𝔸 𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕖 💥𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝔻𝕖𝕜𝕦💥

Foreign & Unfamiliar

Just a reminder this story is going to be a MHA slowburn 🥰

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Chapter 7

The following morning rolled around, and Katsuki found himself sitting tight, waiting for Recovery Girl to start patching him up. While he patiently sat there, he spotted a note on his breakfast tray. Aizawa had left a message, updating him on Izuku's surgery completion at 2:45 AM. Recovery had been smooth so far, which was supposed to be a good sign. However, further down the note, it was mentioned that Izuku had yet to awaken. which, of course, irritated the hell out of Katsuki.

Soon enough, Recovery Girl arrived and dedicated roughly an hour to working on Katsuki's injuries. When she finished, she handed him a candy bar. Then she explained that he would have some scarring due to the severity of the injury. Tomorrow, they'd give his arm a once-over, and if all was well, the cast could be removed.

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Katsuki couldn't help but let out a burning question that had been itching at him. "Why don't they have you heal Deku?" he blurted out, curiosity clawing inside him.

Recovery Girl chuckled softly, her soothing voice filling the room. "Deku... oh, you mean Izuku Midoriya. Sweetie, his body is too fragile in his current state. Any significant alterations to his body might send him into shock," she explained, her voice carrying a glimmer of hope. "He's a strong one, that boy. I've treated him numerous times before. I believe he will bounce back eventually."

Figures

After Recovery Girl left, the rest of the afternoon was a blur of medication discussions and bandage protocols with the doctors, while Katsuki's parents completed discharge paperwork. Gradually, feeling well enough to stand, the nurses removed the various medical lines attached to his body, granting him the freedom to stretch and move. His parents had brought him a pair of jeans and a black tank top, carefully changing into them as his sore ribs protested with every movement. He felt sluggish and achy, a side effect to be expected after his ordeal. His muscles were itching for a workout, but the one thing that lingered in his mind was the burning desire to see a certain green-haired idiot. Katsuki paged his nurse, seeking more information about Izuku's room. To his annoyance, she explained that he would need clearance before being allowed to visit him.

"HUH?! I was the one who brought his stupid ass to the hospital. How the hell do I not have clearance?" he demanded.

"Um, let me speak to one of the supervisors, okay?" the nurse responded kindly, trying to diffuse the situation.

Katsuki clicked his tongue in distaste, his impatience evident as he plopped down on the seat, awaiting her return. His eyes scanned over the pile of get-well cards, haphazardly arranged on the ledge, threatening to topple over. He rolled his eyes, dismissing the sentimentality.

As if I need that shit.

Within a mere five minutes, the nurse returned and gestured for him to follow. Katsuki was led to a more secure section of the hospital, pressing the button for the elevator as they made their way upstairs. "We are heading to the ICU upstairs. Your friend will be in room 425," she explained, her voice calm and professional.

"He's not a friend of mine," Katsuki retorted, his hand nonchalantly sliding into his pockets. Her perplexed look didn't provoke any further explanation from him, and they continued in silence.

The elevator doors opened, and the nurse escorted him to room 425. Two police officers were posted outside his room, and another was down the hall.

"Here you are, sir," the nurse said, bowing slightly before taking her leave.