Bakugo sits and scrolls through his phone, and I decide I should probably look at some clothes. I have no idea what I might look good in, I've always worn the same thing, and never thought to change it.
"Hey, Bakugo?" I'm afraid to ask, scared he might be angry that I've disrupted him. To my surprise he just looks up at me calmly.
"Yeah?" His calm reply caught me off guard. His voice is still rough, but not as harsh as I'm used to.
"I've never worn anything outside of what I used to, and have no idea where to start, or what might look okay on me. Could you help?" He simply nods and walks over, sitting on the bed next to me, above my feeding tube. I have Amazon pulled up, but nothing in the search bar.
"Go to Google real quick." I do as he says, pulling up the search engine and handing him the phone. He types something in quickly and scrolls for a moment. "This." He hands me the phone back and the outfit looking back at me is surprising. Black distressed skinny jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and a black jean jacket with patches on it. "I think you should also get a hair cut. Keep the undercut you've got but change the top." He ruffles my hair a bit, changing it around. "Give it more of an intentionally messy look." I look up at him, surprised. "My parents are fashion designers." A light blush comes over his face, probably slightly embarrassed at his parent's profession.
"That's pretty cool." The more casual sentence feels a bit off to me, I've never spoken in such a casual way, but I like it.
"Yeah, it's kinda nice, always having the latest shit, but it's also a pain in the ass, they always keep dragging me into doing shoots for them, especially after the sports festival." I nod, understanding why. I bring Amazon up again and decide to look through the more 'grunge' outfits.
After a couple of hours, and Bakugo falling asleep on his bed, I've picked out a lot of clothes, shoes, socks, and underwear I'll need, along with a new backpack, some decorative pins I like, and some patches for the jean jacket I picked out. There's a knock at the door, catching me off guard.
"Hey, Iida. It's Aizawa and Mic." I hear the gruff voice of my teacher, and guardian.
"Oh, yeah, come in." Bakugo sits up on his bed, rubbing his eyes. His hair is partially flattened on one side and he actually looks cute having just woken up. I shake my head at the thought before our teachers walk in.
"So, Mic told you we'd be here to talk about what our guardianship over you means, right?" I nod, signalling that he did say that.
"Good. So, basically, your parents were arrested, kid. They're standing trial, but the date isn't set yet. You'll need to testify, of course." I nod, looking down at the bed. "As for our guardianship of you, we are basically your foster parents now. We'll take care of everything that a proper parent would, and if you decide, after some time, we can adopt you. That is entirely up to you, however. And our guardianship of you will not effect your placement in our classes, as we are not blood related." I nod in understanding.
"Now that we've got the basics out of the way on that, did you pick out any clothes to get?" I nod and hand the hero my phone, with the Amazon cart pulled up. He and Aizawa look through it, nodding every now and again. "That looks good to me little listener, for now at least. Once you're strong enough, and feel up to it, we'll take you to the mall to get more of a real wardrobe going, though it'll probably be mostly me, this one isn't very fashion forward!" Mic laughs, elbowing his husband in the shoulder, drawing a smile out of the stoic man. The machine hooked to my feeding tube starts to make a loud noise, and Bakugo gets up to look at it. I watch what he does and he curses.
"Is everything alright?" I look quizzically at the machine, not understanding a thing it says.
"Damn thing clogged. Your formula is extremely thick and high in fats and sugars to help you gain weight, so sometimes it can clog luckily the clog is before it connects to you, so I can just change the bag out, it's almost empty anyway." He reaches into a drawer under my bed and pulls out a bottle of something and a bag with tubing attached. He opens the bag and carefully expands it before pouring the liquid in, it's a funny beige color. He unclamps the line and squeezes the bag, getting all the air out of the tube. He steps closer and carefully unhooks me from the clogged line and grabs an alcohol pad. He scrubs down the connector on the line connected to me.
"It's time for your medications, and you're still not allowed to have anything solid, so it has to go through here." He gets out various vials of medication, some he carefully puts out of the light, some he just kind of sets down, and grabs various syringes. I glance at Aizawa and Mic, they seem to be watching him work in awe. He draws up the medications, carefully making sure they're the right dose, referencing a chart that Recovery Girl made for him, and grabs a bottled water and a very large syringe.
"In laymans terms, I'm going to slowly push the medication through the feeding tube, and when I'm done with the medications, I'll use this," He holds up the large syringe, "To draw up some of the bottled water to flush the medication through the tube completely, then I'll hook you back up to your feed." I nod in understanding, and my new guardians watch on. He carefully pushes each medication through and I swear I can taste them, and I must have made a face. "Yeah You can taste them, they're pretty gross, you'll get used to it, though." Bakugo chuckles. He pushes the water through before hooking me up to my bag and pump thing.
I yawn, not even realizing I was tired until now.
"Alright, kiddo, we'll let you get some rest. We'll come by with missed work tomorrow, but there's no pressure to complete it, you'll be exempt from all of it. If anything, it's just to keep your mind busy. Also, don't forget, you can get decorations for the room, bedding, anything you want, alright?" Present Mic smiles at me, and I find myself smiling back.
"Thank you, Present Mic." He nods before Aizawa opens the door, and the two leave. Bakugo flops down on his bed, bouncing a little bit and making a funny grunting noise that I can't help but chuckle at.
"The bed's hard, okay?" His tone is amused, and he turns, looking at me upside down from his position horizontal across his bed. I laugh harder seeing the way his hair falls and his face turns red as the blood rushes. To my surprise, and delight, he laughs too. I never knew Bakugo had this easy going side to him, I kinda like it.
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FanfictionTenya Iida, class rep, strict, some would even call him a kill-joy. He seems so well put together, so organized, so dependable. He's there when anyone, in his class or another, needs a shoulder to cry on. But who fixes the broken? Who heals the heal...
