wherein trust is a scary thing (pt 2/2)
okay so holy shit this took me longer than it should have, no real trigger warnings for this chapter? aside from like one (1) digestion mention?
All Izuku remembered was darkness, green sparks of energy, and then nothingness again. Overexertion and panic rendering his body helpless as he passed out
Now, as he became conscious, and felt warmth engulf his body again, he remembered his entire predicament, and that he was alone and helpless in the winged hero’s gut, the walls reminding him where he was as they squished against him, making the student whine lowly in his throat has he weakly pushed the walls away, only for them to prod at him more
As if they were feeling for him, in some weird, unorthodox way
Or digestion was finally starting
He shuddered
Sinking into the walls, and curling up, he fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie, what was going to happen to him?
Looking around in the dark, cramped space. He’d noticed something
There were no acids pooling at his feet, no burning, itchiness, anything that indicated digestion
Izuku was barely processing that he was safe, much less alive
He was brought out of his thoughts when the walls around him squished him again, this time he could feel the buzzing of a voice in his chest. Hawks’ voice
“Kid? You didn’t die on me, right?” Despite the calm exterior the hero displayed, Izuku could still hear the concerned undertone in the man’s voice as a hand pressed in on him
Izuku wanted to speak, but the second he opened his mouth, his mouth felt dry. Right, it always did that when he woke up, that, and he was still fearful, he shifted and swallowed, Settling for pressing a hand against the nearest wall
He was suddenly jerked backwards. Wait, had Hawks been flying? As he felt the walls promptly squish him in response, a hum following the action
Feeling a tiny hand press against his own had lifted the concerned weight off of Hawks’ chest, and he’d now chalk down to the few hours of Izuku not moving to the poor teenager passing out from fear, and that fact still made guilt gnaw at his heart
Hopefully Eraserhead doesn’t murder me for eating his student alive
As Izuku registered his situation, he’d realized that he wasn’t...in an actual stomach, yes, there was the occasional gurgle and growl, but those sounds were muffled, sounding distant
Below him, to be more exact
Hawks’ had two stomachs, and he was in the bird hero’s first one. The smooth walls clearly weren’t meant for thrashing food around and breaking it down into chyme, more for...holding food for later
And now, the lack of acids made sense
Hawks was more avian than he thought
He yelped when he was thrown forwards, almost upside down. He threw his hands out to get his balance, not expecting the muscles of the esophagus to clamp down on his hands
His hands slipped out of the esophageal sphincter’s somewhat vice grip with a small squelch as his surroundings returned to normal
Izuku promptly swallowed down the bile that rose to his throat from being thrown around
The erratic heartbeat around him was slowing down to it’s normal, steady pace. Walls tightening around his form as if to hold him in place, to keep him from being jostled more, only, his space was growing smaller, as muscles grabbed at his tiny form, pushing upwards
Is he...is he spitting me up? Are we back at U.A? What’s going on?
Izuku’s first assumption had been correct, as with one last, muffled heave he was pushed into the taller of the two’s maw, light pouring in as a gloved hand gently grabbed him by his shoulders, his legs sliding out of the throat behind him, saliva clinging to him in strands
“Sorry about that, kiddo” Hawks said, as he wiped the drool off of his lips with the back of his hand, acting as if he just hadn’t spit a living, breathing person up.
Izuku blinked “Oh I uh...I-It’s all good” he murmured, Is it really, though?
He ignored the thought, wiping the saliva covering his hand on his hoodie, which now had been soaking up the heat of the sun
“Problem child, what’s the meaning of this, exactly?” A gruff, tired voice snapped his (and the bird hero’s attention) to his tired, annoyed looking teacher, who was glaring pointedly at Hawks, distrust rolling off him in waves
Izuku felt nervous laughter bubble up in his chest
Trying to explain to his sensei that yes, Hawks did eat him, and no, he didn’t hurt him, was going to be a task in itself
Hawks felt like Eraserhead’s glare was going to burn holes in the front of his skull, as he averted eye contact, flinching a little as the taller man gently swiped Midoriya from his hand, hand protectively cupping his student against his chest
Class 1-A hardly registered the scene that played out in front of them
Bakugou looked at a loss, he thought he’d seen it all, but seeing the no.2 hero cough up his childhood friend, who was now tiny had absolutely dumbfounded him
What the fuck?