⇘𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅⇙
(Y/n) and Aizawa were found and taken to the hospital immediately. The police and pro heros couldn't find the criminals and searched with no luck finding them.
The doctors informed (y/n)'s parents she was in the hospital and her mother, older sister and younger sister came rushing to the hospital. Her dad didn't come as usual because he was...busy.
When her family arrived it was 10:27pm and she was laying in a bed unconscious.She had a room mate, Aizawa. He was laying in a bed beside her but he was separated with a curtain. He had surgery to remove the bullet in his leg and sewed up the wounds he had. His head injury was treated and wrapped up with a bandage.
(Y/n)'s stab wound in her arm was sewed up and the cut on her face was patched up with a bandaid. Her family sat around her bed and watched her sleep, nervous and worried. The most worried was her mom, Yuki (L/n), who was clinging onto her daughters hand and gazing at her baby's face.
After 30 mins Yoshiko, (y/n)'s older sister took Rin, her younger sister home while Yuki stayed at the hospital to watch over her.10:57pm
"My poor baby....my brave brave girl. You did good...to protect your injured teacher. I just wish you wouldn't get into situations like these....like at USJ." Yuki stroked (y/n)'s hand and sighed. Rustling could be heard and the curtains slide back to reveal a groggy Aizawa. Yuki turned around and with wide eyes and her expression softened realizing it was her daughters teacher.
"She was very brave. It was stupid for her to come back and help me, which resulted in her injuries. But I wasn't doing very good...so I guess I owe it to your daughter that I'm not hurt even more or kidnapped. Don't worry I protected her to the best of my abilities in that moment." Aizawa sat on the edge of the bed and fiddled with his fingers, looking at Yuki with guilt glinting in his eyes.
Yuki furrowed her brows and stood, approaching Aizawa and grabbed his hands, looking at him with kind eyes, "thank you for protecting her. she's always compelled to help those in need. That's why she's in UA. Sure, it was stupid of her to put herself in danger to help you. But like you said, you were losing. I'm glad In a way that she stepped in to help you. Or you might not be here right now."
Aizawa gave a small smile and looked over to the sleeping (y/n) and sighed, "I'm just glad she wasn't hurt too much. I'm going to have to lecture her about this after though. How is she?" He asked and Yuki let go of his hands and went to her daughters side. "She's good. Her stab wound was sewed up but she'll be resting until tomorrow afternoon since she got to total exhaustion and needs time to regenerate." Yuki explained and sat down on the chair by the girls bed.
"How're you? Are your injuries okay? Were they serious?" Yuki turned around to Aizawa, worried. "I'm...fine. I'm a little sore. I was stabbed in the side in the midst of fighting and shot in the leg when I was up against some thugs. My head hurts like hell, probably because I was getting my face slammed into the cement but it's not like that was my first rodeo. I most likely have a mild concussion now...." Aizawa winced on time.
"That sounds terrible! I hope you heal fine. How long will you be in here?" Yuki asked. "Well, hopefully recovery girl stops by tomorrow morning so she can heal my wounds to a good point so I can teach my class. I suggest (y/n) stays here tomorrow to recover. She doesn't have to come to school." Aizawa reassured and Yuki thanked him.
It was 11:26pm now and Yuki went home to her kids. (Y/n) was having weird dreams while she slept in a coma like state, Aizawa got informed about his injuries being able to heal without trouble and recovery girl would stop by early in the morning to heal both of the patients.
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𝕌𝕟𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝❣︎ (REMAKE)Aizawa X Student Reader
Fiksi Penggemar❀❀As the days go on, (y/n) starts to fall more in love with Her sensei, Aizawa. They start getting involved in each others lives to the point they can't avoid one another not counting school. They help each other in little ways that slowly draw them...