A Breakout Star Mina Ashido mini whump fic tw: bad broken bones, brief allusion to vomiting
If anyone was to blame, it was cute boys with kind eyes. Not Mina, not Izuku. If cute boys with kind eyes and cute smiles and- if cute boys didn't exist, Mina would've never gotten distracted. She would've been able to evade the kick Izuku swept into her leg.
If cute boys didn't exist, she would've stepped back, slid herself on her acid and probably been forced out of the ring, giving Izuku the win. Which is probably what he had planned if the wide eyes and tears had anything to say for it. The pain is somewhere on the edge of her mind, far more pressing is the sudden view of the overcast sky, it's been threatening to rain all day, unbidden the thought of ducking under an umbrella with a cute boy with kind eyes crosses her mind, when did she fall over?
"Ashido." That's Mr Aizawa's voice, he sounds, weird. Mina tries to lift her head but suddenly gets nauseous, his tired face swims into her vision.
"I'm not passed out, but I feel sick, is it bad?" she asks, shocked at how faint she feels as soon as her mouth opens.
"Dude, your bone is like... out." Eijirou is somewhere on her left, someone- Tooru, definitely Tooru, makes a sound like she's gonna cry or scream and Mina feels terrible.
"Oh- oh God, that's bad, huh?" she says, laughing just a tad hysterically, turning her head to look at Eijirou. He's flanked by Katsuki and Izuku. The former looking bored, if sweaty and the latter scrubbing at tears and babbling apologies.
"Ashido. What happened?" Mr Aizawa asks, and that's a silly question that is going to get a silly answer. Mr Aizawa will not like getting a silly answer, but unfortunately, the silly answer is a truthful one.
"I got distracted," Mina says, closing her eyes and swallowing down another sudden, tilting wave of nausea. Is she standing? She's going to fall over if she's standing. Is she standing?
"We're taking you to recovery girl." Mr Aizawa says, she thinks, might've been Hitoshi or Fumikage.
" 'm gonna pass out, g'night." She mutters, and is only half aware of the taste of vomit in her mouth before she blinks awake in the nurse's office, blanket tucked up to her collarbones to cover her bright teal sports bra. She feels dried out, like a tube of mascara left open for a week, Recovery girl wheels her office chair over.
"Hello, dearie. You don't get in here too often, you didn't have enough energy for me to heal up your leg fully," Only upon hearing those words does Mina feel the tight weight of the cast over her leg, "-and your teacher says you need to learn how to keep your guard up the hard way."
That was mean. But very like Mr Aizawa. Hobbling out of the main building in a brand new shirt and brand new cast on brand new crutches, Mina had a deep annoyance in her heart for cute boys. Almost as deep as her adoration for them.