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Shinsou felt time slow to a halt around him as a flash of light filled the area. Two piercing screams rang in his ears. The white that flooded his vision faded away to reveal the familiar blond sparking with electricity, twitching violently on his side. Shinsou’s eyes traced the scorched ground to see the villain with twin buns squirming and whining from the shock Kaminari delivered. Shit.
Shinsou stumbled to his feet and raced over to his classmate, ignoring the stinging of the small cuts and scrapes on his skin. He’s seen him short circuit before, but nothing that left him convulsing on the ground. He thought that when he joined the hero program that he’d be prepared to see injuries, but something about witnessing his classmate – his friend – in this state was heart wrenching. Guilt flooded his gut and twisted with a tense ache.
From what he could see, Kaminari had several injuries. A few cuts on his left arm, chest, and forehead, as well as a nasty gash on his right forearm from when he was trying to block the villains attack. Fuck, he couldn’t touch him, he was still sending off sparks. All he could do was keep him safe until others arrived. He glanced over his shoulder to see the girl’s twitching cease. His muscles relaxed when he realized she wasn’t going to get up anytime soon. With a sigh, Shinsou pressed his earpiece, notifying their homeroom teacher.
“Da- Sensei,” he shook his head. He can’t call him that while they’re on patrol, “Kaminari and I encountered a member of the League of Villains. She appears to be unconscious now, but Kaminari’s been injured.”
“What kind of injuries are we talking about?” Shinsou could sense the twinge of panic in his father’s voice.
“Um.. some minor cuts and a large wound on his arm, but that’s...” Shinsou’s voice trailed of as he glanced back at the blond, noticing a small pool of blood by his side and his once white tee stained red, his remorse surging back all at once, “oh shit-”
“Hitoshi? Hitoshi, speak to me, what do you see?”
“Blood. A-a lot of it,” He sputtered, hesitantly reaching towards his classmate before receiving a shock, “fuck!”
“Hitoshi, I need you to stay calm. I can’t help you unless I know what the issue is,” Aizawa spoke in a slow, tranquil fashion to ease him, but Shinsou could hear his feet pounding on the ground below him. He’s on his way. That’s reassuring. “Now, I need you to take a few deep breaths, then tell me what you see.”
Shinsou’s throat tightened as he looked down at the blond’s side. He tore away his gaze and squeezed his eyes shut, slowly breathing in and out like his father had taught him to do whenever his anxiety spiked. Shinsou took a second before opening his eyes and looking at his friend once more.
The sparks of electricity have died down to mere static at this point, thankfully. Shinsou took the opportunity to move Kaminari’s jacket out of his view and carefully examine the injury. He could feel his stomach knot when he realized what he saw. “He’s been stabbed..”
Aizawa breath hitched at his words, “You need to cover the wound and apply pressure. I’m going to call for an ambulance and send them to your location. Stay put and make sure he doesn’t do anything to worsen the wound.”
“Right, okay,” Shinsou pulled the fabric of Kaminari’s shirt over the bloodied area and pressed down on it, earning a groan from the blond.
“God, fuck…” Kaminari’s eyes lazily opened and rolled over to gaze at Shinsou, a weak smile forming on his lips, “hey Shin-buddy.. whatcha doing?”
“Trying to stop you from bleeding out, so don’t move too much. You might make it worse,” he couldn’t bare to look at his face right now. Seeing his face bloodied and bruised would only make his heart ache more.
Kaminari gave the other a perplexed look, “where’s the crazy chick? Did she get me?”
“On the ground. You let off a powerful shock that knocked both of you back. She passed out from the blow after twitching out a bit.”
“No wonder everything is so fuzzy..” he hummed thoughtfully, attempting to raise his right arm before hissing in pain, “Bitch!”
Shinsou winced at the others cry and sighed shakily, “Aizawa is going to be here to take her to custody and an ambulance will be here soon to take you to the hospital.”
The blond grabbed onto the others sleeve with his left hand, “can you come with me?
Shinsou blinked, slowly turning his head to look at him. His face drained of colour, minus the purpling bruises and the pink, irritated cuts, “why would I go with you? I’m pretty sure Aizawa-sensei wouldn’t-”
“Please..?” Kaminari gently squeezed his bicep, causing Shinsou to blush a bit. Thin tears ran down the sides of the blond’s face, “I don’t wanna be alone..”
He sat there for a moment, staring at the other boy before him. Wouldn’t he rather his family be notified and meet him there? Why would he want him to go? They aren’t super close, like he is with his other friends, either. Shinsou thought they’d be the ones he’d want by his side after this. “You… Okay, but we should call your parents once we get into the ambulance.”
Kaminari nodded, moving his left hand from the others arm to wipe blood from his brow, “Yeah, yeah, that would be a good idea…”
Shinsou sighed shakily, applying a little more pressure to the others side. After a few more minutes of waiting, the ambulance’s sirens could be heard and he felt like a weight’s been lifted off his shoulders. The ambulance pulled up and two paramedics came out of the back. The third one got out of the driver’s seat and helped the others get Kaminari inside. The petite woman that had now taken over applying pressure to Kaminari’s side asked, “Are you a classmate of his?”
Before Shinsou could speak, a gruff voice piped up from behind him, “Yes he is,” Aizawa panted, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder, “you may go with him, if you’re allowed to. I’ll be taking the culprit into custody.”
Shinsou looked to his father, then to the paramedic, who gave a nod, “emotional support is very useful.”
Shinsou turned to Aizawa to say a quick thanks before climbing into the back of the ambulance, and took a seat by Kaminari’s head. The second paramedic offered him a towel for the blood on his hands, then turned his attention to Kaminari. He muttered a thank you and carefully wiped his hands.
Kaminari offered him a smile, to which he only responded with a strained one.
“You look more nervous than I am and I’m the one that got stabbed,” the blond chuckled half-heartedly. How he could smile in almost any situation perplexed Shinsou as much as it intrigued him.
“It’s the adrenaline. Once it wears off, you’ll be able to comprehend what happened and it’ll hit you like a train.”
“And you better be there for me when it does, because I’ll cry more than Midoriya on a Tuesday,” he beamed.
Shinsou let out a snort, “what happened Tuesday?”
“Bakugo accidentally called him by his name instead of Deku.”
“Ah, so literally the bare minimum.”
“Ye-up!” Kaminari grinned as he popped the p at the end of the word, “but he still cried like a bitch, so prepare to receive a shit ton of hugs.”
“If you blow snot on me, I’m gonna have to put an end to our friendship.”
“Gross!” Kaminari laughed so hard he let out an ungodly snort, then quickly covered his nose, “Bet that was attractive.”
Shinsou gave the other a small smirk, gently flicking the blond’s temple, “super hot. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”