Todobaku Oneshots.

My One And Only

12 hours. 12 fucking hours

Half a day, Shoto spent fighting a supervillain that goes by the self proclaimed name Chain Smoker. A long and excruciating process that left Shoto half dead and sitting in the middle of the ruined city.

This, Shoto thought, had to be his most brutal and skilled opponent since the war. His body ached, his quirk stiffened for the first time since highschool, his body was broken and bleeding all over.

He was in so much pain it was almost numb, he groaned as he struggled to inhale and exhale properly, or even process his win. His brain was a mess, just as much as his body was if not more. While fighting, there was only one thing on Shoto's mind.

'I have to win, so I can see Katsuki when he returns.' The thought that had been on his mind since the villian landed his first damaging blow came back to him in an instant.

Katsuki.

His Katsuki, his first love, his highschool sweetheart, his dangerously gorgeous hot head. He was out of town for a mission, it felt like he'd been gone for months though it'd only been about three weeks.

Shoto might have just won the most dangerous fight of his career but the hardest part was not having his partner beside him for support, for him to lean on.

It was a rather empty and quiet day in the streets. Shoto had went on patrol sorely out of boredom and just so happen to get stuck taking the villain on due to being in the right place at the right time.

The fight was to active for any other heroes to interfere; even though they're were none around to do so anyways. The local news caught any of the abattle obtainable by the naked eye on live television, streaming it to Japan as well as other countries.

The commotion from the battle kept medical attention from getting to close or even allowing lower rank heroes who were available to intervene. Which for Shoto meant he had to deal with the problem all on his own.

This also meant that chain smoker was considerate and discreet with the arrangement of they're attack. They must've planned it for months and calculated everything to the T. A skilled opponent indeed.

Despite this, Shoto managed to win. He managed to survive this long; and claim victory as his own. Now if he could only get his fucking breathing under control.

Ragged, dragging, uneven. It just won't fan out.  God it's so irritating. Shoto thinks he's got a few broken lungs, a few broken fingers too, probably a generous amount of fractures as well.

It hurts. For Christ's sake it hurts. Shoto's in so much pain. He's cold too, and for the love of all might he can't fucking breath. He feels light headed. He feels like he's about to puke, die and fall into a coma all at the same time.

It's quiet.
But then..
..in the distance, he can make out a faint sound. It was familiar; loud and scary yet comforting. If Shoto's tattered brain had to identify it based on how it made it feel; he'd say it was

Katsuki.

Well not Katsuki himself, Katsuki's explosions. And they seemed to be drawing closer. Oh thank god, the love of his life, who had been out of town on a mission, had returned.

Shoto attempted to get up and follow the sound, but was stopped by the feeling of his body giving out. He groaned in pain, falling to his knees in the dirt of the city.

Before his body hit the ground, something caught him and sat him back up right. Or rather, someone.

"Hey, relax, you reckless bastard." A familiar voice rang into Shoto's probably bleeding ears. "It's over, you won." The voice added.

Shoto's existence was suddenly given meaning again, his ragged and uneven breathing slowing back down and allowing his blood stream to circulate once again. Reminding Shoto just how many wounds he really did have.

"Katsuki." Shoto whispered through broken bones and sore tissue. "Yeah, Sho. It's me. You won. I'm proud of you. Where gonna get you some help. Relax." He said as Shoto's forehead fell onto his shoulder.

Thank god, he's back. His Katsuki is back. Now it really felt like a victory. An incredible performance really, but now it's over. The drip finally stops. That 12 hours seemed worth it when it was revealed that it lead up to this. And with that, Shoto fell unconscious.

Katsuki caught his body, sitting on the ground and laying his head in his lap. A breath of relief escaping him when he realized his husband was still alive and had a fighting pulse. God fucking help them.

He wiped dirt and blood off Shoto's face as he sat on the ground atop his knees, waiting for the medical team to catch up.

"Good job Sho, you did it." He heard a low, steady voice announce, even through conscious less sleep. The sound ringing through his heart like a lullaby, and a feeling of accomplishment swelling in his aching chest. Probably as well as internal bleeding.
"My hero." Katsuki said with a chuckle. Shoto wanted to laugh too, but he was half dead and unable to respond,

"Hang in there, here comes the team." His husband assured. "Everything's gonna be alright."