in another world ; one piece : bnha

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chapter seventeen
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ii. sky island arc

Shoto first saw a mop of green hair when he slowly opened his eyes, crunching his nose as the bright light illuminated from outside. His eyes hasn't adjusted yet.

He properly looked at the mosshead who was too busy snoring ahead, he was seated right beside the infirmary's bed, his back leaning against Shoto's side. Zoro must have stayed up looking after him, and that thought made Shoto flush.

Shoto must have looked so weak while he was asleep. And the toughest shell in the crew just had to witness him being vulnerable.

Oh, the embarrassment was real.

Shoto found himself sitting up, looking at his arms as he noticed it being wrapped continously with bandages all the way down to the tips of his fingers. Trying to move a little muscle on his arms, he felt pain pierce through.

He couldn't help but yelp in surprise. He didn't expect the damage to hurt this much. It was probably the adrenaline that made him ignore his injuries in the process of his reckless actions.

Shoto swore to not be that small-witted again.

The yelp he released earlier stirred Zoro awake, and the sudden shuffle and movement triggered his awakening.

Sleepy and lazy eyes looked up at the duo user, first surprised then glad to see him up and alive. He the properly sat to face Shoto, yawning slightly while stretching his arms.

"Sorry I woke you up." Shoto's voice was scratchy and certainly more hoarse than before, but what else was to be expected from someone who has never downed water for days already.

Zoro waved his hand dismissively, "You should of woken me up earlier." He then reached for the cabinet beside the bed, holding a glass of water before handing it to the boy.

Shoto took it gratefully before downing it quickly, evidently showing how thirsty he was.

"Thanks." Shoto wiped his mouth before placing the glass back, wincing slightly by the movement of his arm. Zoro watched the pain contort in the heterochromatic even for a split second, and he was concerned.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked, trying to hide his worry.

Shoto looked up at him before down to his own ruined arms. It was painful and still had the lingering sting of burns, but it was good for now, he wouldn't even be able to imagine how this must have hurt during the cleaning and patching.

So this is what Midoriya feels whenever he uses his quirk, huh?

Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts that still revolves around his former world, he faced Zoro.

"Where are the others?" He asked. "Are they safe?" Shoto was genuinely concerned for the crew that grew on him. He couldn't help but wonder how they would treat him; after all, he did wander around contributing nothing.

He had all the intentions to figure the suspicious situation, and separating from the crew meant not holding them back. They were not the type to calmly assess the circumstances at hand, and he didn't want to stop them from doing what they usually do in fear of being in the way.

So he adjusted instead.

And even so, he was still a dead weight on their shoulders. A burden. He got too ahead of himself to think that he could take on unknown enemies all by himself.

If only he had allowed himself to think further out of the box, then would he have prevented the unnecessary damage his crew had taken? Not being there alone and being off to do things arrogantly was a guilt problem for him.