When you got home you trained harder than you ever had before.
You worked on suppressing atomic charges.
You set up used cans of beer and glass bottles you'd found and focused on turning them to dust.
If you had done it once, then you could definitely do it again.
Your hands clenched into fists as you squeezed your eyes closed, letting your head drop, your hair hiding your face from sight, chin against your chest.
Your nails would have been bleeding your palms from the tightness of your fist, but you had bitten them short with worry and nerves while waiting outside Kirishima's room.
You had to control your power. Become stronger. Your father had once called you a monster freak when you were five because of your uncontrolled quirk- you had caused the television to explode when he was in front of it by accident.
You had to have precision, otherwise you would never become a hero. You couldn't just go around making things combust and explode like Bakugo.
Every hero had to face complications. Difficulties. Challenges.
This was one of yours on the path to being the very best.
To be the best, the strongest, the most heroic, the most amazing, you had to work for it.
Only hard workers make it anywhere in life.
You opened your eyes, looking at the beer can a dozen feet away.
Your eyes widened as a laugh fell from your lips, because-
The can was simply a pile of ash now.
***
You worked on kicking for three hours and trained with your quirk for seven.
It was hard labour work, but you had to become stronger. Better. The best version of yourself you could find in the depths of your heart and choose to be it forever.
You made ice sculptures. They were not detailed and not very good, but they were the best you could do. You made one of the entire class of 1-A, trying to do your best- adding the miniscule, small things, even though they ended up looking like smudges of paint and making everything look weird and odd.
You spent a long time creating Kirishima. Making every detail right. Perfect. When you made a mistake you refused to go on- you did everything you could to fix it. Slow tears trickled from your hooded, lifeless eyes as you worked, but you made no sound.
It took three hours to complete the 1A sculpture- because you ended up adding in Aizawa, Midnight, Kamui Woods, Hound Dog, All Might, and Present Mic.
In fact, you were so captured up in what you were doing that you failed to notice the cloud of glitter sparkles surrounding you.
You began to feel extremely sleepy as you breathed it in. You plopped down onto the floor upon your butt as your eyes began to gain weight... you wanted to keep them open, but they refused....
You hummed as you laid down on your stomach and fell asleep.
***
When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed again.
You were sleepy. Your eyes ached, your head ached, your feet ached, your body ached.
You groaned lowly as the black spades faded from your vision. Ash blonde hair filled your face as you felt something throw itself onto you.
You felt two large, soft pillows against you as a pair of arms enveloped you. Whoever it was, smelled like tasty, warm cake batter, or cookie dough.
"Katsuki?"
But no. Whoever this was, seemed to have pillows attached to their bodies. Bakugo didn't have this, but whoever this was, definitely had the exact same hair as him.
You kinda wanted to touch the pillows. Felt comforting for whatever reason. What if you could lay on them? They would be a dozen times more comfortable then the rock your head was on-
A light, breathy chuckle. "Sweetheart, it's Mitsuki, not the brat."
Your eyes widened in horror- THOSE PILLOWS WERE NOT PILLOWS AFTER ALL!?
You tried to clear the clueless, innocent thoughts that had plagued your mind upon waking and smiled drowsily. "Hi. Where is he?"
"He's visiting Kirishima. He was here all night and wouldn't leave to go visit his friends until I was here and he knew I wouldn't leave you alone."
"What.... What happened to me, Mitsuki-san?"
"I'm not family. Shota knows, but he broke down in the waiting room while you were in surgery. I've never seen him like that before. He literally dropped to his knees and began screaming-crying. The orderlies had to inject him with some sleeping drug to get him to calm down and then they took him to a separate room."
"But from what I can tell, a shard of some foreign object seems to have somehow lodged itself in your body. It was harmful somehow, and they had to remove it. That's really all I know." She finished.
You rose up upon your elbows, eyebrows raised in surprise and concern. "Shota had a break down? Tell me more."
She sighed. "I was waiting with the brat for you to get out of surgery. Shota came running in, mumbling gibberish. A doctor told him what happened and his eyes... they went all dazey and slid out of focus. His mouth literally dropped open. He put his hands up into his head and made fists and squeezed bunches of his black hair. His eyes slowly widened, and he looked... Y/n, he looked clinically insane. He fell to his knees, put his forehead to the floor, and then raised his head a bit. Then he looked up at the ceiling, and screamed. I've never heard a sound like that ever before in my life. He screamed and screamed and sobbed and started to punch the floor, and his wrists started to bleed through his sleeves...."
"No way Shota... no way..."
She nodded, a sad look on her face. "Haven't seen him since. I think maybe he... well, I shouldn't say it in front of a kid."
Bakugo suddenly came in. His hair was messy and all over his head and face.
When he saw you were awake and propped up on your elbows, he raced at you, picked you up in his arms, and held you against his shoulder.
"Don't you ever scare me like that again," he hissed in your ear. "Don't you ever."
You nodded, putting your arms around him and closing your eyes, breathing in his scent and already feeling sleepy just from how comforting he was.
decently long ig
im sooo tired i was up at 4am this morning and its 11:06pm i jst wanna SLEEP
