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He was tired. Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually. Hell, if Aizawa Shouta had a religion he would manage to be religiously tired, as well, whatever that would mean. Tired was his constant state of being.
But at this exact moment, he’s wide awake, eye scanning the crowd. He barely had time to put on his prosthetic leg before he was rushing to the scene.
An earthquake. Or what was thought to be an earthquake that turned out to be a villain’s quirk. Nothing number seven pro hero Dynamight couldn’t handle, right? And truly, it should have been an easy mission. If the villain wasn’t expecting Dynamight to be on the scene, already having trapped the building they were in so it would collapse with the first use of Dynamight’s quirk.
That was almost an hour ago. The villain was discovered under the rubble, deceased. But Dynamight- Katsuki. Katsuki hadn’t been found yet. And Shouta wanted- needed- to see him.
“Sir this is-”
One glare from Shouta is all that’s needed for the police to step aside and allow the retired hero access to the site. He limps, the leg not attached tightly enough to be comfortable, but he doesn’t care about how he feels. Because that isn’t the point, not right now. He would suffer a thousand discomforts just to see-
Katsuki.
Shouta is fast; maybe not as fast as in his prime but he’s still faster than even the average hero. He’s at Katsuki’s side in a second, relief seeping from his very core as soon as he sees the other open his eyes.
“Kats.”
“Fuck they letting you here for, old man? Aren’t you supposed to be napping right now?”
With that biting sarcasm Shouta can relax. It’s the way he knows that Katsuki is still here, Katsuki is still alive, and Katsuki is alright.
Despite the blood covering his limbs and face, the rest of his wounds were likely hidden by the dark costume. But he was alive.
The costume doesn’t hide the dark wet patch on the crotch of Katsuki’s pants. And the way that Katsuki looks at it, Shouta thinks he doesn’t feel it, either.
“It’s okay,” Shouta says, more to himself than Katsuki. “You’ll be alright.”
“Fuck.” Katsuki hisses his response out, in bitter shame and frustration. But he doesn’t cry- Katsuki (almost) never cries. “Fucking- fucking pissed myself,” he grumbles. “I don’t even…”
Shouta takes his hand, breathing with him while the rescue team works on lifting debris so that they don’t injure the hero further. “I’m here.”
And Shouta never leaves Katsuki’s side, not until he’s taken into surgery. And then he’s by Katsuki’s bed for the hours until the blond wakes up; waiting and hoping.
Maybe he should consider religion. Because if there was someone to beg to save Katsuki, he would do it at this point.
When Katsuki does wake up, he’s high on anesthesia. The first thing is laugh, and neither man knows what they’re laughing about but they keep going until they can’t anymore, and tears are filling their eyes.
“How are you feeling, kid?”
“Don’t call me a kid, old man.”
Shouta leans in, giving him a quick kiss. The doctors release Katsuki after a few days, with orders to rest at home for a month before returning to work. Katsuki can walk, Katsuki has his quirk, Katsuki is still Dynamight.
Well, in a month. For now, Shouta just wants to laze around at home with his fiancé.
“Seriously, napping again?” Katsuki snorts, but there’s no judgement in his words. Not when Katsuki, himself, was begging for a nap. His body is still tired, falling into the sloth-like habits of Shouta. “Fucking lazy, I swear.”
“You don’t have to join me,” Shouta offers, knowing that’s the exact phrase that will break Katsuki, that will convince him to join him in bed. And they sleep. They have a couple of weeks left before Katsuki goes back to work, and Shouta plans to make the most of it.
“I love you.”
Words bleed into the darkness of the room, the hush of the atmosphere, and neither knows which one of them said it. But they both feel it.
“I love you,” the other repeats back, whomever it may be.