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“I-I’m at the hospital.”
Those are the words. The words a person dreads to hear.
Izuku is in the hospital. Toshinori just knew something bad was going to happen when his partner went out on patrol (he doesn’t mean to worry, knowing full well that Izuku is a twenty five year old who can take care of himself, but he just cares about Izuku so much that his worries can run away with him), and now it has.
“Are you hurt, Izuku?”
“Calm down, Toshi.”
“But are you hurt?” he says.
“Y-Yeah, I’m hurt. But it’s okay—”
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” Toshinori promises.
And he is. He’s out of breath when he arrives, rushing through the hospital and asking for Midoriya Izuku. He knows he is being irrational. He knows Izuku is going to be fine. But he can’t help but worry and hope his partner is okay.
Finally, he reaches the right place, bursting into a hospital room. And he sees him.
“Izuku!”
His partner sat on a hospital bed. His partner’s face streaked in congealed blood. His partner with a bloody dressing taped to his forehead. His partner with his Hero costume torn and dirty and covered in droplets of blood. His partner with his leg exposed, covered in bruises and held in place by a splint. His partner with an IV in his arm and slightly glassy eyes.
“Hey, Toshi,” he says.
Toshinori rushes across the room, flops into the chair beside his bed and clasps his hand. “Izuku, you said you were okay.”
“I am. I’ve got a bad cut on my head and they think I’ve broken my leg, but I’m okay. We caught the villain, and I’m alive. It’s gonna be okay.”
Toshinori manages a smile. He’s so glad Izuku is safe.