The song used in this chapter is 'fix me' it is owned by 10 year.
Chapter 12
A pair of green eyes blinked at the sight, the distraught men peering down at his injured body. The cold skin of their hands as they gripped his own, careful not to squeeze the sore appendages. A slew of voices up and down the hall echoed beyond the door, but it seemed like they were the only ones here in this moment. The stinging of his eyes beneath his hair as he hung his head in shame. Deep breaths swirled out of the emerald man. His arms plagued with intravenous contraptions, his chest attacked with sensors. The sterile air stung a few tiny slices that were left in lieu of the saline and medication stabbing into his forearm. This had to be the worst idea he had ever had, Midoriya shot at himself inside of his head, as he closed his eyes and laid back.
He was taken once more by sleep, the tired body demanding it's rest. The taller men held one another once more, watching over the green angel before they fell asleep in a heap on the unpleasant couch in the room. Desperate to be at his side when he awoke.
A deep click of the door handle and a fresh white coat swinging through perked up the three men, their eyes shifting to the face. An older man adjusted his glasses and stood at the bottom of Midoriya's bed, his pen scribbling quickly in the silence that had taken the room.
"Mr. Midoriya, you've had quite a night." The blank tone could rival Todoroki's.
"It really hu-hurts, sir." His face being claimed by the salty liquid.
"Yes, a nurse should be in shortly to give you something. We needed you to rest properly and have time to get the alcohol out of your system." The scribbling dragged into his ears as his head ached.
"Now," The doctor began once again. "By now you must be feeling you've suffered a mild concussion, among the glass we managed to dig out of your body we found multiple cracked ribs as well as two broken. The anesthetic we administered should have dulled the superficial pain somewhat, but the nurse will give you something stronger today for the internal injuries." He clicked his pen, sliding it into his coat pocket.
"I-I broke.. I don't really r-remember.." He coughed with a jerk at the unwelcome tinge inside of his chest.
"You will need much rest Mr. Midoriya, I will come back in a few hours to assess your vital conditions. For now, no immediate actions." He turned as the door clicked once more.
He left more questions than answers, the two men at his sides leaning down. The blue and purple splotches of freckled cheeks digging into their hearts.
"Izuku, you hit someone and then got rear ended." The low tone shaking as it fought to steady.
"Yeah, what the hell 'zuku." The gruff voice unwell with the situation, ruby red eyes searching for an answer inside of green orbs.
The tousled mess of green strands shook as the damaged body cried. Cried in pain, in anger. His bandaged hands hiding the sad expression he held.
"S-Stupid.. I'm sorry." A sob leaving his lips. "I was s-so worried abo-" He choked at the sharp 'shh' he received from the two above him.
"We'll worry about that later, you need to rest for now." The cooled hand attempted to numb his arm as the dual user spread an icy chill down the limb.
"We're here for you baby." Deep eyes scrunched with concern.
"Th-Thank you Kacchan, Shoto." He looked between them and wiped his eyes.
Finally, the nurse was entering with the relief from pain. The tubes moving with purpose, bags being connected, and the scrawling as monitors were looked over. Her soft voice mingled with the two deeper ones he loved to hear. Midoriya thought about the night's events, he couldn't stitch together a complete picture but he knew there was a constant issue. His eyes grazed the protective wrappings, the wounds written onto his arms were only a fraction of the damage he had caused himself. The throbbing in his body slowed as the beeping machine allowed droplets into his bloodstream.
Why was he so reckless, but why didn't he care what could have happened last night.
Why would he have felt more serenity if the pointless nagging inside of his head stopped, if the emotional tension had ended.
No, he couldn't think like that. These two, they really wanted to be here for him. When he lost his mother after school it was hard, the lump of pain he had smooshed down growing with each year. Though he thought it would shrink under pressure.
He thought this new chapter would bring light, would bring that damn dark cloud away.
He never thought he would allow it to seep out, to crawl into his life again and thrash against the content walls he had built.
This room was crushing Midoriya, the stares from two concerned men while his head hung still staring at the condition of his arms. He felt an ache for hurting them.
Still, when he closed his eyes he felt theirs drilling into him. He could feel their sickened worry for the emerald as he began to succumb to the painkiller in his veins. His breathing shallow while his lips sat parted and chapped.
"Katsuki," The mismatched eyes met crimson as they sat down together. "Why would he do something like this?" The dual user was still trying to understand the feelings the younger man must be having. His own a fleshed mix of slightly translated pages in his head.
"Y'know, Izuku was always too much in his own head when we were younger. I know you didn't get to know him until high school, but even after I started making up for all the bullying I did- he just always had a sad face when I'd catch him." The blonde sighed. "After his mom passed, I mean he seemed fine. Guess I was too fucking stupid to see it." He berated himself, the other man quickly rubbing his shoulder.
"No, no. It's not that. We have to help him, Katsuki. Through this, we have to build him up." The peppermint hair shifting as long fingers brushed through it once.
"Yeah, he would do that for us." A stifled cough from the emerald caught his attention.
"I guess we're parents now." The blank expression shot towards the younger man as he whispered.
A hearty chuckle erupting from the creamy blonde's chest as he pushed the other man with a smile.
"Shut up half n' half." His eyes creasing with the first pang of joy in the sullen room.
It was two weeks since he had been released from the hospital, three since he had started therapy for his thoughts. Among the scattered pillows sat a dishelved Midoriya. His clothes tousled against his skin loosely while he chewed on his pencil.
Just write, nerd. The notebook handed to him with minimal explanation from the taller man.
A soft expression had padded in. You will feel better after you let it out, Izuku. The heterochromatic man had kissed his forehead and gave him privacy once more.
He sighed, he guessed he could write something. The therapist said it would help too, though that mandatory course would end soon. He would be left to manage with the tools he had learned from the events. A surprising turn of them as 'Bakoki's manager had used their entire legal and PR team to scuffle the incident under the rug. It was nothing more than a small accident on the news, involving some no name drunk driver. The blonde had tried his best to make sure Izuku suffered minimal legal damages. Mostly fines are what he was left with, the system caring more about money than anything else.
He should be grateful, he would be, yes. His boyfriend's had saved him when under duress, they were wrapping him tightly in security and love. His ribs still ached when he sighed too deep, or stood too suddenly. The cuts forming more scars over his body.
The pencil had suffered at his nibbling long enough, before he began to scrawl across the paper.
It's taken a lifetime to lose my way,
A lifetime of yesterdays,
All the wasted time on my hands,
Turns to sand,
And fades in the wind,
Crossing lines,
Small crimes,
Taking back what is mine.
He could feel his hand shake, the words resonating inside of him with each dragging second his pencil met the paper. The words called out to him, it really was helping him. When his coughing got the best of him, the one for all user could hear the familiar pattern of feet coming down the hallway towards their bedroom. He tugged his blanket across himself, leaning back into the pile of fluffy pillows as they caught him. His body still angry at the damage he caused, he sighed. The taller men came to his side, Todoroki sitting down next to him with a hand gently resting on his sore abdomen. The blonde watched the icy quirk soothe the mending muscle and bone.
"Tch. Showoff." He smirked and crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry you can't compete." The monotone voice sarcastically replied.
"Oi! We all know I fuck better than you coldstone so shut it." He grinned and looked over at the notebook beside Midoriya.
"Did you start writing, Izuku?" The smaller man blushed at him, fidgeting with his hands before picking up the scribblings.
"Um, I-I did. B-But you can't see it! It's private!" He pulled the book closer, hiding its contents against his chest as he felt embarrassed.
"You're no fun Deku. I bet it's good. You used to do all that writing in school." A genuine smile from the taller man standing next to the two.
"W-Well actually," He started, all eyes on him. "C-Can I.. Come with you guys a-and maybe.." He flustered as the words fought to stay sealed inside his mouth. "Your next, your next show. Can I p-perform what I've written, w-with you?" He looked up sheepishly as smiles graced him.
"Absolutely Izuku." The dual user grabbed his hand to place a soft kiss on his knuckles.
"You're just gonna steal my spotlight Deku," A pair of crossed arms opened to him, reaching for his face. "I think you'd look better under it though, baby." He held his chin, trying his best to kiss gently on the man's lips.
Midoriya smiled as his eyes lit up, he shooed his boyfriends out as he excitedly continued writing. He felt so lucky to have those two, his heart beating against his healing chest, it wanted to soar.
It was an hour before Todoroki had been given a tray of nourishment crafted by Bakugo. The fiery blonde had said to check on the nerd and that he would bring his medicine after his scrawny ass ate. Entering with food in hand, the scarred man walked over and sat the tray on the bedside table. Green scraggles of hair across his face as he slept, Todoroki couldn't stand to wake the emerald. His eyelashes delicately fluttering as he yawned, scrunching his face before turning over. He grunted in his sleep at the sharp movement, unaware of himself. The dual user rested his hand once more on the sore body and left a flimsy layer of cooling ice.
He really did need to wake up and eat, though. Todoroki thought, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
In my AU, they do have quirks but never took the hero course and hence why i dont mention it much. Todo's really does just come in handy so much haha.
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