Was sanity an OPTION? - crack deku MHA

cHoNkY

Question of the day, why is it that My autocorrect prefers cHuNkY over cHoNkY?

Izuku POV:

First I noticed the shrill, monotonous beeping, then the deep whirring beside me.

I then noticed the light, so bright the inside of my eyelids looked red (relatable?), and then the heavy presence on my wrists. 

I forced open my eyes, blinking quickly as I adjusted to the blueish hospital fluorescents. I seemed to be right about my observations. At the foot of the white, rickety bed was a tall machine with long wires which were stuck to my bare chest with sticky pads, measuring my Heart beat and blood glucose levels. To my left was a big cHoNkY machine, with a tube that was feeding air into my nose. On my wrists were heavy iron rings attached to the side of the bed and on my right...

was that Eraserhead guy?!

Out of all the heroes in modern-day japan, stuff that, the world. Eraserhead was definitely the best. With his actual want to help people, not for the fame, not for the money but for... actually even I'm not sure what for. 

Note To Self: Ask hobo why he's a hero.

I lift myself up with my elbows, it was a bit difficult because my hands are fastened to the sides of the bed, but I make it. I turn to glare at the Pro hero who is now semi-awake as per usual and gazing at me blankly.

"...what?" he groans squeezing his eyes shut as he stretches out his back, his black ponytail swinging like a pendulum. Actually, if my eyes aren't deceiving me, it  looks like he shaved, for once. wow. 

"So... tell me where I am. what the fuck am i doing here!" I demand annoyedly, to my surprise the hero rolls his eyes and looks at me sympathetically.

"Kid, you just jumped off a building, died, resurrected, had a seizure, and tried to jump off a building again. Any one of those things by themselves would be enough to get you into a hospital, let alone all of them in the space of twenty minutes." He took a deep breath in, almost like he was trying to console himself about that, "You're a fucking Nutcase kid, you need help"

"Wot de fuq man," I murmured annoyed, even though I knew he was completely and totally correct. He shrugged.

"you needed to hear it."

"that I can agree with..." and with that, the nurse walked in.

...

Nurse POV

Of course, I'm scared.

Why wouldn't I be?

First I'm told that a kid jumped off a building walked himself into the ambulance, then I'm told that this kid will be accompanied by a pro hero.

Even now it would be viable if I was just scared of failing both a child and a hero, but then the kid in mention is wheeled into the building in a wheelchair, and he jumps up and limp-runs in my directions. Just before the crazy greenete could reach me a man jumped in front of him, jamming a syringe into his neck and injecting the clear fluid.

"Mother fu-" the teen had growled before his eyes went cloudy and he dropped to the floor unconscious, his stark freckles becoming more obvious as his skin paled to paper white.

And now here I am, standing outside the godforsaken monster's room shaking like a leaf. I take a deep breath letting the chemical-smelling air enter my lungs, clutching the clipboard to my chest, and walk into the tiny room with as much authority as possible.

and...

It all crumbles to pieces as I glance at the end of what seems to be a vaguely wholesome conversation between the two. The boy, who had looked fairly neutral about whatever was going on, saw me, grimaced, and glared at me. The hero, however, who had run into the building looking dirty and gross now had his hair up into a ponytail and was cleanly shaven. My heart skipped a beat, I'm not usually one for the 'dirty insomniac' men, but this one. He really has those eyebags going for him, doesn't he?

I can feel those emerald eyes boring into my skull, and now I'm painfully aware of the sheer amount of blood flowing into my cheeks (and other places.)

"helloOoooOoOoo, Sir. You here?" I'm interrupted out of my thoughts by the kid trying to get my attention. I guess he succeeded.

(yes, the nurse is male)

"S-sorry" I stutter, "I'll just do your vitals."

The kid scoffs and out of the corner of my eye I see the hero jab him in the ribs with his elbow. Maybe it's not too late, at least he has some respect for me. 

Thinking about it, I've always wanted a Hero boyfriend. My usual boyfriends are always so weak and un-muscly, but a hero... Ahh. 

He could be the Hot and stoic Ceo that I am in debt to, and since I have no money I could pay with my body. He could even tie me up in his office, bend me over his desk, and put his big juicy coc-

Aizawa POV

The Sociopath Broccoli scoffs the second the nurse turns away to from us. 

I roll my eyes annoyedly and elbow him harshly in the ribs. I notice the nurse watching the exchange in the corner of his eye he looks at me and furrows his pink eyebrows in thought. Suddenly the nurse's eyes widen as his face gets redder and redder, It looks like his face is about the explode.

I've gotten that reaction a few times over the past hour, and I'm starting to suspect that it's because I've actually tried to clean up. If we have any luck finding this poor child's family, I at least want to look presentable before I tell them that Izuku is likely clinically Depressed, anxious, suicidal, and psychosomatic.

But with all the newfound attention, I think I'm just going to give up on the whole presentable bullshit.

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