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Like a good student he is, he sat down.
And then internally start screaming again.
No, it's okay. I got this.
Totally.
–
The teacher decided to lean on some wall, making eye contact with the student.
Midoryia looked away, mh. Maybe he’s scared of the hospital setting? No, that wouldn’t make sense, he was fine (or as fine as he can be) after the event of the USJ.
Eh, he’ll stay, just in case.
Deciding to be emotional support for a student who is clearly not having a fun time in this room. (To be fair, who would have a fun time in this room.) Aizawa watches as the student eyes Recovery Girl’s every move.
Clearly there's some unpack trauma that needs some unpacking.
Changing directions, Midoryia started fidgeting the same arm with the cut, toying with the sleeve, picking his nails and so on.
“Okay, boys,” Recovery Girl spoke to the two, gloved and sanitized, she made her way toward the student, “put your arm on here and roll up your sleeve please.”
Midoriya pushed his black undershirt sleeve up, exposing the impressive bandage work.
“Oh wow, that's actually really good,” the healer commented, getting a closer look.
“Did you do it yourself?” the nurse asked what we’ve all been thinking.
Midoryia nodded, Recovery Girl let out a humming sound.
“Mh, okay. Tell me if this hurts,” Midoryia nodded. The nurse touched and poke at different parts of the arm, receiving either a nod or a shake from the student.
Touching a rather painful part, Midoryia tense up. Followed by an apology from the nurse.
Mh, “since it's already bandaged and done well at that, there’s no need for me to undo it,” Recovery Girl spoke.
“Unless you want this injury to be healed. I will need to undo it so my quirk can properly heal it,” the healer asked.
“No, it's okay,” Midoryia said quickly, a couple seconds of silence, Midoryia followed up with, “I want my energy for the next match.”
That's reasonable.
“Alright,” the nurse turned around to take of her glove and threw it in the trash can, “I know it's not my place to ask but I know the Public Health System will ask me about this once this see this log,” she said as she typed in her patient on her spreadsheet.
“But how did you learn how to bandage yourself?” she asked, continuing to type.
The only sound in the room is the sound of keyboard clicking.
Until Midoryia spoke, “I learned because of a friend.”
Aizawa watches as the nurse, typed in “self taught” in the missing box.
Odd. That's such an odd answer.
Knock out of that though with Mic announcing the next match starting soon.
“You can get going kid,” Aizawa told Midoryia.
The student didn’t take long to understand and swiftly left.
As soon as the student was a bit away, still typing, Recovery Girl said, “sweetheart definitely has some past experiences with Hospitals.”
To this Aizawa commented, “maybe not hospitals because after the USJ, after he woke up, he wasn’t all…” unable to find the correct word but Recovery Girl understood.
A bit of silence then the nurse added, “Shock after the USJ?”
“Can be.”
Some silence where they sat and thought for a bit.
“Next time I’ll go to him instead,” the nurse said, “maybe a change of setting will do.”
But for some weird reason, they both felt like that wasn’t true.
Even after the potential chance of all his secrets getting blown, being long gone now. And also nowhere near the Nurse office he’s still running.
He was walking very normally, even pace and he doesn’t know when but it soon turned into a jog then quickly a sprint and before he knew it he was full on running.
He doesn’t even know where he’s going.
Still running, the announcement from the loud speakers almost tipped him over the edge Present Mic loud, very loud.
Its so loud.
Izuku’s fight or flight is triggered, he didn’t even register that he had punched the wall until his blood started flowing.
Oh fuck.
What is this day?
Unlike some sane man, Izuku walked towards the locker room, in the opposite direction of the Nurse office, where he just was.
Wrapping his bruise and bloody hand up with his sport uniform jacket. Again.
Sighing, he just changed.
Going straight for his locker, punching in his code. He did everything he needed to, to get the wound properly tended to.
On the floor he len his back against someone else's locker. Resting his head, closing his eyes.
It feels just like
middle school
when he just started his non licensed hero career.
Let out a laugh with no emotion behind it.
He sat there for a bit.
After registering that there is a literal TV in here with the sports festival playing.
No sound, thank god. He doesn't know what he’ll do if he hears Bakugo yelling right now.
…
He’s going against Shinso-
On shit.
He’s a good friend, he swears!
Jerking up he cleans up all the bloody tissue, slamming his locker shut, scans to make sure nothing is left out he runs out the locker room.
Just to run back in because he forgot to change out his very bloody jacket.
Changing again he dash back out towards the arena. Sneaking past the very lay back guards, because fair, who’s going to break into the UA highschool during a sports festival.
…
If Shiggy hears him say that he definitely would, just to prove Izuku wrong.
He goes toward a tunnel that would give him a good view of the whole brawl. Despite the fact Izuku is very confident Shinso can win this round. Because Bakugo talks. Alot. What worries him is that it hasn’t ended already.
Did Bakugo figure out Shinso quirk?
Because if so then on shit.
Dashing faster, Izuku can hear Bakugo shouting from all the way here. Which means that he hasn’t figured it out then.
Turning the last corner of the tunnel, Izuku is met with a sight of Bakugo doing close range attacks, with Shinso being able to block or deflect most of them. Watching that makes Izuku feel a bubble of pride.
He has come a long way.
Very proud but also confused, Shinso is clearly having some conversation with the blond, so why isn’t he…?
Oh.
Bakugo quirk probably knocks him out of Shinso quirk, so… this is tricky.
Ah, maybe the out of bound tactics. Push either one out.
Mh, Bakugo is clearly weary of Shinso maybe because of the hypno he was probably under beforehand.
But this round had definitely gone longer than he had though.
Shinso doesn’t look like he has much muscle. He has very lean muscles because of the training he’s doing, but because of that he doesn’t look like a threat.
Which probably confused Bakugo because Shinso was able to dodge or deflect all his punches or quirk-filled moves. ( STOP MOVING YOU FUCKING EYEBAGS- )
With Shinso attempting a body slam the blond gets shoved a few feet away, (STAY STILL FUCKING). Some distances between them now, as Shinso was regaining his footing, the other was supporting one arm with the other aiming right at Shinso-
Wait, he wouldn’t- (DIEEE)
The only hint that was let off was the few smaller bursts just beforehand before it was just... cut off....?
Just barely Izuku was able to make out Shinso mutter through the panting, “fucking finally, my god damn ears.”
Ah, he got him with his quirk, nice.