(I want to write a fanfic that fits with the fan art. Nothing perverted. Just that Oboro had money problems once and donated sperms as a teenager. Would someone read that? Write a comment what you think. Thanks for the comments. I am really happy and reading every comment)
Izuku POV
Me: The injuries weren't that bad.
Recovery Girl: Scratches, bumps, a broken leg, and three broken ribs.
Me: As I said, not that bad.
After Eraserhead pushed me to the ground when I tried to knock him out, Recovery Girl and Midnight rushed over.
Eraserhead has eagle eyes as he looked at me.
I bit my lip as I wrote my "plans." Of course, I don't really plan these plans. I just want to distract the others from my actual plan. I just need a plan. So I sketched simple ideas on the paper. For example, drinking bleach. Not the best idea, I admit. Midnight kept an eye on me while Recovery Girl took care of the people I had knocked out.
Eventually, I started feeling dizzy, and I saw a purple mist. Now it made sense why Midnight was here, I thought, before my head hit the table.
Midnight's POV
I went to the boy and tried to take the paper from his hand. Keyword: tried. He held it so tightly that I couldn't take it from him. It was as if the paper were his most special treasure, and I was the plunderer trying to steal it. A strange situation seeing him so peaceful considering he had just tried to defeat Shota. The boy isn't the strongest. Yet he's clever.
I pulled on the paper while he slept, but he didn't let go. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and said.
Broccoli: I'll break every single one of your bones if you touch me again.
He's still asleep and speaking in his sleep. This boy is really dangerous... to himself. He doesn't let go of my hand and doesn't hurt it. Slowly, he starts pulling my hand towards him, embracing it. A small smile forms on his lips.
Recovery Girl: Is he hurting you?
Me: No, but I can't pull my hand away. What should I do?
Zashi: Get comfortable.
Me: Be glad I can't move right now.
Broccoli: A word and you're dead.
Me: ...
Zashi: Hahahahahahahahahaha
Broccoli: Damn hippy.
Hitoshi: Pffff-
The kid was still sleeping, and I tried to move him to the couch. But the sleeping kid wasn't having it. Maybe because I dropped him. He was still holding my hand when he fell and bit it.
Shota: Deserved. You dropped him.
Broccoli: I wish you dropped me from higher.
Me: Is he really still asleep?
Recovery Girl: I think you have knocked him out?
Me: Creepy.
Shota: Do you mean his constant attempts to end himself or his sleeptalking?
Recovery Girl: Look at his plans. He doesn't want to sleep to avoid losing energy.
Shota: Looks like you'll have to visit more often.
Me: I don't even know if I can manage to leave.
I gesture to my hand, which is still being held tightly.
Recovery Girl: He has a few allergies he wants to use to end himself.
Shota: Sigh.
Recovery Girl: And he wants to drink bleach.
Shota: Sigh.
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