💚🧡Bakudeku & Kirikami One Shots❤️💛

Broken~ Part 1

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There is a reason why I don't have an image - that comes at the end of this one-shot.

AU:
Pro heroes
Warnings:
Heavy Angst
Swearing

[Katsuki's POV]

It took some time before the doctor peaks his head out, gesturing with his head for me to come in. The whole time, I had held my breath, the scarring image of what happened to him burned in my mind. Eventually, I huff out, squeezing my hands tightly, only to release them to disperse off the tremors and anxiety running through them.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr Bakugo." I notice little things about that doctor. Like how his voice trembled, slightly strained with some unknown emotion. Or his half-ridged posture, his spine erect and shoulders uncomfortably straight. Or his hands clamped behind his back, probably fidgeting with them.

Behind him lay Izuku, completely conscious, but with a lifeless, shocked look in his eyes. I gulp but, mainly, I was anticipated. Waiting for a revelation. Only remembering the events that happened prior.

Hearing him grasping for oxygen, wheezing in pain.

Crying at the feeling of his blood slipping from his body.

Feeling his body become close to limp, just as an ambulance rushes to cling onto the slim chance of survival he still had.

I'd cried hard, but only when the ambulance had escorted his almost-passed-out corpse had something snapped. I couldn't feel the pain; my body had just shut down on itself.

"We've done all we could to save him. We've had multiple cell-regeneration medics come in to help him. However... we cannot get them back."

Already, I'm being forced to swallow a lump in my throat, prohibiting my ability to take in breath. Yet no tears fall. No pain came.

"Perhaps a quirk-cancelling spell of some sort had cancelled their effects but... I'm afraid that they're gone for good."

He sighs. I sigh with him. There was nothing else that I could've expected.

"He'll be ready to take home in around twenty minutes."

When I reentered his room after going out for a bit, Izuku still had that lifeless expression on his face, the room now absent of hospital staff. He was sat in that wheelchair, hands loosely gripping the arm rests, the hospital robes he wore clinging onto his sweaty body, its length managing to hide his legs.

Or what was left of them.

I clench the bouquet of red Chrysanthemums, presenting them to him. He merely looks at them, before looking at me, a fire sparking in those emerald eyes. But not the warm kind of fire: the dangerous fire that couldn't be controlled.

I see him grit his teeth, biting on his tongue. Then, he lashes out.

"This is what you give me! What the fuck is this?! Some fucking pity party!"

This wasn't Izuku. This was a man who had lost everything: his legs, his dream, his job - even his happiness. There was nothing I could do to help.

"Do you think this is what I wanted, Katsuki?!"

I shudder at the use of my first name, again swallowing the lump in my chest.

"Do you think I needed you coming here and feel sorry for me?! Rub my back and tell me everything's ok when it isn't?!"

It wasn't ok.

"You want to remind me of something I didn't know, or were you just deliberately avoiding what had happened? Well that's the reality, isn't it! They're g-gone! My legs are fucking gone!"