Bliss of a Cure |(Completed)

|5| To Heal means To Sacrifice

Midoriya looked down as he held your handkerchief within his palm and fingertips. Your handkerchief was soft and smooth, a cloth made in silk and cotton. 

He wondered, does your hand feels the same? But he soon dismissed the idea, shaking his thoughts off his reddened head as he continued to follow you to the infirmary and stuffed the handkerchief in his pocket.

You opened the door and let him in, closing it behind you as you gestured him to sit on the chair across yours. When he sat, he chuckled and looked around while you pulled the drawer open to get the bandages. 

He spoke as he wandered his eyes around the infirmary. "I could get used to this. This is my second time here since we met."

You growled, flicking his forehead while he cried out in pain, hands were flying to protect his forehead even though it was already too late to protect it. 

"W-Why did you d-do that?!" He babbled as he clumsily rubbed his forehead, pouting childishly and cutely while you stared at him in surprise, slightly blushing.

Damn it, what?!

"B-Because—" You bit your lower lip as you stuttered, words stumbling and rolling frantically around your head, along with the image of him pouting like a cute puppy. 

Shaking your head, you lifted your index finger and pointed at him. "Every time you go here with an injury, I swear I'll do it again!" You forced your tone to be commanding and intimidating but you couldn't help but to let your embarrassment slip as your voice squeaked in the edge of your tone.

He bowed as his shoulders shook in slight laughter, his uninjured hand covering his mouth. "T-That's indeed a v-very scary punishment n-now that you say it—"

You sighed as you furrowed your brows into a frown, lips curled in a twisted up smile. Although your voice was stern and serious, you couldn't help but sprinkle a bit of irritation and humor as you insisted him. 

"Even with a squeaky voice, I'm serious, Midoriya. You couldn't just let yourself be injured and let me heal you. There are times that..." You paused and blinked as you tone dropped flat and low, looking down to your lap and your hands clenched into a fist. "...times that I can't heal you."

Midoriya read the atmosphere quite well as he worriedly looked at you. He was worried about the sudden change of your tone and your expression as if you were reminded of something horrible.

You couldn't see his expression but you were surprised when his uninjured hand held your clenched hand, squeezing it in reassurance. Your face flushed several shades of red as you lifted your gaze, seeing Midoriya smiling softly to you. 

"I promised something to you, (Y/N)-san. And I'm so happy that you care for me even if we just met!"

He lifted your fisted hands, uncurling it and gently touching your fingertips to relax and to calm you.

"So don't worry and don't be tensed because of me. I promised that I won't put myself in such a high risk. But technically, I still can risk myself right? Not that just much. Hehe..." You were about to retort back when he suddenly said something with a smile, soft and genuine.

"After all, heroes have to risk themselves to save someone right?"

Your gaze darkened as you looked at your hand held within his and slowly nodded. "I understand."

Then he froze, eyeing his hands that was gently holding yours. All of a sudden, he scrambled out, letting go of your hand as if what he just held was something he shouldn't touch. When you looked up to him, you saw him blushing—like really red as if he was a tomato. He kept his hands on his lap and it was turned into a fist like he was keeping his hands from touching yours. And you admit...