Warnings: Near-death experience, mentions of blood and bleeding, general character distress, Y/N is in a hospital, happy ending, polyandry
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Life is made up of moments, each one simple and brief. Some events may feel as though they are building, tragedy looming on a distant horizon. Others happen in a mere instant, only to turn everything upside down.
In a moment, you'd seen the elderly civilian man standing just a bit too close to the battle ground for comfort. Another second; your boyfriend, Kirishima, threw a punch to the villain, knocking him off balance. You saw it, the beam of light shooting straight towards the man. You knew you still had time to move.
Rushing over, you took the hit.
It hurt. Everything hurt. Your eyes rolled back and a shriek escaped your lips, body seizing with the foreign throes of agony. You must have blacked out for a moment, because suddenly you felt yourself being held in a pair of arms.
"She's bleeding!" a voice said above you, but they sounded miles away.
In a tremendous show of effort, you forced your eyes open. Light from the afternoon sun only brought more pain, but you just had to get a glimpse of him one last time.
Yes, there he was, in all his heroic glory. Your Eijirou. But he wasn't looking at you. He must have been calling out for someone else. Perhaps it was your mutual lover. Either way, the pain was growing to be too much to bear. You slumped further into his chest, letting your eyes close once more.
Denki. If only you'd been able to see him again one last time....
...
Kaminari was not having a good day. Although, to be fair, it's hard to 'have a good day' when your girlfriend is rapidly bleeding to death in front of you.
Everything seemed to happen so quickly. One moment, you, Eijirou and him were all out on patrol and the next, you were being attacked by some guy with a crazy force quirk. And then you were hurt.
He honestly thought you guys had won, as he secured the final blow on the villain with a shock of energy. Once the guy was effectively fried, Denki was ready to celebrate. Except, neither of his partners were there by his side.
He turned—confused, searching—until his eyes finally fell upon the hulking form of Red Riot kneeling on the ground a few paces away.
". . . (Y/N)?" Kaminari tried, his voice barely above a whisper. He felt frozen to his spot, unable to move his feet forward nor back.
"She's bleeding!" Kirishima called over his shoulder, and somehow that was what Kaminari needed to snap him out of it.
It felt as though he was trudging through molasses on his way to get to you—slow, difficult, unwilling to accept the fact that you could be hurt.
But you were. And you weren't looking good either. You were slumped unconscious against Kirishima's bare chest, face somehow peaceful amidst all the chaos around your unknowing body. Blood seeped out of a large gash on your stomach, and it looked bad. Kaminari tried to hold back a low moan of distress at the sight of it.
He sunk to his knees, taking off his black hero jacket and pressing it to your midsection in an attempt to slow the flow of blood. It was hard to see the stain on the dark material of the clothing article, but Denki somehow knew it would only be a matter of time before it was soaked through in its entirety.
A small crowd of civilians had gathered to watch the battle, and were now anxiously trying to see if you were going to be okay.
"The police should be here any minute," a woman informed the two heroes somewhere above their heads.
"Did you call an ambulance?" Kirishima asked.
Denki glanced up to see the woman nod, pulling her phone back from her ear.
"You're going to be alright," Eijirou whispered to you, cradling your head and damaged body closer into his own. "Just stay with us, baby, please."
...
Your eyes cracked open, slow and feeble. Blinding fluorescent light pierced between your lids, making you wince and shut them again. Where were you? And why did it smell . . . strange?
You tried opening your eyes again, your vision blurry and swimming until you were finally able to make out a white-tiled ceiling. Turning your head, you saw a table next to your bed, with a vase of pretty flowers resting at its center. You also noticed an IV drip leading into your arm.
So you were in a hospital. Made sense.
You racked your memory, trying to think of what might have landed you here. Ah, yes, the villain and the old man, that must have been it.
You turned your head again, this time to your left, and it was then that you saw them.
Denki laid slumped over the arm of a chair, supported by Eijirou's chest. Kirishima's head laid against the sill of a window, which you had to figure couldn't have been all that comfortable. Both men were fast asleep, quiet snores emitting from the redhead's chest while Denki left a small puddle of drool on the man's shirt.
You couldn't be more in love.
A few minutes passed; just enough to make you aware of the white bandages wrapped around your midsection. A nurse stepped in, looking over his clipboard before he noticed your conscious state.
"Ah, (H/N), you're finally awake," he acknowledged with a smile.
"They aren't," you snickered hoarsely, gesturing to your partners.
The nurse laughed brightly, which was just enough of a disturbance to rouse Kirishima.
"(Y/N)!" the redhead shouted as soon as he saw you, jumping up out of his chair.
Denki nearly fell forward out of his own seat, waking with a start and a pop of static. "(Y/N)?"
Eijirou hurried to your bedside, kneeling down and taking your hand in his. "We were so worried about you!"
Denki nodded in agreement, settling in next to Eijirou and leaning against his shoulder. "You almost died!"
"Well . . . I guess I didn't," you said, unsure of how to respond.
"You were lucky," the nurse pointed out. "Too much longer and you probably wouldn't have made it."
You swallowed, the repercussions of your actions beginning to weigh on you.
"No need to fret," he reassured you. "We have some of the best healers in all of Japan here. I'm positive you'll make a full recovery."
Your boyfriends stepped out of the room so the nurse could finish running his tests; checking your vitals and asking you a few questions.
"She's all yours," he said, opening the door and letting the two pro heroes step back into your room before ducking out himself.
"The guy you saved came in here earlier to visit you," Denki informed you once he was back at your bedside. "He was so grateful."
You smiled. "I'm glad it turned out okay for everyone."
"But we almost lost you," Kirishima said, taking your hand again and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Please don't be reckless like that."
Your face morphed into a slight frown. "What was I supposed to do, then? Let him die? You should know better than anyone that I couldn't do that."
Kirishima cast his eyes to the floor, torn.
Kaminari put a hand on the redhead's shoulder. "You scared us both, (Y/N). You got hurt really bad, and there was so much blood . . . . You've been out for two days, and Eijirou and I . . . we couldn't help but worry that you'd never wake up again."
Sighing, your thumb began to stroke the side of Kirishima's hand. "I'm sorry. I know how scary that is. I can't imagine losing one of you guys."
"I just want you to be safe," Eijirou said.
"Of course." You moved your hand so you could cup his cheek. "But the important thing is that I'm alright. You're not getting rid of me that easily."
Eijirou leaned forward so he could kiss your forehead, then moved back so Denki could do the same to your cheek.
"I can go get us some stuff to do together," Denki offered. "Being in the hospital is boring, trust me."
You and Kirishima laughed. The blond always had your backs no matter what.
And even after a moment of disaster, you were proud to say you could all bounce back. As long as the three of you stuck together, you could get through anything.