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Beep… beep… beep… beep…
Izuku thought it quite dramatic that the nurses at the West Arcadia Hospital decided to hook him up to this loud, obnoxious life support machine. He knew that they were just looking out for his best interest -- and he was very thankful for that, don’t get him wrong! Medical personnel were absolutely the true heroes in this crazy, cruel universe they lived in, and deserved the utmost respect. But… every successive beep just sounded louder, if you asked him, and vaguely reminded him of Kacchan’s incessant yelling at him to ‘get better quick, Deku, so we can make some more cold hard cash!’
Truly, Kagome Hirogame’s monetary reward hadn’t quite hit the Heroes for Hire account yet, but Katsuki Bakugo was already frothing at the idea that their business could somehow take off. It made Deku smile, in spite of himself; anything that got Kacchan raring to go do more hero work was alright with him, and if he knew anything about the firecracker of a boy, it was that his obsession with profit and action just masked a deep-rooted desire to help others out. People had argued before that Bakugo was, in some ways, quite villainous, but Izuku had never really seen it that way; passion wasn’t evil. It was just full of fervor, and that type of forward motion could be really fucking scary to some people.
He knew that he felt a similar kind of passion in his gut, even if it manifested quite differently than Kacchan’s did. Where young Bakugo was all wild threats and yelling and posturing, Midoriya trended more toward admiration almost to the point of hero worship. That was one of the key differences between them, Izuku knew; Kacchan seemed to believe in himself just inherently, without any thought to the alternative, and he had to put in so much effort to get to that level of confidence.
…for now he’d just neglect to think about how those self-esteemed problems were directly related to Kacchan’s relentless bullying. That’d be better for the both of them.
Still, somehow they’d managed to pull it off. The Heroes for Hire had rescued the pups and kittens and turtles and other pets, and successfully completed the job they were hired to do. As he laid in his hospital bed, he decided, considering how insanely adversarial their whole relationship had always been, that was quite the achievement.
His next big goal? Getting unattached from these damn wires.
“Nurse?” he called, leaning as far as he could off the bed. When no one responded, his lips curled into a scowl and he reluctantly pressed the big red call button just within his reach.
I don’t wanna bother anyone doing something important, he thought, but I just have to get off this machine.
Within minutes, a peppy nurse had entered the room. Izuku explained, perhaps over-politely, that he really needed to shower, and the young man quickly started unhooking him. “Gotta make sure our patients feel nice and squeaky clean!” the guy smiled. “Need any help or anything? I know your arm’s not fully recovered!”
Izuku blushed at the thought. “Oh, no, I think I’ll be fine,” he smiled, lifting up his good arm and running a hand through his hair. “Thanks, though!”
The nurse disappeared from the room with a nod and a smile, and finally, the green-haired boy was free to stretch his legs. His joints crackled and popped; he hadn’t moved them much since the big showdown at the barn, since Kacchan had very uncharacteristically helped him get to the police car that escorted them to the hospital. His toes touched the green-and-white tile and shivered a little bit, the glossy ceramic retaining the chill of the overly air conditioned room.
Deku smiled; feeling things was a good sign.
Quicker than he’d expected, he managed to make it to the bathroom, carefully removing his sling and hanging it on a hook on the back of the door. He loosed one of the ties on his hospital gown and let it fall to his feet, stepping out of it and into the nice, relaxing -- and extremely warm, thank the Arbiter -- water of the shower. It pelted him, each droplet like a tiny, healing punch hitting his slowly scarring skin.
He took this opportunity to look as much as he could at his broken body. His leg hadn’t fully succumbed to the might of One for All -- meaning it wasn’t broken, thank goodness -- but the bruises running up it were worrisome, nevertheless. Now that he and Kacchan had been expelled from UA, they didn’t have Recovery Girl to help them heal, so his arm still looked almost as limp as a noodle and had basically been turned the deepest shade of purple he’d ever seen when he used it to Smash that goon. This Arcadian hospital had some powerful White Mages working within its halls, so it would certainly heal faster than if left to more rudimentary medical treatment, but they still paled in comparison to Recovery Girl’s efficiency.
Still… he knew this body wasn’t built to last under the pressure of a powerful Quirk like One for All. He had to train more. He had to work harder.
I’ll never be a hero if I can’t handle my own power.
Once he’d cleaned himself to the best of his ability, he slipped on some more appropriate hospital garb -- principally, some that had actual pants, and some slippers to protect his toes from the cold tile -- and readjusted his sling back onto his arm. He ventured out into the hallways of the hospital, and the doctors and nurses were so busy caring for patients that clearly needed more immediate help that no one really noticed his brief departure. He made his way down to the hospital’s cafeteria. He meant to maybe get himself some breakfast when his eyes fell upon none other than Kenji Kurosawa sitting at a table across the way.
Huh, he thought, did I hurt him so badly he had to be brought here? He thought back to the fight at the barn, then looked at Kenji’s wrist -- yeah, the brace told him everything he needed to know. He could also see some bruising running up the brown-haired boy’s cheek and neck from where he’d kicked him. I should apologize, the would-be hero told himself, and then he started toward the other boy, not really thinking any further about it.
Midoriya’s slippers muffled his steps up until he was almost upon Kenji’s table, but the other boy looked up just in time to see his approach. Kenji’s eyes went wide, and then his brow furrowed with so much fury that it stopped Izuku in his tracks. The boy with the lightning bolt zig zagging through his hair stood, snatching his tray off the table and immediately retreating towards the door.
“Kenji, I -- ” Izuku called after him, but was ignored. As the other boy stalked off, Midoriya’s eyes fell to his ankle and he saw the chunky, black bracelet adorning it.
His eyes fell to the floor.
Can’t I save everyone? Isn’t a hero supposed to be able to… accomplish anything?
Izuku thought it quite dramatic that the nurses at the West Arcadia Hospital decided to hook him up to this loud, obnoxious life support machine. He knew that they were just looking out for his best interest -- and he was very thankful for that, don’t get him wrong! Medical personnel were absolutely the true heroes in this crazy, cruel universe they lived in, and deserved the utmost respect. But… every successive beep just sounded louder, if you asked him, and vaguely reminded him of Kacchan’s incessant yelling at him to ‘get better quick, Deku, so we can make some more cold hard cash!’
Truly, Kagome Hirogame’s monetary reward hadn’t quite hit the Heroes for Hire account yet, but Katsuki Bakugo was already frothing at the idea that their business could somehow take off. It made Deku smile, in spite of himself; anything that got Kacchan raring to go do more hero work was alright with him, and if he knew anything about the firecracker of a boy, it was that his obsession with profit and action just masked a deep-rooted desire to help others out. People had argued before that Bakugo was, in some ways, quite villainous, but Izuku had never really seen it that way; passion wasn’t evil. It was just full of fervor, and that type of forward motion could be really fucking scary to some people.
He knew that he felt a similar kind of passion in his gut, even if it manifested quite differently than Kacchan’s did. Where young Bakugo was all wild threats and yelling and posturing, Midoriya trended more toward admiration almost to the point of hero worship. That was one of the key differences between them, Izuku knew; Kacchan seemed to believe in himself just inherently, without any thought to the alternative, and he had to put in so much effort to get to that level of confidence.
…for now he’d just neglect to think about how those self-esteemed problems were directly related to Kacchan’s relentless bullying. That’d be better for the both of them.
Still, somehow they’d managed to pull it off. The Heroes for Hire had rescued the pups and kittens and turtles and other pets, and successfully completed the job they were hired to do. As he laid in his hospital bed, he decided, considering how insanely adversarial their whole relationship had always been, that was quite the achievement.
His next big goal? Getting unattached from these damn wires.
“Nurse?” he called, leaning as far as he could off the bed. When no one responded, his lips curled into a scowl and he reluctantly pressed the big red call button just within his reach.
I don’t wanna bother anyone doing something important, he thought, but I just have to get off this machine.
Within minutes, a peppy nurse had entered the room. Izuku explained, perhaps over-politely, that he really needed to shower, and the young man quickly started unhooking him. “Gotta make sure our patients feel nice and squeaky clean!” the guy smiled. “Need any help or anything? I know your arm’s not fully recovered!”
Izuku blushed at the thought. “Oh, no, I think I’ll be fine,” he smiled, lifting up his good arm and running a hand through his hair. “Thanks, though!”
The nurse disappeared from the room with a nod and a smile, and finally, the green-haired boy was free to stretch his legs. His joints crackled and popped; he hadn’t moved them much since the big showdown at the barn, since Kacchan had very uncharacteristically helped him get to the police car that escorted them to the hospital. His toes touched the green-and-white tile and shivered a little bit, the glossy ceramic retaining the chill of the overly air conditioned room.
Deku smiled; feeling things was a good sign.
Quicker than he’d expected, he managed to make it to the bathroom, carefully removing his sling and hanging it on a hook on the back of the door. He loosed one of the ties on his hospital gown and let it fall to his feet, stepping out of it and into the nice, relaxing -- and extremely warm, thank the Arbiter -- water of the shower. It pelted him, each droplet like a tiny, healing punch hitting his slowly scarring skin.
He took this opportunity to look as much as he could at his broken body. His leg hadn’t fully succumbed to the might of One for All -- meaning it wasn’t broken, thank goodness -- but the bruises running up it were worrisome, nevertheless. Now that he and Kacchan had been expelled from UA, they didn’t have Recovery Girl to help them heal, so his arm still looked almost as limp as a noodle and had basically been turned the deepest shade of purple he’d ever seen when he used it to Smash that goon. This Arcadian hospital had some powerful White Mages working within its halls, so it would certainly heal faster than if left to more rudimentary medical treatment, but they still paled in comparison to Recovery Girl’s efficiency.
Still… he knew this body wasn’t built to last under the pressure of a powerful Quirk like One for All. He had to train more. He had to work harder.
I’ll never be a hero if I can’t handle my own power.
Once he’d cleaned himself to the best of his ability, he slipped on some more appropriate hospital garb -- principally, some that had actual pants, and some slippers to protect his toes from the cold tile -- and readjusted his sling back onto his arm. He ventured out into the hallways of the hospital, and the doctors and nurses were so busy caring for patients that clearly needed more immediate help that no one really noticed his brief departure. He made his way down to the hospital’s cafeteria. He meant to maybe get himself some breakfast when his eyes fell upon none other than Kenji Kurosawa sitting at a table across the way.
Huh, he thought, did I hurt him so badly he had to be brought here? He thought back to the fight at the barn, then looked at Kenji’s wrist -- yeah, the brace told him everything he needed to know. He could also see some bruising running up the brown-haired boy’s cheek and neck from where he’d kicked him. I should apologize, the would-be hero told himself, and then he started toward the other boy, not really thinking any further about it.
Midoriya’s slippers muffled his steps up until he was almost upon Kenji’s table, but the other boy looked up just in time to see his approach. Kenji’s eyes went wide, and then his brow furrowed with so much fury that it stopped Izuku in his tracks. The boy with the lightning bolt zig zagging through his hair stood, snatching his tray off the table and immediately retreating towards the door.
“Kenji, I -- ” Izuku called after him, but was ignored. As the other boy stalked off, Midoriya’s eyes fell to his ankle and he saw the chunky, black bracelet adorning it.
His eyes fell to the floor.
Can’t I save everyone? Isn’t a hero supposed to be able to… accomplish anything?