What is there to lose? -Doukaza in MHA

Douma?

I finally made a decent plot!

Sorry for all the random stuff, I know mha plot has barely even started

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Akaza- 1st person

No...

No
No No  No No No No No No No No

This can't be happing? Can it? Fuck I felt like screaming and crying and yelling and so much more. Douma's dead, and there is nothing I could do about it. Douma, the Douma that had been with me for around 9 months. Gone just like that. I felt my whole body shake, I felt the pain in my chest and I felt this overwhelming feeling of disbelief. Douma, Douma was stonger them me... Why did he have to die, why- why not me instead? Why him? What did he do? Why.

why why why why why

Tears pooled in my eyes as I cried on his chest, I couldn't live without this freak. Couldn't- Wouldn't- 

More tears fell, and it felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow and pain. My hands gripped his back and I pulled him close. A hug of sorts, his head laid limply on my shoulder as I cried and cried and cried. I felt numb and there was this aching pain, so much pain, too much.

Thu- Thump- 

Two simple heartbeats from Douma's chest, and honestly It could have been my imagination. But I heard it, I practically felt it. I loosened the hug, looking at his beat-up face. There were snowflakes forming on the wounds, small ice crystals flooding over covering them like a bandaid. They covered every bruise and cut, on his face smoothing out and turning into his skin. It looked almost fictional.

Thu- Thump-

Thu- Thump- 

With more slow heartbeats, Douma's left hand twitched and the blood slowly froze over from where it was gushing out on his chest. I felt more warm tears fall down my cheeks and onto Douma. Ice covered them and disappeared into the air like magic itself. Douma groaned leaning his head on my chest, his eyes slowly opening before they fell close again. I probably looked like a dead fish by how I stared at Douma. My mouth agape and teary bloodshot eyes, with dirt and dried blood all over me. 

"Douma?" I shake him, he seemed to wake up from that. Rainbow eyes I thought I would never see again opening. I felt like a baby as more uncontrollable tears fell, hugging Douma like he would fade away in my arms. He seemed like he was in a daze because he let me cry, wrapping his arms around me, a comfort I wish lasted forever.

I don't remember much after that, I probably ended up passing out. I remember being carried and the sirens of an ambulance. A lot of people over me and the beeping of machines. I remember Douma's warm rainbow eyes watching over me like a guardian angel. I also remember the dark, the calm, the nothing, and that sweet voice in my head telling me to rest. So I did, and I don't regret it. 

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Akaza- 1st person (Sorry but Akaza is just really fun to write)

I wake up to the sound of beeping, slow beeps, and normal beeps both in some sort of pattern. I also hear peaceful breathing, calm even breaths. I then felt small bits of movement, two cold claw-like hands rubbing on my body, one on my thigh, and one on my back. Rubbing small calming circles, at first I felt disgusted that someone would touch me like that, but then I figured it was probably Douma. I could hear his heartbeat, which was strangely in rhythm with one of the beeping sounds. I could also smell him, the gasoline smell lingered but I could still smell that lotus flower perfume he had bought a week ago and the fresh smell of snow that was always on him.

I open my eyes to come face to face with Douma, who was staring at me with a bored look on his face. Soon as he caught me awake his expression changed into one of happiness. I lay on his chest, a thin hospital blanket covering both of us up to our stomachs. One of my legs lay tangled with Doumas other two and the other bent to my chest, where my thigh was close enough for him to touch. Pervert I thought. My arms lay tucked in the sides of my chest and my was back exposed in whatever the hell they changed me into. Now that I think about it this room was freezing, and Douma was not helping on that case. I sit up, exposing my lower back to the cold chemical-smelling room. I was wearing a paper hospital gown, that showed my whole back and barely went past my thighs. I felt blush creep up on my face, and by the way, Douma was looking at me he found it quite funny. Idiot.

"What- what happened?" I asked looking at Douma, my voice dry from using it too much. Douma took that chance to sit up, wrapping his legs around my lower waist like the pervert he is. 

"You had passed out from using too much energy after you cried on me for around an hour." He said in a plain emotionless voice. I blink. Not in my whole 100 and something years of living have I heard Douma speak like that towards me. Douma must have seen my shocked face because he gave back a small smile.  

"They gave me a small quirk enhancement drug so I wouldn't die. So the emotionless feeling is enhanced as well." He says a small smile still on his face. There was a little bit of sadness seeping through his voice as he looked at me. I felt a little better at that, at least Douma wouldn't do anything weird while I'm in this dress. I was going to ask another question but someone else had beat me to it. A nurse around the age of 30 opened the door, a clipboard in hand. 

"Hello I- What are you doing!?" She says staring at both of us with wide eyes. I finally realized how gay our position looked. I was straddling Douma's waist and his hands lay loosely around mine. Blush crept on my face again and I pushed Douma's face away from mine. I brought one of my legs over to the other and scooted away from Douma. 

"We were just talking" Douma had said emotionlessly, blankly looking at the nurse. She sighed, Condensation coming out of her mouth like smoke. Then I finally noticed how cold it was in here. I wrapped the thin blanket around me but it practically did nothing. I could see the nurse shivering and there was ice forming in the cracks of the wall spreading to the roof and floor. It gave me flashbacks to Frozen when Elsa's powers got out of hand. Yet this was controlled...

I look over to Douma, who was glaring at the nurse, his hands forming into tight fists. Did I mention how possessive Douma could get sometimes? 

"Douma" I gave my best glare as I wrapped the blanket around my head. "Stop freezing the room, I'm turning into an ice cube," I say, and that seemed to do the trick because the room slowly got warmer and the frost disappeared. Douma is scary when he is serious, tones of power and no mercy was a scary combo. You would be glad to ever survive the experience, I know I was. 

 "Anyways," The nurse coughs to get our attention "two people wanna talk to you," she says sitting down on another bed, which I realized was mine before Douma moved me. 

Two people walk into the room, one guy with black hair and black eyes with a detective's coat on and All Might.

Wait- ALL MIGHT!?

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Is it just me or does this chapter seem really slow?

Also, I don't know if I stated this or not in the story but Douma is rich. He still has all his money from the cult, but Akaza is poor. L

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't know what to talk about 

any questions? 

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