You awakened to a bright light over your head. You squinted as unwillingly tears brimmed your eyes from the light. You blinked slowly before looking around.
You were in a hospital room. It was calm. There were no bustling nurses or equipment obnoxiously beeping. You noticed a tattered cloth laying on the table beside your bed, and you soon realized it was your shirt as you noticed your chest was bare, a sheet covering it.
You exhaled deeply before carefully sitting up while keeping the sheet pressed against your chest. You winced from a ache in your back, and it seemingly just then came back to you; you remembered what happened.
You got in an argument with Shinso. A villain threatened you. You were stabbed by said villain. Bakugo carried you. You passed out.
You whipped your head around, hoping to see a familiar face, but no one was in the room. Shinso nor Bakugo was to be seen. Your parents weren't there, but, with how much of a worrier your mother was, she was probably panicking in the lobby.
You debated getting up and exploring, but, with how much pain your back was in now, you didn't wanna see how much it would hurt with you walking around. You instead waited, staring at the huge window beside the door to your room in hopes you would catch the attention of someone walking by.
Numerous bystanders passed by, none focusing on you. It seemed like ages before a familiar face appeared, and that face happened to belong to your homeroom teacher.
"You're awake," Aizawa commented when he stepped into the room, quietly closing the door afterward.
"How long have I been asleep?" you were quick to ask. You genuinely would've been upset if you missed the training camp because of a minor injury, and Aizawa seemed to notice your concern.
"It's the next morning," the hero stated, "and I'm not gong to prevent you from going to the camp."
"You're not?" You asked slowly, and Aizawa shook his head.
"It's a good learning experience. You can participate without involving yourself in the harsher and more physical exercises. I already spoke with your parents. They approved it," he explained.
"My parents, are they here?" you questioned.
"They're in the lobby," Aizawa nodded. "I'll have to get the nurse to check you out before you're able to leave, but you should be discharged in time to catch the bus tomorrow morning."
"That's good..." you muttered out, "but are my parents the only one here?"
"No," Aizawa sighed, causing you to perk up. "Shinso and Bakugo have been arguing in the lobby for the past several hours."
"You mean Bakugo's yelling and Shinso's taking it?" you specified, and Aizawa managed a small side smile as you replied with, "yeah. I'll go get the nurse."
You waited as patiently as you could as Aizawa left the room to retrieve the nurse. The door opened once more a few minutes later, and a women with a white, knee-length skirt and a matching, button up shirt walked in.
"Hello, [L/N]," she smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess," you replied as she walked over.
"Good. We're gonna get you out of here as soon as possible," the nurse began. "I'm just gonna check you over, look at your stitches, and we're gonna do some small stretches to make sure you can move everything before you leave."
You stayed silent as you allowed the woman to tend to you. You had to lay on your stomach as she checked your stitches, which she wiped down with an antibiotic before changing the bloody bandage that had been covering it. She then had you stand and stretch your limbs; your arms above your head, your legs outward, your torso from side to side, your neck all around.
"Looks like you're all set," the nurse stated after about twenty minutes. "Check your stitches ever few hours, and, if some blood has leaked, just wipe it down. Change the bandage when it gets too dirty. We don't want an infection."
You watched the nurse pluck the IV from your arm and bandage the small puncture wound before saying, "you're parents have brought you spare clothes. I'll call them in."
"Thank you," you said to the woman, who nodded as she took her leave.
Your parents entered the room much more frantically a few minutes later. Your mother entered quickly, waving her hands as she rushed over to you. Your dad followed closely behind her, clean clothes folded in his arms.
"Mom, I'm fine," you said in order to keep the woman from panicking further.
"You were stabbed," your mother huffed.
"And now I'm stitched and bandaged," you stated. "I'm fine. Good to go. I can be discharged."
"Keep using that tone and you'll be grounded, Missy," she replied, but she managed a small smile afterward before she pulled you into a small hug.
"Toshi's here?" you questioned as you leaned back.
"Yes, and that blond boy," your mother sighed. "Can you ever stay out of trouble?"
"No, it's not in my nature," you said bluntly before looking at your father and extending your arms, saying, "clothes please."
Your father handed you the clothes before he and your mother stepped out into the hallway, allowing you to get dressed with some privacy. After changing, you made the bed look decent before you headed out into the hallway with your dirty clothes bundled in your arms.
"Come on, we'll take you and Hitoshi to dinner," your father said. He took your dirty clothes and tucked them under his arm as the three of you headed toward the lobby.
Upon your arrival, your parents approached the front desk to check you out. You looked around, your eyes eventually falling upon two familiar boys; one with lilac hair and once with ash blond.
Shinso and Bakugo were glaring at each other from their seats. Bakugo sat slouched with his arms crossed, and Shinso sat at the edge of his chair with his elbows resting on his knees.
"Toshi," you found yourself saying, which caused Shinso to immediately pull his eyes away from Bakugo's angry face and toward you.
He stood quickly as you approached. You could tell he was antsy with the way he pivoted from foot to foot and curled and uncurled his fingers at a quick pace.
"Hi," you said quietly. It came out as more of a sigh as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him.
You felt Shinso exhale deeply as you circled his arms around your shoulders and squeezed you back tightly.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you..." Shinso whispered near your ear. "I was being stupid."
"Yes, yes you were," you agreed with a hum, "but I don't care anymore. I'm hungry. My parents are taking us to dinner."
You understood why Shinso said what he said, and you were glad he acknowledged he was being unreasonable. Despite the fact that you still don't agree with what he said, you weren't mad at him. Nothing could make you hate him or stay mad at him.
"You're still mad at me," Shinso commented, and you shook your head as averted your eyes to his.
"Annoyed? Yes. Mad? No," you stated while stepping back. "You know you'll always be my best friend. It doesn't matter if I'm in the hero course or in another state. You're my best friend."
"Yeah," Shinso sighed. You could tell there was another question behind his eyes, yet all he said next was, "I know."
"Good," you smiled, not wanting to push it any further.
"Let's go," your father's voice greeted your ears.
You turned around and nodded at him before taking Shinso's band. This earned you a small side smile from your best friend. However, before the two of you could follow your parents out the door, you were pulled back by fingers wrapping around your free hand.
"Let go, Bakugo," Shinso suddenly demanded before you could even turn to face the blond.
"Shinso, it's fine," you said, eyeing him before mouthing, 'not again.'
There was no reason for him to be jealous of Bakugo. There was no reason for him to be a jerk even if Bakugo was a jerk back. He should know not to retaliate, yet he felt the need to.
"I'll meet you in the car," you assured.
Shinso opened his mouth, but he quickly silenced himself, only nodding and sparing Bakugo a sharp glance before leaving.
Bakugo slowly released your hand as you turned to face him. You couldn't decipher his expression. He seemed mostly tired, but you could sense some irritation and anger.
"How long have you been here?" you asked him slowly. Bakugo looked everywhere but your eyes. You scanned his body, noticing he was hiding his right hand behind his back.
"Since yesterday when you fucking collapsed," Bakugo replied gruffly. "You think I'd leave without knowing if you croaked?"
"Aw, you do care?" you teased while poking his shoulder.
"What, did you think I wanted you to fucking die?" Bakugo questioned angrily.
"Well, considering you tell everything else to go die on a daily basis, maybe," you joked with a grin, and Bakugo's irritated expression flattered.
"I don't want you to die," Bakugo stated, his voice oddly soft, but he quickly put on his usual angry facade again before you could say anything.
"Here," he continued, extending his once hidden hand to reveal a rectangular box the size of a small brick.
"What is it?" you asked curiously. You took the box and examined it, your eyes widening when you recognized the familiar print of a fresh phone box.
"You're shitty one broke, right?" Bakugo replied. "Now you got a new one."
"Bakugo," you exhaled, "you didn't have to buy me a phone."
Bakugo scoffed, saying, "how else is someone supposed to get a hold of ya when you get yourself into fucking trouble again?"
You smiled, replying with, "Thank you."
Bakugo didn't do anything. He didn't reply verbally or make a responsive gesture. He simply stood there, once again looking everywhere but your eyes.
"Do...you wanna come to dinner with us?" you eventually asked, and Bakugo eyed you suspiciously.
"You tryin' to get me to fight your little boyfriend?" the blond questioned.
"Shinso's not my boyfriend," you stated with a sigh, "and the whole idea of fighting him is coming from your little secluded mind."
"Whatever!" Bakugo shouted with a huff before quickly side-stepping around you. "I'm goin' home."
You watched with an amused smile as Bakugo walked out of the hospital, hands in pockets and posture slouched as if he was just an upset child who had been denied of something.
'He so cares,' you thought, mentally laughing as you walked outside with a grin.
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