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quinncupine · 8 months

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So glad your request are open I love your writing! Here’s a request for you, Deku x fem reader where he’s out on patrol and calls his s/o to check up on her and she doesn’t answer, so he goes home and and sees someone holding the reader hostage and he saves her. Protective worried Izuku wins my heart every time lol

I definitely got a little carried away with this one. This request was a bit similar to the last one, so I took a few liberties, but I hope you'll enjoy it all the same!

Failsafe

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Female Reader

Word count: ~7,600

Warnings: Blood, mild language, guns, explosvies, violence

MASTERLIST

The phone buzzed for a second time in his pocket. With a distracted sigh, he pulled it out, only getting a momentary glance at the caller's I.D. Your picture lit up the screen, and he couldn't help the smirk that pulled at the corners of his lips. He moved to answer it, but someone laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Deku, the negotiator just finished the call." Detective Tsukauchi said with a grim look. "Dynamight just arrived as well."

Izuku glanced back down at the phone and declined the call with a promise to call you back once this situation had been handled.

The command center that had been hastily assembled outside of the museum buzzed with activity. Officers had scattered about, all running orders and securing the perimeter of the increasing amount of curious onlookers. Evening had set upon them, bathing the area in golden rays blended with the flashing lights of the nearby cruisers.

Both men headed towards the back of a S.W.A.T. vehicle where Dynamight stood, grumbling about something to a man right outside the truck.

"Dynamight!" Deku called to his old friend as they approached, "It's good to see you! We'll not under these conditions, I suppose."

Hearing his name on familiar lips, he tensed, and turned to glare at the bright beam of a smile being shot his way. "Of course, you'd be here," was his apparent greeting.

"I'm glad you're here," Tsukauchi said to the feisty hero with a nod. "I'm sure you've been briefed on the situation at hand."

"Yeah, a bunch of rich ditz's got themselves kidnapped during their own fundraiser." He snipped, crossing his arms. "The idiots robbing the joint made a mistake during their little heist and decided to make things worse."

Tsukauchi cleared his throat. "Um, well, yes I suppose you could put it that way." Then he turned his attention to the man Katsuki had been talking to earlier. "This is Agent DeLuca. He's our chief negotiator tonight. He'll fill you in on the rest."

"Right," the older man nodded, looking between the three of them, "I've made contact with their leader. He didn't have much to say except for a list of outrageous demands."

"Outrageous?" Izuku asked, curious.

"Yeah," the man chuckled before turning serious. "They want a helicopter landed on that roof," he pointed to the museum, "five fresh pizza's waiting in said helicopter, along with four crates of top shelf sake. They want it all within twenty-eight minutes, or they'll execute their first hostage. And by my count, we have twenty-four minutes left."

"Pizza and booze?" Katuski scoffed. "What're they playin' at?"

"Twenty-eight minutes is a pretty specific timeframe." Izuku cocked his head. "And with those kind of demands It almost seems like they're waiting for something. Stalling."

The phone in his pocket buzzed again but this time he simply reached in and turned it off, mind swirling with possible theories. They had to be aiming toward a bigger goal here. What weren't they seeing?

"Do we have eyes and ears inside?" He peeked into the truck where a wall of screens shone through.

"We managed to patch through to the security system, but they've been hacked. They're just playing the same loop on repeat. We do have a specialist currently working on overriding it, but that's gonna take time." The detective rubbed his head while he explained. "From what we can gather, they still have roughly 18 guests and staff held hostage."

"And that quirk barrier is preventing anyone from getting in," Izuku murmured, examining the building. It emitted a faint purple aura. "I bet holding that up takes a lot of stamina. That could be why they were on such a specific time frame."

"Our men tried to get through." Tsukauchi frowned. "Anyone who touched that thing ended up numb from the shock. That's why you two are here. It might be possible to break through with your quirks. The only problem is alerting the captors."

"They said they'd start shooting the moment anyone stepped foot in that building. Agent DeLuca explained. "At the moment, we're in a deadly stalemate."

Tsukauchi's phone rang, and he excused himself.

Izuku pinched his bottom lip in thought as he faced the building. There were a few ways they could go about this. With Dynamight here, it should make things a little easier. However, he needed to be sure to keep the lives of the civilians as his first priority. So maybe if he-

"Deku," Tsukauchi grabbed his shoulder, pulling him from his ruminations. "Your wife is calling."

He blinked. You were calling again. When he instinctively reached into his pocket wondering how the detective new that, he paused, finally noticing the phone in his hand. Then he noticed the deep-set frown on his face.

A million questions scrambled through his head, but he locked them down in favor of taking the phone. "Hey, is everything alright?"

"Deku, listen closely," you said quietly. Your voice didn't sound right. A slightly slurred warbled edge.

had the baby hairs on his neck on end. "You're going to…to let the men in the museum leave unscathed. You will not pursue. Do this, and everyone gets -" You hitched your breath "- everyone gets to live."

A lingering silence pressed between the two of you. Your labored breaths a loud echo to his ears. It was wrong. So very wrong.

"Are you hurt?" He finally spoke, locking eyes with a concerned detective.

A shuddered sob answered him. It locked his heart in a vice grip to hear you so frightened. So vulnerable. How long had you been like that? How many calls did you try to make to him, and he simply ignored them all? Right when you needed him most. An equal flood of guilt and rage filled his veins. He could feel the sparks of his quirk begging to be let out in the wake of his anger, but he had to reel it in for your sake.

Behind your erratic panic, he could hear it.

The faint puffs of air around your own tattered breaths. Someone was there. Someone was there with you. And if he didn't act carefully, your life would be on the line.

"You have tw-twenty minutes to either s-save the innocent people in that building or come f-find me. There's not…there's not enough time to do both. If not…" you faltered before taking in a sharp drag of air and screaming. "Don't do it, Izuku! Save them! It's a trap. There's a-"

The call abruptly ended.

He stared at the screen. Too many conflicting emotions were battling for control to think clearly. Someone, a villain, had taken you. That much he was certain. There were more men than those five stuck in the museum. But it didn't add up. Even if there was someone from this crew working from the outside, there would simply not be enough time to plan something like this on the spot. Unless…unless it had been orchestrated from the start.

"Deku!" Katsuki snatched the phone out of his hands with an annoyed growl. "Get your head out of your ass. What was that about? You sayin' there's more of these losers?"

Izuku flinched at his words, not realizing he'd been mumbling.

"It's-she…they-" he locked eyes with Katsuki, "-they have her."

He straightened, glancing between the detective and Izuku. "Explain."

And so he did.

A nervous energy he couldn't quite tamper down ran rampant through his body. He itched to just take off and leave to go find you right then and there. But there was more to this than they realized, and if he ran headlong without forethought, it could put not just you but the other hostages in danger.

"That bastard!" Katsuki snapped. "They want to divide our forces. They think they can escape that way."

Yes, Izuku figured as much, but it still didn't change the fact that you were in some slimy villain's hand. He'd already tracked your location from the phone. It pinged from home, but whether you were still with it was up in the air. Those calls he'd missed seemed to be mocking him now.

He couldn't forgive himself for that.

You were calling for help.

You were calling for help, and he didn't answer.

You were calling for help, and he didn't come the one time you truly needed him.

What kind of lousy hero was he?

"Stop that," Katsuki slapped him upside the head, non to gentle either. "I know what you're thinking idiot. This isn't your fault. You just happened to be their target."

"What?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head.

"If they actually put a few braincells together to plan this thing, then it would make sense to have a backup plan. A failsafe of sorts." He tossed a glare towards the building before focusing back on Izuku. "They must've known your route. They must've planned for you to be in the area. What better way to take you out of the equation than to create your own hostage situation? Draw the heroes away."

"I believe Dynamight's got the right idea. They have more men involved than we thought. We'll need to revise our plan." Tsukauchi turned to relay this new information to the command tent.

"We're wasting time." Izuku turned to Katsuki, eyes wide and almost pleading. "I need to go. We're on a time limit. Whatever he has planned….I have to save her."

"You don't think I know that?" He scoffed. "I can handle things here easily. I bet those dumbasses didn't expect me to show up. My route doesn't fall into this sector."

Izuku nodded, grateful that he had arrived, then paused. "Why are you here?"

"Because I had to track down that bastard mugger that managed to escape through here. And if you thought I'd let you steal my crook, then you're dead wrong." He puffed up, daring Izuku to challenge him.

"First time a mugging actually worked in our favor then." He chuckled ironically and grabbed Katsuki's shoulder, his small smile slipping. "Thank you. I'll radio you as soon as I get her back."

"Yeah, yeah," he shrugged off his hand and shooed him away. "Now get out of here before I have to show you up again."

"Wait, Deku," Tsukauchi jogged back over, "I'm coming with you."

"I appreciate it, but I'm faster airborne." Izuku explained, impatience rearing itself in the form of a harried sigh.

"I know, but you're here under our jurisdiction. This kidnapping falls under that. I'm coming." He pulled out his keys and headed towards his car. "We can't rush into this without our own plan. Dynamight can handle things on this end, but i'm coming as backup. There are too many lives at stake here. If you barge in there with quirks blazing and emotions clouding your judgment, then it could spook the boss into doing something we'd all regret."

Logically, Izuku knew this. He did. But he also felt that overstored anger directing itself towards the detective. Izuku could handle a hostage situation. He's handled them before, and he most likely will have to handle them again. Then the rational side to his brain told him it would be good to have backup in case things did end up going wrong. Regardless, he couldn't waste any more time by arguing, so he simply nodded and got in the car.

The moment Tsukauchi started the car, he peeled out past the gathered crowd, straight towards Izuku's home. The same home he shared with you.

The house was silent aside from the low buzz of the television in the other room. It played some show Izuku had been watching earlier before he left for his evening patrol. A hero documentary he's made you watch hundreds of times already. You absentmindedly listened to it as you cooked dinner, making sure to make leftovers for him to reheat once he returned from work.

After making a plate for yourself and storing some in the fridge for him, you dumped everything in the sink for a soak with the intent to come back later to clean. The meal smelled good if your rumbling stomach had anything to say about it. Washing up your hands, you took your plate into the dining room where you could finish watching the show.

On the way there, the lights flickered overhead before the power went out. You paused, staring around in the darkness to see if it would come back on. With the television off, the lifelessness seem quite foreboding as you stood all alone. Left in the quiet of the apartment, you set the plate down and headed into the living room where your phone sat on the coffee table. A quick call to the power company should clear this up.

When you stepped into the living room, using muscle memory to feel your way to the coffee table, the lights suddenly flickered back to life. You blinked rapidly to readjust your eyes as light flooded your vision. Glancing around the empty room, you wondered what had made the power surge like that.

"Weird," you whispered to yourself as you picked up the remote to turn the television back on.

One look at the flatscreen, and you gasped, dropping the remote. A dark, murky shape loomed behind you in the reflection, and before you even had time to react, a sweaty hand wrapped around your mouth and pulled you right off your feet.

You were slammed down into the carpet with a hard smack to your side. The attacker didn't give you much reprieve as you were hoisted back up and thrown onto the coffee table, smashing a vase full of flowers and knocking everything off as he dragged you across the wood surface.

It took a few seconds for your brain to pick up on what happened, and you shoved your legs under his arms and kicked as hard as you could in the groin. He yelped and let go, stumbling back into the couch, clutching himself.

That defense only bought you a limited amount of time. You scrambled off the table and landed on your knees, still a bit disoriented. The phone had landed underneath it, undamaged, in a stroke of luck. Dropping to your stomach, you reached under and nabbed the device.

You knew exactly who to call.

The intruder's hands latched onto your ankle just as you gripped the phone. He pulled your leg so hard you were sure something popped out of its socket. You screamed and twisted over, kicking at him wildly.

He didn't bother trying to hide his face. The man towered over you. He sported a neatly trimmed silver beard with matching square eyes that drilled an icy glare into your own.

"Stop fucking moving!" He growled as you kicked his knee and he doubled over, releasing you.

"Get away!" you screamed out, scurrying to your feet and dashing around the couch in an effort to make it to the door. "Help!" With the phone in your hands, you dialed in the number. He could respond faster than any police. And you would just feel better hearing his voice.

The phone rang twice before it disconnected. There wasn't much time to think about it as you made it to the door. You turned the knob, but a much larger hand snatched your wrist at the same time. The door slammed shut along with your hope.

He towered over you for a terrifying moment before he rammed you into the door. Your body dropped to the floor like a sack of rocks. Pain seared up against your spine where you had impacted.

The phone landed out of reach, corner of the screen smashed. You just prayed it would work.

Still disoriented, you didn't react much when his burly hands seized your throat and easily lifted you off the floor. Panic set in. You didn't even realize what had happened until it was too late. When it did catch back up, you scratched anything you could reach in an exhausted effort to release the pressure on your neck. The only sounds that managed to escape were wheezing gasps that held no form.

Regardless of how this scenario ended, you knew it wouldn't end well for you. This man had strength on his side. Fighting him would be a mistake, so you had to figure out a way to escape. Or, at the very least, call for help. Unless you could reach your phone, you were screwed.

Slippered feet struggled to try to pry him off you. His fingers only seemed to tighten further. Black ebbed at the corners of your vision, and pain blossomed up your head. Thinking, let alone, fighting seemed nearly impossible.

As your swirling vision dimmed, your foot managed to connect with his stomach. You dug your heel in as hard as you could. The fingers around your neck loosened slightly, and the only thing you could think to do was bite down on his hand.

He yelped and threw you against the door where you slumped forward onto your knees, gasping for air. The phone sat within reach, but first you swung out, and sucker punched him right where it hurts most for a second time. He roared and fell backward.

You used the opportunity to dive for your phone and redial Izuku's number, praying he would answer quickly. With a tight grip on the phone, you launched to your feet, swaying dangerously as you stumbled for balance. That hit to your head did more damage than you thought. You were almost sure you had a concussion.

Turning to the door, you glanced down and your heart sunk. It had gone to voicemail again. What was happening? He always answered.

"You're not going anywhere!" He yelled, staggering back to his feet.

Shit. You couldn’t think clearly and wasted too much time stumbling around. Now, he stood between you and the door, giving you quite the death glare.

"Please, just take whatever you want!" you tensed as he stepped closer. "Just…please just let me go."

"That's kinda hard when it's you that I need, now ain't it sweetheart?" He sneered, grabbing hold of the collar of your shirt and twisting you around into a headlock. "Now come on, we've got a schedule to keep."

He squeezed hard, forcing you to shuffle forward, away from the door. He wanted to keep you here? Why? If this had been kidnapping, you were sure he would've taken you somewhere else. Why keep you here unless… Actually, you didn't want to think of those implications.

"Sit," he ordered, not giving you much choice as he shoved you into one of the dining room chairs.

You could try to run again, but you doubted you'd get very far before he caught up to you. And you weren't too keen on figuring out if he really wanted to keep you alive or not. He already looked pissed off as it was.

"What do you want?" you asked, hating how wobbly your voice sounded.

"I want you to make a call," he said, placing a hand on the back of the chair and the table, essentially trapping you between them, "to that little hero of yours."

He wanted you to call Izuku? That was strange. Usually, villains try to steer clear of heroes, not invite them to their crimes. He must have some plan to try to lure Izuku here to do who knows what. As much as you wanted him to come, you also didn't want to walk him right into a trap.

You steeled your nerves and glared up at him. "No."

"Oh, so you wanna play hero now, do ya?" He grinned. "Think you're ready to play in the big leagues, huh? Let's see if ya are!"

His hand moved too quickly. You nearly tumbled out of the chair as his palm struck your cheek. Aching streaks of pain weaved across your stinging skin.

"Don't test me." He leaned so close you could smell the tobacco on his breath. "You're gonna want to make that call, sweetheart, trust me."

He leaned across the table and dragged a large duffle bag into view. How long that had been sitting there, you weren't sure. You actually weren't even sure how he got into the locked apartment in the first place. It seemed a little late to worry about that now, though. With a sadistic smirk, he unzipped the bag and let you have a peek inside. It nearly made your heart stop.

"Now," He pulled out a stack of notecards from his coat and forced them into your hands. "Your job is simple. All you have to do is read these cards. Simple enough, eh?"

As you scanned the cards, your stomach flipped. Did he really expect you to read this? You were too distracted to see him pull out your phone until he grabbed your wrist and used your thumb to unlock it. He put it on speaker as the phone rang. It barely rang once before it went straight to voicemail for a third time. You were starting to worry Izuku had been hurt and unable to answer somehow.

"Hmm," the villain stared at the phone thoughtfully. "Guess he doesn't care so much about ya, huh?"

"Don't say that! You don't know anything about him!" You spit out, then bit your tongue, knowing you shouldn't stoop to his barbs.

"Well, I know he's too busy to answer ya darlin." He chuckled and dialed in a new number. "I'm sure the detective will be more willing to talk, yeah?"

Detective? You only knew one detective. It still struck you as odd that he would call the police on himself. But with the cards and what he had stored in that bag, you were starting to understand your role in all this.

The phone rang, and this time, someone did answer. You refused to say anything. It would be too dangerous to bring him here. Not with what he had planned.

That turned out to be the wrong decision as the man reached into his coat and brought out a handgun. He used the barrel to tap the cards.

"Deku," you whispered, glaring up at the criminal.

"Y/N? It's unusual to hear from you at this hour. Are you alright?" He sounded concerned.

"I…need to speak to Deku," you blinked hard. "Please."

A notable pause hung in the air before he hesitantly spoke. "…alright."

Tsukauchi was a smart man. One of the few who you thought could hold a candle to Izuku's analytical skills. If he could already tell something was wrong, then Izuku would pick up on it immediately.

Suddenly, his voice came on and threw you for a loop. They were already together? It must have to do with whatever these cards meant. It could be the reason he didn't answer. Izuku could be caught up in a case already. But the real question is how did the man know that, let alone know you would have Tsukauchi's number.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He sounded confused with a concerned undertone.

The cards shook in your hands as you scanned them again, debating just going off script. But with that gun looming in front of your face, you wisely decided to play nice.

"Deku, listen closely," you began quietly, knowing your voice had a slight quiver he would undoubtedly pick up on. "You're going to…let the men in the museum leave unscathed. Do this and everyone gets," those next words caught in your throat, "everyone gets to live."

They were using you as some sort of ploy to try to escape whatever situation this gang had found themselves in. Everything about this was just wrong. Now, Izuku would have to worry about rescuing you while also trying to do his job. You loathed every minute of it.

"Are you hurt?" His voice, quiet and low, betrayed the calm air he tried to maintain. A characteristic tone you've heard before. Anger and frustration just barely concealed.

The fact that he knew you were in danger filled you with a sort of relief that now he could finally do something about it. He could fix this. He always managed to fix things.

You tried to answer, but only a garbled sob of mixed syllables spilled from your mouth. It took you a moment to compose yourself again as the man huffed at you, tapping the cards impatiently with his gun.

"You have tw-twenty minutes to decide." More disturbing things were written, but you needed to warn him about what kind of trap he was walking himself into. "Don't do it, Izuku! Save them! It's a trap. There's a-"

The phone crunched in half under his brute strength and he threw it against the wall. Despite your very real fear, you managed to smirk at him. In hindsight, making a man with a gun angry was probably the worst thing to do in your situation. You learned that the hard way as he twirled the gun to his other hand and with a violent swing, he whipped the side of your head, knocking you clean off your chair.

Head throbbing, you clutched the gash just above your temple. A warm, sticky trail of dark red dripped down to your cheek.

"Got a loud mouth, don't ya?" he grinned and hauled you up only to drag you across the floor and dump your ragdoll form into the middle of the living room. You couldn't hide the panic as he knelt by your face, plopping the black duffle from the table next to him. "I'll just leave ya with a little present to greet your hero with. How does that sound. A nice parting gift."

The drive couldn't have taken any longer in Izuku's opinion. Even if Tsukauchi flew down the road, he still wasn't getting there fast enough. A few times, he had been tempted to just jump out and fly the rest of the way there.

He bounced his leg impatiently, glaring out the window as the silence seemed to permeate the air around them.

"We'll get her back," Tsukauchi broke the silence first.

Izuku turned his attention back to his phone. The three missed calls from you berated him each time he looked. He willed his leg to still, but all that pent up adrenaline didn't have any other outlet to escape from.

"This is my fault," he mumbled.

"No, it's not. There's no way you could have predicted this. No one could." Tsuhauchi sighed, turning sharply onto the next street. This was a conversation he'd had with the young man on multiple occasions. He was starting to understand how All Might felt, practically raising the boy through high school. "The only people to blame are the criminals responsible. You know that as well as I do. Thinking that way is only falling into their trap."

He made a noncommittal sound, turning back to obsessing over the missed calls. The rest of the ride was made in silence. Izuku had gotten so lost in thought that he didn't realize they'd parked until Tsukauchi opened the door.

Silently cursing, he blinked back into reality and got out of the car. The two of them headed for the apartment building. Your last known location was here. Though Izuku had doubts that you'd still be here. Most kidnappers took their victims to secondary locations.

They burst through the lobby, startling a poor woman taking her dog out for a walk. She jumped out of the way as they rushed past, yelping when she saw Tsukauchi's drawn gun. They paid her no mind, set on reaching their target.

Izuku took the lead. He raced up the stairs with a spark of his quirk, only stopping when he reached the right floor. Tsukauchi trailed up behind him at his fastest pace. He paused when the door came into view. Closed and undamaged. Whatever lay beyond might be an entirely different story, and it had his heart racing with fear.

"Take it slow," Tsukauchi huffed when he reached the last step. "We don't know what's waiting for us."

"I know," Izuku nodded, taking a spot in front of the door.

He signaled for the detective to take the side. Whoever was in there was sure to be expecting Izuku. He would have to act quickly. When they were in position he readied Fa-jin to break down the door with a strong kick of his leg, but the moment he lifted it, that sharp stab of Danger Sense screamed at him. He tensed and prepared to dodge whatever threat was coming his way, but when nothing came, he set his foot down, examining the door with a critical eye.

"Something's not right," he whispered, hand gently grabbing the handle.

The knob turned slowly in his hand and opened the door just slightly. Danger Sense lit up his spine once again. He drew in a sharp breath when he finally saw where the danger lay.

Opening the door any further could trigger whatever nasty surprise waited inside. He let go of the handle in favor of leaning closer to try to get a glimpse of the room. From his narrow line of sight, he didn't see anything amiss. He would need to see further somehow.

A shimmering line of wire ran across the entryway.

Trap, his mind so helpfully supplied.

"Here," Tsukauchi pulled out a small mirror with a telescopic rod attached. "Use this."

Izuku took it without question. The police had all sorts of gadgets at their disposal. He was just thankful Tsukauchi was here.

As discreetly as he could, he slipped the mirror partly into the doorframe. It gave him a full view of the living room. What he saw nearly made his racing heart stall.

The room was a mess. The coffee table had been kicked over, and the couch pushed off to the side to make room for the single dining chair plopped directly into the center of the disaster. The worst part was the person he cared for most sitting… no, tied to the chair. You were slumped forward and seemingly out cold. A gash in the side of your head trailed dark sticky blood down the side of your face and onto your shirt. Even from a distance, he could tell it was still wet. Still fresh.

You were draped in a throw blanket, which he found odd. It sent alarm bells off in his head. On the other hand, this entire situation was just one blaring alarm.

He was so close. All he needed to do was figure out a way to get to you without tripping any booby traps.

Angling the mirror down, he tracked where the nearly invisible wire led to. His eyes followed it across the floor and right up to you. It threaded under the blanket that had been wrapped across your chest. As he leaned in further to try to see you better, the door creaked slightly.

It caught your attention.

You stirred with a groan and when you looked up, he could see the duct tape sealed over your mouth. As you straightened in your seat, the blanket slipped from your shoulders.

He finally realized why the wire led to you.

"Tsukauchi," Izuku whispered, a slight tremble to his voice. "I need you to evacuate the building and…and call the bomb squad."

It took a few precious minutes, but Izuku had exited the building and now stood on the fire escape, examining the window. Another wire had been threaded around the handle. If he lifted it, it could trigger the bomb. He would need to go about this carefully.

The only good thing was that the top part of the window seemed to be unaffected. After scoping out the interior, he'd come to the conclusion that the man had fled. A smart choice. If you strap your hostage with an explosive, you don't want to be around for the aftermath. A dumb choice to target someone Izuku loved. He'd find the man later, that much he vowed. Right now, he just needed to get you as far from that bomb as possible.

He took a deep breath and in one solid strike, he shattered the top portion of the window. That startled you enough to flinch in your seat, pulling the wires taut.

"Hey, it's alright," Izuku called out softly as he navigated through the window, careful of any more surprises. "It's just me. It's Izuku."

You deflated a little, nodding to show you understood.

The moment he landed, he carefully picked his way through the room until he came face-to-face with you. Your eyes carefully tracked his movement, wary of the various strings attached to the heavy vest you were wearing. He knelt in front of the chair, cupping your bruised cheeks. At the soft contact, you squeezed your eyes shut to blink away the tears.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm right here," He kept his voice low and comforting as he offered you a small smile. "I'll get you out of this, I promise."

Then he dropped his attention down to the explosive. They had strapped you into a Kevlar vest with the clunky explosive sewn right into the fabric. The most worrisome thing was the clock. The numbers were steadily counting down.

Nearly four minutes left.

A time limit.

You did say he had twenty minutes to decide. Didn't the criminals inside the museum say something similar? They must've been working off the same clock. No wonder they gave such a specific time frame.

"Don't worry," he said, looking up when you made a muffled whine of a cry. "I've got people coming to help. People who can disarm this thing in no time." He glanced at the kitchen where you kept the knives. "I just need to get it off you first."

Your reaction caught him off guard. You wildly shook your head, careful of the wires pulling around you. He turned back to you, eyes wide, and hands held out in a pacifying gesture. You only seemed to grow more desperate, shaking your head faster.

"Hey," he laid a hand on your cheek to stop you and forced you to look in his eyes. "Okay, okay."

As you fought back your ragged breaths through your nose, he gently gripped the edges of the tape and slowly peeled it back. You winced as the tape pulled against your skin. The moment your mouth could move, you went into a panicked rant.

"You can't! You can't cut it," you cried, words jumbling over each other as you tried to push them all out at once. "There's a- a failsafe inside the vest. You cut it, and it triggers the bomb. It's the same for these wires," you eyed the wires all connected to various parts of the room. "Any of them pulls too tightly, and it explodes. But the time limit - oh my god, Izuku. It's almost up, I don't - there's no time! There's no time!"

He wrapped his scarred fingers around your chin to center your focus and shushed you before you could run out of breath. "It's going to be okay. I'm here now. I'll get you out of this." His eyes tracked over the vest again, scanning every part of it. He didn't want to tell you that the bomb squad would be at least ten more minutes. There was no time to wait for them. "I'll be right back. Trust me, I promise I'll get you out of this."

If your hands were untied, you would've reached out to stop him. Now that he had come, you were terrified of him leaving. He had a comforting presence that everyone had come to rely on as a hero. He always kept his word. If anyone could get you out of this nightmare, it would be Izuku. You just had to trust he knew what to do. Though the bomb strapped to your chest had built up a raw terror in your chest, making it hard to get even a solid breath in.

Izuku, true to his word, only disappeared for a moment before he returned, kneeling at your side with a knife. "I can disarm it."

Could he? You didn't want to doubt his skills, but you also didn't remember him ever working with bombs like this before.

"Didn't I tell you about those few weeks I spent with SWAT?" He smirked as if reading your mind. "Taught me all sorts of cool stuff." There was a hard edge to his casual tone as he pried open the front of the device to reveal the bevy of wires inside. "This was nothing compared to the kinds of stuff we did. I'll have you out in no time."

You nodded. It was about as much movement the vest would allow at the moment. You could scarcely believe a small contraption like this could be your doom in a matter of mere minutes.

"Izuku," you whispered, looking up at the ceiling as if that would put any distance from you and this death machine. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He asked, eyes flitting up to meet yours before he refocused on the wires. "This isn't your fault."

Silence fell over the room as you absorbed that. Your fingers held a death grip on the arms of your chair, pulling against the restraints. It felt as if the room grew smaller. The beeping only seemed to be getting louder by the second. Panic had nestled itself deep in your chest, spreading throughout your body as the seconds passed.

"H-how much longer?" You dared to peer down at the clock, angling your head to try to see for yourself.

He didn't answer. You watched his fingers hover over the wires, subtly glancing at the timer but refusing to speak. In other words, not long.

"How much, Izuku?" you said again, gritting your teeth.

"Two minutes," he finally ground out. "I've almost got this figured out. I just need to make sure this one is- it should be…" he trailed off, as his finger followed where the wire connected.

Two minutes.

That wasn't a lot of time. You both knew that much.

"Izuku, I don't want you dying too. Please, just go." You warbled out, straining your head up to the ceiling again to try to stop the ebb of tears. "I don't want you dying for me."

"No one is dying tonight," Izuku chose a wire and locked eyes with you. That determination you'd grown so used to seeing cemented on his face. He looked so confident, you almost believed anything was possible. Hell, maybe it was in a world with someone as determined as him. "Are you ready?"

Drawing in a forced breath, you chewed on your lip and nodded. He hesitated for just a moment before bending the wire and cutting it with the knife. The two of you sat in complete silence, breaths held as he stared at the timer. The numbers stopped just before the minute mark, and relief sagged through his body.

"See, I told you I-" the words died on his tongue as the clock beeped twice and suddenly began counting down at double the speed. "-shit!"

"Get out of here!" You tried to shove him away with what little movement you had in the restraints, wires be damned if it meant he could still survive. "Please, save yourself! Go!"

"NO!" he pulled at the bundle of wires, muttering as his eyes darted between them. "I made a promise, and I refuse to break it! There's no way I'd ever leave you!"

He picked a wire and sliced through it. You squeezed your eyes shut with a whimper.

The beeping stopped again with eight seconds to spare.

Izuku froze, body tense as he stared at the machine, daring it to start again. After a few terrifying seconds, he looked up at you, wide-eyed and slightly shaky. He swallowed, setting his face into a more composed look as he offered you a small smile.

"It worked." He breathed out.

Those unbidden tears leaked from your eyes as you drooped your head froward with a heavy sigh of relief. All that terror that you were storing had nowhere to go. Every part of you buzzed with adrenaline. You were quite literally shaking in your socks.

"Hey," he set down the knife and found your chin. "Are you okay?"

"Still got a bomb strapped to me so 'okay' is a bit relative at the moment." You coughed a harsh chuckle out. Maybe it was the frayed nerves trying to find an outlet out of your system, but you laughed again, harder this time, your body just expelling all your emotions out in the form of near hysteric laughter.

"Uh, right," he mirrored your smile and easily unhooked all the wires connected from your vest to objects around the room. Now that the main trigger had been deactivated, these were just decorations. "I think I'll let the professionals handle this vest. They should be here any minute. But I can at least get you out of those restraints."

Using the knife, he easily tore through the tape to free your arms and legs. When you had freedom of movement again, you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him close, careful of the disarmed bomb on your chest. It was still an explosive, afterall.

"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you for not leaving.

He brushed the hair out of your face and placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "I told you, I made a promise, and I never break my promises." Then he pulled back to give you a pout. "But please, don't ever tell me to leave you like that ever again. I could never even think of doing something like that. I would never abandon you, you know that, right?"

The way he looked at you made you feel like you'd kicked a puppy. But in your mind, you just wanted to protect him, too. For the moment, though, you simply nodded and buried your face into his chest, knowing you were safe with him. That you would always be safe with him.

It took another six minutes before the squad arrived and another ten tense minutes with Izuku gripping your hand the entire time to safely remove the bomb. As soon as it slipped off, you rushed into Izuku's arms, trying to entwine yourself as deep as you could with him.

"What about the other hostages? The criminals, too?" you asked, twisting your head up to look at him. "The ones you were supposed to let go?"

"Kacchan, uh, Dynamight handled it." He assured you. "He didn't even need any help taking them down. I think they were counting on this scenario working in their favor. The hostages are safe, and the criminals are in custody."

"Even…" you pinched the fabric of his uniform between your fingers, dropping your gaze to stare at the stitchwork.

"We'll find him. I won't let him get away with this." He assured you, tightening his own hold on you. "But right now, all you need to worry about is getting some rest. Well, actually, we need to get this -" he ghosted his fingertips over the cut above your temple, "-looked at first."

"I'm fine." you waved him off.

"Yeah, you will be," he agreed, pulling you over to the medic who had set up shop on the dining table, just waiting for you. "Once we get you fixed up."

With a small sigh, you sat in one of the chairs, facing the medic. Izuku, who you still had a hold of his sleeve, moved to stand behind you.

"Are you going to leave? I mean, I guess you should. There are other people out there who need you too. And with this whole mess, I'm sure there's a lot of-"

The words were just spilling out of you now, and in the back of your mind, you realized you sounded just like Izuku. You only managed to stop when he bent over and lightly bumped his forehead against yours.

"Take a breath," he gave you a fond smirk, "I'm not going anywhere. Like I said, Kacchan handled it. The only place I need to be right now is by your side."

He stood hunched just inches from your face, and all you could do was stare into his eyes. There were so many emotions swirling through those big green irises, but the biggest one shining through was his sincerity. A solace you didn't realize you needed until just this moment. The warmth he emitted was so comfortable, and the sheer exhaustion from your ordeal had you leaning back into the chair with a tired nod.

"Okay, I trust you," you mumbled, pulling his arm down so you could hug it. "You're a really good hero, Izuku."

He blushed at the soft comment and glanced at the paramedic trying to busy herself with getting her supplies out, but even she couldn't help the little smile that played on her lips.

"She's right, you know," the medic chimed in, gently cleaning your cheek of the blood. "I'd say that was the work of a top-class hero. You should be proud."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. Years in the field and still hearing something like that overwhelmed his heart so he decided to focus back on you. Your hands were interlocked with his and casually fiddlin with his bony fingers.

A lot that could have gone wrong tonight, and he knew he would be certain to go over every detail in full to make sure those mistakes would never happen again. Not if he was going to be a hero that could protect not just you, but everyone.

Right now, though, he put his analysis on the back burner and turned his full attention to what was most important.

You.

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#my hero academia #izuku midoria x reader #pro hero deku #boku no hero academia #deku x reader #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #hostage situation #guns #explosives #violence #bakugou katsuki #naomasa tsukauchi #nameless criminals #story requests

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ohits3amfuck · 4 months

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I got hit in the trauma with a line earlier so here's somewhat of a prompt

A character getting asked "do you ever stop talking?" While taking about something there interested in and just completely shutting down and going quite. And someone noticing and giving them the comfort they need

#tim drake #izuku midoriya #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #writing prompt #prompt #danny phantom #danny fenton #angst prompt #hurt/comfort prompt

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mettywiththenotes · 4 months

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Not to mention the importance of this for Izuku too, since he's dehumanized himself many times and especially since the Rogue arc

He's telling someone who needs to hear it that he's human. There's more going on than what's shown on the surface and whatever he's going through, he shouldn't go through alone

#because that is the gist of it right?#izuku doesn't have to be the one to comfort him and walk him through all his hurt #(he may do that but thats besides the point)#someone who goes through everything tomura did shouldn't go through it alone #whether its izuku or someone else - tomura should get that chance to heal #he is - after all - human #and humans need that help and reassurance #that comfort especially through hard times #izuku's gonna stop his destruction stop him and give him that chance #bnha #bnha 411 #bnha manga spoilers #bnha spoilers #izuku midoriya #shigaraki and midoriya #shigaraki and midoriya analysis #anyway what if i cry my eyes out #mettys posts #metty posts

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the-wild-nerdy-gay · 10 months

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What happens when you get burned

Izuku Midoriya x (gn)reader

I decided to write a little hurt comfort piece that came to me while I was in the shower. Am I working on this instead of my drafts? Maybe but shut up okay. I have to write this before it leaves me. Also I am writing this on my phone because my laptop is ancient and being a pain in the ass.

This takes place in an AU where UA is a university. Reader and Izuku have been together since reader’s third/final year and Izuku’s second year. They live together and reader is a pro hero working under Mirko and Izuku is in his third and final year. Mirko and reader have a strong mentor and student/slightly maternal relationship. Reader also has a quirk based off of a honey badger but it isn’t super described.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, vague descriptions of violence, mentions of blood and burns, Izuku is soft as all hell, non-sexual nudity on the reader’s part, reader’s parents aren’t around for whatever reason, there is a high chance of reader cursing (it’s me writing this come on), reader has issues accepting and asking for help, also reader has a white streak near the front of their hair because of their quirk. (It’s based on a honey badger, I’m not sure if I describe it much though)

It was a few weeks after your boyfriend, Izuku, had moved into your apartment and you two had fallen into a nice little routine. You and Izuku would leave the house around the same time each morning, him going to university and you in your hero gear on your way to work. He would get home after getting off from his work study about half and hour before you would. You would get home at 6:30 on the dot or you would text him if you were going to be late for whatever reason. It was 7:45 and you weren’t home yet, you weren’t even answering your phone.

To say Izuku was worried would be an understatement. He was pacing your living room as he tried to call your cell for the nth time. His teeth dug into his thumb nail in worry as he continued to pace your living room. He eventually goes to your shared bedroom, deciding he was going to grab his jacket and go out looking for you.

It was then that your key could be heard jingling softly outside the door as you struggle to unlock it. The door swings open as you call out into the apartment with labored breath, “Honey? I’m home.”

You limp into the apartment, favoring your right leg while holding your right side with your left hand. You looked like you had been through hell, you’re hero suit is torn up, you are covered in scattered bruises and cuts, blood is splattered across your entire being and you are covered in dirt and dried sweat. Izuku comes rushing from the bedroom, dropping his jacket as soon as he sees you.

“Oh my god! Baby, are you alright?” He asks as he quickly joins your side, wrapping your arm over his shoulders while pulling you gently to lean against him so that he can support you. He pulls you into a gentle yet tight hug, relieved that you are alive and home at last. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek while caressing your other one gently as he looks at you with a mix or relief and concern in his stunning green eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I got caught up in a big fight at work, civilians and heroes alike were all hurt pretty badly and my phone was dead so I couldn’t text you. I’m sorry, honey.” You say, breathing still heavy as you lean against him, finally taking all weight off of your injured leg.

He gives you a soft smile at your apology before saying, “What matters is that you’re home and safe, my love. How are you doing? Are you hurt anywhere too badly?” He asks as concern for you takes over. He gently caresses the back of your head as he questions you, softly resting his head on yours as you lean against him. You let out a noise that sounds similar to a mix of a cough and a laugh before you answer.

“I’m pretty banged up to be honest, the worst are the burns on my right side and right leg. I got patched up but all the healing heroes were exhausted and I kept telling them to prioritize other heroes and civilians since I was one of the less injured believe it or not. By time they got back to me the best they could do was bandage me up. Once I finally got home the elevator was broken so I had to make it up two flights of stairs on my own.” You chuckle out the last part humorlessly at your bad luck.

He winces at the mention of your burns, knowing they must be unbelievably painful, his expression grows more concerned at your mention of making it up the stairs by yourself in this state. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. Is there anything I can do to help? I’m not sure how much I can help with the pain but I’ll do whatever I can for you.”

“Can you help me to the couch?” You ask clearly exhausted as you lean into his comforting touch. At this request he practically carries you to the couch, being mindful of all of your injuries before setting you down into the plush cushions as gently as possible.

“Are you comfortable there? Do you need any water or medicine? Just say the word and I’ll take care of it for you.” He asks wanting to make you as comfortable as possible.

“That would be great, you know there the pain meds are right?” You ask breathing deeply to cope with the pain as your eyebrows knit together.

“With the med kit, under the bathroom sink.” He responds as he heads to the bathroom quickly to grab the pain meds. He returns with the meds and a glass of water moments later. Izuku helps you drink and hands you the meds for you to take.

He sits next to you on the couch and gently caresses your arm. “If you need anything else or want anything at all, let me know and I’ll take care of it.” He says soothingly to you, concern seeping into his tone.

“Thank you, Izu.” You sigh out as the meds take effect and ease the pain.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Just get some rest, okay?” He says as he gently pulls you into his lap, needing to hold you close after being so worried about you and the emotional roller coaster of you getting home. He tries to make you as comfortable as you can be as your quirk causes you to slip into unconsciousness for a bit to let you heal some of your soreness and more minor injuries. He watches you as you rest against him with a worried expression, he has never seen you this injured before in his entire time of knowing you. You’re thicker and tougher skin protecting you from a lot of worse injuries but this is something else. He can’t help but wonder just who or what could have possibly done this to you.

You wake up about an hour later, shifting slightly. Izuku notices you are finally awake and moves the white chunk of hair near the front out of your face and gently caresses your cheek as you wake up.

“Hey, did you get some rest? Are you feeling any better?” He asks with a deeply concerned tone as he gives you a soft smile to try and comfort you.

“I’m still in pain from some of my injuries but the overall soreness is gone. I was going to try and take a shower to get all of this grime off of me.” You say as you try to stand up before quickly wincing and falling back down into Izuku’s lap. Luckily for you he caught you quickly with a worried look on his face as he gently guided you back to him.

“How about I take you to the bathroom?” He asks wanting to help you as much as he can.

“I don’t want to bother you with it. I can make it, just give me a second.” You say dismissing his offer.

“It’s not a bother at all, my love. Anything you need I’ll take care of for you, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Your comfort is the most important thing in the world to him, he loves you and seeing you in pain is agonizing for him. If he could trade places with you right now he would but he knows he can’t. He helps you stand as you wrap one of your arms over his broad shoulders. He would carry you if it weren’t for where your burns were located, preventing him from doing so.

“I’m sorry to make you do this, Izuku.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He says cutting you off from further apology. “I just want to make sure you’re alright and helping you is making me feel better.” He reassures you, making it sound like you needing help is helping him. It actually is but you don’t know that, helping you makes him happy, that’s just who he is.

“Okay…”

Soon he’s setting you down on the bathroom counter while giving you a soft loving smile. You bend down to start untying your boots and flinch at the movement of your side. He’s gently easing you back up with a look of worry on his face.

“I’m sorry, love. It looks like you might have to do everything here.” You say as tears form in your eyes from pain and a deep feeling of uselessness sinks into your bones. You can’t even take your damn boots off, what kind of hero are you? Izuku gently wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb as he sends you a reassuring smile before kissing your forehead. He gets down on one knee in front of you as he unties your boot before carefully removing it. He handles you like he’s caring for an injured kitten, more like honey badger but close enough. Once he’s removed both of your boots he sets them to the side neatly, mentally taking note to clean them for you tomorrow, he stands back up and gently cups your face in his hands.

“Take it easy, my love. And tell me when you need help again instead of trying to do it yourself. I’m here to help you and if that means doing things for you then I’m happy to do them.” He says softly as he kisses the crown of your head. You plague this man’s every thought and he loves every second of it, please just let him take care of you. You sigh softly as an attempt at acceptance.

“Can you help me out of my clothes? I know I can’t get out of this on my own if I can’t even get one boot off.” You say sounding slightly dejected at being so helpless and needing him to do everything for you right now.

“Of course, darling. Let me know if you need a break or anything like that, I’ll try and make this as easy on you as I can.” He says in a warm, reassuring tone. He moves slowly and carefully as he removes each article of clothing, giving you ample opportunity to ask for a break if you need one. He removes everything so gently as he carefully avoids all of your major injuries. Because of his carefulness this is an almost painless procedure for you but for the few grimaces of pain you give he whispers a soft apology while kissing whatever un-injured skin is available. Soon you are completely undressed sitting on your bathroom counter.

“Thank you for being so careful with me.” You say sounding vulnerable as you try to remove the bandages that cover your burns before flinching once again.

“It’s not a problem. You are so precious to me, you know that? I want nothing more than for you to be safe and happy and I will take great care of you in any way I can to make sure of that.” He says softly as he caresses your face gently, easing all signs of pain from it. He kisses your cheek softly before he looks at your injuries.

“Let’s get these removed so they don’t soak up any water and hold it to your injuries.” He says knowing that’s a quick way to make things heal incorrectly or become infected.

“We can take it slow. Whatever you need, baby.” He starts to remove the bandages with gentle hands, revealing nasty burns that he’s frankly surprised anyone would let you walk away with let alone you make it up the stairs with. It’s slow work as the gauze clings bloodily to your burns, but he’ll take as long as he needs. No amount of time is too much if it’s for you. He wants, no he needs, to make sure he gives you the best care possible.

“Do you need anything before the shower? Water, medicine, anything like that? Just say it and it’s yours.” He says so sweetly in your ear as he stands in front of your naked form yet again.

“In all honesty I’m going to need help actually showering. I don’t even think I can wash myself on my own.” You say sounding slightly frustrated with yourself but mostly disappointed and dejected with how useless you feel.

“Hey, you are not useless.” He says sensing your thoughts. “My love, you have been through a lot of pain and a lot of fighting today; we both know that. You’re allowed to need help, that is okay.” He says cutting you off from any rebuttal you might have. He picks up one of your hands and presses a loving kiss you your palm.

“I’ll help with the shower, okay? I’m here, I’ll take care of you. Just say what you need and I’ll do my best to help.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to not having to do everything on my own when things like this happen. Can you please take me to the shower and help me wash off all this grime? I’m tired of feeling gross on top of the pain.” You ask so softly, you sound so vulnerable, so different from his brave, unshakable partner and it breaks his heart. Although the fact that you feel safe enough with him to let him see this side of you tells him he’s doing something right as your boyfriend, that doesn’t mean he likes seeing you hurt like this though.

“It’s alright; there’s no reason to be sorry.” He says as he wraps his arms around your shoulders softly while kissing the top of your head. He wants you to feel safe and to know that there isn’t a single reason you need to apologize for needing help.

“I’ll help you with the shower, love. You won’t have to worry about a thing.” He speaks into your scalp before he heads to the shower to turn it on and get it to the right temperature, not too hot as to aggravate your burns but also not too cold as to cause you any discomfort. He quickly returns to your side, not wanting to be away from you for more than a few seconds.

“Do you need anything before we get in? I’m here for you, whatever you need.” He asks so sweetly. He just wants to make sure you have everything you could ever need, especially now.

“I just want to be clean.” You sound so small, almost broken. It tears Izuku apart knowing how bad you must be hurting.

“You will be clean in no time, my love.” He lifts you off the counter with such care and helps you into the shower. The water soaking into the shirt and sweatpants he was wearing around your apartment before you had gotten home. Even as the warm water soaks into his clothes including his socks all of his attention is on you, the fabric clings to his built frame and he doesn’t notice as he does everything he can to take care of you.

“Thank you, Izuku.” You whisper as you lean against him in the shower. He really does care about you to the ends of the earth.

“It’s no trouble at all, sweetheart. You’re safe with me, no matter what, I’ll always take care of you.” He speaks so genuinely as he looks down at you with a sweet smile, his perfect green eyes radiating love for you.

“Tell me if you need to be a little more gentle, okay? I won’t be rough at all, I promise. We can take all the time you need. I’m here for you.” Every action he takes is one of undeniable love you you.

“Thank you.” You whisper softly as silent tears, caused by everything that happened, roll down your cheeks and mix with the water from the shower head. He notices the tears falling as you lean against him and he graces you with a soft caring look.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks. “You don’t have to of course but no matter what it is I’ll be here to listen, okay?” He says softly, he just wants to give you every bit of comfort he can. He’d let you do whatever you need to feel better. You stare ahead of yourself with and almost blank look as you stare at the tile wall silently for minutes. He waits for you patiently as he continues to get the blood, dirt, and sweat off of your skin. You continue to stare with that silent, blank look at the tile before speaking.

“Every time I close my eyes I can see what happened today. I see hurt people, I see the blood and their agonized facial expressions, I couldn’t even stop to help ease any of their suffering. I practically hear their screams of fear and pain. It echoes in my head, I hear it all. I see my mentor on the ground completely unmoving. I thought Mirko died, I thought she was gone. I thought I lost my mentor. I can still hear her agonized screams go silent, hear my boots on the ground as I rush to her side, feel the fire tear into my skin as I defend her body… That’s how I got these burns, I wouldn’t let anyone near her. She’s the closest thing to a mom I have left and I thought I lost her because I wasn’t fast enough.” The words tumble out of you before silent sobs rack your system. Shaking as you lean into him while the shower rains water on top of both of you.

His heart breaks at your words. You’re words speak of the pain you felt as you fought for not only your own life but the life of someone so important to you as well. He can’t imagine the fear you felt when you heard Mirko’s screams. He hugs you tightly and carefully as he pets your head soothingly, his heart shatters as you continue to sob and your hands grip tightly into his soaked tshirt. All he wants right now is to take that pain away from you but he can’t so he just continues to hold you, keeping you from completely falling apart.

“The paramedics said that because I kept her safe after she went down they were able to save her but I haven’t seen her since they took her away. I just…I just can’t…can’t make myself believe she’s okay. I know they told me she’s alive and fully healed but I can’t make myself believe she’s not dead. No matter what anyone tells me I just keep seeing her unmoving body.” You sob out against his chest, naked and emotionally vulnerable against him as the shower continues to wash away your tears. He continues to hold you tightly as he runs his fingers though you’re hair. With each sob you let out he can feel a deep sharp pain in his chest. He knows all he can do is hold you right now but god he wishes he could do more.

“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry.” You repeat over and over again into his chest. You can just barely be heard over the sound of the water, you sound so broken in this very moment and Izuku can’t help it. He wants to tear apart whatever did this to you, his precious love. But he knows you took care of it, you’re so strong like that, he knows you wouldn’t let someone get away with hurting that many people or your mentor without them paying for it dearly. He also knows something else, you need and you deserve soft gentle love and comfort right now. So he pushes that fierce protectiveness away and focuses on holding you and giving you whatever you need.

“Don’t be sorry, my love.” He whispers against the top of your head as he continues to run his fingers through your hair.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” He continues as the pain in his heart grows each time those words tumble out of your mouth, he tries not to let it show for you though. Right here, right now; you can be as emotional, and as fragile as you need. You need that and he is going to give it to you, just like everything else you could ever need or want.

Soon enough, you run out of tears to cry as you lean against him; completely and totally emotionally exhausted. But you are now clean thanks to him. He continues to hold you as he caresses the back of your head softly. The shower seems to have washed away some of your pain as well which gives him some hope of you healing from this, both physically and emotionally.

“I’m proud of you, my love. Everything you went through, everything you felt…it takes courage to deal with all of that, and you did it. I couldn’t ask for a better partner by my side.” He says softly to you as he tilts your head up to look into your eyes. Those perfect eyes he fell in love with, they no longer show the pain they had when you limped into the apartment earlier that night, now they mostly look exhausted. You remain silent against him but he can tell you are at least felling better now that you aren’t holding that all in. The concerned look on his face melts into a look of love and kindness before he kisses your forehead. He continues to hold you for a bit longer, just wanting to make you feel as loved and safe as possible before he turns off the water.

“Can you help me dry of and re-bandage these burns?” You ask in the smallest voice he has ever heard from you. He smiles however, finally hearing you speak again after remaining silent for so long. He can tell you are coming out of it and that you will be okay.

“Of course, my love. I’m here to take care of you.” He says softly as he sets you down on the edge of the tub. He grabs a warm fluffy towel and gently drys you off before wrapping it around you. He then begins to carefully clean and re-bandage all of your wounds. He even covers the minor cuts you’ve managed to receive with bandaids. He places a gentle kiss on the undamaged skin near your burns and places soft kisses on all of your smaller, less tender injuries. You feel absolutely no pain through the entire thing thanks to his feather light touches and his careful attention to you. You continue to stare off into space as he works, still haunted by what you saw today but no longer feeling alone in it.

“Thank you.” You whisper in a small exhausted voice.

“It’s no problem at all, love. I’m here to help you however you need. You aren’t alone, my love, you’ll never be alone when you’re with me.” He says as he kneels in front of you, catching your eyes with those soft emerald green ones of his.

“Can you get me some clean clothes and help me get dressed?” You ask again in that small vulnerable voice. He smiles at the request though, happy to see you asking him for help even when it’s not needed.

“Of course I can, my love.” He says lovingly as he strips out of his dripping clothes, leaving him in his boxers before grabbing another towel and drying himself off. He doesn’t want to drop water all over the apartment and give you something to slip on especially in your injured state. He leaves and returns quickly, now dressed in a dry shirt and sweatpants, carrying a change of clothes for you. It’s your favorite shirt to wear of his and your favorite sweatpants of his to steal. They fit you loosely so he knows they won’t aggravate or squeeze your injuries. He helps you get dressed again, it’s again a slow and careful process as he diligently makes sure you don’t get hurt again. Once you’re dressed Izuku gives you a kiss on the cheek and kneels in front of you again as you sit on the edge of the tub.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink, love? Anything at all, we can even order from that takeout place you like or I could make your favorite.” He offers as he caresses your arm, planting kisses to your knuckles.

“I think I just want to rest and be held if that’s alright.” You say as you look up at him, almost afraid of being too needy even though you went through hell today.

“That’s absolutely alright with me.” He says as he gives you a soft look. He wants to show you that it’s safe for you to feel vulnerable around him.

“Rest all you need, love. Just let me know if you need or want anything. I’ll always be here to support you.” He gently kisses your forehead after he finishes speaking.

“I just want you here.” You say softly as a single tear rolls down your cheek in relief at finally, finally feeling safe after everything.

He wipes away your tear with his thumb. This is one of the only times he’s ever seen you cry in the three years he’s known you and frankly those two times was more than enough for a lifetime with you. He never wants you to be this upset again, in his mind the only tears he deems acceptable are tears of joy. To him you deserve to be so happy that you only know tears of joy, you should never have to hurt like this.

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He responds determined to give you everything you want as he holds you close to him. He holds you firmly and safely, he wants you to feel the support he has for you through his touch, wants you to know he’ll always be here for you and never abandon you. He stands with you, lifting you of the edge of the tub, as you cling to him like a lifeline. Like he’s the one thing holding you up, which in all honesty he kind of is. You both stand there for a few minutes as he gives you physical and emotional support through his touch. After everything that happened today he wants to ensure that you know that you will always have him. After a few more moments of holding each other you whisper to him from where your head rest on his strong shoulder,

“Can we go to bed, honey?”

“Yes, darling, of course. Anything for you.” He says with so much love for you it practically drips from his words. He carefully helps you to the bedroom, practically carrying you the whole way before he tucks you into your shared bed.

“Is there anything you need before we sleep love? A glass of water, something to eat? You name it and it’s yours.” He asks softly as he strokes your cheek.

“Just stay with me? Please?” You ask softly, not wanting to be alone.

He gives you a reassuring smile as he gets into bed next to you. He gently pulls you to him, careful to avoid your injuries before he rest his chin on top of your head.

“I’ll stay right here, love. I’m not going anywhere.” He strokes your damp hair gently as he holds you tightly to himself. Nothing is going to hurt you while he’s here, he’ll make sure of it.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, and I’ll always be here too protect you.” He says into your hair but you barely hear him as you quickly fall asleep in his arms, finally looking peaceful for the first time since you got home.

He stays awake for a little while longer, holding you securely. He can hear the tv in the living room that he forgot to turn of, the news is playing softly and the can hear that they are talking about you.

“Honey Trap, pro hero and sidekick to pro hero Mirko, defends their mentor and hundreds of civilians from a fiery villain attack. Thanks to the two heroes fighting bravely there were no civilian or hero casualties. As of now Mirko is expected to make a full recovery thanks to the emergency medical staff, healing heroes, and her protégé Honey Trap protecting her. The pro Honey Trap was seen on their feet hours after the fight on their way home. We are wishing them both a speedy recovery and we thank them both for risking their lives to keep us all safe.” The news reporter says in her monotone news anchor voice. After hearing that Izuku can’t help but be proud of you, he looks down and brushes that white streak near the front of your hair out of your face before falling asleep himself.

The next day there was a sharp, loud knock on your apartment door. Izuku was washing dishes from when he had made you lunch and quickly dries he hands to go answer the door. Mirko was behind the door when he opened it.

“I’m here to check on them. Are they awake?” She asks the freckled man as soon as he opens the door, keeping her voice low to keep from disturbing you if you were asleep.

Izuku leads her to your bedroom where you’re laying down. He lets her in quietly as to not disturb you in case you had managed to fall back asleep. She quickly and quietly joins your side before you turn to look at the noise.

“Rumi! You’re okay!” You say excitedly as you try to sit up before flinching and laying back down.

“Take it easy, kid. You’re going to hurt yourself.” She says with a chuckle as she leans down to hug you. If you are capable of being excited then you will be fine. “I actually have you to thank for that you know. I saw the news and saw how you protected me after I went down. I’m proud of you, kid.” She says as a hand rest on your shoulder.

“I’m just glad you’re okay! I was so worried.” You say finally relaxing completely now that you can see her standing there in front of you.

“I knew you would be, that’s partially why I’m here.” She says as she ruffles your hair with her hand.

“Well now that you know I’m alive and I know you’re okay I’m going to let you rest. I’ll send a healer hero over here tomorrow for you, until then make sure you rest. And let this poor boy take care of you like we both know he wants to.” She says with a chuckle before taking her leave. Little did you know she was just as worried about you as you were about her, but you didn’t need to know that.

Author’s note time. Do I know how long this is? Absolutely not. But I do know it took me at least six hours of straight writing to complete it. This came to me in the shower a few nights ago and I knew I couldn’t let it go. Now I would like to especially thank @lovinkiri for not only encouraging all of my writing endeavors but also being a truly amazing friend. She is one of the best people I know and I couldn’t be more thankful she is a part of my life. Her writing inspires me to continue writing even though I don’t get much of it done and she encourages me to continue despite that fact. There have been a few mornings where I got out of bed because she was there and thanks to her I have been self isolating less. I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me, bean. I love you and I hope you enjoyed.

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legendzjagz · 3 months

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*bangs pots and pans*

BKDK SOULMATE FANTASY AU

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Title: Have You for My Lifetime

Rating: M

Word count: 10,596

Warnings: MCD (has a happy ending I promise!!!)

Summary:

“We’re ready for tomorrow. Victory will be ours, I’m sure of it. Don’t let the worry for what will happen after, taint what we have right now.”

Izuku smiles to himself, squeezing Kacchan’s hand. “Okay, Kacchan.”

Lips press again more firmly to Izuku’s temple - one last thought crossing his mind before he enjoys the rest of the evening with their friends: if this war is to take either him or Kacchan, that it takes both of them instead.

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Lifetime - Three Days Grace but make it Fantasy BKDK

With a little magical spice and soulmate connection

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ethereal-faeri · 1 year

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boo! bitch i'm a ghost 👻 [act 2]

♡⃕ WE'RE HOME 😭❤❤❤ [airport scene]

— ten years after, y/n l/n is finally returning to japan. and ten years after midoriya izuku ghosted her. uraraka is guilty, bakugou is expectant, and well, their friends are just waiting for the awkwardness to subside. will there ever be a chance for the two?

♡⃕ chapter warnings — cursing because dzuh,,, and only fluff i think,,,

♡⃕ author’s note — lol hello [as if i didn't update for months] <3333 im really sorry because i really hadn't had the motivation to do anything for this ADLSJASKD but this was commissioned by the lovely blue @johnnysactualgf ily babe <3333 i planned to finish the rest of the chapters before updating but here's a bonus chapter that should've been uploaded a few weeks ago but i never had the time to format it correctly so AHDKJAS have this ily all

reminder! again, set in act 2 when y/n and hela went home to japan and met up with the gang !

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"touchdown japan," you whispered as you and hela went to go get your luggages. it's been, what, ten years? so much seemed the same but you knew that everything had changed since you left.

"it's so weird being back in japan," hela said, thanking the guard for their help with your luggage.

"right, i swear, if i didn't have to go back, i won't." you exhaled, knowing the truth.

hela pointedly looked at you. "your life is all here, y/n. your friends are here, bakugou–is here. i know you."

you made a face at her mention of bakugou's name, grinning. "shut up."

truth be told, you weren't that dense. back at UA, while you were pining over midoriya (barf), you knew about bakugou's feelings but didn't really think much about it until after graduation and you left to go to america. by then, it was too late to confront him, and by now, you were just used to not thinking about it, you guess. he never really said anything and then, before you knew it, it's been ten years since. besides, it's fun to mess with him and your friends!

hela, on the other hand, was only the one to know about you knowing and was the one to realized you returned the blond's feelings at some point of you moving on from midoriya…well, he was there, it wasn't hard. but, because of this, hela couldn't stop teasing you about him. however, now is not the time to think back about your relationship with bakugou. not when you'd be seeing midoriya in a few days, it's not the fucking time, y/n.

snapping a picture of each other, you tweeted it with the caption, touchdown. knowing how fast news circulates, especially in social media, you hurried with hela to meet your best friends. you couldn't help but feel nervous, though, at the thought of seeing bakugou that your heart kept thundering. because, for the first time in ten years, you'd be seeing one of your bestest friends and someone you admittedly had feelings for before. god, was this terrifying.

you grinned as you saw them holding a placard with your and hela's names, laughing as a pink blur ran, barreling into you. you choked on your laughter as mina crashed into you, hugging you tight. "y/n, i missed you so much!"

tears sprung in your eyes as your hands wrapped around her torso. "i missed you too, mina."

hela was right. ten years was too long. you laughed wetly as the others crowded you and hela, welcoming you back. kaminari and sero kissed your cheeks once mina let you go, making you grin widely as you hugged them. you also missed kirishima's toothy smile as he hugged you, then kissed your forehead and pat your head.

bakugou…well, bakugou was hanging back, staring at you. his heartbeat fastened its pace, fuck. it's been ten year, but he knew that it was still you, it will always be you. he finally breathed after a while, watching silently as you exchanged tearful welcomes with the squad. he caught hela's eyes, who looked knowingly. he scoffed, finally avoiding her eyes.

your eyes traveled to bakugou's form, a smile forming once more on your lips when you saw him. you let them introduce themselves to hela as you approached him, tapping his shoulder because he wasn't looking.

"hi, kats." you smiled sweetly, bakugou couldn't help but curse inside as he looked at you, pretending that he wasn't affected by seeing you again in person. "i missed you."

his ears reddened as he huffed. you chuckled, opening your arms to invite him to a hug. he rolled his eyes but opened his arms as well, enclosing you in a hug. warm. you could vaguely hear your friends taking pictures, but you couldn't care less. he breathed you in, his hug tightening as he whispered, "i missed you too, clown-ass."

"not that i want to interrupt whatever this is," bakugou glared at kirishima, who gestured towards them and laughed. "but, we got company."

many civilians were staring, their phones on you two. you grinned, waving as bakugou glared, pulling you quickly. "get their luggage, shitheads. let's go."

you're finally home. now, to face midoriya.

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amive2567 · 1 year

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Ingredients: Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

Contains: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, pregnancy, no read on, Todoroki went missing, a really bad hospitalxizuku pun

Words: 3188

A/n: Well I actualy wanted to upload this earlier, but my tablet tumblr app said no. But now I am home and can finally upload it :)

The door of the pub opened with an inviting chime and the atmosphere almost made you feel at home. Brown wood lined the room and comfortable warm light made the pub look like a winter hut in the wilderness, even though the pub was in the middle of Musutafu. Saturday Night was the usual hero night, all heroes would get drinks for half of the price, so there is no wonder all heroes would gather here to celebrate the weekend. Crime never sleeps, but the heroes here just wanted to commemorate. "Over here, Y/n." shouted the deep voice of Natsuo Todoroki. He waved like a madman so you could see him in the crowd, even though his white hair and his height made him already really visible. You waved back at him. The little room was filled with chatter as if no one in there was fighting for their lives to protect the country. You sometimes wondered how they could always be so cheery and kind. Never in your whole life had you imagined becoming a hero. That's why sticking to your "normal" job was just as right. "Hey guys." you greeted them shyly. "We missed you. How have you been? It must have been a handful, planning the Christmas get-together and also caring for your grandmother."Natsuo's wife Akemi greeted you. "It's alright. We could finally manage to develop a good care system for her. She is doing great now, and she finally eats and drinks enough." You remember your grandmother finally being able to return to her home. "It was hard for her after grandpa died, but now she is doing better. We could finally let her live on her own." Akemi clapped in her hands and cheered. "That is lovely. Where is Shoto by the way?" "Kachan, Ochako and he got sent on a mission on I-Island. Some villains stole the security terminal and they needed to keep the people safe until the system was repaired," explained Izuku, who hasn't spoken a word to you until now. "How have your holidays been?" you asked the green-haired hero. "It was wonderful. Ochako always wanted to go to Hawaii. Since it was a surprise, she cried as we landed in Hawaii." He illustrated with a huge grin. You returned his smile. "She must have told everyone by now, don't you think? The holiday has done her well." "Yeah, so well she is throwing herself into danger again, but she is still a hero at heart so I can't complain," Izuku mumbled and shook his head. Natsuo laughed. "You're a hero too, Deku. A sometimes reckless one I have to say." "And? I am perfectly capable of keeping myself safe." Now Natsuo had to laugh so hard he almost cried. His head was red by now. "Shoto told me if you hadn't married Ochako you would have married a hospital bed." By now no one could stop laughing and even Izuku had to laugh out loud. After everyone calmed down Akemi asked you a question."Do you know when Shoto comes home? It's almost Christmas and since we could finally manage Rei coming home and Endeavour moving out, we wanted to celebrate a huge Christmas party together." "He should be home by tomorrow morning. He said they are leaving tonight. Even if he had to stay there he would come home just for Rei." you smiled. "When are you going to celebrate on Christmas eve or the day after?" "On Christmas Eve, but when he comes home later we will wait for him of course," stated Natsuo as he hugged his wife. There was a comfortable silence until Izuku noticed something in shock. "Oh no, I am so so sorry." Izuku started to bow frantically and everyone wondered what was up. "Izuku stop it. What is the problem?" you said with panic lingering in your voice. "I forgot to ask you what you want to drink." "You don't need to worry.Everything is alright. I will just take some water." Izuku stopped bowing and apologized for it and went off to get some water for you. "Have you already bought Christmas gifts? We only have three days left and slowly I am getting stressed.

Shoto said he just wanted to spend some time with his family. We can arrange that right?" you started a conversation again. "Of course. Mom would be over the moon if he visited us more. We only got him a pair of new ties since he only got one or so." Natsuo chuckled.

You talked for hours and since the others drank alcohol, which aided in keeping the conversation going. But the conversation soon came to an end when Natsuo's phone started to ring. "It's Fuyumi," he said and turned away from your group. Akemi and Izuku continued talking, but something inside you told you something happened. You watched the expression on Natsuo's face change from cheery and bright to worried and nervous. He shortly ended the call and almost sprinted back to you. The knot inside of your stomach twisted. "We need to come home. Fuyumi said the jet of the heroes crashed. Shoto is still missing. The heroes went already searching for him." You didn't know how to feel or what to think. Blood started orbiting inside of your ears, it was so loud you couldn't hear the talking of the other guests, neither the clinking of the glass nor the bombardment of questions from Akemi. Your body was frozen and all you wanted was to cry. You experienced a chill as though a bucket of ice had been dumped over your head. Your mind replayed every horrible scenario imaginably. The image of Akemi, who was attempting to calm you down, was hazy. She talked with the other two and Natsuo carried you out of the pub.

Everyone was probably sober after the horrific news. He was the son of the former number one hero and since Dabis revealed everyone knew about him and his family, maybe some crazy villain captured him to gain the attention of the nowadays number one hero. Akemi held your hand the whole ride, but you couldn't feel the touch. Everything felt so surreal. The panic attack was coming closer and closer. Your stomach felt twisted and you started gagging. "Hold the car," screamed Akemi, it almost sounded like you were underwater. Natsuo parked erratically. Automatically you opened the door and puked on the parking lot. Your eyes were filled with tears, and you were already trembling. You've already lost control of your head as well as your body. Akemi closed the door and Natsuo continued driving. "It's all right. Shoto is going to be saved. He most likely went off to find the villain who attacked the plane. He'll be fine; you know him; he goes to great lengths to save people. Perhaps he is saving a child or a cat." Akemi hugged you tightly, but nothing helped. You were still trapped inside your mind. Your body is trembling, and breathing is difficult. The whole drive to the Todoroki Abode was a blur. Your vision was clouded by tears and worry. The ringing in your ears continued. "We are there," whispered Akemi in your ear. The car came to an abrupt stop with a loud screech, and everyone got out except for you. Natsuo carried you inside after opening the door next to you.

The entrance was dark, and it appeared that Rei was not present, but she quickly ran towards you after you entered. "There you are." she almost shouted. "Have you heard anything recently? Nothing has been reported in the news." her voice was shaking, but her complexion was unreadable. Natsuo set you back on the ground as Izuku got rid of your shoes. Your knees were weak, and you were proud of yourself for being able to stand on your own. Rei immediately hugged you and helped you into the living room. "How long has she been like this?" she whispered as if she was afraid that you could hear her. "Since Fuyumi called. Where is Fuyumi ?" Natsuo asked and looked around. "She is in the kitchen. Stress baking like always."

"Oh damn no no no…." As if Fuyumi was summoned, her desperate screams echoed in the huge house. You sat on the ground staring into the black screen of the TV. "He is not dead is he?" you whispered still in shock and as if a switch got turned everyone went quiet. Even Fuyumi stopped her baking and went back into the living room. "Of course not, he will come home. Safe and sound my dear." guaranteed Rei. "I will call him and the other heroes, maybe someone knows something," said Izuku, weirdly calm. "Maybe we should watch the news to keep track of things," suggested Akemi. Fuyumi put it on the news channel in mere seconds. Meanwhile, Rei hugged you tightly and mumbled comforting words to you, even though you weren't sure if they were for you or herself. But to be honest, you couldn't care less, everyone was on edge and anxious. You as his wife should be able to know that he will be safe, he always was, but something today didn't feel right. You were used to him being gone for days, weeks, or even months saving people, but the prospect of him being kidnapped by villains out to harm him made your anxious brain go crazy.

"The heroes of the safety mission on I-Island should be coming home today, but since a villain attacked the Embraer Legacy 600. Because of this, the plane crashed into the woodlands of Aokigahara. Luckily almost every hero on board survived. Gravity, Dynamight, and Scanner. Sad news occurred shortly after the crash. Shoto Todoroki, the son of the former number 1 hero, is not to be found. The search party is on their way, but nobody has seen him for 5 hours. We hope for the best and update you after the advertisement." The lady in the news pronounced every word with such boredom you wanted to rip her throat out. "Washing machines live longer with Calgon…" the jingle of the ad was already far away from your mind to notice. "I can't reach anyone. No one is answering," said Izuku frantically and tried to dial the number of Uraraka again. "Of course, no one is answering they are searching. Let them search for him." Rei's posture was tense, and you could see her trembling even though she was acting. Tears were now running down your cheeks. "Will he make it?" you asked anxiously. Your trembling got worse and you couldn't sit still for the love of God. Fuyumi laid a blanket over your shivering body, but it couldn't ease the anxiety and worry inside of your chest. The ads were over and the news lady continued her talk. "Shoto Todoroki is known for his volunteering at multiple honorary posts. He raised more than 14 billion yen for charity with his wife Y/N Todoroki…." the talking of mundane facts calmed you down. "Here have some tea Y/n." Fuyumi put down a cup in front of you, but you were only focused on the Tv. "Could someone please turn off this nonsense? These strange facts are well-known to us all. Why are they talking about him like that, he's not even dead for fucks sake!" exclaimed Natsuo. You flinched a bit. Fuyumi grabbed the control but Rei stopped her. ". Simply turn down the volume. It makes her feel a bit better." She still hugged you. Tears were still running down your cheeks, but you still felt like you were swimming inside an ice bucket. You put your head on your knees and rocked back and forth. "They will find him soon," said Akemi loudly, so everyone would believe her. Meanwhile, images of the work on I-Island were displayed. Shoto looked into the camera while holding a small child over his head, who was brightly smiling. Your eyes were filling up with more tears. He was so kind to everyone.

Natsuo moved back and forth in the background, almost walking through the Tatami mat, Izuku still tried to call some heroes to get some updates and Akemi helped Fuyumi to clean the kitchen. Everyone was tense and on edge. "He can't possibly be dead. We needed more time; we didn't have any." you cried desperately. "He is not dead and you will have plenty of time when he returns. You will see, everything will be alright." Rei hugged you even tighter, but also spoke calmly. "I am so happy that Shoto found true love. He deserved the world since his father failed at that, but you made that possible. Since he met you he has been so much happier. Thank you, honey. He stopped being so cold and smiled more often. I am sure he is safe and sound." insured Rei. Never in your life had you felt so much anxiety, not even when he was fighting the high-end Nomu in Hosu. Your tears dried on your cheeks and there was nothing left inside of you but despair. "We can only wait. Ochako said there is still no trace of him," said Izuku, worry written all over his face. Everyone was just so focused on the news that nobody noticed the opening of the front door.

It was Izuku who first noticed it. He activated his Quirk and walked slowly into the hallway. "There is an intruder," he whispered. Everyone stopped moving. Natsuo got his wife behind his back and balled his hands into fists as if he was ready to fight some professional villain with his bare hands. Slowly approaching footsteps resonated against the hallway wall. Rei's anxiety only increased. She was on edge by now you could tell. With every step, the culprit made your anxiety thrive. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Shoto entered the room through the shoji sliding door, filthy and battered. His jacket in hand and some dirt stains on his face and shirt. He has dried blood on his temple, but he is still alive. Everyone got up and greeted him immediately. The tension instantly disappeared. Your eyes widened in disbelief. He truly is alive. You couldn't move an inch, everything inside of you screamed and wanted to jump onto him, scream at him for making you worried sick or just finally kiss him again. "Welcome back bro." greeted Natsuo nonchalantly as if he hadn't just walked a hole into the floor. "We were worried sick. What happened ?" asked Fuyumi as she hugged him tightly. "You gave us a good scare." Izuku patted him on his back. "what are you all doing here ?" Shoto asked confused. Your eyes were still glued onto him. "Hey why haven't you called ?" asked Rei as she finally got up and hugged him. "My phone died" he mumbled overwhelmed. His eyes finally focused on your shocked ones. "I will tell you everything later, but now I need to see my wife." Rei smiled understandingly and let him go. He moved closer to you with short, wide steps. He gently picked you up and placed you on the ground, as if you were made of glass. "Have you missed my darling?" he asked raspily. You were only able to nod. Tears were now spilling out of your eyes and you clung desperately to his dirty shirt. You wailed like a baby but you didn't care, he was finally back. He gently stroked your back while holding you in his arms. "I am here now. Everything is alright," he whispered, so only you were able to hear his words. You continued crying and it took a while until you calmed down. "I…I…I thought you were dead." you mumbled against his torso. Shoto took your face in his hands and stared deeply into your eyes. "Love." he paused and smiled gently. "I am alive, I am well and nothing happened to me. I could flee before they got me. I am a hero anyway." his grin grew sly and you almost needed to chuckle. Of course, he would be safe, he always was. "I was just so afraid I couldn't breathe. Don't you ever dare to do something like that again or I will kill you." you began to sob once again. "You will never lose me. Ever." He kissed you deeply. Your hands are buried inside his locks. The both of you parted to take a breath and kissed again.

"An attack caused the plane to crash. With the help of my ice, I could protect myself. As a result, I became separated from the others and ended up in the area where the villains were hiding. I was able to capture them all and attempted to locate the others, but no one was near the jet, so I assumed they had been rescued. I started walking back home." he told you about his 'trip'. Like nothing big just happened he slurped his soba noodles. "Everyone was searching for you. Dumb of them to leave the plane." Izuku complained. "I am happy that you are back buddy, but I have to go now. Ochako must be home by now." Izuku got up and bowed deeply. "Thank you for the Food Fuyumi." "You're welcome." she smiled and waved him goodbye. Everyone saw him off and the chatter continued. After everyone had eaten up, the group dissolved.

As both of you finally lay down in bed, bundled up you, remembered your gift for Christmas. The clock stroke midnight and you got up. "Where are you going, love?" he asked, surprised. A bright smile spread across your face. "I know it's not Christmas yet, but I got you a present." You got the little box from the shell. A tiny bit of anxiety flooded your mind. You talked about this topic and he would never leave you. "Open it." you stretched out your arms and he took the package from your hands. Suspicion lingered in his eyes. He slowly opened the box and revealed the small blue shoes. "What's up with these small shoes?" he asked confused. "I am pregnant Shoto. The blue shoes represent the sex of our baby. It's a boy." you cheered. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between the shoes and you. "We are getting a son." You nodded wildly. Todoroki got up and hugged you tightly. He swirled you around. "I am so happy. Thank you so much." he smiled brightly and kissed you deeply.

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: crack but then comfort ig? long-term exes, pregnancy and childbirth

a/n: this is what happens when i joke about something then think about it too hard

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” Sero finally articulates, after the initial shock of watching his ex-girlfriend’s water break in the middle of his living room passes, and the realization that he, in fact, may have to be the one to rush you to the hospital sets in.

You seem fine for now, standing before him with feet very slightly apart, shocked in turn, your complexion deepened with embarrassment as you continue to stare at each other.

“I.. I didn’t piss myself, I promise!” you start. Sero raises a hand to stop you.

“I know.”

The two of you watch each other as though sizing one another’s next move for another split second and then you are suddenly warm and lightheaded. The room starts to spin and before your wobble can have you crashing to the ground, Sero eases you onto a couch he considers he may later burn.

If there’s anything he’s remembered from first responder training, it’s that unlike what the movies suggest, there is a little bit of time before you’re in “real labor” but not a lot of it.

“This can’t be real,” you keep murmuring repeatedly under your breath. It is not a spell, and this situation is very real. “What kind of God awful luck is this?”

You’re biting your nails now desperately, thinking of the chain of events that have lead you to this particular predicament.

You were here for the most benign of reasons in the first place - to pick up a package that had made it into Sero’s work locker, not your partner’s, and that had been erroneously taken home by the former. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, and you shouldn’t have been the one down here anyway, but Izuku, as usual, had a sudden call, and you offered to make the trek over here. After all, despite being exes, you and Sero did not exactly have animosity. Bygones were bygones, and he’d been through enough relationships that you were a distant memory aside from being the girl he kissed at college homecoming. If anything, there was a sort of tense indifference, one that made Sero particularly good at bouncing his eyes away from your growing belly over the past year, and nothing more.

You didn’t hate each other, but the bitter truth was that you had dumped him. You had called it quits first and moved on.

And now he was the one calling your husband because you’d ruined his rug and were in danger of spitting out an entire child on his decorative pillows any second now.

As expected, he doesn’t pick up and Sero winces as you suddenly get overcome with an especially strong contraction.

“Fuck,” you half-moan, half-sigh, readjusting yourself so that you’re half-sitting, half-laying on the couch.

“Goddamn, ___, can you please hold it in? Your stupid husband won’t pick up!”

“Hold in a-” you start viciously, then another pang comes and you eke out, “my ‘stupid husband’ is busy, otherwise I wouldn’t be fucking here right now!” You’re awash in pain again once the sentence ends, and Sero’s annoyed expression dissolves to pity, and he seems to make a decision with himself, shoulders relaxing.

“Let me grab my keys, we’re going.”

Your eyes widen.

“To the hospital? With you?”

He grits.

“No, with Momotaro,” he sasses in reply. You scramble to grab your phone to try your partner again only to get the dial tone. You want to throw the phone at the wall and instead settle for another loud groan of frustration.

Sero shakes his head then turns the corner.

“Don’t reproduce in the next ten minutes, I’ll be right back.”

---

The drive to the hospital is mostly quiet aside from the intermittent suppressed cry of anguish and your relentless squirming in the front seat, trying desperately to get into a good position. By now you are sweating, small beads on your forehead, breathing in and out through pursed lips. Sero suppresses his inner panic and rolls down a window for fresh air.

You say nothing to each other. The phone doesn’t ring.

You reach a bout of traffic and Sero slams his hand into the steering wheel in defeat.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” he says for the second time of theday.

And then you burst immediately into tears.

“I’m sorry!” you wail. “I.. I can’t beliee that I’m doing this to you! I don’t even know what possessed me to come over” - you do - “Just drop me off on the side of the road, I’ll find my way home, let me call a friend, I can’t do this, I don’t even want to have a baby, I’m not ready yet-”

Sero lets you go on like this incessantly for a few moments, then abruptly stops the car in mid-traffic.

For a moment, you’re shocked, actually considering that he might really leave you here, on a busy highway, in bumper to bumper traffic.

He turns to you.

“Listen to me very carefully,” he starts. Your lip quivers but you listen. He watches you carefully, remembering that you were once the love of his life but thankful that the feelings have long since become platonic. He thinks briefly of the times you were good to him, and the times you were very bad, and reaches a sum.

“Hanta?” you say softly.

He puts his finger to his lips.

“I need you to be quiet and hold on very tightly when I say so, okay?”

You nod first, then realize what he’s planning to do.

“Oh no,” you start as he steps out of the car.

“You promised!”

---

Sero sits in the waiting room of the closest hospital a short hour later. It occurs to him that he hasn’t been so close to you in possibly a decade, and you smell the same, even if your body does not feel the same against his, round with another man’s child.

Again, the feelings have long since extinguished, and there’s a melancholy to that. He ponders what it means to love someone for a moment, having been single long enough that the news is pondering whether or not he aims to find love again. He wonders how quickly the media will pounce on a photo of him swinging across the city with his pregnant ex-girlfriend, and he wonders if he looks stupid.

But there’s genuine care in the action. He is a hero.

Hospital coffee tastes all right, he thinks.

Izuku arrives finally, and Sero glances at him, and they acknowledge each other for a moment. He looks flustered and thankful, and bows five quick times in succession before racing down the hallway to the room where he’ll receive his first kid.

Sero wonders for a moment if he’s an idiot, then realizes he’s an idiot for having the thought. He shouldn’t even still be in the waiting room, but he sits there for hours. Like an idiot.

Well, it’s not like he has much better to do on a day off.

Time passes.

And his phone rings.

“I know you might have already left, but do you... want to see her?”

The answer is yes.

There’s a beautiful baby girl bundled and cradled in Izuku’s arms when Sero finds his way into the room after everything is said and done. You are fast asleep and most importantly, alive.

“She did a good job,” Izuku says, his voice soft, lips grazing against the tiny newborn’s forehead.

Sero watches with fascination, and Izuku looks at him, expression filled with endless thanks.

“Do you want to be the godfather?”

Perhaps this makes it all worth it.

#sero x reader #hanta sero x reader #cw pregnancy #cw children #cw crack #cw hurt/comfort #thoughts: sero #thoughts: izuku #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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Wrecked

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Word Count: 4,224

Warnings: Car Crashes, blood and injury, hospitals

Summary: After a run-in with a villain, you suddenly find yourself in a precarious position. Luckily Izuku is on the scene. Let's just hope time is on your side.

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"-ith me?" A fuzzy disjointed voice bounced around in the back of your mind, but you were too out of it to fully comprehend what it was trying to tell you.

"…nuh…?" you managed to mumble, lips refusing to form anything more than one syllable.

What was wrong with you? Everything felt…well your mind was still trying to catalog exactly what it felt but for the most part you knew you were deeply uncomfortable. All the blood had drained to your head, pounding pressure into your skull while your hands hung uselessly above you dipped in what felt like freezing water. An intense throbbing brought focus to your legs where a steering wheel had bent in towards your lap, trapping you in your seat.

A car. That's where you were.

What were you doing in a car? The last thing you remembered was…heading home. That made sense at least. But after that, it was pretty muddled. Why wasn't your memory working?

"Hey, are you with me?" That voice buzzed through your head again and you shut your eyes trying to concentrate on answering.

"Ye…yeah." Good, your mouth seemed to cooperate this time.

"Glad to hear it," the voice- why was it so familiar- seemed relieved. "I'm working on getting you out, but you need to stay still for just a bit longer. Think you can do that for me?"

The moment you nodded your head, you instantly regretted it. Spikes of intense pain shot down your neck and you involuntarily cried out. Something was majorly wrong. It took a few staggered breaths before you were able to focus again.

"What, what happened?" The words slurred out like molasses or maybe that was the blood dripping into your mouth.

"You took a bit of a tumble down the hill. Don't worry, Y/N, I'm right here. I'll get you out in no time." He must've moved closer to you, but how did he know your name?

"Hill?" What hill? You didn’t remember any hill. Risking the pain, you pried open your eyes to look out your peripheral and was met with the familiar blob of green hair. "…Zuku?"

He smiled, a bright beam even through your blurry vision. "I know it's uncomfortable, but just hang tight. The door bent in when you rolled. Does anything else hurt?"

It was only then that you realized his hair was flattened against his skin, dripping with water. How you didn't hear the rain before was a mystery because it seemed to be pouring buckets. The car groaned a bit and shuddered before Izuku grabbed hold of the door and braced his feet to keep it in place.

"What's the E.T.A. on that ambulance?" He asked, a finger to his ear and after a moment he nodded. "Villain's been dispatched but the waters coming in fast. I'll have to meet them on the road."

"Don’t!" you abruptly cried out at the thought of him leaving. "Don't go!"

Suddenly his face was next to yours, eyes wide. "I'm not going anywhere! I promise. But we do need to get you out of there. This ravine is flooding so I'm just gonna take you up where there's a bit less water. I won't leave your side."

It took your brain a moment to process his words. Flooding. Your hands were still hanging above your head, floating in cold water. Though your mind was slow to realize they'd been floating in that water since you woke up. A few small waves crested at your head. Had the water always been that high?

"Y/N," Izuku calmly brought your attention back to him, "The car's wedged in tight. I can't move it without force so I'm going to take the door off. It's bent around your legs, so I'll have to go slow. Tell me if anything hurts. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you rasped out, trying to look down, or rather, up at your legs. The dash had pinned them against the seat though your body was slow on the uptake.

The door screeched as metal on metal slowly peeled apart from his raw strength. With your definite concussion, the noise cut through your skull like a hot knife, but you bared it, squeezing your eyes shut. A few seconds later a very real and very sharp stab of pain lanced up your leg and an agonizing cry escaped you.

"What hurts?" Izuku dropped down on his knee, water splashing as he did so.

"L-leg." You tried to grab the spot, but your hands refused to move, floating uselessly in the rising water. "Get me out, please."

"I will, but I have to know how your legs are pinned. I don't want to risk slicing them."

He laid on his back, the water nearly engulfing him, and pulled himself halfway through the window. From your position in the ravine, the car had been cast in shadow from the rocky cliff you had rolled down, making it quite difficult to see inside. Initially, you'd been fine with that because even the glare from the light outside made your head spin. Now though, it was becoming a frightening hindrance. Izuku pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket and clicked it on, smarting your already aching eyes.

"Can you wiggle your toes?" he asked quietly.

That was something you could do at least. Even that small bit of knowledge calmed you down some. But the rest of your legs were firmly pinned together.

"Yes, but I can't move anything else. I’m- I'm stuck."

"The inside of the door had torn in half. It caught your thigh." He met your gaze. "If I try to pull it off now, it might…" he trailed off, not wanting to finish. "We'll need to wait for the ambulance."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I'll bleed out, won't I?" when you sniffed, your head flinched in pain. "Won't I?" you repeated when he didn't answer.

In the silence, the sound of rushing water seemed to grow louder.

"I won't let that happen." He ran a gentle thumb along your temple, wiping away the mix of tears and blood. "I told you, I'd get you out. Do you trust me?"

"I always trust you."

"Good. Then you'll be fine." He offered you a confident smile as he shined the flashlight around the car, assessing the situation. "Don't worry. The ambulance isn't far. This is almost over."

"I don't want to die." It came out in a broken whisper before you could even think it.

Izuku froze, flashlight gripped tight in his hands. "You won't die. I would never let that happen. I made you a promise didn't I?" He turned back to you, eyes narrowed in determination.

"Yeah," you mumbled, trying to stare at his fuzzy form.

"Besides," he changed his tone to something more upbeat, "you need to think about where we're going for dinner. You were supposed to pick the restaurant tonight."

That was a sudden change of subject. You blinked in confusion then suddenly laughed at the absurd topic. "You're thinking about food right now?"

"No, you're supposed to be thinking about food right now." He grinned. "Don't you remember our dinner plans?"

After a bit of concentration, you did. Once you made it home, you were supposed to go out on a date night. Tuesdays were always date nights.

"S-Still wanna go?" you shivered as the water reached your hairline. "It might have to be hospital food."

"I've got plenty of experience with that," he laughed but it didn't quite meet his eyes as he glanced at the rising water level, then shined the light under the dash where your legs were pinned. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. "But if it's for you, I'll sneak anything you want in. I've got connections there you know."

"Are you sure that's really a good thing?"

He spit out water that splashed into his mouth and scooted closer to the dash, examining your leg. "Who's to say."

The car groaned again and suddenly jerked to the right. His attention shot over to the broken back window that the water had been leaking in through, except now it was flooding inside at an incredible pace. He wiped the water out of his eyes and sat up to stay above the water level.

"Okay, change of plans," he kept his voice calm even as he moved quickly, "The ravine is flooding so I'm going to move the car."

"Didn't-didn’t you say that was too dangerous." you coughed out the water that splashed over your face, trying your best to keep your head above the murky water.

"It's become too dangerous to stay here." He caught your fearful gaze and gave a resolute smile in return. "It's alright, I'll keep you safe." Sliding out of the window, he paused for a split second. "Tell me immediately if something hurts."

As soon as you nodded in confirmation, he slipped through the window, leaving you alone and upside down. The water was coming in too quickly to prepare yourself in your hazy state. You accidentally swallowed a few gulps and tried your best to hack it out, but it was difficult to do when overturned.

In a flash of lightning, you caught Izuku's red shoes splashing through the rushing water as he grounded himself in the small wedge of space between the car and the cliff wall. He was literally between a rock and a hard place. The car itself had bent around the jutted rock, making it difficult to move without jolting you inside. Something he really didn't want to do with your leg in such a vulnerable position.

Another wave hit your head but this time it didn't recede. It took your brain a slow second to realize that you were completely submerged. Water filled your nose and you wriggled trying your best to stave it off.

The entire car complained as it was lifted higher and your head broke free, desperately seeking that precious oxygen. Water drained out through the broken windows, but you could only focus on gagging out the water still stuck in your throat. When the crooked door that was pressed into your leg shifted slightly, white-hot pain bolted up your leg. The pain was so severe that your scream came out as a shuddered gasp. It was only when the door caught on the rock and ripped halfway off the car that a wrenching wail tore from you. The pain was so intense that your vision whited out for a few heavy moments and you lost all strength.

When you regained your vision, you noticed asphalt outside the window as you blearily looked around. Izuku had managed to lift the car back onto the rain-streaked road and immediately dropped through the window to assess your condition. His flashlight scanned your leg and the only thing that registered as wrong was the small grimace he let show for a split second before schooling his features and turning to you with a small smile.

"Please, get me out," you cried, fingers weakly gripping the waterlogged roof. "I can't…it hurts."

"We're going to move you slow, okay?" He rolled onto his back and shifted underneath you again. "I'm going to get you out, but first I need to stabilize you."

A warm wet, different from the icy cold water you'd been thoroughly submerged in, crawled up your leg and dripped onto Izuku's soggy green uniform. The red stood out starkly, even in the dim light of evening.

"Izuku," your fingers clumsily grasped the stained fabric. "Izuku, is that mine?"

He didn't answer at first, busy using Blackwhip to stabilize you, but when you pulled insistently on his uniform, he finally met your eyes.

"When the door shifted, it cut into your leg," he supplied hesitantly. "I'm going to get you out so I can treat it, but you need to stay still until I do."

Once Blackwhip had nearly cocooned you, he snapped the buckle and braced himself to wrench the steering wheel off your legs. The slight give was cushioned by the dark tendrils tenderly embracing you. Now that the pressure was off your legs, the hurt had ebbed itself past the edges of your conscious, coming in full blast. Tears welled up in your tightly squeezed eyes, trickling into your already soaked hair.

He carefully withdrew from the car with you in tow. Your brain did a loop-da-loop as you were turned horizontally, nearly blacking out for a few seconds. The wet ground met your back and you shivered, trying your best to keep your mind off the mess that was your leg.

Izuku went to work, pulling out bandages from his waterproof belt and ripped off the rest of your pant leg to apply the bandages. His fingers prodded along the rest of your leg to feel for more damage, and he stopped at your knee when you yelped.

Red flashed across the wet pavement, and you twisted your head enough to see the ambulance racing through the rain down the deserted road. Beside you, you heard the faint sigh of relief from Izuku as he ran a gloved hand through your hair.

All that adrenaline seemed to seep out of you at that moment and you closed your eyes, relaxing your battered body. It would be so easy to fall asleep and forget this whole ordeal for the time being, but an urgent hand patting your cheek annoyingly kept that from happening.

"Hey," Izuku's voice drifted to the front of your mind, and you cracked your eyes open enough to see his two giant green eyes inches away from your own. "Stay awake. I need you to do that. Can I trust you to do that?"

"Ye…ah." Your eyes just felt so heavy though. It was hard enough to keep one thought strung together, let alone two eyelids open. Surely one little nap couldn't hurt.

"Y/N," he was an insistent one, wasn't he? When his cold fingers found your cheeks and gently squeezed them, you opened your eyes to find he'd stripped his gloves, desperately digging his bare fingers into your cheeks. "Hey, you never told me what food you wanted."

"Food?" you mumbled, turning your head away. "Not…hungry. Tired."

"Concentrate. Tell me what you want. It's my treat after all. We can get anything you want."

"Even Amelio's?" managing to slide your glassy-eyed gaze over to him, you gave him a stupid grin. Izuku hated Amelio's.

He chuckled, but it broke off into a watery smile. "I suppose I did say anything, didn't I?"

"Great." With that, your eyes slid shut and even though Izuku's panicked voice practically pleaded with you to keep them open, you just couldn't find the will to do so. Sleep sounded too good to ignore. Exhaustion took hold and you slipped into the darkness with the coming night.

The ambulance pulled up beside the totaled car and two paramedics rushed over, but Izuku could only focus on your face. You were grimacing, even in unconsciousness. The pain must've seeped into even the darkest recesses of your mind and that in itself seemed to hurt his very soul.

"Deku!" One of the paramedics finally got his attention and he had to forcefully pull himself back into hero mode. "You need to let go now."

He glanced down. His fingers had clutched themselves desperately to your shirt. Slowly, he let go and watched as they went to work, finishing the first aid he'd administered. A buzz in his ear signaled his agency trying to get in contact with him again. He'd ignored the last few attempts, too busy trying to get you out of the now flooded ravine.

"Deku here," he said quietly, finger pressed to the device.

"Where the hell have you been!" A voice scolded him. "We've been trying to contact you! I nearly sent someone after you! What's the status of the villain?"

"Dispatched." He spoke numbly, standing up with the medics as they lifted you onto the gurney. "One casualty. I'm sending coordinates for pickup. I'll give my report later. I'm needed at the hospital."

"Hey, wait just a-"

Izuku cut the call off and followed after the medics. He'd left the villain gift-wrapped for the police at the end of the road, his job here was done. There was a much more important job right now. Seeing you made it through this alive.

Once inside the ambulance, which the medics seemed to be quite shocked the muddied hero had asked to come along, Izuku took hold of your hand, watching as they cleaned the wound on your leg. It was much worse than he was willing to admit to you. The shrapnel in the door cut deep into a vein. Thick waves of dark red oozed out at a terrifyingly fast pace. He only had a limited amount of bandages in his pack and you'd bled through those in less than a minute.

The ride was painstakingly long and listening to the medics as they worked only seemed to make him more and more nervous. One had radioed ahead to the hospital to prep the O.R.. Emergency surgery was needed to repair and stop the bleeding to the damaged vessels. It wasn't just your leg either. Contusions to the chest made it fairly obvious that you'd broken at least a few ribs, not to mention the head injury. All in all, it wasn't good.

Izuku just wished that somehow, you'd wake back up, even if he knew there was a microscopic chance of that happening now. You'd lost too much blood and if by some miracle you did wake up, you'd be in incredible pain. It was best you slept and even so, that made him all the more fearful. He just needed the confirmation that you'd somehow be okay.

Because if you…if you really did die on him, well then, that would make him a liar, wouldn't it? He couldn't fathom the idea. Not when you so whole-heartedly believed in him. In his ability to save you when it really counted. He couldn't let you down like that. So he spent the rest of the ride with his head lowered, body tense, and silently praying to whoever would listen that you would make it through this.

The moment they pulled into the archway of the emergency wing, the doors burst open and you were rushed into a group of waiting nurses, all shouting orders as they wheeled you away. Izuku could only go so far before he was forced to wait in the lobby.

Four hours.

It took four hours of pacing a circle in the lobby, still in his drenched hero uniform, heckling the nurses for any updates. At some point, Momo and Shoto arrived with a change of clothes and some words of comfort. His agency had called to get the full report from him, but his mind was too scattered to give a detailed report. They would have to settle for a summarized version and wait until this was over for the full story.

Word must've spread and gradually the lobby filled up with friends and family, all anxious for news. Izuku had run himself ragged going through all the possible scenarios his mind had cooked up, growing increasingly panicked as the hours dragged on. Just how long was this surgery going to take? Was this a bad sign?

"Um, Y/N L/N?" A small voice broke through the tense atmosphere.

Nearly every head in the room swiveled at the name and the nurse blinked a few times before she focused on Izuku who had stepped forward.

"Is she okay?"

"Well the surgery was successful but she did lose quite a bit of blood. We've started her on another round of transfusions. Once she gets through the night, we'll have a better gauge on how long recovery will take." She explained and Izuku nearly collapsed with relief.

Recovery. Which meant you would get better.

"Can I see her?"

"She hasn't woken up yet, but that's to be expected." The woman said, glancing around at all the eager faces. "I can take you to see her though." Then she held up her hands as the throng of friends surged forward. "One at a time, please."

The entire walk through the recovery ward was torture. Izuku's body had tensed up ever since the ambulance ride and no matter what he did, he couldn't seem to calm down. He wouldn't be able to calm down; not until he saw you, safe and alive. When they finally made it to the room, he paused in the doorway.

It was dark inside. Amidst the darkness, he saw your form lying asleep on the bed, swathed in blankets. Someone must've washed your hair since it was combed through and the lingering scent of soap permeated the room. He stared at you for a long moment, taking in the sight of your chest moving up and down. You were alive and breathing. That tight hold of fear that encompassed his body slowly faded the longer he watched you breathe peacefully.

"Y/N," he whispered, his feet finally falling in place beside your bed. "I'm so sorry."

You didn't respond. Still stuck in that dreamless void of unconsciousness. He eased into the chair, gently taking your limp hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. Finding you in that ravine had scared him more than anything else by far.

That villain he'd chased to the outskirts of the city had come across your car. In hindsight, he should've realized you'd take that road home. You always took that road home. But he'd been too absorbed in trying to get the villain to even consider the possibility that he'd run into you of all people. The shame of failing to protect you sat heavy in his gut.

"I promise I'll make it up to you." He kissed your fingers softly and leaned his hand against your hand.

"You already did," you murmured, eyes squinted open, still quite spacey.

He jumped, startled to see you awake already. Though it didn't last long as your eyes slid shut again, lulled back into sleep. He stared at you a while longer, hoping to see you wake up again, but you continued sleeping in a dreamless bliss.

A small smile lit up his face and finally, he laughed a breathy sigh of relief and shook his head. "You're amazing, you know that?"

BONUS

The hospital wasn't the most fun thing in the world, but then again, what hospital stay is fun? Perhaps Izuku had the answer with his complete punch card of visits in his wallet. You'd healed up enough to sit up in bed. Though the cast on your leg would take a while to mend, you still felt much better than the first few nights here.

Izuku had refused to leave your side until he was sure there were no complications from the accident or the surgery. It was endearing, but you'd finally convinced him to go home and at least shower and nap.

There was no end to the flux of visitors that came through, leaving cards and flowers for a speedy recovery. There certainly wasn't a dull moment in the day, but that only tuckered you out, especially with the meds they were giving you.

Evening had finally made an appearance, something for which you were grateful. Today had been exhausting. A nap sounded good right about now. As you lay back into the fluffy comfort of the pillows and closed your eyes, a quiet knock on the door startled you.

Freshly showered and beaming like the sun, Izuku stood in the doorway. He had his hands behind his back as he leaned against the frame.

"You're back!" You exclaimed, sitting up, and pushing away the drowsiness.

"Yep." He came into the room, hands still hiding behind his back.

"What's that?"

You tried to crane your neck around, eager to see what he had. He was definitely hiding something, judging from the sly smirk adorning his freckled face.

"Um, you know how I love you and everything?" He cocked his head and you nodded along, still trying to see what was behind him. "And I mean like really love you."

"Oh Izuku, just tell me, please!" you leaned over the edge of the bed, rolling your eyes. "I'm just dying to know!"

"Well, we can't have that." With a dramatic sigh, he pulled a paper bag out and dangled it in front of you.

"Amelio's?!" you nearly fell out of the bed with excitement and made grabby hands at the bag that he held just out of reach. "Oh, that is so much better than hospital food." Blinking up at him, you cocked your head. "But you hate Amelio's."

"Well I had to make good on my promise, didn't I?" He finally gave you the bag and you immediately dug into it, finding all your favorites.

"You always do." Pulling out a container, you patted the spot next to you and he eagerly climbed in and snuggled against your side. "And that's just one of the many things I love about Amelio's." When he pouted you nuzzled against his cheek. "Oh I'm joking, you know I love you."

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