“Midoriya-san,” the doctor declared as she approached. “You were dismissed yesterday, did something come up?”
“Ah, hi! No, I was..” Midoriya shifts on one foot, hiding something behind his back as he turns toward the doctor. She had tended to Midoriya over his injuries, which were luckily minor enough after everything that happened. Over his cheek a patch rested, and his shoulder was still bound in some wraps to protect the scabs. “I was hoping to see someone.”
“We don’t really do visiting for-“ but she paused as she saw his eyes turned away from her, gaze hardset on the door marked temporarily with Bakugou’s name and remembered what he hid behind his back. For a moment she paused before sighing, and waved her hand toward the door. “We haven’t spoken to him since he arrived, but we suspect he’s already woken up once. Let us know if he’s woken up.” She seemed tired.
Midoriya snapped to, cheeks flushed as he was caught in the act. “Th…thank you!” She was already leaving. Even with permission, Midoriya fussed and fidgeted as he eyeballed the door to Bakugou’s room, rolling between his fingers a ‘get well soon’ bouquet he had picked out for the boy. Why was this so hard? The years which have passed since Midoriya had obtained his quirk, there was reason enough to believe that he and Bakugou were on different terms, but still, Bakugou’s abrasiveness never seemed to subside. They never became friends again like Midoriya had wished – and it felt weird to realize so late that it was all he ever wanted.
He pulled the flowers in front of him and stared at the card, Get well soon Kacchan, it read, and he asked himself stupidly why he had decided to put the name down… of course Bakugou would know from that alone it was him who wrote it. He didn’t know how to grow out of that old, childhood name. Mustering his courage, he knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Kacchan?” There was no answer, and he slipped into the room.
No surprise, he thought, as he wandered into the room to find Bakugou sleeping quietly in the hospital bed. His patching up was just a little worse than Midoriya’s own, with his head wrapped in bandages as well as one hand. Midoriya smiled as he looked at the sleeping boy, muttering easily “Kacchan looks like a whole ‘nother person in his sleep.” There was no scrunch to his eyebrow, no wrinkle under his waterline. Though he was supposedly still unconscious, he still seemed to be doing little more than sleeping, something he expected of the rambunctious boy. Dropping his bag, Midoriya pulled out a vase from the open zipper and placed it on the table beside his bed before fitting the flowers in after it. They looked nice – he thought the yarrow in the arrangement looked nice across from Bakugou’s platinum hair. Shifting his gaze along Bakugou’s body, he took note of each bit of damage visible beyond his gown, especially staring at the hand.
“You’re so reckless…” Midoriya muttered, thinking of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there, but a twitch in Bakugou’s hand quickly brings him back to reality and he looks up.
“Ugh…” Bakugou groaned as he shifted to sitting, his gaze lifted to been Midoriya’s and immediately he snears: “Asshole, what are you loo-“ But his voice stops, hesitates, and draws his hands close to his head “What the fuck, is there shit in my ears?” He pokes and prods at his ears before looking at Midoriya again. “What the hell is going on? Hey!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE?”
Midoriya stared with mouth agape at Bakugou as he prattled on, confused as to what was happening in front of him. Bakugou was just short of yelling each statement, his voice growing louder and louder with each moment. Swallowing, Midoriya responds after a painful silence. “Kacchan, can’t you hear yourself?”
“Stop mumbling, you piece of shit!!!”
Midoriya shakes his head, “I’m not mumbling!!” he shouts, but his words fall on… “Oh no.” Midoriya backs away, looking around for a writing utensil. “The marker board!” Grabbing the marker in the tray, he writes out clearly and as large as he can. “I’m getting a doctor,” before running out the door.
“What the hell- HEY, GET BACK HERE!” Bakugou clamours out of bed after Midoriya, but each moment of silence draws closer and closer in on him. There was no sound as the sheets ruffled against each other – nothing like the pad of feet as his souls struck the ground – not even the slap of skin on the frame of the door as he caught himself from running into the hospital hall. All around him was utter silence, even the siren screaming outside the building did not reach him. His knees felt weak as he watched Midoriya run from him; the world has lost its color.
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“Ah, hi! No, I was..” Midoriya shifts on one foot, hiding something behind his back as he turns toward the doctor. She had tended to Midoriya over his injuries, which were luckily minor enough after everything that happened. Over his cheek a patch rested, and his shoulder was still bound in some wraps to protect the scabs. “I was hoping to see someone.”
“We don’t really do visiting for-“ but she paused as she saw his eyes turned away from her, gaze hardset on the door marked temporarily with Bakugou’s name and remembered what he hid behind his back. For a moment she paused before sighing, and waved her hand toward the door. “We haven’t spoken to him since he arrived, but we suspect he’s already woken up once. Let us know if he’s woken up.” She seemed tired.
Midoriya snapped to, cheeks flushed as he was caught in the act. “Th…thank you!” She was already leaving. Even with permission, Midoriya fussed and fidgeted as he eyeballed the door to Bakugou’s room, rolling between his fingers a ‘get well soon’ bouquet he had picked out for the boy. Why was this so hard? The years which have passed since Midoriya had obtained his quirk, there was reason enough to believe that he and Bakugou were on different terms, but still, Bakugou’s abrasiveness never seemed to subside. They never became friends again like Midoriya had wished – and it felt weird to realize so late that it was all he ever wanted.
He pulled the flowers in front of him and stared at the card, Get well soon Kacchan, it read, and he asked himself stupidly why he had decided to put the name down… of course Bakugou would know from that alone it was him who wrote it. He didn’t know how to grow out of that old, childhood name. Mustering his courage, he knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Kacchan?” There was no answer, and he slipped into the room.
No surprise, he thought, as he wandered into the room to find Bakugou sleeping quietly in the hospital bed. His patching up was just a little worse than Midoriya’s own, with his head wrapped in bandages as well as one hand. Midoriya smiled as he looked at the sleeping boy, muttering easily “Kacchan looks like a whole ‘nother person in his sleep.” There was no scrunch to his eyebrow, no wrinkle under his waterline. Though he was supposedly still unconscious, he still seemed to be doing little more than sleeping, something he expected of the rambunctious boy. Dropping his bag, Midoriya pulled out a vase from the open zipper and placed it on the table beside his bed before fitting the flowers in after it. They looked nice – he thought the yarrow in the arrangement looked nice across from Bakugou’s platinum hair. Shifting his gaze along Bakugou’s body, he took note of each bit of damage visible beyond his gown, especially staring at the hand.
“You’re so reckless…” Midoriya muttered, thinking of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there, but a twitch in Bakugou’s hand quickly brings him back to reality and he looks up.
“Ugh…” Bakugou groaned as he shifted to sitting, his gaze lifted to been Midoriya’s and immediately he snears: “Asshole, what are you loo-“ But his voice stops, hesitates, and draws his hands close to his head “What the fuck, is there shit in my ears?” He pokes and prods at his ears before looking at Midoriya again. “What the hell is going on? Hey!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME ASSHOLE?”
Midoriya stared with mouth agape at Bakugou as he prattled on, confused as to what was happening in front of him. Bakugou was just short of yelling each statement, his voice growing louder and louder with each moment. Swallowing, Midoriya responds after a painful silence. “Kacchan, can’t you hear yourself?”
“Stop mumbling, you piece of shit!!!”
Midoriya shakes his head, “I’m not mumbling!!” he shouts, but his words fall on… “Oh no.” Midoriya backs away, looking around for a writing utensil. “The marker board!” Grabbing the marker in the tray, he writes out clearly and as large as he can. “I’m getting a doctor,” before running out the door.
“What the hell- HEY, GET BACK HERE!” Bakugou clamours out of bed after Midoriya, but each moment of silence draws closer and closer in on him. There was no sound as the sheets ruffled against each other – nothing like the pad of feet as his souls struck the ground – not even the slap of skin on the frame of the door as he caught himself from running into the hospital hall. All around him was utter silence, even the siren screaming outside the building did not reach him. His knees felt weak as he watched Midoriya run from him; the world has lost its color.