The sterile scent of antiseptic combined with the soft whirrs of medical machinery filled the air around Midoriya's hospital room. The fluorescent lights above hummed quietly, casting a bright, artificial glow that contrasted with the dreariness of the situation. Midoriya sat up in the hospital bed, his hand resting protectively over his rounded belly. The doctor had assured him multiple times in soft, reassuring tones that the baby was doing perfectly fine; it was Bakugo they were worried about.
He closed his eyes, blocking out the sterile environment, and focused instead on the warmth of the little life growing inside him. It was the only calming thought he had in the tumultuous storm of concern and fear surrounding his husband's injury.
"Damn it, Bakugo," he muttered under his breath, frustration and worry flooding through him. His mind raced with the memories of the mission gone wrong: a villain who had turned the tables, exploiting every brief moment of distraction, and that split second when Bakugo had sprinted to protect him, taking a direct hit instead.
On cue, the door creaked open, revealing a tired-looking Bakugo in a hospital gown, his face pale and drawn. Midoriya's heart sank seeing the bruises and bandages that marred his husband's body; Bakugo's usually vibrant eyes were dulled with exhaustion, but even then, there was a flicker of determination.
"Hey," Bakugo grunted, trying to sound nonchalant, but the weariness in his voice betrayed him. "You okay?"
Midoriya shook his head, his heart aching. "You're the one who shouldn't be okay. You took a blast meant for me! What were you thinking?!"
"Wasn't gonna let that bastard touch you, Deku!" Bakugo shot back, but his voice lacked its usual fire. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his messy, spiky hair. "I can handle it."
With a mix of frustration and sympathy, Midoriya reached out, his fingers brushing over Bakugo's. The warmth of their connection sparked between them, a reassurance that there was still strength even in moments of vulnerability.
"I know you can," Midoriya said softly, his voice steady but tinged with worry. "But you shouldn't have to. I don't want you hurt. Not for me."
Bakugo's expression softened slightly, his eyes searching Midoriya's. "You're my priority," he replied, his voice low and sincere, but Midoriya could hear the slight tremor within it.
They navigated this incredibly precarious situation together. Bakugo shifted closer to the bed, wincing slightly as he did so, and Midoriya instinctively moved over, making room for him. Before long, Bakugo settled beside him, the warmth of his presence battling the chill of the hospital room.
For a moment, the world outside faded, replaced by the rhythm of their shared breaths. Midoriya found solace in the calming presence of his husband. It was strange feeling both scared and safe all at once. He looked down at the baby bump that seemed to grow larger by the day, thinking of their future with this new life. The weight of the world pressed heavily on him, yet there was comfort knowing they were in this together.
The doctor strode in, clipboard in hand and a reassuring smile painted onto her face. "Good afternoon, you two. How are we feeling?"
"Fine, I guess," Bakugo grumbled, but Midoriya could see the flicker of apprehension behind his eyes. The truth was a weight they were both to bear, but they did it for each other.
"I'm okay," Midoriya added, offering a warm smile to the doctor. "Is there any news on Bakugo's recovery?"
The doctor began to explain, but Midoriya's senses dulled as he focused almost solely on Bakugo and the growing worry in his gaze.
Every minute away from the battlefield felt like an eternity. Every bruise on Bakugo's body carried memories of that day—the frantic rush, the villain's laughter, the fear of losing the one he loved most. Midoriya couldn't shake that feeling of dread.
"I'm going to be fine, you know?" Bakugo interrupted his spiraling thoughts, a faint smirk attempting to settle on his lips. "I'm tougher than any of these guys. Just a stupid injury. I'll be back on the field in no time."
He exuded that reckless confidence Midoriya both adored and worried over. It had always been in Bakugo's nature to push through pain, but this was different. Midoriya knew how much he hated feeling vulnerable, and the last thing he wanted was for Bakugo to feel inadequate now that he was temporarily weakened.
Eager to shift the mood, Midoriya reached for Bakugo's free hand, squeezing it gently. "I believe in you," he said, trying to inject positivity into the moment. "And I'll be right here, supporting you every step of the way."
There was silence then, heavy and all-encompassing. Bakugo leaned closer, and Midoriya could see the way his brow softened, a flicker of appreciation shining through the fatigue.
"Don't you dare start getting all sappy on me, Izuku." Bakugo snorted, but Midoriya noticed the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"They're going to start charging me extra for all this emotional support," Bakugo added, his tone lightening. "You know how it is."
Swallowing down his emotions, Midoriya chuckled, glad for the return of their banter. "As if you couldn't pay for it in your sleep," he teased gently, elbowing Bakugo in playful retaliation.
"Whatever, nerd."
With that playful exchange, they settled into a comfortable silence, surrounded by the hum of machines and the distant echoes of hospital staff. Midoriya found himself leaning against Bakugo's shoulder, and their intertwined fingers felt like a lifeline—his own and the baby's, wrapped neatly in a cocoon of love and determination.
Days pushed forward into weeks, and as Bakugo began the slow recovery to health, they faced each new day with unwavering resolve. Despite the constant threat of fatigue and pain, their relationship thrived within the small hospital room, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by shared dreams of their future.
But with each passing day, as Bakugo pushed through the struggles, Midoriya couldn't shake the worry that hung over them. Life as heroes was unpredictably chaotic, and while they faced battles together, the most important one was just beginning: the battle of parenthood.
Hand in hand, they were ready to face whatever came next—together.
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Unexpected bonds
FanficThis story is based when class 1A are all 24 years old. Midoriya lost his quirk in the battle against shigaraki but Eri restored it to him with her quirk so midoriya became the number two hero, Bakugo became a hero and kept climbing the ranks. When...
