Need You (ShinDeku)

Ch. 92 - Crinkle

A/N: Izuku this chapter: I miss my emotional support human but I can be strong so I'll suck it up until I can go back to him.

Trigger Warning: a big theme in this chapter is needles and it's somewhat graphic so beware.
Otherwise, Have fun reading!

Midoriya POV

The second problem manifested itself after we were called into one of the rooms—sparsely decorated but for dozens of degrees, certificates and awards framed on the walls—and were several minutes into the checkup. The middle aged doctor had been very professional and patient, and especially understanding of any hesitance I had. He had no problem letting Hizashi do most of the talking for me when he could, and always stated what he was going to do before doing it.

"Alright, everything looks good so far. All we have left is the blood test, so I'm gonna go get what I need and I'll be back in a few minutes. If you could remove your hoodie so you'll be prepared when I get back, that'd be great, then you both can go home and-" he directed his next words toward me, "we'll contact dad with the results in a few days," he explained, pointing towards Hizashi.

"Oh, I..." I stole a glance at Hizashi and his face looked so bright, so I bit my tongue. "Okay."

"Great, then I'll be just a few minutes." He stood from his spinny stool, heading to the door.

"Wait- uhm," I chewed my lip nervously. He fixed me with a patient, inquiring look, turning to fully face me again.

"Do I need to take my hoodie off?" Stupid, I should have worn something under it.

"If you'd prefer, you can just take one arm out and bunch it around your shoulder. We need to be able to take a sample without your sleeve getting in the way, or possibly falling down and jostling things. For safety, convenience and cleanliness." He explained.

I looked to Hizashi once again. He looked back quizzically, but it seemed like some sort of revelation hit him.

"Can we get a gown?" He asked the doctor.

The doctor stared back, for the first time since we had met him he seemed confused. "To cover your torso?"

They both looked at me for confirmation, and it seemed like Hizashi was asking 'did I get it right?' with his eyes.

I nodded once.

"I don't see why not." The doctor answered graciously, pulling open a drawer and handing me a plastic-encased blue paper gown from within it.

"I'll give you some time, and I'll knock before I come back in." We both nodded to each other, and he left the room.

Hizashi immediately turned his back to me so I started pulling off my hoodie. I shivered at the cold air of the blue and white office and listened to the paper crinkle under me as I shifted.

I pulled open the gown, sliding my arms through the holes and tying it in a crude knot in the back.

My arms were exposed and it was a bit cold, but I supposed the whole point was so that the doctor had access to one of my arms and it was better than having everything else—the worst of the damage—on display.

I think I felt worse thinking Hizashi would see my scars than the doctor who was practically a stranger. Of course it's stupid of me to even consider that he might abandon me just because he sees how messed up I am, but what if it takes away from how he sees me? What if there's disappointment, or pity, or he feels upset that he has such a needy, broken child? I won't give him any reason to wish for something better, or remind him that he took on a charity case.