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BRO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HOW ARE THESE TWO STILL ALIVE BUT TOGA, SHIGARAKI, AND POSSIBLY DABI ARE DEAD?! HORIKOSHI EXPLAINNNNN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Incorrect Quote #3
Half is generated by @scatterpatter
X: One censored word.
*Recovery Girl's helping Deku out after he gets injured, while the others are watching*
Denki: How’s Deku look?
Tokoyami: A little better than you, actually.
Denki: What do you mean, I didn’t get hurt?
Bakugou: He’s calling you ugly, dumbass!
Denki: Well at least I’m not Mineta!
| It Hurts | TodoBaku /DekuBaku |
TW: Self harm
Katsuki's bad habits start creeping back up again after Izuku leaves UA. Luckily, Shoto is here to lend a hand.
9:28pm, Thursday
Recovery Girl had an expected, yet, unwanted visitor.
Weakly stepping into her clinic was Class 1-A's homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa with a young boy named Katsuki by his side.
To say the boy was disheveled would be an understatement. Almost every inch of his skin was littered with cuts and scars, even some had burns of them from what looked like small, concentrated explosions. He looked like a child had covered him in deep red stickers.
The nurse let out a sigh of worry. She didn't need to say anything as a simple exchange of knowing nods from the teacher to her accomplished more than necessary. Mr. Aizawa carefully led his student to an all-so-familiar bed and sat on the chair next to him. They had been in here so many times the chair was already sitting there, morbidly waiting for their return.
Recovery Girl took Katsuki's hands and examined his wrists. The cuts were not as deep as before, but there were far more of them, implying a rapid, repetitive motion instead of deep, long, slow ones. She rolled up his pant leg which revealed a set of bruises littered all over each of them, no visible pattern, though it seemed similar to the ones he had when he "fell" down the stairs a couple times that one day.
Now for the part she was looking forward to the least. She couldn't bare it, the way her heart broke each time she did it. Slowly raising her head, the nurse met the boy eye-to-eye. Yet, his pupils weren't facing her. They were facing forward, but they weren't particularly looking at anything. Its like a vast hole had opened up and sucked out all the life from his eyes. Aside from that, there were cuts on his lips, bruises on his cheek, his nose was bleeding, and a deep gash had appeared under his eye. Yet his expression remained the same, empty, lifeless, stoic, despite the deep physical pain.
"As usual," the old woman started, trying her best to break the silence and replace it with something more...wholesome. Yet the news was going to be rather far from it. "The sheer amount of injuries will take a while to heal completely, which I'm guessing is what you want," she tried to meet the boy's gaze again, but he still stared into nothing. "Even with my Quirk I can only do so much. Anyway, I suggest you stay the night. There's nothing much I can do, but at least I can ensure you won't be alone, if that's okay with you." She turned to face Aizawa, whose head was in his hand as he slouched forwards in his chair. His long black hair was tied into a messy ponytail with a couple strands in the way of his face. He looked up from where he had leaned his weight on his hand to reply to her, letting her know he'd be okay with staying to watch over his student. With that she went to gather some tools she would need for the procedure. With her gone, Aizawa took the chance to speak.
"You said you weren't gonna do this anymore." He said.
"I know. Sorry." Came Katsuki's rarely monotone voice. He didn't even bother to look his teacher in the eye, not that he could anyway.
"You're worrying me, you know that? And if your friends and family knew they'd be worried sick as well, you do know that, right?"
"I know. Sorry." Katsuki repeated.
"You could've gotten seriously hurt."
"I know. Sorry."
"Hurting yourself won't bring him back."
"....".
Katsuki's lips moved as if he was about to say something, but after a second of thought he shut it again. He didn't answer him after that.
Recovery Girl activated her Quirk but as it could take a couple hours, she needed to cover the wounds to ensure that they wouldn't get infected during the wait. After that she left the clinic and went home, leaving a sleeping Aizawa next to a, to use a more accurate term, passed out Katsuki.
12:17am, Friday
Katsuki's eyes opened. The whole room was dark as the lights were off but he could still make out what it looked like. To his right was a curtain hiding away another bed. To his left, a bedside table, on it a phone, wallet, and set of keys, as well as a sleeping Aizawa sitting next to it. Seated upright, he took a look at his arm. The cuts that had just been made hours before were almost entirely healed. All that remained were thin red lines that stretched across his wrist. With his other hand he traced a finger on them in a perpendicular motion, feeling the ridges of the scars paint patterns on his sense of touch. Looking around he realized no one else was there, and that it was already past 12. With nothing better to do, but not without a rather unstable mental condition, he quietly got off the bed and snuck out of the room.
The halls of UA were darker than he expected. He reached out a hand and felt around the walls to know where he was going. Once he got to the stairs he heard a set of footsteps coming closer, forcing him to race up the steps in case it was Aizawa ready to give him another lecture. He didn't count how many steps or staircases he went up until he was face-to-face with a door. It was the only thing on that floor which proved he was on the school rooftop. He was about to climb back down when he noticed the door was slightly ajar, not locked like he had thought it was. Hesitantly he walked out and was met with the cool breeze of the early morning city. The cement was cold under his feet and the wind hit his skin like it knew something. He hadn't felt so tranquil in such a long time.
The breeze swept his messy, spiky hair out of the way, enabling him to get a clear view of the sky above him. He finally understood why the sky was always associated with heaven or with gods. What he saw was ethereal. The clouds were of a light blue and swayed across the canvas as little bright stars littered the deep blue ocean. The moon was nonexistant that night.
"Bakugou," came a voice.
Katsuki turned his head to meet his eyes with his classmate. Red and white strands of messy bedhead swayed around his face, grounded by his scalp. Shoto's eyes were wide in what wasn't exactly shock, but of something more tranquil. He had seen something far more beautiful than the ethereal night sky right then and there.
The boys were silent for a second.
"Hey." Katsuki greeted. He didn't know exactly what to say.
"I, uh..." Shoto started. "I heard that something happened to you, so I went to the clinic to check and, uh, you weren't there, so...." the awkwardness in his voice interrupted his speech.
They were quiet again. It was like the only sound in the world was of the wind howling in the distance.
Suddenly, a soft burst of laughter erupted from their mouths.
"What was that?" Katsuki asked, a hand loosely covering his awkward smile. "You sounded so nervous!"
"I dunno! It just happened!" Shoto laughed so hard he snorted, causing Katsuki to pause yet laugh some more. As soon as they quieted down, the two boys sat side by side on the floor with their eyes gazing up at the stars.
"I heard what happened." Shoto started. "What's been happening...Bakugou, I'm so-"
"Save it." Katsuki cut him off. Yet there was a slight lack of venom in his voice, as if he was genuinely upset but...not angry.
"I'm not here to hear some bullshit about how you care about me, and how you love me, and how you're there for me, I just..." He looked down in what seemed like...shame? Grief? Disappointment? "I just want you to stay. That's it. No talking necessary."
Silence. Then,
"We don't have to talk." Shoto spoke up.
"But to be fair, I don't like what he did either." Katsuki's eyes widened as he swiftly turned to look at Shoto.
"What?"
"He left. Instead of trusting in us that we would help him, he went off to deal with it on his own. He didn't think about or care what it would do to us, he was only thinking about himself." He said.
"It was stupid."
"Yeah, it was really stupid." Katsuki smirked and looked away.
"He shouldn't have done that."
"Yeah."
"I honestly don't know who's hurting from that decision more, him or you."
There was silence again.
"He doesn't deserve you, Bakugou." Shoto said, yet his eyes were focused on a cricket that had made its way to the rooftop in front of them.
"After everything you've been through together, he doesn't get to just leave. He doesn't get to do that to you."
Katsuki's eyes softened, and he looked away again, focusing instead on his criss-crossed legs.
"You don't have to say that."
"I want to."
"Okay."
"I think it's true."
"Yeah."
Katsuki looked up at the sky again. There they were, the light blue clouds, the shining distant stars, the deep blue ocean above and yet, this time, the moon was present. Rising and shining like it had been there all along. But for some reason, Katsuki only noticed it was there now.
Maybe it was there the whole time, and he didn't even realize it.
He leaned his head onto his friend's shoulder.
"I think it is, too."
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WOOO BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE FED YALL HUH
sorry if it isn't that good I'm tired and just wanted to get this idea out of my head
BKG BBY HE DOESNT DESERVE YOUUUUU
Recovery Girl: Deku, how did you break your skull AGAIN?!
Deku: We were fighting, and I said “One for All full cowling 20% plus ultra.”
Recovery Girl: And?
Deku: And then Endeavor-san said “EEEH MACARENA” and I laughed so hard I slammed into a building.
Recovery Girl: 🤦🏼♀️
Midoriya Izuku : I have bones!
Recovery Girl : *pouring vodka in her water bottle* And that became my problem
Mic: What happened?
Aizawa: You turned into a bird monster...again.
Mic: That would explain my headache, but...why does my mouth taste like roadkill!?
Aizawa: You might have eaten something or someone. Hopefully, it’s the former otherwise-
Mic: *starts to gag*
Recovery Girl: DON’T YOU DARE!!! I JUST HAD THESE FLOORS CLEANED!!!
Mic: *throws up All Might**
Aizawa: Hello there, All Might.
All Might: *lays there in shock* ...
Mic: Uh, hello? Earth to All Mi-
All Might: I’m just gonna...lay here for a minute.
Aizawa: ...
Mic: ...
Recovery Girl: ...
Mic: That’s fair.
Recovery Girl: At least lay in a bed...
AU where Mic has a curse like Eda, but he turns into a cockatiel beast instead of an owl one. Everyone in the school sans Midnight, Aizawa, and Vlad King believe that Aizawa is the beast at first because who would think that the outgoing and friendly Mr. Mic would be a huge monster. All Might plays the role as the Snaggleback, and gets traumatized after Mic spits him out.
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