Phantoms of Choice (TodoDeku)

Space Buns

Hello and welcome to the forty-third chapter!

(Femtanyl has had me in a chokehold for a week straight)

Enjoy!!!

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Zen's POV:

An involuntary groan slips from my lips as I stir, my head pounding like I'm on my deathbed. I try to move more, but something keeps me sitting down against the wall by putting pressure on my shoulders.

Hayato: Zen? Oh God, you're awake... Don't sit up yet, I don't know if it's safe. You okay?

I open my eyes slowly, squinting just a bit at the room's light. But the light is dim and I adjust quickly; it's a large concrete-floored room of some kind, baskets of hospital laundry strewn about, and some shelves of cleaning supplies.

Another throb of pain passes through me, my hand unconsciously going up to my forehead, but Hayato gently pushes my hand down.

Hayato: Don't touch it...

Me: Touch what...? Not safe? What are you-

Hayato: Some stupid hero busted in and thought you were a villain so they rendered you unconscious in a... Less than polite way.

My hand moves up to my forehead again, and although Hayato winces, he doesn't stop me. I gently press two fingers to my forehead, my fingers immediately coming back a little bloody.

Me: What is... Where are we!? What happened to-

Hayato: Calm down Zen, Izuku's fine. The hero gave you a bit of a concussion. It doesn't look or seem that bad, I just can't be totally sure. The other people we met up with are going through some kind of plan to help Izuku, and somebody needed to stay behind to make sure you're okay. We'll march right upstairs to the actual hospital when this is all done, okay?

I sigh softly with a small nod and Hayato relaxes, silence settling for a moment before Hayato's hand is resting on top of mine, an odd look in his eyes.

Hayato: I'm glad you're okay.

I resist the urge to groan, looking away. He couldn't be more obvious- he'd never gotten better at hiding his feelings even after high school.

Me: I... Yeah, me too...

Hayato: I can pay the hospital bill if you want. I really care about you and I-

Nope, too much.

I close my eyes.

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An involuntary groan slips from my lips as I stir, my head pounding like I'm on my deathbed. I try to move more, but something keeps me sitting down against the wall by putting pressure on my shoulders.

Hayato: Zen? Oh God, you're awake... Don't sit up yet, I don't know if it's safe. You okay?

I open my eyes slowly, squinting just a bit at the room's light. But the light is dim and I adjust quickly; it's a large concrete-floored room of some kind, baskets of hospital laundry strewn about, and some shelves of cleaning supplies.

Another throb of pain passes through me that I pointedly ignore, folding my arms in a feigned natural manner.

No way in hell I'll take a chance of that happening again.

Me: Fine, I guess.

Hayato: I'm glad...  Some stupid hero busted in and thought you were a villain so they rendered you unconscious in a... Less than polite way. You probably have a concussion. The other people we met up with are going through some kind of plan to help Izuku, and somebody needed to stay behind to make sure you're okay. We'll march right upstairs to the actual hospital when this is all done, okay?