Whumptober Prompts: Disorientation, Concussion, Hypothermia, Carrying, Secondary Drowning

First BNHA Fanfiction, so feel free to rip into it :)

Midoriya had never had the best luck with teachers. Being quirkless, even if his grades throughout school were phenomenal, set a certain bias towards him that affected the vast majority of his teachers (and peers; of course his peers).

He would be ignored, and if not then he'd be reprimanded for "eliciting violence"— towards himself, somehow. Apparently that was a thing. Getting blown up and beat up and messed up in every sort of way by people he once considered his friends was, according to his teachers, principle, and so on, very clearly his fault.

His dreams would be very nearly shattered every time he'd have meetings to discuss his future. Obviously a quirkless kid, something that was considered a rarity even in the general public, going to a hero school was unheard of. He'd absorb what they were saying, disregarding it afterwards.

Overall, it didn't leave very high expectations when he went to UA. Especially when, on the first day of classes, before he even knew his teacher's name, he was once again having his potential ripped out from under his feet. Mr. Aizawa wasn't a bad guy, obviously. If he was, he wouldn't be a Pro Hero— much less a teacher for teenagers. And he's shown his compassion on numerous occasions: USJ, the Training Camp, the Shie Hassaikai Raid, etc. Probably too many to count.

He's just, if Midoriya were to describe him, abrasive . Someone with walls built up. He was similar to All Might in that way— they were just hiding different things behind their metaphorical walls.

And like All Might, who has only had to let slip his secrets to very few individuals, Midoriya included, it wouldn't be surprising if there were a select number of people Mr. Aizawa let his walls down around, too. He seemed to be close to Present Mic...ish. Probably more-so than could be observed on the surface level. Good friends, maybe more. And Eri seemed to bring out a softness to him, same with Shinsou.

Midoriya figured that Mr. Aizawa was just a concealed type of person. He didn't really expect to ever see him lose his calm demeanor.

And he definitely didn't expect himself to be the source of him losing it.

The first thing he notices is how numb his body is. Sensations touch him, things are surrounding him, but they're only pressures. Not so much distinct feelings. It's strange...unnerving. Everything is sluggish, all of his thoughts. That, coupled with the numbness, leaves him feeling like he's floating. Not in-touch with reality.

The second thing he notices is how cold he is. Since he's numb, it's not so much cold surrounding him. More like cold...within him. Like he can be snapped in half at a moment's notice. Everything begins coming to his attention: the thrumming in his ears and the pain in his head. There's burning, like they're touching hot coals, along his fingers and toes and face.

There's something surrounding him on all sides, a pressure against his cheek and another one running up and down the length of his spine at a quick pace. It leaves a burning trail where it touches as well, and Izuku can't help the weak croak that escapes him at the discomfort the sensation brings.

The pressure stops moving immediately, staying still in a single spot on his back. Izuku would sigh in relief if his body was able to do so, but he fails at even that. His throat doesn't work at all really, serving only to let him suck in breath after shaky breath. It echoes nonetheless. As though there was metal surrounding his face.

There's a murmur around him. Low. The fluctuations that come with it imply speech— like when his mom used to speak on the phone with his dad, trying to keep her voice down so Izuku didn't hear her aggravated remarks even through the wall. It's quiet, too. Something that doesn't much matter since he can't understand them anyways, but something he's also grateful for for the sake of his now pounding head.

The pressure on his back moves up, drifting to his shoulder. When it presses down even slightly Izuku feels a muscle-deep tenderness there. Something unfortunately familiar to him. Had he broken his arm? Again? How? How bad was it?

The last thing he remembers…

Izuku is shifted backwards by something . Although, he's inclined to say someone now, taking all these sensations into consideration. Who is a completely different story. The pressure on his cheek, apparently the only support that his head has had, leaves and suddenly his head is lolling backwards.

The last thing he remembers was…

Snow. No…

Ice .

Shattering and splintering under his feet and a towering someone — a villain.

Water flooding his lungs.

A villain .

Fingers brush against his cheek.

Izuku's eyes snap open, a wretched gasp exploding from his apparently ravaged throat.

He sees nothing. Just blurred, colorless blobs of nothing significant. White spots dancing in his vision while darkness threatens to overtake it completely.

The arms surrounding him tighten. The hand on his shoulder shifts away, wrapping around his torso in a locked grip instead. Probably knowing that Izuku can't move that arm—incorrectly believing that he can move really anything. Or, maybe it's to not damage the limb further, but...that's a strange consideration from whoever this is— a possible enemy. Izuku still hasn't ruled that out.

"—oung—oriya!"

Sudden shouting. It makes his head twinge viciously.

There are two hands on his face very suddenly. He can tell they're hands because of the way their fingers are splayed against his cheeks, the farthest reaching being pressed into his hairline. The thumbs wrap under his jaw, forcing his head forward and preventing him from thrashing away. It effectively stops all the thrashing, though Izuku wasn't quite aware he was trying to get away in the first place until then, from continuing.

In the stillness of the next moment, breaths heaving from his chest and tremors running viciously down his now very much cold body, his vision clears somewhat. Though still blurred, Izuku can at least see colors and vague shapes.

And the first color he sees is a vibrant gold. Flayed outward and framing what appears to be a face.

"Can—ear me, my—"

Izuku squints as though that'll make the face mere inches from him clear. As though it will answer so many questions in his fogged and very confused mind.

Blue clothing...blue eyes . A kind yet weak and wobbling smile…

"My boy?"

Izuku exhales sharply. Suddenly breathless.

All Might.

It crashes into him very suddenly. The relief. The understanding. It's amazing how, even in his depowered form, All Might can bring about all semblances of peace in Izuku's fogged mind.

All the energy he had somehow scrounged up drains from him, and he finds himself falling even more limply into the arms surrounding him.

Other arms .

There are now four hands touching him, and the two Izuku can feel burning paths along his freezing skin definitely don't belong to All Might.

Izuku tries to turn his face to the form he's pressed against to his left. All Might seems to understand, loosening his hold and supporting Izuku's head instead of restraining it. Izuku's vision swims when he turns, the lines of the forms in front of him blending together in a cacophony of sights.

It takes a moment, probably long enough for whoever is holding him to begin feeling impatient. But when his vision clears all he's met with is a neutral gaze, eyebrows quirked in concern, dark hair tangled and messier than usual framing a paler than usual face. Firelight flickers across his features, though Izuku doesn't know where the source of that is at as of right now.

A blanket is strewn across his teacher's shoulders, and Izuku notes somewhere at the back of his mind that it is trailing down towards himself, too. Wrapped around his body and the arms that are around him.

Izuku's eyes close on their own, a painful croak leaving his throat that just barely manages to sound like the, "hi" he was attempting at murmuring to the two individuals surrounding him.

It seems to get the message across.

The hand that had wrapped around his torso returns to Izuku's back, continuing the attempt at getting warmth through friction back into Izuku. He faintly hears a murmured answer, and notices how All Might's hands almost hesitantly recede after a small pat to his cheek.

Izuku doesn't remember everything about what got him here. He remembers a villain, and he remembers snow and ice and being slung over someone's shoulders at some point. He definitely remembers feeling cold.

With unconsciousness coming back with a vengeance—all the sensations and sounds that took so long to come to attention to fading away once more, Izuku finds himself being okay with not understanding what is going on. At least for the moment.

He feels warm, knowing All Might and Mr. Aizawa were there.