Atelphobia (Aizawa x trans (ftm) reader )

Chapter Twenty Six- Aftermath

A/n: this is unedited so there may be more grammar and spelling errors then normal.

Zashi's POV:

I jump out of the car barely taking the time to put it park. Running into the hospital, not even bothering with waiting on the elevator and taking the stairs instead up the the 4th floor ICU.

"I'm here for Shōta Aizawa and Y/n L/n. Where can I find them." My urgent tone catches the charge nurses attention.

"Room 418. Name and relation?"

"Hizashi Yamada I'm family. Thank you!" I shout as I hurriedly run to the room not waiting for a response. I'm frozen in the doorway at the scene before me.

Y/n sits slumped in a chair with his left arm wrapped in bandages. He has cuts and bruises all over his face and arms. His eyes are glassy and void of emotion as he stares at Shōta's face, remnants of tears dried on his cheeks. Shōta lies in the bed unconscious with a ventilator tube shoved down his throat. He has wires sticking out of everywhere monitoring his heartbeat and breathing, and I.V.s stick out of his arms feeding pain medication and saline into his bloodstream.

"How are you holding up?" I say softly, catching y/n's attention.

"Fine I guess. They say that he'll wake up in his own time, but other then that they don't know anything." Y/n sighs not even looking over at me.

"But what about you?"

"I'm fine. Just a couple of stitches and some ibuprofen." Walking over a kneel in front of him putting a gentle hand on his.

"That's not what I mean. You have carried around a mental load greater then anyone I've met. And then not only the news of your thought to be dead father still being alive and doing awful things but now the love of your life laying in a hospital bed."

"It's my fault he's laying there. I let my guard down and now I don't know if he's going to wake up or if he does if he's going to be the same." Y/n's e/c eyes start brimming with fresh tears as he finally looks away from Shōta and to me.

I wrap my arms around him in a secure hug he breaks down into gut wrenching sobs. We just sit there, me allowing y/n to cry on my shoulder as we wait. Eventually his sobs turn to sniffles and the sniffles fade to silence, leaving just the steady beep of the heart monitor to fill the silence.

Shōta's POV

The pain in my chest weakens as my vision starts to get fuzzy. Y/n is holding me, tears running down his face. His body heat give me a sense of warmth, as my own temperature drops the more blood I lose.

"I love you y/n. Do you ever forget that." My vision goes black as I feel that last bit of warmth leave my body. The last thing I hear is Y/n scream.

Flashback

Walking up to the conference room I see and unfamiliar man going to open the door.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before." I ask after clearing my throat to get his attention.

"Well, I'm Y/n L/n, I'm the new combat teacher for A rate hero course students." He points to the teachers badge on his breast pocket, before reaching his gloved hand out in greeting. I just stare in panic, not expecting an attractive man such as the one before me. When I don't take his offer for a hand shake he shrugs, turning around and opening the door before walking in without sparing me a second glance. I mentally kick myself for being so awkward, before following him in.