing, silly! I won’t just get better in a day!” My hands crawled over my ears. But the words rang loud and clear regardless. I wasn’t hearing this. “I’m dying!” his voice was cheerful and light. “I’m dying here, Saito! Why aren’t you getting that?” Cheerful and light. Like a child at his twelfth birthday party. “Why aren’t you helping me, Saito?” The ECG sounded like his laughter. [break]“Why are you just watching me die? Why are you just watching me? Why are you just sitting there? What are you doing? I’m already dead! You should be at schoo-”[break][break]
A fist, clenched tighter than death’s own grip, shot out into the air. Shot out at Hitoshi. Clawing open his chest and rousing him awake. Only when Saito’s eyes opened again did he notice how hard his heart was beating. His eyes burned and soft whimpers replaced his frantic breaths. How long had he been sleeping? Try as he might, he couldn’t not hear his mother's voice sobbing at the back of his head. Even as he cracked the bed’s headboard to shut it up. Saito scooped his legs into his arms, bringing his knees up and crushing his forehead against them. Like he did as a boy. Yamada Saito could not cry. It was not possible. A blessing, sometimes. He wished he could cry now.[break][break]
Suddenly, light cascaded into the room. A tongue-in-cheek reminder of the world around him; and the way it kept spinning regardless of how still and frozen your heart was. A dry gulp brought him around. Trying to scavenge himself, his legs flattened on the bed and his arms crossed. A thread of irony stitched back his lips into some perverse facsimile of a smile.[break][break]
“I made it. Five minutes, like I promised.” His reaction was slow, his eyes gliding to look up at Hachi who swept in like a warm breeze. Her bright yellows were almost too bright.[break]
“. . . Sorry to make you rush, Bee-sensei.” was all he could manage.[break][break]
Hachi would notice, immediately, just how faint Saito was. Not in terms of being light-headed, no. Saito had the uncanny ability to take up any room he sat within with a larger-than-life presence but here, now, in the bed before her, he was a tiny candle adrift on the ocean. “Not much fun to be had here, ya know? Just being stuck in a room… No one to talk to… No one to… remind you that you’re there… I hate ‘em...” Saito chuckled, though the music was gone. The spiteful edge. The thumbtack sharp wit. Dulled. Empty. “Hospitals are such…” He clenched his fist, noticing the red flow across the back. Spiteful edges of glass dug deep into his knuckles. Then he saw, to his right, the fist-sized ripple of cracks in the glass of the ECG monitor. And the way it no longer beeped.[break][break]
“Oh...” His voice was a whisper and, try as he did, Saito could barely hold himself together. His whole body trembled hard as his eyes returned to Hachi, laughing weakly through quivering lips, every sign but tears showing how just terrified he was. “I-I hope those aren’t ex-expens-sive…”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Apr 15, 2020 8:13:24 GMT -4
You are not alone.
No one is alone.
He looked bad.
That was unfair to think, given his current state, but there really was no other way to describe it. The awful flush over his skin, the weakness of his voice, the general lack of himself even when he was right here in front of her, speaking and laughing, like normal. It was enough that Hachi felt like she needed a moment to process things. To come up with how she would be able to handle this. But she had no such luxury here.
Instead in the still dark room she touched his bed, feeling for limbs, and when she didn't find them she took a seat. The shape of her body didn't lend itself well to hospital chairs. She should have told him that the doctors and nurses had a lot of patients to attend to, and he was also supposed to be resting. But that was cold, calculated logic, and not what she wanted to say--nor what he needed to hear. "I'm sorry that you've been by yourself this whole time." Even if Hye-Rin Kang and Fujioka Charlotte had been here earlier, it may as well have been hours ago for him in this space. Although her face did not turn from his her eyes followed where his went, red compound eyes not giving a sign that she was. That didn't look--
--oh God.
Hachi's claws moved to take Saito's hands without a thought, checking for cuts, for shards of glass. The lighting was poor for it and she did not have the best vision--which, given the size of her eyes, one might expect her to have. He was bleeding. The screens on these monitors weren't meant to shatter like window panes might, they were meant to crumple. But Saito was stronger still. Had he not even realized he'd done it? Had it been while tossing and turning from fever? Or had it been something else? A nightmare?
I should call the doctor in. Now.
Her claws held his hands as her eyes searched his face. Her eyes burned looking at him. That wasn't him. That wasn't her student. It had been, and it would be, but...
Once again her hands moved before her mind could catch up with it; instinct was one of a hero's best attributes, the ability to move without thinking to help somebody else could be the only difference between a citizen's life or loss of it. The same was true right now.
In this case, though, her long, inhumanly thin arms slid around Saito's shoulders, and hugged him to her chest, the costume around her body cold as the early spring air she had rushed through to reach him. She could feel his heat through it all the same but couldn't tell if it was from fever or just his normal, abnormally high body temperature. She hoped, after a moment, that the coolness of her clothes would feel pleasant to him and not be a shock to his system. Hachi's claws went slowly down his back and up again in soft, gentle rubs.
"You don't need to worry about that. You don't. The only thing you need to worry about is recovering. Not the machines or what the rest of the world thinks of you--none of that is what m-matters..." Hachi's even voice shook, and her eyes continued to burn, but much like the student she was holding in her arms, Hachi could not cry. Her biology simply did not allow her to.
She always wondered what it felt like. Maybe to some degree her body tried to cry, but couldn't. Maybe the burning behind her eyes was what it felt like, and it just couldn't find the release that tears might bring to it.
Or maybe it felt like something she would never feel.
The tip of her admittedly pointed face rested against his head, her body no longer sitting but rather in a strange kneel that kept none of her body-weight on Saito while still allowing her to hold him like this. "What matters is you're alive, Yamada-kun. I'm so happy that you're alive. I can't express with words how happy I am, just that you're alive. I can't lie and tell you everything will be fine, but while I'm here--and I will always be here--you don't need to be strong, and you don't have to be scared. I'm here now. And I'm so happy you are, too."
He would not die from a cut. He needed this, first.
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Post by Saito Yamada on Apr 28, 2020 18:09:47 GMT -4
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The sprinkling of pain poked through Saito’s hazy mind when Hachi took his hand. He didn’t even hear what she’d said, the anxious heave of his chest deafening him. His eyes met hers. Bloodshot blues meeting harsh, compact, compound red. A flush of anger came upon him, naturally following up a shameful display. It rattled beneath his skin, cackling - crackling dry flesh as if trying its luck on breaking through. His lip quivered and he wanted to bite down on it. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to just let it loose for once. Maybe then it’d stop gnawing at him. The disgrace. The guilt. The anger. Maybe finally he could just- [break][break]
Hachi’s embrace surprised him. It made his raw body ache a bit. Her arms, like toothpicks he used to say, curled around and dragged him forward. With all the grace and gentle promise that only those who care are capable of. As Saito’s cheek laid on her chest, her costume soothingly cool and smooth against irritated skin, he let out a small breath and closed his aching eyes. For how long has he stopped breathing? It was so hard to grasp what was going on since he woke up the first time those few days ago. Claws he’d seen shred paper to ribbons ran along discoloured, blotchy skin where his hospital gown ended. It didn’t hurt, but probably should’ve.[break][break]
When Hachi spoke, all Saito could do was listen. He found her words, touched them in his mind, twisted them and molded them, looking unconsciously for something to prove a point. A point he’d been struggling to disprove lately. When there was a tremble in Bee-sensei’s voice, it was like an earthquake. Never, not once in his few years of knowing her, had she ever done such a thing. Something pointy touched his head. Her chin? Her voice came out closer, so it must’ve been. And what she said was a tsunami to follow the quake. From the first sentence, Saito inhaled sharply. Alive. He was alive, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he? Against all the odds again. Flipping the single-sided coin and still coming out the winner. And she was happy? Happy that he was alive. Behind pallid eyelids, his eyes darted around. No, he was awake. No dream could be so sappily positive. As Hachi continued, Saito slowly, weakly, brought his arms around her upper body. It wasn’t easy, the bones creaked like old, rotten rope and the muscles burned painfully. But as she finished, he was holding her. And his eyes were open. And he was shaking.[break][break]
Her words were unique to him. No one had ever told Saito they were happy he was alive. That they were glad he was just here. Obviously, his friends were relieved he was okay. Hye-Rin told him often enough she loved him - and he truly believed it. Happy he was alive? Not once. I suppose no one thought it necessary - like the thought was just expected or acknowledged all the time. Here though, tonight, with Hitoshi’s shadow beside his bed, Saito couldn’t help but question it. The validity of life.[break][break]
Saito hugged Tsutsuji Hachi for a few minutes, wordlessly clinging to her. It was like he was afraid of her disappearing in a puff of smoke. It was no secret to him; how transient life could be when chained to something cancerous. So he took in these moments. He let his defenses falter - the vulnerable parts of him. The cocked gun could sit tonight out. “Sorry…” he finally muttered, inhaling. Exhale. Open the palm of each fist, slowly now. Breathe. The mantra helped for more than getting pissed off, it seemed. How snazzy.[break][break]
Eventually, he pulled away. With a groan, the boy settled back in his bed, sitting up with his head against the dented surface of the headboard. Refreshed! Revitalised. Exhausted… Saito decided to say something to the kind woman who had to deal with his warmth for way too long. So of course the universe set up the sitcom punchline by opening the door again. Light hurt his eyes even more now but he restrained it to a wince. A nurse rushed in. “Is everything alright? The machine stopped responding!” His professional worry was familiar - sterile as the gloves he wore. From behind their mask, the nurse looked between the broken ECG and Saito. “What on earth happened here?” Their anger was apparent. Saito however, felt unusually fine. Smirking, with sardonic spite in his eyes, he held up his injured fist and responded.[break]
“I missed.”[break]
“Clearly!” He grumbled back, giving Hachi a terrible look. “Someone will need to pay for th-”[break]
“I get it!” His voice came out, louder than it had been in a long time. Not shouting. But there were shreds of the real thing beneath it. Saito. Though every wick he had left to burn was in ashes. His temper was a hair away from exploding. He was refreshed. Raw. And as always, he was angry. Always angry. [break]Behind that genial smile. [break]Always angry.[break][break]
“I goofed. You can fuck off now.” The nurse scoffed and left, notedly leaving Saito’s bleeding hand untreated. Someone would come up eventually. Couldn’t afford U.A trying to sue them for malpractice. A lump formed in his throat and Saito tried to swallow it down, banish the thing back to its cage behind his ribs. The room descended back to silence from an encounter Saito had snapped and ripped in half; he sighed again, shakily, and rubbed his forehead with his good hand. “Sorry. I guess that was pretty rude of me, huh?” He looked at Hachi. “I feel a lot better.” Not necessarily a lie. “You’re probably busy. You can go if you need to, I’ll be fine here now.”
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Post by Hachi Tsutsuji on Apr 28, 2020 22:38:13 GMT -4
You are not alone.
No one is alone.
She was perfectly still, even as her throat felt thick and her inhales shallow. Having a carapace rather than a chest to rise and fall helped with that but only so much. Hachi just went still when she was scared. And she was scared. Scared since she received a call from Mikhail that Saito had been brought to the hospital again. With how much danger his Quirk put him in when he got sick it would take less than the flu to kill him. While there was relief from some of that fear when he woke up, it didn't fade. And seeing him this weak brought it back.
Children. He's just a child. He shouldn't have to live like this. It isn't fair or just or anything. It isn't an illness, it cannot be cured--it shouldn't be cured, it's a part of him. But it hurts him so much, he suffers so...
Hachi felt Saito move slowly to raise his arms. Rather than force him to reach all the way up, she positioned herself better, hind legs tucked beneath her abdomen, putting herself closer to him. It was inappropriate for a teacher to embrace a student like this. Such a flagrant display of public affection, even when purely platonic, was strange to think about seeing with her own eyes. But she had never been good at displaying her feelings like a "normal" person. She wanted him to feel safe, and loved, and wanted. Words only went so far.
When he apologized she could have told him he had nothing to be sorry for, but if he felt like he did, then dismissing it would be the wrong step. "I don't know why you're apologizing, but I'll forgive you." His arms slunk away, and Hachi retracted herself enough to be looking at him again. She still kept her seat directly in front of him, boxing him in somewhat, but she didn't want to be farther than arm's reach at the moment.
The harsh ray of light from the hall made her turn her head. A nurse? Oh, good, she had been about to call a doctor to look at his--what was happening? Oh, the--
Hachi opened her mouth to speak, ready to respond to the half-spoken question about the machine, but Saito snapped out a response first. Hachi's mouth thinned into a line. Ah. No, she was right not to move away.
"It was. You're in a situation where a little rudeness is forgivable, but not all of it." Hachi's head turned again to look at her student. Was he ashamed of that? Or more that he'd caused it in the first place. Without saying even a word about his offer to let her go, Hachi began to open one of the two decently sized pouches on her belt, and withdrew a small metal tin. She placed it on the bed next to Saito's leg, then, looking around, saw that there was a bed-side lamp and clicked it without warning him. A brief punishment. It was all she would dare deal him at this moment. "I may not be a medical professional, but I've been teaching you all for three years now. I know enough to know how to remove the glass and to stop the bleeding."
Hachi positioned the lamp to shine on the center of the bed, in the area between them, and opened the box. It was a medical kit. Slightly more stocked than the standard classroom first-aid kit, and certainly more personalized, if the tiny vials of honey on the side were any indication. She drew out a pair of metal tweezers that had a small--but strong--magnifying lens attached to one of the tongs. She put a small zip-lock bag, empty and open, next to the box. "Please give me your hand. It will hurt more if you move too much." And still no response for him. She wasn't going anywhere.
"I don't like to sound like that kind of a person," she spoke carefully, emotions more guarded for a moment, "But I am going to find that nurse later to get his name. Late shift, difficult night; I can understand if he has a short temper, but he knows better than to respond like that. If I have had the sensitivity training I've had, and I'm not expected to do half of the inter-personal conversing that he is, then I know he has had more."
Hachi's small mouth curled upwards just so. "Then again, I'm still only as good as my training," her small mouth curled upwards just so, "I was ready to tell him to leave just as quickly. Just with...politer language."
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