mha sick fics (angst)

all for nothing. (dadzawa car wreck mega angst)

(request in which Izuku gets in a really bad car crash and massive angst ensues when he cannot be a hero anymore.)

"Alright problem child, I know you probably know this but part of your Driver's Ed course I have to say it. Remember always stop at red lights and slow down on yellow lights. Don't try to rush through them or run them, it can lead to accidents." Aizawa lectured, sitting in the driver's seat with Izuku in the passengers as they drove up to an intersection.

Izuku was finally getting his permit and driving for the first time next week, with Aizawa in the passengers seat of course.

But he hadn't had to drive anywhere in so long (after living on campus) he had requested that they go for a short drive to review the layout of the controls and see the roads again.

Izuku was happily taking notes in the passengers seat while Aizawa taught and drove through the intersection.

Such a simple activity, crossing a street. It's fairly safe, especially when you're the car crossing and your light is green, meaning you can go.

However, mid-intersection, a car to their right ran their light and ran head on into the passengers side of the car they'd been driving. A T-bone wreck.

Both cars were smashed to oblivion. Aizawa hadn't even seen the car coming, but now their car was skidded into the middle of the intersection and had tipped onto it's side, leaving Aizawa stuck against the ground door and Izuku hanging limply in his seatbelt above him.

The teacher's eyes were wide and his mouth sat slightly agape. His whole body was numb with shock and he couldn't even access if he was injured because of the sight of his student and the car mangled into him.

It's like Izuku and his door had been fused into one collage of sharp, bent in metal and flesh. Most notably in their fusion was the panel of the door slicing into his side, stuck into his stomach, and draining him of his blood. His shoulder was dislocated as his broken arm was pushed across his chest. His seatbelt was blending with his neck, cutting into it deeper than he thought fabric could withstand, leaving gooey blood dripping from it. His other wrist was mangled and bent in awkwardly, the notebook it had been holding now resting on the ground where Aizawa's door was.

Izuku had glass shoved into his face, large peices piercing under his eyes and highlighting his split lip. And not to mention his legs.

His body was contorted in ways it wasn't supposed to be. His upper body and lower body looked almost disconnected from his angle they were offset so severely.

The worst thing was how his eyes were slits. But not shut.

He was still awake.

"Midoriya?" Aizawa choked out, finally regaining his senses as the shock lessened a bit and adrenaline took over. He heard the sirens. He saw the other car through the broken windshield.

"Hurts." His student mumbled, a tears streaming down his cheek and mixing with blood before falling down to Aizawa, "h-hurts so m-much."

Somewhere he was leaking bright red blood, freshly oxygenated, signalling he had a cut somewhere that had broken an artery and if he didn't get that stopped soon he would bleed out.

"Oh- oh my god." Aizawa stuttered out as he really took in his student. He felt the urge to vomit at the gore.

He dragged his eyes away and accessed himself. His vision was spinning and he felt nauseous and he could hear ringing in his ears. He concluded he had a concussion of some sorts. He quickly realized by the moderate reality of his injuries compared to Izuku, who had taken nearly all the force of impact.