[The quivering returns, but this time it’s the fall of adrenaline that leaves him weak. He droops only slightly, not able to move much more than that without hissing, without a sharp and agonizing sting and the resounding throb following.
Air rushes full on through the hole, scattering dust, but letting them breathe, letting them cool off, too. He can hear a faint buzzing, and he immediately tenses with his hand yanking unsteadily down to guard the hole—from villains maybe, to protect Midoriya. And only after several moments does he realize that it’s voices. He squints, the shaking in Midoriya’s arms faint. Voices...
Whatever he says it a garbled, inaudiable mess. Something slurred. Maybe something about a rescue.
He doesn’t even moan. His whole body slouches in Midoriya’s arms and the full of his weight unfortunately adds to the top of what all Midoriya is desperately trying to hold up above them. He murmurs something else, the ghost of words airy against Midoriya’s dirty, freckled cheek, and then his head thumps against Midoriya’s shoulder and neck as he passes out quietly, arm still extended out to guard the hole like he thought he’d die tooth and nail fighting for Midoriya and One for All.]
[ The full weight of Bakugou gets a slow exhale but Midoriya refuses to make any more noise than he has already, too focused on making certain what's rumbling around them doesn't fall. They're going to be okay, the others will get them out.
There are no words for the way he feels when Bakugou goes limp. He's been afraid countless times before, he's lost people in missions, he's failed in some situations but never like this. Never with someone this close, never with someone he's cared about this much. No, no, please wake up. Midoriya presses a frantic, blood-damp hand to the injury but Bakugou doesn't make any noise of pain, doesn't do anything. The first attempt at feeling for a pulse is too shaky, his fingers trembling too much to get a read, sliding slick over the column of his throat. When he finally does manage it, it's there even if it's fainter than he'd like. They're not going to die here. Bakugou's not going to die here.
What's important is saving the people you care about, protecting them. If he can't protect the people he cares about, what good is any of this, what good is this power All Might gave him? What good is making it this far if Bakugou isn't here with him?
Deku, you can stop holding it up, we've got it, Uraraka calls, the walls around them shuddering.
The decision's made before he even realizes it; he tips Bakugou's limp head up and presses their mouths together. Blood or spit, either's technically going to work and while he doesn't know exactly how it's transferred it has to be intentional and if it means saving Bakugou's life, buying him time, then every single molecule of him wants to do it. Uraraka's power holds the cement up, and when the part pinning his arm comes loose the pain is so raw and sharp that he has a brief moment of surprise before he blacks out.
When he wakes, Uraraka is floating him and Bakugou is loaded up to go to the hospital. He has a moment of clarity, slurring to her that he has to go with him, there's no other option and blessedly all those years of friendship means she doesn't question the panicked tone. They're separated at the hospital which he expects; Bakugou's worse off than he is but he manages to sweet talk them into putting them into the same room to save on space once they're out. Putting two pro heroes in the same room for recovery isn't uncommon when there's a massive event like this but he's put into the room sooner than Bakugou is and then he's stuck waiting. They stabilize him, and his arm is wrapped thickly with the doctors giving him lingering, concerned looks. He knows his arms are a mess. He knows. They won't know more until later and for the time being, Midoriya is left alone in the hospital bed while the heroes do cleanup and he gets to watch from the TV, hoping against hope that Bakugou's going to be okay. ]
[The air smells like the strangest scent when he opens his eyes, slow and languid. Like he had been napping at an uncharacteristic time of the day, like he’s groggy still, warm and comfortable. The smell is feminine... Floral with a small head of spice.
It takes a minute or two for him to realize he’s staring up at the sky, blue as sapphire and bright, almost clear except for a couple of lazy clouds. A very beginning of summer sky, but he can’t tell if the air is warm or cold. It’s simply calming, and there’s grass tickling his ears and neck beneath him.
A woman’s strong voice says, “Finally up? You’re a surprise.”
Above him, a silhouette comes into view: a woman with dark hair, pulled half up and smile on her face, amused and reassuring.] Who... the hell...? [This gets her to laugh. “You two are a lot different,” she admits. “But that’s fine. The most important thing about being a hero is a smile, and I guess you got me to smile.
“You must mean a lot to him. That’s important, too. Your friends.”
Friends. His brows draw together. Stubbornly, he tries to sit up, but finds he can’t. He’s held down, and a second of panic jolts through him until he realizes he isn’t being held down by anything in particular. “Don’t worry,” the woman says. “You have to give it back to him. I know you will. You feel it, don’t you? The power of all the people who have done their best at being a hero.” And she’s right; in the pit of him, it’s there. A crackling, swelling, burning energy. Powerful. So blinding and strong, endless. And so... very... Deku.
Is this, he wonders, what Deku truly has inside? This strength...?
His lips part and nothing emerges. The woman smiles knowingly at him and reaches up to push her mouth up at the corners. Smile. His eyes get heavy, and he can’t keep them open. There’s so many questions. He isn’t able to ask any of them. A void of darkness swallows him.
The next time he opens his eyes, he’s accosted by the steady beep of a heartrate monitor and the faint drip of an IV by his head. He stares at the ceiling, feeling sore, bruised, scraped. When he looks, not much is there on him. The rash he’d assume from cement is barely red skin, even if the feeling lingers, raw. Slowly, he turns his head to finally glance over toward the door, catches sight of the bed, the body in it. Without thinking, worried, he quickly tries to sit up to see Midoriya’s face only to freeze, hiss, and grimace.]
His phone and Bakugou's work, sort of. Not enough to do anything useful, but he answers one panicked call by managing to push at the green call button enough times it works, and Bakugou's mom's voice splits through it. He's not supposed to have his phone(s) or to be on them or doing anything more strenuous than being doped up on the very nice pain medication and waiting for word from Bakugou, so he's intercepted in just a few moments, and has to apologize profusely to the irritated nurse who then gets to deal with Mitsuki. It's a mess.
He spends a while floating, half-watching the news and knowing that unless something huge happens he's going to retain exactly 0% of anything unless it's more interesting than "heroes clean up a mess and turn in villains".
If he had his phones he could call the others and see how many are injured, he could get some kind of contact from them but not even the nurses will tell him anything. Another reason to get to number one, people actually tell you stuff. By the time they wheel Bakugou in Midoriya's played approximately a hundred games of tic tac toe with himself and isn't sure if he's winning or losing at this point.
By the time Bakugou wakes up, he's drifting in and out. He'll wake for a few moments and then drowse back off after reassuring himself that Bakugou's still there, still stable. Falling slightly behind the urge to see Bakugou wake up is the urge to shower. He still smells blood, and while he's had a fair amount of water to drink, he wants to brush his teeth fiercely. He's not sure what time it is when Bakugou does finally wake; he only knows it because of the squeak of the cot next to him. Gingerly, he sits up, suddenly feeling a thousand times more awake. ]
[For a long moment, Bakugou refuses to sit back or get up. He probably isn’t allowed up. He probably won’t be allowed up for a while no matter what kind of bullshit medical quirk they used on him. But he isn’t the kinda guy who takes shit lying down.
Rather than scream, the monitor dies when he yanks the clamp off his finger. He eases his legs over the side of the bed and waits a bit as his equilibrium adjusts. Even if Midoriya frantically tries to get him to stop, he won’t listen. He doesn’t. Both feet touch the floor, and he hauls himself up with the help of the IV pole. The wound on his hip smacks him with pain when he puts weight on one leg, so he shifts quickly, adjusts again.
And then he makes the short trek across the gap between beds until he can put a hand on it, curl into the stiff mattress and thin sheets.] You.. bas..tard... I’m going... to kill... your fucking... ass. [It seems Kacchan is back in partial swing.
And trying his damnest to climb up somehow into the bed with Midoriya. A small struggle, balancing the IV, letting it go, trying to get his fist bunched into the papery hospital gown by Midoriya’s shoulder and neck.] Deeeekuuuuuu...
What did... you fucking do...?! What happened... after I passed out...?!
[ If he gets out of bed carefully enough he can probably make it over and either steal a chair, or sit on half of Bakugou's bed assuming he's not injured so badly that it'd hurt him more. Midoriya technically ought to call the nurses but he doesn't necessarily want to, not when they probably need to talk sooner rather than later. If he -
Well, it doesn't matter what he does. While he's weighing the best options and trying to sort through them Bakugou is up and Midoriya does protest, but it's useless because Bakugou's there and Midoriya quickly realizes he ought to help him or this is going to go a thousand times worse. The nurses are going to be so pissed but Midoriya's not going to pretend like he doesn't want him here. ]
You really- I mean really shouldn't be moving, Kacchan. There was metal straight through you. All the way through. They didn't know-
[ The words are just sort of spilling out of him in a useless jumble, his stomach flipping itself into knots at the idea of Bakugou tearing stitches or hurting himself beyond what can be repaired just as soon as he's well. The hand in a cast settles onto his hips, and the other at his shoulder, gentle but firm. He'll catch Bakugou if he ends up falling, but it probably won't be graceful or pretty or all that helpful with his arm like this. ]
Kill me laying down, please, or we're gonna be in even more trouble. [ There's no thought given to publicists or nurses seeing two rising star heroes in the same bed, nor the rumors and trouble it could cause if someone sees one casually trying to strangle the second while the second tries to get him to lay down. Maybe a little thought, enough to cast a glance at the door, but it's still closed and no one is at the window, yet. ]
[This piece of shit. This nasty, glistening piece of shit.
A burning, strangling anger rises up in him, and a flush speckles his neck out from under the gown, up into his face. His fist curls tighter, crackles in a way not entirely familiar, and then he shoves Midoriya into the bed despite the motion being weak. He’s not sure what to do with the anger; he doesn’t want to hurt Midoriya actually. He’s confused, he’s terrified—
What he thinks is the case, what he can feel in the soul of him. Foreign. It isn’t his, and it doesn’t belong to him. He doesn’t want it like this, not this way. The only time this is acceptable is if All Might had plucked him out of the crowd, mentored him. Only from All Might, not Midoriya.
His teeth are bared but gritted. The exhale that comes out between is ragged and nearly a kind of stuttered hiccup. He wilts over Midoriya, loosens, drops without it being heavy enough to jar anything.] You fucking shitty bastard... You’re a fucking disgrace... Why would you... I don’t... want it from you... from shitty, disgusting Deku...
Not... from you... [He’s too weak to throw a fit. Midoriya gets what Midoriya got after they had just gotten into U.A., what All Might got more than Midoriya. The tears aren’t a cry so much as a silent, river-eyed release of frustration and worry. A hard reboot. What he can’t process or compartmentalize like a person who isn’t plagued by high personal standards and emotional constipation.
He keeps his face hidden against Midoriya’s shoulder and cries with nothing but the shiver of his shoulders and the clutch of his hands in the sheets of the bed.]
[ It's weird. There's a part of him that still hates to hear any of this vitriol, even if he knows that it's not exactly meant how it sounds. He's absolutely terrible at expressing himself in any sort of constructive way and Midoriya knows that, but he doesn't think he'll ever have a point where he likes hearing it. There's no anger, though, no defensiveness. He knows Bakugou. He knows what he's saying even if Bakugou doesn't know how to say it in a way that isn't 'jackass'. ]
I know you didn't.
[ Does he apologize for something he's not sorry for? Gingerly, Midoriya sinks back into his bed and scoots over to accommodate him as much as humanly possible and then takes the weight of him leaning in, barely resisting hugging him as tightly as he dares. The front of the thin hospital gown he's wearing starts to dampen and for a moment, Midoriya thinks of the way Bakugou's clothes felt, hot and damp with blood. His stomach turns and he dares to press his fingers against Bakugou's shoulder, shivering.
He's not sorry. Bakugou almost died, but he didn't. Midoriya might not ever know if the transfer of part of his quirk was what made the difference, but it's better than waking up in this hospital bed with someone telling him that Bakugou didn't. The weight of him is its own reassurance, really. Midoriya lifts his hand up and presses it against Bakugou's head, threading through his hair gently. His own eyes are prickling with the threat of tears but he tips his head back and closes his eyes, trying to will them away and failing. ]
I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't have... I know that's not what you wanted. How you wanted it. But the alternative was losing you and I didn't know if you... [ Too raw, too honest. Midoriya sucks in a breath, holds it until he thinks he can steady himself and then tries again. ] I'm just glad you're alright. I won't be sorry for that.
[Whatever he says is muttered and hoarse, almost too soft to be heard, but it's probably something along the lines of "stupid" and "Deku," and he keeps his face shoved into the thick curve of Midoriya's neck. His fingers are still stiffly tangled in the sheets, knuckles white.
It feels... disappointing. A disappointment in himself. He wonders if he'll ever be able to yank his feet out of the mud holding him back from the glory he desires, even if that means missing all the glory he has already obtained. Those glories are too small, he thinks: giving an All Might tie pin, telling Kirishima the suit he picked out is fine, turning away from battle to dig Midoriya out of the rubble.
The crying doesn't last very long at all. He's not mourning anything this way, and he only needs the hot tears to come and go like the tide of his anger, the frustration he doesn't know how to articulate without feeling weak.
So he doesn't say anything; otherwise, it would be a dismissive, "I didn't want your pity," and, "Why didn't you think about All Might's legacy?" and both of those are a useless arguments. But he doesn't pull away from Midoriya's warm, beacon body in the cold room, or the fingers twined in his soft, wiry hair. The hands clenching the sheets have finally loosened, leaving behind peaked wrinkles, and then they smooth palm-down under the edges of Midoriya's shoulder blades.
And he's like this for a long while, almost as if he's fallen asleep, except for the tickle of his lashes on Midoriya's neck when his eyes shift, when he blinks. His voice is rough when he does speak.] It's mine now. [There's a lack of malice in his tone, but a hell of a lot of surety.]
You aren't getting it back until every single thing wrong with you is healed. You don't deserve it until then.
[ He won't regret it because it means that Bakugou is here, alive, in one piece and that was the whole reason he even considered it. That extra durability combined with being able to survive almost anything thrown at him has kept him going, kept All Might going for years. It was the right choice to make sure Bakugou lived to see another day, Midoriya knows that but he also understands why Bakugou would be upset. He's so focused on fairness and what he's earned, what he deserves that getting the one thing that would rocket him to the top of the list with enough time but not earning it probably itches at him like an uncomfortable jacket.
He could, of course, just give it back. Midoriya knows he will eventually and knows that if another incident happened right now they've both be confined to the hospital without being able to argue their way out of it.
For a while, he floats. He's groggy, sore and exhausted and Bakugou's quiet crying dampens his shirt but otherwise they're not talking or fighting so Midoriya waits until he decides to speak again. In Bakugou's hair, his hand keeps stroking through it lazily, working through the tangles and knots gently until finally, he speaks again. ] Alright. I'll work hard to make sure I deserve it again.
[ He doesn't tense, doesn't mistrust Bakugou; if he says he's going to give it back, then he will and Midoriya knew that he wouldn't do any different. ]
When you...did you see anything? Or anyone, I guess, at all?
[When Midoriya is healed, Bakugou will give it back. He's an asshole, but he's lawful? A lawful asshole. When Midoriya has "earned" it, OFA will go back to where it belongs.
If it means Midoriya is healthy and strong; this matters more to Bakugou than what he thinks. On the surface, the vessel for the quirk should be protected. The host should be guarded and supported. But beneath that... it's deeper. Midoriya means a hell of a lot more to him than he wants to admit. Understands him more than he'd like to admit.]
The hell? [His voice is soft, and... wary maybe. Like Midoriya caught him hiding something.] Maybe. [After a long moment, he pulls his head out of Midoriya's neck and lifts it enough to peer down at Midoriya's face.] It was...
...I don't know, like a fucking dream or something. There was some woman. I don't know where the hell I was, but... she was there. It was a dream, though. When I was out.
[ Gently, he cards his fingers through Bakugou's messy bangs and sweeps them back when he leans down to look at him, smiling up at him. There are circles under his eyes and he's very clearly exhausted, but the smile is warm and real, relieved. ]
Yeah it's... I don't know how to describe it, really. It's one thing to know but it's something else to experience it, I guess.
[ Gingerly, he scoots over just a little bit more and then tugs the laughably thin sheet up around both of them, tucking them in as best as he can manage with two large bodies in a bed meant for one. He wants to ask what she said to him if anything, but that's not his business. He gave the quirk to Bakugou and it's up to him if he wants to share. For the time being, it's enough laying like this, watching Bakugou with sleepy-eyed contentment, playing with his hair. ]
[Though he tried not to settle down on top of Midoriya on his bad side, it still hurts to heft himself up and shift, to turn so the covers can be pulled from beneath him and instead put over the top of them.
He should really turn over onto his back, but there's something so warm and comforting about sprawling on Midoriya this way. Something less two Doritos trying to squeeze their broad shoulders in a twin-sized hospital bed.
So he'll stay this way until the pain of his hip forces him to move. Besides, Midoriya is playing with his hair, and he's a sucker.]
You saw that shit too? [Weird. But he... had the strangest respect for the woman. A connection he could feel, one he knew he had to honor. A deeper connection, too, though he hadn't seen anyone else at all.] Ehh...?
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about...
[A red flush creeps up his neck; the tops of his ears get darker, flushed. FUCK. Why did Midoriya have to say this?]
[ Careful, Midoriya mouths as he watches Bakugou settle himself in, hoping that he doesn't hurt himself trying to squeeze in there. He wants to tell him they should redo this, they should try and make sure that they're not hurting Bakugou but he's not about to insult his pride if he seems alright. ]
Yeah. It's... well, you know how it came about. Sometimes I see all the previous holders, and she was the one who trained All Might back then.
[ It's weird to think about the idea that he's going to be in a similar state when he's passed. Is he going to continue living on in that weird ghost...power form for the next users of One For All? Is Bakugou now that he's held the power? Does it mean that they don't really die? Does it mean that there's something after death if they have quirks?
Midoriya makes a little noise because it's way too much to consider and these kinds of weird philosophical questions are too much and it's much easier to grin at Bakugou flushing, tugging playfully at his bangs, stroking his fingers along the line of an eyebrow, tracing back to playfully thumb over a red ear. ]
I liked it. I mean, I--. Maybe not the context. The context kind of sucked, honestly, but I liked...mmm.
[ Now he's a little flustered, sinking further into the bed, cheeks warm. ]
[The shoulder of the ear hikes up gently when Midoriya starts rubbing it. He can tell it's red as shit just by how chilly Midoriya's fingers feel, and the rubbing isn't helping when it sends a soft roll of a shiver down his spine--when it tightens his stomach, it makes him wince very faintly under the fingers on his brow.]
What the hell? I SAID, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE... hell... you're...
[A soft exhale leaves him, and then he swallows. The look on Midoriya's face draws all of the ire right out of him for some reason, a far cry from when the mere glance of Midoriya's freckled and round-eyed head would fuel his rage and envy.]
Cut it the fuck out. I said I... [Midoriya isn't gonna listen to him period. This is a useless battle.] So what if I fucking did, huh? Don't give me that shit...
You were-- [The rolling concerns get wedged in the bottle neck of his filtered throat.] If you would have seen your dumbass face in that hole! You were fucking dead! I called you a hundred times, and you wouldn't open your goddamn eyes! What was I supposed to fucing do!
[ Yeah, okay, probably best not to accidentally rile him up when they're both injured and nothing can happen. Midoriya's hand migrates back to the nape of his neck, squeezing gently, going back to running through his hair in lazy, aimless strokes. ]
You are so loud.
[ He sounds achingly affectionate, though, not angry or condescending. If anything, he's so pleased that he doesn't know what to do with himself, warm down to his bones at such a little thing that means so much to him. Of course, nothing can be easy, because Bakugou continues and his smile fades a little at the edge. ]
I won't let that happen again. [ There's no way to know of course, but he's going to do this best to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again, that he's strong enough to withstand something like that. They had assumed the League wouldn't attack when it was so many of them together but that quirk. The smoke had knocked everyone out, but he doesn't know for how long. He doesn't have his notebook with him, either, but hopefully when everyone comes to visit they'll bring it. ] You were still amazing, Kacchan. You know that right?
[Quickly, he opens his mouth. HE'S NOT FUCKING LOUD, he screams, his voice echoing down the hall. Yeah. Nothing comes out because he knows it'll sound and go just like that.]
Don't promise me bullshit, Deku. [At least he doesn't sound completely offended, more... he understands who Izuku Midoriya really is, understands what kind of fate awaits. He thought that already, back when they were young, didn't he? When he yelled at Midoriya for the same thing.
That the future would scare him to death, snatch Midoriya right out of his hands like the other was made of paper.] I'm not a damn moron.
Just... shut up. [His voice loses the peak, and his head loses the strength. It lowers down until he can tuck it against Midoriya's shoulder from across the chest. He doesn't want to look Midoriya in the eyes and listen to uncertain reassurances.] We wouldn't... have been in that shit to start if I was amazing.
[ He's not smug but it's damn close, barely holding back a smile that threatens to be a smirk. It fades almost instantly, because the subject matter is hard and Midoriya knows that heroing isn't exactly the safest job. Heroes do die, and there's nothing you can do about it sometimes. It's just something that they have to accept, but necessity doesn't mean it's easy. ]
I can promise you I'll do my best.
[ His head lowers back down and Midoriya goes back to carding his fingers through his hair, not unlike petting a large, unruly cat that isn't ever fully certain if it likes the affection. The worst part, he thinks, is that Bakugou's never going to fully understand just how good and talented he is. He can say it until he's blue in the face but it's one thing to hear it and another thing to accept it. ]
Your ass is too far for me to pat, but I'm going to keep telling you how amazing you are until I can't, or until you believe it, so you better get used to it.
[Midoriya is lucky there’s fingers in his hair. A guilty pleasure he only gets with Midoriya. Very, very rarely with Kirishima because he gets embarrassed and disgruntled, and Kirishima does it teasingly not in soft earnest. Midoriya is the one that brings goosebumps out on his skin. Makes him crave more, want to nuzzle his head into the hands.
He hates it.
His breath comes in low, gentle waves which grow longer and deeper the more they lie in the quiet, the longer Midoriya’s fingers are threaded in his wild hair. Lightly, occasionally, he’ll twitch at the arms, the legs. Not gone completely, not when he murmurs, but close. Midoriya’s solid warmth is a tough bed to resist, and it hadn’t helped to get the cover pulled over.]
Don’t matter... what... mm... Dumbass...
[Who is the real dumbass here? Him. Laid out in another tiny hospital bed on top of another man when they’re both beat to hell and back.] Just... get better... idiot. I’ll kill you... [The nurse that comes suddenly in is just loud enough for him to jump softly all over without rousing completely. Honestly, the nurse is stunned and then also embarassed. It looks quite suspect at first.
And then it looks unsafe, and she softly chastises them for not behaving appropriately in their own beds.]
[ He makes a low mhm noise at the running commentary, his eyes sliding shut as he keeps up the idle motion of combing through Bakugou's messy hair, pleased when he seems to relax but then the nurse is here and Midoriya flattens his hand against Bakugou's head, rubbing warm circles against his scalp, talking quietly. He winds up with a photo sent to him via email, terribly pleased with himself because when he gets a new phone that's absolutely going as his background.
The next day passes horrifically slow. Everyone else comes in throughout visiting hours and Midoriya gets hugged approximately fifty times by his crying mother which makes him cry.
Blessedly, the others bring his go bag, stocked with fresh clothes he'll eventually be able to put on but more importantly, a replacement phone, his notebook(s) and after he manages to bribe Todoroki and Uraraka into it the next day they bring him another bag.
Rather than clothes or other supplies, they've snuck in an assortment of takeout and snacks for them to squirrel away while they're stuck there. The bag is set in his lap and they apologetically have to leave to go do other things, but once they're gone and Midoriya's certain the nurses aren't going to come in and bust them, he gingerly makes his way over to Bakugou's bed and sits on the edge, settling the back onto Bakugou's thighs lightly. ]
[Being in a room with Midoriya is the worst (and good for him). It means almost every one of their peers comes in to see them—him included—on top of Midoriya’s mother, on top of his own mother. By the end, even with them spread out over the length of a day or two days, he’s tired and likewise relieved when it’s again only him and Midoriya.
The other gets a grunt, and his eyes lower to the bag propped on his lap. He doesn’t dig through it at first, just skims what he can with his eyes. Dang. Midoriya out here getting the good shit from everyone else.] We’re gonna fucking get in trouble for this shit.
Where d’you plan to even hide this, huh?
[The book in his hand lowers as his eyes lift to Midoriya’s face, peering curiously between Midoriya’s eyes, searching. Finally, he lifts one hand and rummages gently and curiously in the bag to see what all Midoriya has pilfered from the outside world. Wow, they’ll be in so much trouble. Whatever. This makes up for having to be stuck so long in the hospital.]
You realize that technically, you’re discharged right, idiot? You just keep hanging around like my fucking visitor. [Stupid. Not that he actually minds.] They won’t take your damn cast off any faster because you’re here.
[ If there are a few of Bakugou's favorite snacks in there, well, Midoriya's not going to claim any credit for it, because he certainly didn't give them a list of all of Bakugou's favorite snacks. ]
They might confiscate it but it won't be too bad.
[ All the more reason to just eat all of this now, really. Midoriya plucks out a package of kit-kats and tears open one half, snapping it neatly along the lines so that he can offer Bakugou half. His half, he pops into his mouth and takes a bite out of rather than pulling off a piece like a civilized person. ]
Sure, but I like being here with you and you'd probably get pretty bored anyway. [ Bakugou can absolutely keep himself entertained, but Midoriya wants to stay and really, he ought to anyway while he doesn't have full access to One for All. It's not a matter of him needing to be protected, or Bakugou needing it, but with their statuses, they both effectively have targets on their back and Midoriya knows that he's basically a magnet for trouble. ] I'll just put it in my go-bag; the nurses won't go through it. We'll just make sure we wrap the wrappers up in tissues.
[ Someone has perfected the art of sneaking good food into hospitals, almost like he spent a great deal of time injured in them. Hm. ]
Slowly, one of Bakugou's thin brows rise questioningly. Or maybe judgingly. Or maybe suspiciously. All of everything. Red eyes peer at the offered Kit Kat. He isn't a super huge fan of sweets, but whatever. Kit Kats were a show of good luck.
Begrudgingly, he reaches out and takes it, sliding it into his mouth not like a savage, but one piece at a time. He chews the first bite, and then sucks on the rest, lets it sit in his mouth with his cheeks tight and his lips together while he continues to dig through the bag.
HM. Also weird how there's a lot of favorites in here. His eyes sneak a pointed glance at Midoriya for a second. Mhm. He's not stupid (sometimes).
Like a sneaky raccoon, he carefully pulls a small bag of Karamucho out of the bag and deposits it in his lap safely until he can get finished with the Kit Kat. He's already opening it by tugging on each side while the Kit Kat melts on his tongue.]
Hide it in tissue, huh? Sounds like someone's a fucking expert on hiding food in hospitals.
[ He's great at the big-eyed innocent looks, so long as you don't actually know him. Earnest innocence and feigned are two very different things and while it works on people who don't know him, it's also the least convincing thing ever with people who do. While Bakugou digs through the bag, Midoriya finishes off the rest of the candy and balls up the wrapper, returning the look when he gets it like he's daring Bakugou to call him out on it. ]
I'm not in them as often, now, but...
[ One shoulder - his good one, lifts and falls in a lazy shrug as he reaches over into the bag and snags an onigiri, unwrapping it a little clumsily. One thing he doesn't expect is how difficult it is when his hand is wrapped like this; he's been so careful about his arms after everything at UA that it's a little jarring every time he remembers the cast and what it might mean.
There's nothing he can do about that now, though, so for the moment he scoots closer and holds the wrapper against his arm, fighting with it as he talks. ]
Iida said that it was probably pretty telling that I had a list of things they knew to get me in the hospital but everyone is always kind enough to bring them even when I didn't ask. [ Midoriya pauses and gives Bakugou a little smile and sideways glance. ] Full disclosure, he's probably going to bring a melon if he hasn't already.
[Sliding one or two of the hot potato sticks into his mouth, Bakugou purposefully watches Midoriya struggle with the wrapped onigiri for a while. Look, he may secret have a thing for this idiot, but he won't let that stop him from occasionally being an asshole about things.]
We're not at the goddamn beach. [Iida, wtf, don't bring them a damn melON AT THE HOSPITAL.] Stop. [Reaching out, he sweeps his hand in and snatches the onigiri away.] You look like an idiot. [Carefully, easily, he opens the plastic--
--glances up, somewhat mischievous, somewhat knowing, an almost kind of bedroom eyes in a strange way, and then he lifts the onigiri to take a frustratingly off-center bite out of the side of the peak of it. He hands it back to Midoriya with a similarly daring look--say some shit to him, he wants it.]
I'm banning them all from coming back in here. They're a pain in my damn ass.
[But he got these treats from them. And he got some treats from Kirishima, plus a few books and comics to keep him busy with what the new phone and the television won't.]
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Date: 2018-11-21 01:19 am (UTC)Air rushes full on through the hole, scattering dust, but letting them breathe, letting them cool off, too. He can hear a faint buzzing, and he immediately tenses with his hand yanking unsteadily down to guard the hole—from villains maybe, to protect Midoriya. And only after several moments does he realize that it’s voices. He squints, the shaking in Midoriya’s arms faint. Voices...
Whatever he says it a garbled, inaudiable mess. Something slurred. Maybe something about a rescue.
He doesn’t even moan. His whole body slouches in Midoriya’s arms and the full of his weight unfortunately adds to the top of what all Midoriya is desperately trying to hold up above them. He murmurs something else, the ghost of words airy against Midoriya’s dirty, freckled cheek, and then his head thumps against Midoriya’s shoulder and neck as he passes out quietly, arm still extended out to guard the hole like he thought he’d die tooth and nail fighting for Midoriya and One for All.]
This is...re...the discord messages but i can edit if it ain't kosher
Date: 2018-11-21 01:57 am (UTC)There are no words for the way he feels when Bakugou goes limp. He's been afraid countless times before, he's lost people in missions, he's failed in some situations but never like this. Never with someone this close, never with someone he's cared about this much. No, no, please wake up. Midoriya presses a frantic, blood-damp hand to the injury but Bakugou doesn't make any noise of pain, doesn't do anything. The first attempt at feeling for a pulse is too shaky, his fingers trembling too much to get a read, sliding slick over the column of his throat. When he finally does manage it, it's there even if it's fainter than he'd like. They're not going to die here. Bakugou's not going to die here.
What's important is saving the people you care about, protecting them. If he can't protect the people he cares about, what good is any of this, what good is this power All Might gave him? What good is making it this far if Bakugou isn't here with him?
Deku, you can stop holding it up, we've got it, Uraraka calls, the walls around them shuddering.
The decision's made before he even realizes it; he tips Bakugou's limp head up and presses their mouths together. Blood or spit, either's technically going to work and while he doesn't know exactly how it's transferred it has to be intentional and if it means saving Bakugou's life, buying him time, then every single molecule of him wants to do it. Uraraka's power holds the cement up, and when the part pinning his arm comes loose the pain is so raw and sharp that he has a brief moment of surprise before he blacks out.
When he wakes, Uraraka is floating him and Bakugou is loaded up to go to the hospital. He has a moment of clarity, slurring to her that he has to go with him, there's no other option and blessedly all those years of friendship means she doesn't question the panicked tone. They're separated at the hospital which he expects; Bakugou's worse off than he is but he manages to sweet talk them into putting them into the same room to save on space once they're out. Putting two pro heroes in the same room for recovery isn't uncommon when there's a massive event like this but he's put into the room sooner than Bakugou is and then he's stuck waiting. They stabilize him, and his arm is wrapped thickly with the doctors giving him lingering, concerned looks. He knows his arms are a mess. He knows. They won't know more until later and for the time being, Midoriya is left alone in the hospital bed while the heroes do cleanup and he gets to watch from the TV, hoping against hope that Bakugou's going to be okay. ]
the adults are gonna murder him
Date: 2018-11-21 03:08 am (UTC)It takes a minute or two for him to realize he’s staring up at the sky, blue as sapphire and bright, almost clear except for a couple of lazy clouds. A very beginning of summer sky, but he can’t tell if the air is warm or cold. It’s simply calming, and there’s grass tickling his ears and neck beneath him.
A woman’s strong voice says, “Finally up? You’re a surprise.”
Above him, a silhouette comes into view: a woman with dark hair, pulled half up and smile on her face, amused and reassuring.] Who... the hell...? [This gets her to laugh. “You two are a lot different,” she admits. “But that’s fine. The most important thing about being a hero is a smile, and I guess you got me to smile.
“You must mean a lot to him. That’s important, too. Your friends.”
Friends. His brows draw together. Stubbornly, he tries to sit up, but finds he can’t. He’s held down, and a second of panic jolts through him until he realizes he isn’t being held down by anything in particular. “Don’t worry,” the woman says. “You have to give it back to him. I know you will. You feel it, don’t you? The power of all the people who have done their best at being a hero.” And she’s right; in the pit of him, it’s there. A crackling, swelling, burning energy. Powerful. So blinding and strong, endless. And so... very... Deku.
Is this, he wonders, what Deku truly has inside? This strength...?
His lips part and nothing emerges. The woman smiles knowingly at him and reaches up to push her mouth up at the corners. Smile. His eyes get heavy, and he can’t keep them open. There’s so many questions. He isn’t able to ask any of them. A void of darkness swallows him.
The next time he opens his eyes, he’s accosted by the steady beep of a heartrate monitor and the faint drip of an IV by his head. He stares at the ceiling, feeling sore, bruised, scraped. When he looks, not much is there on him. The rash he’d assume from cement is barely red skin, even if the feeling lingers, raw. Slowly, he turns his head to finally glance over toward the door, catches sight of the bed, the body in it. Without thinking, worried, he quickly tries to sit up to see Midoriya’s face only to freeze, hiss, and grimace.]
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Date: 2018-11-21 03:24 am (UTC)His phone and Bakugou's work, sort of. Not enough to do anything useful, but he answers one panicked call by managing to push at the green call button enough times it works, and Bakugou's mom's voice splits through it. He's not supposed to have his phone(s) or to be on them or doing anything more strenuous than being doped up on the very nice pain medication and waiting for word from Bakugou, so he's intercepted in just a few moments, and has to apologize profusely to the irritated nurse who then gets to deal with Mitsuki. It's a mess.
He spends a while floating, half-watching the news and knowing that unless something huge happens he's going to retain exactly 0% of anything unless it's more interesting than "heroes clean up a mess and turn in villains".
If he had his phones he could call the others and see how many are injured, he could get some kind of contact from them but not even the nurses will tell him anything. Another reason to get to number one, people actually tell you stuff. By the time they wheel Bakugou in Midoriya's played approximately a hundred games of tic tac toe with himself and isn't sure if he's winning or losing at this point.
By the time Bakugou wakes up, he's drifting in and out. He'll wake for a few moments and then drowse back off after reassuring himself that Bakugou's still there, still stable. Falling slightly behind the urge to see Bakugou wake up is the urge to shower. He still smells blood, and while he's had a fair amount of water to drink, he wants to brush his teeth fiercely. He's not sure what time it is when Bakugou does finally wake; he only knows it because of the squeak of the cot next to him. Gingerly, he sits up, suddenly feeling a thousand times more awake. ]
Kacchan?
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Date: 2018-11-21 03:44 am (UTC)Rather than scream, the monitor dies when he yanks the clamp off his finger. He eases his legs over the side of the bed and waits a bit as his equilibrium adjusts. Even if Midoriya frantically tries to get him to stop, he won’t listen. He doesn’t. Both feet touch the floor, and he hauls himself up with the help of the IV pole. The wound on his hip smacks him with pain when he puts weight on one leg, so he shifts quickly, adjusts again.
And then he makes the short trek across the gap between beds until he can put a hand on it, curl into the stiff mattress and thin sheets.] You.. bas..tard... I’m going... to kill... your fucking... ass. [It seems Kacchan is back in partial swing.
And trying his damnest to climb up somehow into the bed with Midoriya. A small struggle, balancing the IV, letting it go, trying to get his fist bunched into the papery hospital gown by Midoriya’s shoulder and neck.] Deeeekuuuuuu...
What did... you fucking do...?! What happened... after I passed out...?!
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Date: 2018-11-21 03:54 am (UTC)Well, it doesn't matter what he does. While he's weighing the best options and trying to sort through them Bakugou is up and Midoriya does protest, but it's useless because Bakugou's there and Midoriya quickly realizes he ought to help him or this is going to go a thousand times worse. The nurses are going to be so pissed but Midoriya's not going to pretend like he doesn't want him here. ]
You really- I mean really shouldn't be moving, Kacchan. There was metal straight through you. All the way through. They didn't know-
[ The words are just sort of spilling out of him in a useless jumble, his stomach flipping itself into knots at the idea of Bakugou tearing stitches or hurting himself beyond what can be repaired just as soon as he's well. The hand in a cast settles onto his hips, and the other at his shoulder, gentle but firm. He'll catch Bakugou if he ends up falling, but it probably won't be graceful or pretty or all that helpful with his arm like this. ]
Kill me laying down, please, or we're gonna be in even more trouble. [ There's no thought given to publicists or nurses seeing two rising star heroes in the same bed, nor the rumors and trouble it could cause if someone sees one casually trying to strangle the second while the second tries to get him to lay down. Maybe a little thought, enough to cast a glance at the door, but it's still closed and no one is at the window, yet. ]
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Date: 2018-11-21 04:18 am (UTC)A burning, strangling anger rises up in him, and a flush speckles his neck out from under the gown, up into his face. His fist curls tighter, crackles in a way not entirely familiar, and then he shoves Midoriya into the bed despite the motion being weak. He’s not sure what to do with the anger; he doesn’t want to hurt Midoriya actually. He’s confused, he’s terrified—
What he thinks is the case, what he can feel in the soul of him. Foreign. It isn’t his, and it doesn’t belong to him. He doesn’t want it like this, not this way. The only time this is acceptable is if All Might had plucked him out of the crowd, mentored him. Only from All Might, not Midoriya.
His teeth are bared but gritted. The exhale that comes out between is ragged and nearly a kind of stuttered hiccup. He wilts over Midoriya, loosens, drops without it being heavy enough to jar anything.] You fucking shitty bastard... You’re a fucking disgrace... Why would you... I don’t... want it from you... from shitty, disgusting Deku...
Not... from you... [He’s too weak to throw a fit. Midoriya gets what Midoriya got after they had just gotten into U.A., what All Might got more than Midoriya. The tears aren’t a cry so much as a silent, river-eyed release of frustration and worry. A hard reboot. What he can’t process or compartmentalize like a person who isn’t plagued by high personal standards and emotional constipation.
He keeps his face hidden against Midoriya’s shoulder and cries with nothing but the shiver of his shoulders and the clutch of his hands in the sheets of the bed.]
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Date: 2018-11-21 04:30 am (UTC)I know you didn't.
[ Does he apologize for something he's not sorry for? Gingerly, Midoriya sinks back into his bed and scoots over to accommodate him as much as humanly possible and then takes the weight of him leaning in, barely resisting hugging him as tightly as he dares. The front of the thin hospital gown he's wearing starts to dampen and for a moment, Midoriya thinks of the way Bakugou's clothes felt, hot and damp with blood. His stomach turns and he dares to press his fingers against Bakugou's shoulder, shivering.
He's not sorry. Bakugou almost died, but he didn't. Midoriya might not ever know if the transfer of part of his quirk was what made the difference, but it's better than waking up in this hospital bed with someone telling him that Bakugou didn't. The weight of him is its own reassurance, really. Midoriya lifts his hand up and presses it against Bakugou's head, threading through his hair gently. His own eyes are prickling with the threat of tears but he tips his head back and closes his eyes, trying to will them away and failing. ]
I'm sorry. I know you wouldn't have... I know that's not what you wanted. How you wanted it. But the alternative was losing you and I didn't know if you... [ Too raw, too honest. Midoriya sucks in a breath, holds it until he thinks he can steady himself and then tries again. ] I'm just glad you're alright. I won't be sorry for that.
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Date: 2018-11-21 04:10 pm (UTC)It feels... disappointing. A disappointment in himself. He wonders if he'll ever be able to yank his feet out of the mud holding him back from the glory he desires, even if that means missing all the glory he has already obtained. Those glories are too small, he thinks: giving an All Might tie pin, telling Kirishima the suit he picked out is fine, turning away from battle to dig Midoriya out of the rubble.
The crying doesn't last very long at all. He's not mourning anything this way, and he only needs the hot tears to come and go like the tide of his anger, the frustration he doesn't know how to articulate without feeling weak.
So he doesn't say anything; otherwise, it would be a dismissive, "I didn't want your pity," and, "Why didn't you think about All Might's legacy?" and both of those are a useless arguments. But he doesn't pull away from Midoriya's warm, beacon body in the cold room, or the fingers twined in his soft, wiry hair. The hands clenching the sheets have finally loosened, leaving behind peaked wrinkles, and then they smooth palm-down under the edges of Midoriya's shoulder blades.
And he's like this for a long while, almost as if he's fallen asleep, except for the tickle of his lashes on Midoriya's neck when his eyes shift, when he blinks. His voice is rough when he does speak.] It's mine now. [There's a lack of malice in his tone, but a hell of a lot of surety.]
You aren't getting it back until every single thing wrong with you is healed. You don't deserve it until then.
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Date: 2018-11-21 06:04 pm (UTC)He could, of course, just give it back. Midoriya knows he will eventually and knows that if another incident happened right now they've both be confined to the hospital without being able to argue their way out of it.
For a while, he floats. He's groggy, sore and exhausted and Bakugou's quiet crying dampens his shirt but otherwise they're not talking or fighting so Midoriya waits until he decides to speak again. In Bakugou's hair, his hand keeps stroking through it lazily, working through the tangles and knots gently until finally, he speaks again. ] Alright. I'll work hard to make sure I deserve it again.
[ He doesn't tense, doesn't mistrust Bakugou; if he says he's going to give it back, then he will and Midoriya knew that he wouldn't do any different. ]
When you...did you see anything? Or anyone, I guess, at all?
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Date: 2018-11-21 07:26 pm (UTC)If it means Midoriya is healthy and strong; this matters more to Bakugou than what he thinks. On the surface, the vessel for the quirk should be protected. The host should be guarded and supported. But beneath that... it's deeper. Midoriya means a hell of a lot more to him than he wants to admit. Understands him more than he'd like to admit.]
The hell? [His voice is soft, and... wary maybe. Like Midoriya caught him hiding something.] Maybe. [After a long moment, he pulls his head out of Midoriya's neck and lifts it enough to peer down at Midoriya's face.] It was...
...I don't know, like a fucking dream or something. There was some woman. I don't know where the hell I was, but... she was there. It was a dream, though. When I was out.
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Date: 2018-11-21 07:48 pm (UTC)Yeah it's... I don't know how to describe it, really. It's one thing to know but it's something else to experience it, I guess.
[ Gingerly, he scoots over just a little bit more and then tugs the laughably thin sheet up around both of them, tucking them in as best as he can manage with two large bodies in a bed meant for one. He wants to ask what she said to him if anything, but that's not his business. He gave the quirk to Bakugou and it's up to him if he wants to share. For the time being, it's enough laying like this, watching Bakugou with sleepy-eyed contentment, playing with his hair. ]
You called me Izuku earlier, you know.
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Date: 2018-11-21 08:59 pm (UTC)He should really turn over onto his back, but there's something so warm and comforting about sprawling on Midoriya this way. Something less two Doritos trying to squeeze their broad shoulders in a twin-sized hospital bed.
So he'll stay this way until the pain of his hip forces him to move. Besides, Midoriya is playing with his hair, and he's a sucker.]
You saw that shit too? [Weird. But he... had the strangest respect for the woman. A connection he could feel, one he knew he had to honor. A deeper connection, too, though he hadn't seen anyone else at all.] Ehh...?
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about...
[A red flush creeps up his neck; the tops of his ears get darker, flushed. FUCK. Why did Midoriya have to say this?]
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Date: 2018-11-21 09:17 pm (UTC)Yeah. It's... well, you know how it came about. Sometimes I see all the previous holders, and she was the one who trained All Might back then.
[ It's weird to think about the idea that he's going to be in a similar state when he's passed. Is he going to continue living on in that weird ghost...power form for the next users of One For All? Is Bakugou now that he's held the power? Does it mean that they don't really die? Does it mean that there's something after death if they have quirks?
Midoriya makes a little noise because it's way too much to consider and these kinds of weird philosophical questions are too much and it's much easier to grin at Bakugou flushing, tugging playfully at his bangs, stroking his fingers along the line of an eyebrow, tracing back to playfully thumb over a red ear. ]
I liked it. I mean, I--. Maybe not the context. The context kind of sucked, honestly, but I liked...mmm.
[ Now he's a little flustered, sinking further into the bed, cheeks warm. ]
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Date: 2018-11-21 09:29 pm (UTC)What the hell? I SAID, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE... hell... you're...
[A soft exhale leaves him, and then he swallows. The look on Midoriya's face draws all of the ire right out of him for some reason, a far cry from when the mere glance of Midoriya's freckled and round-eyed head would fuel his rage and envy.]
Cut it the fuck out. I said I... [Midoriya isn't gonna listen to him period. This is a useless battle.] So what if I fucking did, huh? Don't give me that shit...
You were-- [The rolling concerns get wedged in the bottle neck of his filtered throat.] If you would have seen your dumbass face in that hole! You were fucking dead! I called you a hundred times, and you wouldn't open your goddamn eyes! What was I supposed to fucing do!
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Date: 2018-11-21 09:42 pm (UTC)You are so loud.
[ He sounds achingly affectionate, though, not angry or condescending. If anything, he's so pleased that he doesn't know what to do with himself, warm down to his bones at such a little thing that means so much to him. Of course, nothing can be easy, because Bakugou continues and his smile fades a little at the edge. ]
I won't let that happen again. [ There's no way to know of course, but he's going to do this best to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again, that he's strong enough to withstand something like that. They had assumed the League wouldn't attack when it was so many of them together but that quirk. The smoke had knocked everyone out, but he doesn't know for how long. He doesn't have his notebook with him, either, but hopefully when everyone comes to visit they'll bring it. ] You were still amazing, Kacchan. You know that right?
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Date: 2018-11-21 09:49 pm (UTC)Don't promise me bullshit, Deku. [At least he doesn't sound completely offended, more... he understands who Izuku Midoriya really is, understands what kind of fate awaits. He thought that already, back when they were young, didn't he? When he yelled at Midoriya for the same thing.
That the future would scare him to death, snatch Midoriya right out of his hands like the other was made of paper.] I'm not a damn moron.
Just... shut up. [His voice loses the peak, and his head loses the strength. It lowers down until he can tuck it against Midoriya's shoulder from across the chest. He doesn't want to look Midoriya in the eyes and listen to uncertain reassurances.] We wouldn't... have been in that shit to start if I was amazing.
Stop patting my fucking ass.
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Date: 2018-11-21 10:16 pm (UTC)I can promise you I'll do my best.
[ His head lowers back down and Midoriya goes back to carding his fingers through his hair, not unlike petting a large, unruly cat that isn't ever fully certain if it likes the affection. The worst part, he thinks, is that Bakugou's never going to fully understand just how good and talented he is. He can say it until he's blue in the face but it's one thing to hear it and another thing to accept it. ]
Your ass is too far for me to pat, but I'm going to keep telling you how amazing you are until I can't, or until you believe it, so you better get used to it.
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Date: 2018-11-21 11:00 pm (UTC)[Midoriya is lucky there’s fingers in his hair. A guilty pleasure he only gets with Midoriya. Very, very rarely with Kirishima because he gets embarrassed and disgruntled, and Kirishima does it teasingly not in soft earnest. Midoriya is the one that brings goosebumps out on his skin. Makes him crave more, want to nuzzle his head into the hands.
He hates it.
His breath comes in low, gentle waves which grow longer and deeper the more they lie in the quiet, the longer Midoriya’s fingers are threaded in his wild hair. Lightly, occasionally, he’ll twitch at the arms, the legs. Not gone completely, not when he murmurs, but close. Midoriya’s solid warmth is a tough bed to resist, and it hadn’t helped to get the cover pulled over.]
Don’t matter... what... mm... Dumbass...
[Who is the real dumbass here? Him. Laid out in another tiny hospital bed on top of another man when they’re both beat to hell and back.] Just... get better... idiot. I’ll kill you... [The nurse that comes suddenly in is just loud enough for him to jump softly all over without rousing completely. Honestly, the nurse is stunned and then also embarassed. It looks quite suspect at first.
And then it looks unsafe, and she softly chastises them for not behaving appropriately in their own beds.]
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Date: 2018-11-21 11:19 pm (UTC)The next day passes horrifically slow. Everyone else comes in throughout visiting hours and Midoriya gets hugged approximately fifty times by his crying mother which makes him cry.
Blessedly, the others bring his go bag, stocked with fresh clothes he'll eventually be able to put on but more importantly, a replacement phone, his notebook(s) and after he manages to bribe Todoroki and Uraraka into it the next day they bring him another bag.
Rather than clothes or other supplies, they've snuck in an assortment of takeout and snacks for them to squirrel away while they're stuck there. The bag is set in his lap and they apologetically have to leave to go do other things, but once they're gone and Midoriya's certain the nurses aren't going to come in and bust them, he gingerly makes his way over to Bakugou's bed and sits on the edge, settling the back onto Bakugou's thighs lightly. ]
Better than hospital food, yeah?
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Date: 2018-11-22 01:58 am (UTC)The other gets a grunt, and his eyes lower to the bag propped on his lap. He doesn’t dig through it at first, just skims what he can with his eyes. Dang. Midoriya out here getting the good shit from everyone else.] We’re gonna fucking get in trouble for this shit.
Where d’you plan to even hide this, huh?
[The book in his hand lowers as his eyes lift to Midoriya’s face, peering curiously between Midoriya’s eyes, searching. Finally, he lifts one hand and rummages gently and curiously in the bag to see what all Midoriya has pilfered from the outside world. Wow, they’ll be in so much trouble. Whatever. This makes up for having to be stuck so long in the hospital.]
You realize that technically, you’re discharged right, idiot? You just keep hanging around like my fucking visitor. [Stupid. Not that he actually minds.] They won’t take your damn cast off any faster because you’re here.
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Date: 2018-11-22 02:04 am (UTC)They might confiscate it but it won't be too bad.
[ All the more reason to just eat all of this now, really. Midoriya plucks out a package of kit-kats and tears open one half, snapping it neatly along the lines so that he can offer Bakugou half. His half, he pops into his mouth and takes a bite out of rather than pulling off a piece like a civilized person. ]
Sure, but I like being here with you and you'd probably get pretty bored anyway. [ Bakugou can absolutely keep himself entertained, but Midoriya wants to stay and really, he ought to anyway while he doesn't have full access to One for All. It's not a matter of him needing to be protected, or Bakugou needing it, but with their statuses, they both effectively have targets on their back and Midoriya knows that he's basically a magnet for trouble. ] I'll just put it in my go-bag; the nurses won't go through it. We'll just make sure we wrap the wrappers up in tissues.
[ Someone has perfected the art of sneaking good food into hospitals, almost like he spent a great deal of time injured in them. Hm. ]
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Date: 2018-11-22 05:17 am (UTC)[Wow, weird how that's a thing.
Slowly, one of Bakugou's thin brows rise questioningly. Or maybe judgingly. Or maybe suspiciously. All of everything. Red eyes peer at the offered Kit Kat. He isn't a super huge fan of sweets, but whatever. Kit Kats were a show of good luck.
Begrudgingly, he reaches out and takes it, sliding it into his mouth not like a savage, but one piece at a time. He chews the first bite, and then sucks on the rest, lets it sit in his mouth with his cheeks tight and his lips together while he continues to dig through the bag.
HM. Also weird how there's a lot of favorites in here. His eyes sneak a pointed glance at Midoriya for a second. Mhm. He's not stupid (sometimes).
Like a sneaky raccoon, he carefully pulls a small bag of Karamucho out of the bag and deposits it in his lap safely until he can get finished with the Kit Kat. He's already opening it by tugging on each side while the Kit Kat melts on his tongue.]
Hide it in tissue, huh? Sounds like someone's a fucking expert on hiding food in hospitals.
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Date: 2018-11-22 05:32 am (UTC)I'm not in them as often, now, but...
[ One shoulder - his good one, lifts and falls in a lazy shrug as he reaches over into the bag and snags an onigiri, unwrapping it a little clumsily. One thing he doesn't expect is how difficult it is when his hand is wrapped like this; he's been so careful about his arms after everything at UA that it's a little jarring every time he remembers the cast and what it might mean.
There's nothing he can do about that now, though, so for the moment he scoots closer and holds the wrapper against his arm, fighting with it as he talks. ]
Iida said that it was probably pretty telling that I had a list of things they knew to get me in the hospital but everyone is always kind enough to bring them even when I didn't ask. [ Midoriya pauses and gives Bakugou a little smile and sideways glance. ] Full disclosure, he's probably going to bring a melon if he hasn't already.
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Date: 2018-11-22 05:44 am (UTC)We're not at the goddamn beach. [Iida, wtf, don't bring them a damn melON AT THE HOSPITAL.] Stop. [Reaching out, he sweeps his hand in and snatches the onigiri away.] You look like an idiot. [Carefully, easily, he opens the plastic--
--glances up, somewhat mischievous, somewhat knowing, an almost kind of bedroom eyes in a strange way, and then he lifts the onigiri to take a frustratingly off-center bite out of the side of the peak of it. He hands it back to Midoriya with a similarly daring look--say some shit to him, he wants it.]
I'm banning them all from coming back in here. They're a pain in my damn ass.
[But he got these treats from them. And he got some treats from Kirishima, plus a few books and comics to keep him busy with what the new phone and the television won't.]
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