Uraraka

I approached him again more slowly as he lay there in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly agape with a line of blood coming from it. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I edged closer. I got to my knees avoiding the blood and leaned forward to touch him. I couldn't believe that after all this time, when I finally got to see him again, that this was how it was going to happen.

My hand found its way to his neck blood stained cheek, touching it I flinched back, but when I looked to my hand there was no blood on me. Confused I reached forward again, touching his neck wound directly, but it was hard.

His hand whipped up and caught me by the wrist before I could react. I gasped from the shock of his speed and strength, squeezing my wrist tightly.

"That hurts you know" he growled as he slowly opened an eye to look at me. Our eyes locked for a long moment. He didn't look shocked to see me, only tired.
"Uraraka" my heart stopped for a second hearing him say my name in a husky voice after so long, "it's only you" he closed his eye again and I felt the strength in his grip lessen till he let go and his arm fell back down to the pavement.

Midoriya

I opened my eyes into a dark room and sat up slowly finding myself in a double bed with nice clean pale coloured sheets. I closed my eyes for a moment, my head spinning from lack of blood. Once I felt more sturdy I swung my legs out of the bed to sit on the edge for a moment. It was light outside but the curtains in the room were drawn close and the door opposite hanging open by just a crack let in some light. I could smell cooking coming in through the crack and hunger suddenly hit me so hard I swayed. Taking another moment to steady myself I stood out of the bed. My shirt was gone, but I still had the same pants on, luckily they had been spared my blood. I crossed the room to a mirror on the far wall to look at my reflection. I remember being attacked and as I inspected my throat I saw it had been cleaned and only a deep red line made from a thick scab remained. My stomach grumbled again and I left the room, heading down a short hallway to enter a small living room and kitchen.

I looked to my right to the kitchen side to find Uraraka working hard in the kitchen. I headed to the left of the room and sat down heavily on the small couch.

"Where's my shirt?" I asked tiredly and Uraraka jumped, having not realised I was there.

"Uh" she began, slowly turning to face me with a stirring spoon in hand, "sorry, I put it in the wash. It should be dry by now. I can get it for you" she went to leave the kitchen when I raised a hand to her and she stopped.

"No, it's fine I can get it" I slowly got to my feet, "down here?" I asked pointing back down the hallway. The only remaining place it could have been was in the closed room opposite the bedroom. I went to step forward but swayed a bit and a moment later Uraraka was by my side, her hands on my chest as she tried to direct me back to the couch.

"No you should rest more" she pushed. I didn't have the energy to argue and sat back down on the couch heavily with a sigh. She looked at me with concerned eyes before leaving down the hall and returning with my clean shirt.
"I'm sorry for taking it off" she added as she handed it to me, "it was filthy"

"It's fine" I answered as I pulled my shirt on. When I looked back at her she was looking away uncomfortably.

"You have a lot more scars than you used to" she added shyly.

"Yeah" I added with a sigh. She seemed uncomfortable around me and I could tell her heart was beating fast. It has been a long time since I saw her last and I hoped she wasn't afraid of me.
"I'll tell you the story behind them all sometime soon if you'd like" I smiled up at her and she seemed to relax a little. Me being cheerful and smiling is the Deku she would have remembered.

"Sure" she gave me a small nod and smile in return and went back to her cooking.

"What are you making?" I asked from the couch. I wanted to keep the conversation going. I wanted her to feel comfortable around me again.

"Fish and rice" she answered without looking back, "did you want some?"

"Sure" I replied happily. She gave me a side glance, but I saw her smile and it made me feel better.

Uraraka

Lunch with Deku had been nice, his warm smiles making me feel more comfortable around him, but I couldn't escape the nagging feelings inside me. He offered to clean the dishes and I was happy to see him more steady on his feet after some food. I couldn't escape the unease I felt when I saw the deep red mark across his throat, how unnatural it was for him to have survived such an attack.

After I had found him alive I had brought him home to my apartment that I used during the school holidays as it was closer to work for me. I knew I should have taken him to the hospital, but part of me wanted to keep him to myself. If I had taken him there the police would have been involved and I wouldn't have been able to speak to him. I wanted to know everything that had happened since he chose to leave. Why he left in the first place.

"Deku" I started. He was finding his way around my small kitchen, putting the dishes away best he could. He gave me a hmm without looking back, "what have you been doing all this time?" I continued.

"Training" he replied without looking back.

"You left for training? I thought you were in danger?" I asked more harshly than I should have and he finished putting away the last plate and looked back at me. I stared at him fiercely, my anger getting the better of me. I wanted answers.

"I was" he replied finally

"We could have helped you!" I snapped back. I was on my feet now, palms down on the table feeling my pent up anger and sadness welling up inside. I wanted to scream at him, throw a fist at him, but I also wanted to curl up and cry. He watched me for a long moment, seemingly assessing me before sighing. He walked past me to the couch and sat down. He patted the spare spot beside him, but I was too stiff with anger to go sit beside him.

"You want answers" he stated, "you're mad at me for leaving. I'll tell you whatever you want to know" he looked up to me with a small soft smile, "it's the least I could do after that meal"