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Sure, Izuku was prepared to have a lot of hardships and battles in his life as a pro hero, but nothing prepared him for this.
It wasn’t really facing an enemy with a peculiar unknown quirk, or getting badly injured, let alone a building falling onto you.
All that was just a typical Thursday for a Pro hero.
No, it was the experience that followed after his vision blacked out, distant sounds of familiar voices calling out to him slowly fading into the background.
First, everything was dark.
Then, he could see things in the surrounding abyss.
Shadows, whispers of memories here and there.
The green haired hero knew by now what it was, he’d seen this before.
However, this time it felt different, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it, what caused it.
A voice was calling out to him again, and Izuku attempts to turn around in the darkness, but as usual, he couldn’t move. He tried to make out what the voice was saying, but couldn’t hear the words. Whoever the person was though, they sounded concerned. Of course they would, he was likely still slumped in a pile of broken bones in the rubble, or bandaged up in a hospital bed.
It was hard to say which, as his body felt numb, there was no pain, nothing.
Then, there was a presence, walking towards him.
Izuku couldn’t quite make out their face, but it didn’t matter.
He recognized the aura surrounding the pale form.
It was the first. The original holder of OFA. He still didn't know his name, so he just called him "First."
The pale figure reaches a hand out for Midoriya, a faint, quiet voice breaking the silence. He couldn’t exactly hear those words, but knew they were that of reassurance. Izuku manages to move his hand and grasp onto the pale limb held out to him.
The First smiles at him, and a tiny part of Izuku wonders.
He’s always wondered it, honestly.
The First looked kind of like.....
Beeping sounds, all around him.
He was clearly in a hospital, which was a good sign, it meant he at least wasn't dead yet.
His muscles were sore, and there was a dull ache throbbing all across his body. Not too surprising given what he likely went trough. The green haired hero’s mind was still fuzzy, but he was pretty sure a building fell on him. It was the third time this month too, his poor mother would likely suffer another figurative heart-attack. He had to be shaving years off of her life, and it made Midoriya feel bad, even though he knew this couldn’t be avoided.
A sound nearby him alerted the young hero, and he attempts to move, or at least open his eyes.
Ugh, his head hurt so bad.
”...Deku can you hear me?....Izuku?”
That voice, it sounded like Uraraka. Her tone was shaky, almost like she was on the verge of tears. Midoriya wouldn’t blame her honestly.
”....think he’s awake?”
Another voice, it sounded kind of like...Kirishima?
Why was Kirishima here?
He was pretty certain Kirishima wasn’t part of their team during this mission; he worked for Kacchan's agency after all, and they hadn't requested aid from them this time around..... Then again, even after graduating, their class had kept in touch, and the redhead especially liked to keep in touch with everyone. So, he likely had hurried there after hearing what had happened.
”....get Katsuki, you call All Might.”
Kacchan?
Why would.... Midoriya’s mind was in a state of confusion for a moment; he could understand Kirishima’s presence, but why would Kacchan be there? Sure, their relationship had improved somewhat, but the explosive hero was still very prone at exploding in his face.
Literally.
There was some more chattering, a third voice joining in the conversation - based on the somewhat monotone delivery, it was likely Todoroki, or sho-chan as he'd taken on calling his partner in private. Midoriya couldn’t make out words since he spoke so quietly, but there was a hint of relief in his tone.
Trying again, Midoriya attempts to move, managing to lift a finger.
A gasp was heard from beside his bed, and soon he could feel someone lean closer. This time it was the fire-and-ice hero, and his voice sounded a bit frantic.
”Midoriya? Can you hear me?”
Midoriya? Huh, that was weird, nowadays Sho-chan preferred to call him by his first name, especially if he was concerned.
The green haired hero still called him Todoroki in public out of habit; he left the more endearing names in private as he still felt a little embarrassed about doing it in front of people. Not that Shoto minded too much honestly; he would let Midoriya call him anything he liked as long as the bright smile was accompanying it when izuku called for him.
”I don’t think he can respond.”
Uraraka’s voice speaks out next to him, and Izuku attempts to open his eyes, managing to crack his eyelids for a bit. His surroundings were so bright he had to close his eyes instantly as the light hurt. He could feel one of the figured shift and moments later the light dimmed in the room, making it a bit easier for him to try and open his eyes. At first, all was a blur, but soon he spotted the familiar faces of Sho-chan and Uraraka looking down at him with worry.
Well, the girl was clearly concerned, Sho-chan had always been harder to read.
”Oh, thank whatever gods, you’e awake!”
Uraraka manages to smile despite her tears, quickly wiping them off her face. The greenery head attempts to smile, but soon realizes he was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, barely able to move his face. He could talk, but emoting wasn't easy.
”Try not to force yourself to move too hard for once Midoriya, your injuries are pretty bad.”
If he could’ve, Izuku would have rubbed his head sheepishly for he knew he wasn’t exactly the best at resting and staying put in a hospital. Then, as he blinked, Midoriya suddenly felt something was off. He examines the two looking at him confused, trying to determine what it was.
They looked strange....
A loud noise interrupts his thoughts, and the two jump back and look up at the door, finding panting, furious Bakugou standing on the doorway. He looked like he’d ran to the hospital the second Kirishima had called him and informed Bakugou about Midoriya waking up.
”Deku, what the hell you bastard?!”
He couldn’t help it; even after all these years, hearing that anger directed at him caused him to flinch and freeze. Izuku eventually manages to turn his head and blurry vision towards the angry figure on the doorway. Maybe he’d never learn away from this reflex, maybe it was still too early say.
”K-Kacchan...”
The blond says nothing, just marches towards his bed with a pissed off look on his face.
More pissed off than usual that is.
”Bakugou, let him rest.”
Todoroki informs the fuming blond sternly, but Bakugou ignores him as usual, soon towering above Izuku’s bed, his angry glare nailing the patient onto his spot. It wasn’t like izuku had been able to move anyway, but now it definitely felt like he was frozen in place.
”What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Bakugou growls at him, leaning against over the fear-paralyzed injured figure, until he was face to face with wide eyed Midoriya.
So the building didn’t kill him, but angry Kacchan might.
Well maybe not kill, but still.
”K-Kacchan, I...”
An angry growl silences him, and for a moment the ashy blonde just glares at him with the intensity of thousand suns. Despite his fear, part of Midoriya noted there was something off about Kacchan as well...
Suddenly, the blond’s expression twists, and the next second, strong arms reach for him - making Izuku say mental goodbyes to everyone he ever loved - only for them to wrap around him in a firm hug. For a moment he just stares at the opposite wall, not knowing how to react at all.
Kacchan was holding him firmly, his body shaky.
Sure, their relationship had gotten better after becoming pros, but...
”K-kacchan?”
”Shut up you damn nerd!”
The blond mumbles against his shoulder, tightening the hug to a point he couldn’t breathe.
”Katsuki, let him go, that gotta hurt with him being wrapped up like a mummy.”
Kirshima’s soft voice from beside them warns the blond, and after a moment he is let go and made to lie back down almost gently, before Bakugo wipes his eyes and curses under his breath.
Izuku just stares at him, trying to process what just happened.
”What?”
The angry snarl makes him avert his gaze quickly, cheeks flushing.
Kacchan had hugged him, actually hugged.
He hadn’t done that since they were kids!
.........Had it been that bad? His injuries?
”He still must be exhausted, we should let him rest some more.”
Todoroki comments after a moment of silence, and they seem to agree as Kirishima begins to lead the still frazzled Bakugou away from the room. Despite his confused, blurry state, it didn’t escape Midoriya’s attention how his childhood friend kept glancing at him with a deep, openly concerned frown.
It was...weird, but also heartwarming. Though it was also a bit scary; just how bad were his injuries to have Kacchan put aside his strange hatred for him?
”We’ll come back later, Izuku, rest up!” Uraraka tells him and the injured hero manages to nod, then watches the two leave the room as well, closing the door behind them carefully.
He still couldn’t stop but think there was something off about them.
”...fractures are healing, but he’s likely suffering from some form of concussion. There might be some memory issues for a short while. He should make a full recovery though.”
Ah, that voice, it was recovery girl; they’d likely brought her in to help with the healing process. She was talking to someone sitting beside his bed, and a hand was squeezing his. Moments later, familiar voice spoke, sounding very quiet like the man was exhausted. Exhausted and like the weight of the world had been lifted off from him.
”That is good to hear.”
All might.
All might was sitting beside his bed, holding his hand like a doting dad. Of course, he should’ve known he’d come and see him the second he’d heard what had happened. It warmed Izuku’s heart, though it also felt a little embarrassing, and he also felt guilty for worrying his father figure again.
”He got lucky; had your son not done what he did, the injuries could be worse.”
Recovery Girl pauses and sighs.
”Even if his actions too, were reckless and caused severe damage.”
...son?
What? All might has a son?
other than him?
How come he never mentioned that?
Had he adopted without Midoriya knowing?
Even if he had, why wouldn’t All Might have told him about it?
……Just how long had he been out cold exactly?
”Yes….I must admit I feel like my life was shortened by several years after this ordeal. I’m just glad they're both okay."
All might sighs with relief, and Midoriya could hear the smile in his tone. The hand holding his squeezed, and Izuku wanted to squeeze back but couldn’t. He was still too tired.
”I heard his friends came to see him earlier while he was awake.”
All might then comments, phrasing it almost like a question. Recovery Girl chuckles a bit at that.
”Surely if he’d been sleeping, an angry concerned Bakugou Katsuki must’ve forced him awake.”
”Ah yes, I was...concerned. That boy has a temper.”
”Sure he does, but I think you know he would never actually hurt Midoriya; he cares about this green troublemaker too much.”
Izuku kind of wanted to dispute that, like a lot, but it was a nice sentiment.
His mind began to slip back into darkness and the voices became distant again.
Going in and out of consciousness was never fun, namely because pro heroes like him tended to suffer from nightmares. He was no exception for there were a lot. Back from his schooldays, such as Kacchan’s kidnapping, to more recent events. Some were twisted hellish fantasies instead of actual occurrences, but they were no less unsettling. Forcing himself out of another unpleasant dream, Midoriya became aware of his surroundings again.
It was quiet, indicating he was alone in the room.
Or, at least so he thought initially.
After a moment, his ears picked up a strange beeping sound that didn’t come from his heart monitor.
It sounded a bit like...a game?
A phone game maybe.
As he shifted a bit the sound stops, and moments later quiet footsteps pace towards his bed, a shadow appearing beside him. Midoriya was still too deep into dreamland to open his eyes, so he tried to pick up on other clues who it might be. It wasn’t All Might, he knew the aura the man held so innately by now, and he’d likely said something already.
There was no chatter, indicating the person was alone.
He couldn’t really imagine any of his friends sitting there alone, playing some game on the phone while watching over him.
Well, Sho-chan would come and sit beside him silently, but Midoriya was certain this wasn’t him either.
Sho-chan didn’t play games, and he would’ve not sat that far away from him.
He felt something brush against his forehead, pushing few loose curls of green hair aside. The gesture was weirdly delicate, not even Sho-chan did that, or his mum. Sure they’d be more careful with touches when he was injured, but this felt a bit extensive.
There was a sigh and a grumble, but he couldn’t make out the words nor recognize the voice talking.
After a moment, the presence walks away, sitting back on the chair they’d been in. The sounds of a game fill the air again.
Waking up the fourth time was easier.
He could move and open his eyes properly, and his head no longer ached like a spike was pressed trough it. Midoriya looks at his arms, noting they were bound in bandages; at least it wasn't so bad that he required slings as well.
Suddenly, a sound catches his attention; it was different from the game beeping noises from before.
He sits up slowly to look around, soon spotting the source of the sounds eventually; a figure was curled up onto the visitor chair, legs pulled against their body. They were wearing an over sized white cat hoodie with ears sewn on to the hood.
The person was somewhat turned away from the green haired patient, but was seemingly watching something from their phone while drinking something. It was the slurping sound that had caught his attention; whoever they were, they didn't have the best table manners apparently. Also who drank a slushie in a hospital room?
Izuku frowns, trying to recognize the person.
Cat hoodie?
Sure, Sho-chan liked cats but the person was too skinny to be him.
Plus he’d never seen that particular hoodie before.
As if sensing the gaze on them, the figure stop slurping his drink and slowly uncurls themselves to look at Midoriya.
The blood froze in his veins almost instantly as their eyes met.
No, this wasn’t possible.
He was...
he was...
The blood red eyes stare at him from behind the light blue bangs, and for a moment neither of the two spoke.
The straw was still in his mouth though, and moments later, the ghostly figure slurps his drink again from the straw with a loud sound, somewhat breaking the terrifying atmosphere in the room by how awkward the pink sludge in his plastic cup looked, let alone the childish sound he was making.
It was Shigaraki.
Shigaraki Tomura was sitting in his hospital room, casually drinking down a slushie while playing a game on his phone.
Midoriya opens his mouth, but no sounds came out.
Did anyone know he was there?
Why was the villain in here anyway??
Why was he still alive?
The red eyes blink, and the straw slips out from between the cracked lips, as he speaks finally.
”You look like shit.”
