STRINGS // KATSUKI BAKUGO [2]

Chapter 66 // Failing

After heading to the cemetery and dropping off flowers at your mother's grave, you and Aizawa headed home as day was beginning to fade into night.

"What do you want for dinner?" Aizawa asked as the two of you stepped through the front door.

"Don't know," you shrugged. You were never that hungry anymore. "Don't care."

You saw Aizawa frown out of the corner of your eye. but you didn't have the energy to comfort him. You wanted to go to sleep, forget the day again.

"I'm not going to force you to eat," he said. "I know you don't feel like stomaching anything, but you need to eat to keep your health as strong as possible. Even if you only eat a little, you're still eating."

You knew he was right. He always seemed to be right, especially when it came to arguing with you.

"Avocado toast," you finally settled on, "with beans."

Aizawa managed a small smile at your reluctant willingness before heading into the kitchen to make your food.

You walked over to the living room couch and laid down, trying to make yourself comfortable as you waited for your meal.

Your rest was soon interrupted by an overwhelming heat that settled over your entire body.

You sat up, running your hands over your arms, but you felt no sweat, no sign of being overheated, yet you felt like the sun was hanging directly over you.

You stood, your body swaying, but you thought nothing of it. You often lost your balance.

You stumbled your way over to the kitchen, grasping the entranceway frame as your eyes searched for Aizawa.

He was stood at the counter, but your buzzing eyes and blurring vision presented two of him in your line of sight.

"Aiz..." you tried to get his attention, but your voice fell short. "Ai....wa."

The man failed to turn, not being able to hear your call with how quiet your words were coming out.

"Dad."

Aizawa spun around, the weak urgency in your voice immediately sending him into a frenzied panic.

"I...don't feel good," you stated, coughing as you continued to lean on the entranceway frame, "hot."

He abandoned the task at hand and rushed over to you without question, and you went to step forward, but your body failed. Thankfully, Aizawa was quick enough to catch you and lower your compromised body to the floor.

"You're freezing," he said after his palm had settled on your forehead.

"Really?" you questioned weakly. "I feel hot, really hot."

Were your nerves finally shutting down completely? Was your body finally failing you completely? Were you going to die within the next few minutes?

"Hey, don't close your eyes," Aizawa stated sternly, and you hadn't even realized you were beginning to do so until he said something.

"'m tried," you slurred, trying desperately to keep your eyes open, but the simple task was becoming difficult.

Your entire body felt heavy, like a boulder had been placed on top of you, pushing you beneath a pool of water.

The last thing you remembered was Aizawa scooping you off the kitchen floor before you blacked out with seconds of being lifted.

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You were so sick and tired of waking up in hospitals. You couldn't remember much these days, but you sure as hell knew the smell of a hospital room without even needing to open your eyes.

"[Y/N]?"

You peeled open your eyes, coming face to face with Aizawa, who was hovering over your body, a concerned expression plastered on his face.

You only had one thought on your mind as you realized you were very close to dying in the bed you were currently laying in. The oxygen mask covering the bottom half of your face surely wasn't a sign pointing in the right direction.

"M...idoriya," you croaked out, "...I need...to see him."

Your voice was raspy, dehydrated. You didn't sound like you. You sounded like what a corpse would speak like if one could talk.

"[Y/N]," Aizawa began, brows furrowed in phantom pain as he stared down at your forsaken form, "you've been asleep for days. The plan is taking effect in a couple hours."

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

"You...you promised me," you stated hoarsely, pushing past his hands, which were trying to keep you on your back. "You all promised me. I'm not dying like this. I'm dying out there," you pulled the oxygen mask off of your face.

"Stop."

The hardened tone of his voice that boomed throughout the room caused you to halt as he set a hand on your far leg.

"[Y/N], your nerves are dying, starting from your quirk genes," he stated, voice cracking, and you looked at the hand of his pressed against your shin, which you only then realized you couldn't feel the pressure of. "You can't walk anymore."

You couldn't walk.

Your nerves were dying within hours. It wouldn't be long before your brain, your heart, gave out...

...which is why you needed Midoriya to transfer One For All to you immediately.

"I am not giving up in this bed," you gritted out, reluctantly throwing a glare toward the man. "Get Midoriya."

Another pained expression etched its way onto his face, and you absolutely hated that you were the cause of it.

"Lay down," he instructed. You did so.

He didn't want to see you die out there, in a pile of your own blood, in a pile of rubble, but it'd hurt him more to have you die hating him, so he did as you asked.

He left, going to fetch Midoriya as you had ordered without saying another word. You just hoped he'd made it back before the rest of your body decided to stay down for good.

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