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18

Izuku awoke to the sound of steady beeping and a throbbing pain inside his head. He opened his eyes blearily, only to close them again, wincing at the bright light.

“Deku?”

Izuku squinted as his eyes adjusted, and when he turned, he found Katsuki sitting at his bedside, looking pale and tired. “Kacchan,” He said, voice hoarse. He propped himself up on his elbows, and eased into an upright position. “What happened…?”

Katsuki barked a mirthless laugh. “Fuck, nerd. I mean…” He raked a hand through his hair. “You tell me. The nurses assumed there was another attack… Should’ve seen their faces when I told ‘em you just fuckin’ woke up like that. Which reminds me—” He reached over and pressed a button on the wall, presumably to alert them that he was awake.

Izuku’s brows pinched together. “Woke up like what…?”

“You don’t remember?” He raised an eyebrow, and then his eyes drifted downward. Izuku tracked the trajectory of his gaze until he settled on his right hand, which was currently fitted with a thin black fingerless glove. Izuku reached out to remove it. Katsuki grabbed his wrist before he could.

Just then, the doctor came in. “Ah, Mr. Midoriya.” She said. “Glad to see you awake.”

“Yeah, umm.” He glanced down at his hand. “What happened, exactly…?”

“Ah.” She nodded, grabbing a pair of vinyl gloves from a wall-mounted box and slipping them on before turning toward him again. “Now, I must warn you to refrain from touching it, alright?”

He nodded in agreement, and she proceeded to carefully remove the glove.

His jaw dropped.

Because there, on his hand, was what appeared to be a scar of some kind—but it was no normal scar. Snaking around from front to back were multiple vein-like impressions in his skin, more similar to a chemical burn than any sort of actual cut.

But the most alarming part was the color.

White, like fresh snow.

The memory of his dream came rushing back then, just as the doctor slid the glove back on. “We aren’t sure if touching it could be dangerous, but we figured it was a reasonable concern, given the nature of the injury.” She peeled her own gloves off and discarded them. “How are you feeling otherwise?”

“I’m… okay.” He replied. “Just a bit of a headache, but…” He trailed off, eyes still fixated on his hand.

“Well, we can give you something for that headache, if you’d like. Though I will say, considering what you’ve been through, that being your only symptom is pretty incredible.”

“…I see.”

After a moment, the doctor sighed, pulling out a rolling chair and sitting down. “Mr. Midoriya… I’m not sure how, but it seems you’ve been exposed to a heavy dose of—“

“—Divine light?” Izuku finished, looking up to meet the doctor’s eyes.

“…Correct.” She said. “The technical term is angelic radiation, but yes—divine light.”

Izuku returned his gaze to his hand, blinking slowly, trying to process it.

The doctor cleared her throat. “Do you have any idea how this could’ve happened?”

“I… Yes.” Izuku hesitated for a moment before he began speaking again, doing his best to recall the details of his dream. Both Katsuki and the doctor’s incredulity at the situation only seemed to increase in light of it.