Chained....(My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

•Upon Their Hearts•

The cold evening breeze brushed over my exposed skin and the sweet melody of birds letting out their last chirp of the day filled my ears as I slowly opened my eyes to the feeling of a large gloved hand wrapped tightly around my own, almost as if when I was asleep, Death nearly got to wrap its hands around me one final time. Despite the agonizing amount of pain overwhelming my body, I slightly turned my head to the side only to find Bakugo's peaceful face inches away from mine, his eyes closed as an indication that the exhaustion had finally gotten to him and his chest constantly repeating the cycle I had tried to protect.

"K-Katsu...?" I whispered.

His crimson eyes snapped open and he instantly lifted his upper body from the bed as if he had been waiting hours for me to wake up and for a moment, his eyes silently surveyed my own in order to check if I was really alive or a mere ghost while I tried to sit upright, unsure of what to say until I noticed that he was still wearing his blood stained hero costume. Just how long...has he been here ?

"Bakugo I..." My voice wavered.

Within a split second, a loud crack echoed and my neck jerked to the side as a stinging pain shot through my cheek, making my entire body freeze while I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened for his eyes to be seemingly screaming endlessly despite the only sound breaking the room's silence being the one of the curtain gently floating in the wind. There had never been a day that passed by without me being in pain and so one would think that I was used to these kinds of treatments yet this singular hit seemed to hurt more than anything else, not because it had been hard enough to draw blood from my skin but because I had hurt someone enough for him to lay his hands on me.

"YOU IDIOT !" He yelled. "You could've gotten killed...What in the hell were you thinking ?!"

Despite knowing that speaking now would only make this more unbearable, I tried to ignore the fact that my vocal chords would only work against me yet all that left my lips was a heavy silence loaded with the words I couldn't say, with the secrets I had been keeping for years. A warm tear rolled down my cheek as I desperately tried to tell him just how many times I had tried to free myself from life's burden, how everytime I spoke my throat slowly ripped apart, how my life was a simple sacrifice for the sake of science, how sorry I was for everything that had happened up to this point, yet none of it could leave my lips. Without a word, he leaned forward and placed his hand on the back of my head before pulling me in, my face resting in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his other arm around my waist tightly enough for me to feel his trembling muscles.

"Recovery Girl..." He finally spoke up. "She said that you were lucky to be alive. If that punch had hit you even the slightest bit harder, you'd have died on impact. She was able to fix you up for the most part by performing surgery to remove the broken bone fragments but she couldn't entirely save your right leg. It was stabbed through by some rubble from the wall and it broke when you were thrown back...so bone fragments hit the nerves. She said you'll be fine after some rehabilitation though so...for now you have to walk on a crutch. "

He slowly peeled back the bedsheet only to reveal my right leg completely immobilized by blood stained bandages and that was when I finally realized that I had lost all feeling in my leg as if it had been amputated despite the fact that it was clearly still attached to my body. My bones were breakable and this was a lesson I had been taught time and time again yet in that moment, it made me realize just howe powerless I truly was all because of the cruel joke that this world had turned my existence into, just because of the sacrifice it decided I would become. He looked up at me and just as I brough my hand to my face in order to prevent another blow, he wrapped his arms around my body once more yet this time it felt different, this wasn't like the other hugs we had shared as children or on a regular basis, this embrace held more sentiment than I would ever be able to comprehend.

"Bakugo..." I whispered, forcing myself to speak. "I-I'm sorry."

"You scared me..." He simply said as he held me tighter. "At one point...Recovery Girl said that you most likely wouldn't make it. I th-...I thought I'd lost you forever."

Unable to get the words off my chest, I simply closed my eyes in hopes to slip away from this life even for a split second because in the end, a split second was all that I had ever had despite the fact that his arms felt like eternity, an eternity where I could finally be safe from my own mind. However, before I could get a moment's rest, the door opened and we both pulled away from each other with our faces as red as the flowers sitting on the widowsill as we tried to avoid one another's gaze, my heart now more confused than it had ever been before.

"Hello dear." Recovery Girl greeted as she walked over to me. "I assume this young man already told you everything you needed to know. You're free to go home now but be careful."

"T-Thank you." I stuttered as I lowered my head. "I'm sorry for the trouble."

I slowly got up but as soon as my foot hit the ground, an excruciating pain shot through my leg followed by the feeling a hand wrapping around my neck as though it was trying to drain the life from my body in an instant, the hand of my Master. Just as my body was about to crash against the ground and stain the flawless tiles, Bakugo wrapped his arm around my abdomen before pulling me back up, leaving me face to face with the blazing eyes my gaze still tried to avert.

He silently placed me back down onto the bed and walked over to the corner of the room to grab the crutch leaning against the wall before setting it down next to me and for the first time in two long years, tears rolled down his face as he smiled, holding out his hand towards me.

"Let's go...together."

To Be Continued...