On the Run

Sleep

Life seemed to come back into you slowly after that day. Some days were hard, where you could barely muster up the strength to move. Other days, you were more active, sitting in the living room and watching them. You hadn't talked as much, letting your vocal cords rest and mentally prepare yourself to converse with anyone. Oliver was glued to your side even more now, his forehead knocking into yours every time he had to leave. It was like you were sharing secret messages that only mind readers could understand.

Kya seemed even more joyful whenever you were out of your bedroom. She chattered more, and became more excited about everything. It made the hearts of everyone swell with love.

Aria was the only person who seemed hesitant, walking on eggshells around you. She wouldn't give you hugs, nor come around you unless necessary. It hurt, but you understood. You wouldn't want to be around you in this state either.

All the adults had gone into overbearing mother mode. It all started when Maya came to visit, and saw you sitting in the wheelchair, blankly watching your comfort show. She screamed, then sobbed as she crashed into your lap. You flinched as her tears and sobs soaked through your house dress. (You couldn't get into pants without losing breath, so you opted for something with easier access)

Since then, the heroes plus Maya would constantly check on you. Adjusting your position in the chair, moving you to lie down on the couch, getting you food and your medicine. Yaoyorozu always made sure you had a blanket on you, Kirishima would change the channel to whatever you wanted, and Midoriya was always ready to tuck you into bed with Jirou. At one point, Bakugo was sitting in front of you, feeding you like a baby. And he wasn't annoyed.

Maya hooked you up with a physical therapist close by, with the help of her eldest brother, which was insufferable in and of itself. Maya's family was constantly popping by the clinic, checking in on you just as much as you were at home. They ensured you weren't pushing yourself too much, especially because Devon could not handle your case directly since you were connected so closely.

It was all so embarrassing. If you so much as made a sound of discomfort, they were running toward you, with one solution or the other. Anything to make you feel better.

It was overwhelming, which made you reflect on your parenting. You hoped you weren't this overbearing when your children were sick.

As you lay in bed, tucked in tightly by Midoriya with a small smile, you wondered when you would stop being coddled. You hoped it would be soon.

...

Ejirou Kirishima awoke, his mouth dry and sticky. His messy red hair defied gravity, surrounding him in a halo. He glanced around blearily, listening to the loud snores of Bakugo and Kaminari. He wasn't sure how he and Sero were able to sleep, but they'd become so immune to the sound that it was almost a lullaby.

His bleary sight stared at the red numbers of the electronic clock.

2: 30 am.

Damn. He hadn't gotten up that early since his hero days in Japan.

As he stared at the roof, he wasn't sure he would go back to sleep. He smacked his lips, grimacing at the stickiness in his mouth.

Water.

He got out of bed, carefully maneuvering around a twisted Kaminari, and carefully stepping over Shinsou, who seemed to have fallen asleep on the floor again. He sluggishly made his way downstairs. He expected the house to be dead quiet.

He should've known better.

He was greeted with the sight of you, hunched over a computer screen. Thick-rimmed black glasses reflected the glare of the computer screen. Deep eyebags, (bonnet on head/ hair mussed from sleep), disheveled pajama shirt falling off your shoulder. Papers were scattered all over the dining table, reports half-filled out, and sticky notes with a familiar scrawl. It was a scene from a movie, with the overworked detective finally figuring out the answer to the crime. The wheelchair was right next to you, papers and a tablet stacked on the seat. He wondered how the hell you even got them out here.