Warnings: Mentions of blood, Bodily harm, and Bodily Trauma. Its all mild.
Author’s Note: I know you guys have been waiting on this and I know its shorter, but its setting up for the next chapter. I want you guys to enjoy the story and I promise the next one will be longer! I hope you guys enjoy!
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The knock on the door jarred you out of your sleep and nearly caused you to fall out of bed. For a second there was silence, and you figured that perhaps the knocking had been merely a dream, but then the banging continued, this time more urgently. The bat by your bed was heavy in your hand as you made your way to the front door of your apartment.
Your heart was pumping and the darkness did nothing to settle your nerves, turning your familiar living area into a surreal landscape. As you neared the door, the knocking became slower and heavier and your body began to buzz as another wave of adrenaline surged through you.
Finally, after a moment to build up courage, you looked through the peephole of your front door preparing to defend yourself from the would-be intruder on the other side. The figure outside was slumped against your door and all you could see was mass of black hair and a pair of yellow goggles.
“Oh,” you muttered as you dropped the bat and scrambled to open the door.
Aizawa stumbled forward and you had just enough time to move the door as he fell to the floor of your entryway. A low groan indicated that he was still cognitive and breathing, but you could tell by his clothes he was hurt severely. You had to move him out of the entryway and get the door closed, but you had to be sure the movement wouldn’t cause any further injury.
Springing into action, you grabbed your first aid kit from the kitchen and began assessing his wound. There were lacerations on his hands, and most of his capture weapon was stained with blood. Gently, you touched various parts of his body, trying to determine where the greatest amount of pain was and after determining that it must be an upper body wound, you flipped him over.
The top part of his jumpsuit was ripped, exposing his chest which had blood dripping from three wounds. There were two going across his right side down to his left and one long one that followed the length of his left side - this one was the one bleeding the most. Quickly, you pulled him in a few inches into the apartment, just enough to close the door and began to patch his wounds.
Slowly, you started to cut what was left of the top off of his chest, hoping there weren’t anymore wounds. Thankfully, most of the wounds weren’t too deep and could be cleaned, lined with gauze, then bandaged. But the one on his left side was going to need stitches, and you weren’t certain he could be moved again to get to a hospital.
“I’m really sorry about this,” you said mournfully, and went to grab your medical bag that contained a sterilized needle and medical thread.
You cleaned the wound first, and then for good measure dipped your needle in the alcohol and began to work. Occasionally, pained grunts would escape from the pro-hero’s lips, but for the most part he was subdued, probably trying to block out all the pain he was in.
“What happened to you?” you whispered, watching your hands carefully as they pulled the flesh together.
You worked on the wound for the next twenty minutes, periodically checking Aizawa’s vitals. Eventually the wound was sutured, and with the bleeding under control you could dress the wound properly. The adrenaline that had been keeping you going this whole time was slowly receding, and you could feel your whole body crashing. Aizawa would have to stay where he was for tonight, you didn’t have the energy or strength to move him.
“You sure know how to scare a girl,” you said breathlessly, letting yourself lean against the wall.
A strained laugh came from Aizawa, followed by a groan of pain. His fingers twitched like he was trying to reach for something, maybe his wounds. For a second, you thought about reaching out and placing your hand in his, as a comfort, but thought better of it.
“I think I’d take the stab wounds over stitches,” you heard him mutter softly and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief.
You smiled, “Next time don’t get stabbed and I won't have to use stitches.”
“A fair point,” he responded, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.
“You’re going to have to go to a hospital tomorrow, get those wounds properly dressed,” you said sternly.
“Mmm,” was all Aizawa said in response.
Some time later, you heard the low and soft sounds of sleep coming from the injured hero on your floor. For good measure, you checked his pulse and note that it had slowed and was steady, reassuring you that he would heal. Reassured that Aizawa was stable, you let yourself fall into a light sleep against the wall.
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A twinge in your neck woke you up a few hours later, and you groaned as you stretched out the sore muscles that were not used to sleeping in such a position. You noticed Aizawa was still asleep, and decided he could be left alone for a moment as you made your way to the bathroom.
There were bags under your eyes, that was to be expected, but there were also flecks of blood dotting your face. A shower was in order then and, after grabbing clothes from your room, you ran the hot water and let the stress from the night wash off of you.
The steaming water was a relief and you sighed contentedly as you felt muscles relax and you washed the grime from your body. Your thoughts drifted back to man on your floor and your brow furrowed, wondering why he had come here and not called for backup or gone to a hospital.
It was a weekday, so you assumed his injuries happened while he was out on patrol and you knew, mostly from gossip around the hospital, that Aizawa often worked alone. Still, his injuries were bad enough they would have warranted some sort of help. You bit your lip in contemplation, letting the thoughts roam through your head as you finished your shower.
With your hair wrapped up, you quickly dressed and headed back out the front room. The sight that greeted you was a wide awake Aizawa, sitting up against the wall by the door and examining his bandages.
He looked up when he saw you a small smile on his lips, “You did good with these bandages.”
You pressed your lips together as you made your way forward, “Yes, well, I am a trained nurse, I should be able to bandage well enough. Here, move your hands.”
Aizawa obliged, letting his hands fall to either side of him as you kneeled and examined your work from last night. Most of the smaller wounds had already started to scab over and the bandages over the larger wounds had held through the night. Except for the bandage which covered the wound that had been stitched up last night, those would need to be changed.
“What’s the prognosis doctor?” Aizawa joked, watching as you pulled more gauze from the discarded medical kit by the door.
You smiled, avoiding eye contact, intimately more aware now that you were treating a pro-hero in your front entryway, and he was shirtless.
“I think you’ll live, although you do need to go to a hospital.” You tried to keep your voice light as you worked.
“Like you said, I’ll li-” A grunt escaped from Aizawa as you pulled the bandages away from his wound and began cleaning.
“Some warning would be nice,” he managed through gritted teeth.
You clicked your tongue, “Said the man who collapsed in my entryway in the middle of the night, bleeding all over my apartment.”
Just for a moment, you let your eyes meet his, hoping he could hear the teasing tone in your voice. There was some gleam in his eyes you couldn’t quite place and a smirk on his lips that made your stomach somersault. Quickly, you looked back to your hands as a blush crept across your face.
“I am sorry about that, but you were close and I wasn’t exactly in a position to do much else,” he muttered, and to his credit he did look a little sheepish.
“And you know my address how?” You applied some ointment to the wound, attempting to be nonchalant in your questioning.
“Hospital told me. I had to have information on everyone who would be around Eri.” His voice was flat, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
It made sense, with how high a security risk Eri was, but you couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling that arose in knowing how easy it was for you to be found. You stayed quiet, concentrating on your work, kneading at your bottom lip.
Aizawa must have noticed something was wrong, as a few minutes into the silence he said, “I am sorry for scaring you.”
You shook your head, “What exactly happened to you last night?”
“There’s a group of villains that was spotted in the area that I was asked to gather intel on. I’m not entirely sure what happened next, but one moment I was in the city and the next I was in a field and it was bright and sunny. Next thing I knew, I was in an alley fighting to get free of the same group of villains I had been tracking.” He paused and there was this distant look in his eyes, as if he was truly reliving the moment.
“We don’t know much about the group except that they call themselves Societatis Magnae. It means the G-”
“The Great Society,” you finished, your face turning white as a wave terror washed over you.
“You know them?” Aizawa asked warily.
You braced yourself against the wall feeling faint, “The Societatis Magnae is a gang whose goal is to create an even bigger divide between those with quirks and those without. They think those that are quirkless are beneath them, and should serve those with quirks. Their leader is a ruthless man known as Delirium.”
“How do you know all of this?” Aizawa asked, his eyes urgent for the information you were giving, but also concerned.
You stood up, swaying as you did so, and stumbled toward the sink turning on the cold water and letting it run over your hands. You heard Aizawa stand using the wall to slowly straighten, but his eyes bored into you and there was no use avoiding his questions anymore.
You took a deep breath and turned to face him, “Delirium is also known as Tamika (L/N) and he is my brother.”
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Summary: It’s fathers day and Shouto Todoroki is having to process a lot of feelings he would rather ignore.
Warning: hinting of abuse, bodily injury, I think thats it...
W/C: 1928
a/n: Sooooo when it comes to dads I really connect with Shouto, so i decided to try and vent through the fic. I’m not sure if it turned out how I wanted it to, but it did turn out into something. Thanks again to @mindninjax and @bullrunpicnicker for editing!
“Todoroki?” Deku’s concerned voice called across the common area.
From where he was sitting, Shouto was isolated from the rest of the group. The others were on the couches watching reruns of that year's top heroes announcements. He had been actively avoiding watching it all day, but Class 1-A couldn’t stop talking about how much things had changed at the top. Deku especially was constantly analyzing all of the heroes and what made them the best of the best. He had already filled up two more notebooks on the Pro-Hero Hawks.
Shouto didn’t look up. It's not that he didn’t hear Deku, but it didn’t quite register as he flipped through his english textbook. It was one of the rare areas he actually had to try in. His thoughts had been jumbled all day, he was drained, and any more stimulation might set him over the edge.
“Hey, Todoroki, you okay?” Deku’s face was now directly in front of Shouto and it was hard to ignore the annoyance.
“Midoryia,” Shouto responded dryly as he looked up. “Do you need something?” He tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice, but from the flinch in the other boy's smile it had failed.
“Well, uh, you were just really quiet, which isn’t unusual I guess, but you were sitting all alone, which i guess also isn’t unusual, but something seemed off so I wanted to make sure everything was okay. Although now that I think about it maybe it's none of my business, but I just thought-”
“Midoriya.” Shouto tried to halt the boy from his muttering.
“Oh, uh.” He seemed to snap out of a daze and a sheepish look crossed his face. “Sorry.”
“Listen, I really appreciate your concern, but I need to study and I’m finding it increasingly harder to do that here.” He snapped his book closed for emphasis and began to pack up his stuff. “Again, thanks for the concern, but you needn’t bother yourself.”
Shouto walked away and headed toward his dorm room, a little ashamed at having shut down his fellow student so rudely. The anger wasn’t meant to be directed at anyone, least of all Deku, and truthfully he wasn’t even sure if anger was the proper word for what he was feeling. Shouto decided he would apologize later for his impoliteness. For right now though, isolation seemed like the best option to avoid any more unpleasant interactions.
The door to the dorm swung open easily and the simplicity of the sparse room, the lack of stimulation, settled Shouto, and he could feel the irritation leaving him. He laid his books down on his desk neatly and collapsed on his bed to stare at the ceiling. It would pass, these feelings, they always did after a couple of days, but the first day was always the worst.
That evening a knock at Shouto’s door startled him out of his restless sleep. When exactly had he fallen asleep? He quickly rolled out of bed and went to open the door, surprised to find Deku there with a bowl of cold soba noodles.
“Um, you missed dinner, and I thought maybe you’d be hungry.” Deku said quietly with his head bowed, “plus, I thought I would apologize for making you upset earlier.”
Shouto sighed in frustration and rubbed at his eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Midoriya. I apologize for snapping at you. It was not my intention to do so, but nonetheless I am sorry.”
Finally Deku looked up. He could barely contain the questions that were bursting in his mind, but eventually he gave a small smile.
“You should still take the soba, it’s cold. I know that's how you like it, and I brought some of the special sauce, too.” He held it out, and Shouto took it. He hadn’t realized he was hungry.
“Thank you, Midoriya. This was unnecessary, but I appreciate it all the same.” Shouto moved to close the door-
“Um, Todoroki.” The door stopped mid arc. “I just want to make sure you’re really okay. The reason I approached you earlier was because you looked really sad.”
Sad, was that what he had been feeling earlier? It definitely fit more than just simply angry, but it still didn’t encompass everything. How much could Deku really pick up on? He was clearly perceptive, he wouldn't have been able to pick up on Shouto’s distress if not, but could he understand why he was distressed?
They were friends of course and Shouto trusted him more than most of the other classmates. If anyone was going to understand, it would be him. After all, Deku was the one that saved him from himself last year at the sports festival, he would understand...right?
“It's Father's Day.”
Shouto turned and left his door open as an invitation for Deku to come in. This conversation wasn’t one meant for the hallway.
The messy haired boy entered hesitantly looking around at the pristine room before closing the door. Shouto gestured to the chair by his desk while he took a seat on the bed with his soba noodles. They sat like that for a while before either of them said anything. Deku was too afraid of upsetting Shouto any further and Shouto was unsure of what to say next.
Finally Shouto took a deep breath. “I’ve been feeling conflicted all day.”
Deku nodded. “About your dad.”
It wasn’t a question. They both knew the complicated relationship Shouto had with his father Endeavor.
“Yes, about him. To be honest with you, I’m not entirely sure what I’m feeling. Hearing everyone talk about their father all day had been confusing.”
There was more silence. Deku feared that if he spoke Shouto would stop, and he so desperately wanted to help his friend.
“Everyone says how great it is that he’s my father. Everyone praises him constantly. There are even students here that want to be like him or aspire for his position. It makes me sick, but I can’t blame them for that. They don’t know.” The last part was spoken in a whisper, unsure and unsteady.
“It...is strange to see him broken into two people like that. The Endeavor they know as the number 2 hero, second only to Allmight, the all powerful fire hero, and the Endeavor I know. The one I call father, the one who used me for his own purposes, the one who drove my mother away, the one who…” Shouto stopped and took a shuddering breath, finally feeling what he had not allowed himself to feel all day.
The bottle of emotions had been opened, and Shouto knew that it would be hard to put the lid back on tonight. Embracing it wasn’t an option either, that’s not something that someone could think through logically, try as he might. His vision began to blur and part of himself, the part his father had raised, screamed at him to stop. This was a weakness. One that needed to be eradicated to be hidden and never shown to the world. Something to be hidden behind icy walls.
“Todoroki.” Deku said gently. He moved a little closer to the edge of his seat and closer to his companion across the room.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, Midoriya, you shouldn’t have to hear this.”
It was no use though. The tears were there, present and unwilling to be hidden, and Deku was looking right at him. His gaze wasn’t pity, never pity, but sadness and maybe anger.
“Todor- um, Shouto,” he tested, the name feeling foreign on his tongue. “You are allowed to be this upset and angry and hurt.”
Shouto shook his head. Suddenly, he felt the bowl in his hand begin to heat up, and the tears sizzled as they fell to his hand. “I know I’m allowed, logically it makes sense, but he's still there. I still have to call him father, I still have to respect him, I still hear him in everything I do.”
The flames grew hotter, but Shouto either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “I can’t make a single move without thinking about him, without wondering if I made the right choice. No, not the right choice, the choice he wanted me to make.”
Deku’s hand was suddenly on Shouto’s and the whimper of pain that came from the kneeling boy snapped Shouto back. Hiis flames extinguished immediately. A look of terror crossed his face as Deku pulled back his now singed hand. The soba noodles had dropped to the floor.
“Midoriya, I-”
“I told you this once before Todoroki. You are not your father, and he is not in control of you.” He smiled, and Shouto felt overwhelmed.
“I can understand how difficult it is to hear about him and for him to be constantly in everything we do. But, you get to decide what kind of hero, no, what kind of person you get to be. I don’t know everything you’ve gone through and it would be stupid of me to say that its in the past, but its not in the present.”
Shouto’s hands were shaking and he avoided Deku’s eyes, but his words dug into him more and more. They were helping, but they were merely an ointment for a long scarred burn. Everything he felt, everything that he was feeling right now, it was important, and Shouto knew Deku was just trying to ground him.
“Todoroki, you shouldn’t keep all this bottled up, and I’m not sure I’m the one you should talk to about it. That is to say, not that i won't listen, I just mean, maybe you know someone more qualified than me to actually help should. I’ll always listen if you need me to, it's not a bother at all, just maybe, you know, an adult?” Deku had become flustered again, and suddenly Shouto found himself laughing.
He wasn’t entirely sure why he was laughing, but there were so many pent up emotions this might as well have been the one to surface right now. All the tension had left his body, and Deku’s muttering had been so earnest and endearing, and Shouto was so drained, laughter seemed the only option.
“Midoryia,” Shouto said, regaining his breath. “Thank you, honestly. I know this has nothing to do with you, but it seems you’re always in the right place to witness my most vulnerable moments.”
Deku smiled again. “Well, technically everyone witnessed the first one.”
Shouto frowned. “Ah, yes, I had almost blocked that entire event out. Thank you for reminding me of it.”
Deku sputtered, fearing he had messed up again, but then Shouto smiled as if they were both in on a joke no one else knew, and they both devolved into fits of laughter. A grunt from Deku as he tried to stand up brought clarity back to the situation. His hand was still injured.
“We should go to Recovery Girl and get your hand healed before it scars.” Shouto muttered as he grabbed his coat.
Deku nodded. “She’ll be ecstatic. It’s not my usual injuries.”
They both knew that wasn’t true. As they headed out of Shouto’s dorm, they wondered how they would explain the incident. Shouto knew that he would eventually need to fully address everything he was feeling, and that simply venting to a good friend wasn’t a cure all. For now, he focused on Deku’s mutterings as he ran scenarios that may explain their current situation, and just for a moment, any thoughts of his dad flew away.
I’m sorry you’re disassociating. :( I hope you feel better. 1,2,5,7,22,25,34,50,55,58,59
Its nothing dear Anon, you do what you do to get by! Thank you for the questions though!!!
1. selfie
2. what would you name your future kids?
I think Persephone was thrown around and Tristan.
5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?
I have probably three people that can make me smile, My husband, my Soulmate, and My best friend. Literally those three are like my rock and idk what I would do without them.
7. what was your life like last year?
Last year feels so long ago, It was still new. We had just moved and I had just started a new job. I met a new set of friends and just kinda solidified my adulthood, I turned 25.
22. description of crush.
A girl with a heart as big as mine as a shit ton of crushed animated and otherwise.
25. role model
This is a really tough question because all my role models growing up were celebrities and animated figures. I’m not sure theres any one person I look to for guidance. I just want to be better and only I can make that happen.
34. most embarrassing moment
Okay so like, Im socially inept and one time i threw a party, a christmas party, that acronym was S.H.I.T party and uh...it sure lived up to that name.
50. favourite picture of your hero
Dont tell her ;)
55. tumblr friends
Oh so many new friends recently!!!! @mindninjax, @bullrunpicnicker, @vic-toryoftheaces, @dokidokibunni, @hornyforaizawa, @wasntthatafunnyday
58. description of my best friend
You know how like when you get home and you get to relax and maybe you get to take a hot bath and your whole body just feels safe and at peace? Thats her.
59. why i joined tumblr
I have been on this hellsite for like, 12-13 years at this point. I’m sure it had something to do with doctor Who.
✽ rules: bold what applies to you, italicize your aspirations
𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅
i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words
𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐻
i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love the chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life
𝐹𝐼𝑅𝐸
i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing
𝐴𝐼𝑅
i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch small animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me
𝐴𝐸𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅
i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally
Anonymous message of wot I think of u: I think I don’t really know you anymore, an I’m not sure I ever really knew you, even when we knew each other irl. And I regret not getting to know you better back then. You were pretty dope and I’m sure you still are, but idk, something inside me says it’s too late to start again
Imma keep it really with y’all. I’m a different person that even a year ago 🤷🏼♀️ like if you knew me irl in highschool or college like I’m a completely different Max so like don’t be afraid to reconnect. 🥰🥰🥰🥰
