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The first thing izuku noticed when he woke up was the smell of cleanliness and a faint hint of metal, he lazily opens his eyes to see, yep, a hospital room.
Not the first time he’s been in one and probably not the last.
He was so so tired, he didn’t think he could move even if he wanted to. His whole body felt numb, probably the pain killers.
‘Wait what happened again?’
That’s when it all came back,
Shigiraki, all for one, one for all, the blood, the lives lost, kacchan and the others.
His eyes widened when he realized they could be dead.
‘Surely not right?’
‘They’ll be fine’
‘They’ll be fine’
‘They’ll be fine’
He kept telling himself over and over and ov-
Suddenly the door opened with a click pulling him out of his thoughts
He tried his hardest to make his vision focus but all he could see was a figure with long yellow hair.
All might? No he’s way taller even in his skinny form.
Then the figure ran away shouting something, who the hell knows what it was
His eyes felt heavy and he drifted back to sleep
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His sleep was rudely interrupted by a man shouting, who knows what about, he also heard a dull tone probably trying to calm the other one down. he recognises their voices. He groggily opened his eyes again and scrunched his face up when his eyes hit the bright lights of the room
His vision focused way quicker this time and he was surprised to see both his teachers in the room with him
Aizawa Sensei, his homeroom teacher, was dressed in dark clothing similar to his hero suit and present mic sensei, his English teacher, was wearing jeans and a t-shirt for PUT YOUR HANDS UP RADIO, his hair in a half messy bun and silver glasses.
‘Why the heck are they here?’ He asked himself
‘Ask them yourself’ the voice in his head answered
“‘Za-wa Se-sei?” “Mi- Sen..” he said, interrupting their bickering, he hated how hoarse he sounded, his mouth felt incredibly dry and now all he could think about was water
“Kid?!” “Izuku!”
They said at the same time
The two men rushed over to his bedside, Mic-Sensei almost tripping over his own feet on the way
“H-hi” Izuku attempted to say but it came out all croaky
“Here” Aizawa reached over to the small bedside table and poured him a glass of water
“T-ank yu” izuku said and gulped down the water like he’d been trapped in a desert for 3 weeks
A moment of total silence passed, Izuku only just noticed mic sensei was squeezing his bandaged hand with tears in his eyes, and it looked like Aizawa wanted to do the same, his eyes looking a bit glossy, but the moment was ruined when Izuku remembered again and sprang up from his bed, ignoring any pain he felt almost shouting “is everyone ok?” “Are you guys ok?” “I need to see if everyone is OK!”
“Woah woah hold on problem child” Aizawa said as he put his hand out to stop izuku from getting up “take it easy”
“We’ll give you a run down when you’re feeling a bit better ok little listener?”
Izuku slumped back down and took a deep breath but he cut himself off when he realised his whole body was in pain
He winced and tried to take smaller breaths but it didn’t ease any of the discomfort he was feeling, his arms felt static and his back felt like a sack of pebbles, one of his eyes was covered by a bandage leading down to his cheek, he could barely move his legs and-
Wait
His quirk..
The vestiges..
One for all-
‘No absolutely not!’
‘You’re not crying in front of your teachers that’s so embarrassing!’
“Little listener?”
Present Mic thankfully snapped him out of his thoughts.
“You ok there?”
What was he supposed to say to that? ‘You ok there’ of course he’s fucking not, everyone fought this war because of him, people are dead because of him, he couldn’t save Shigaraki and now he’s a murderer, a murderer, he’s only got sprinkles of his quirk left, what’s he supposed to do when they run out? He won’t be able to be a hero anymore, he’ll barely see his friends ever again, and what about his mom, she must be distraught.
No
She’ll be so angry
Her only son, practically quirkless again.
She’ll go back to the name calling and the horrible mood she was always in when he came back with injuries splayed across his school uniform.
How is he supposed to face her?-
He was pulled back into reality again when a hand waved over his face
“You still with us kid?”
Oh shoot he spaced out.
“U-um yeah” he said embarrassment flushing his cheeks slightly
“You should get some rest ok?” Mic-Sensei said
“‘M not tired”
he was pretty tired
Fighting in a war probably does that to you.
But how was he supposed to go back to sleep knowing it’s his fault so many heros are dead and seriously injured.
“Ok but how about I go get a tea for everyone yeah?” Mic insisted.
“Coffee for me please” Aizawa asked in a tired tone.
“I know I know, it’s all you drink for gods sake, maybe one day you’ll turn into a big cup of coffee, you drink so much of it” mic teased.
He shuts he door with a click, for a second izuku could hear nurses scrambling around outside tending to other patients.
It was just aizawa in the room now
He’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen him properly since before the liberation war but there was when he gave him Eri’s horn to rewind his arms back
He shivered at the thought of him without his arms
He couldn’t look his homeroom teacher in the eyes, so instead he looked down and set his eyes on Aizawas prosthetic leg
‘That’s your fault’ he said to himself
‘He’s like that because of you’
Quickly averting his eyes from the hunk of metal under Aizawa's knee, he tried to look at anything else.
Anything else but him
Aizawa must’ve noticed him looking at it because he said “it’s not your fault you know”
Izuku froze
“It was either I lose my quirk or I lose a leg and I couldn’t let Shigaraki go all out back then”
Izuku looked away from the man, and down at his arms covered in bandages
“Izuku look at me please”
Izuku turned to him still not looking him in the eyes
“Izuku”
Forced to look up at him,
Faced with dark grey eyes like the night time sky.
“None of this is your fault” he promised
Izuku simply couldn’t keep it in anymore, hunched over, hiding behind his green curls as tears burst from his eyes all he could do was sob, letting everything out, unable to form any words of any kind.
He felt a hand on his back running circles on it and a hand squeezing his, muttering words of reassurance. Over and over.
His whole body trembled and shattered, pain surging through his entire body.
Eventually he tired himself out, Aizawa laid him back down on the bed and as soon as he hit the pillow he fell into a deep sleep.