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YOU DID YOUR best. You trained as hard as you can from dusk till dawn, and even went as far as sneaking out of the house during the early hours of the morning with Deku just to talk about what strategy you should use. You tried so hard, and gave everything you had as you held onto your biggest goal in life: to be a hero.
But... it still wasn't enough.
The fight between you and Bakugou was especially hard to watch. You couldn't even get near him with his long ranged Quirk, and was repeatedly sent flying in the air, only to stand back up and try once more. Many thought it was foolish of you - even some of your classmates told you to just give up because you were getting nowhere and was just inflicting damage to yourself. You didn't listen. You knew better.
For a short while, you had the upper hand. You outsmarted him by seizing an opening after a careless mistake made by the hot-headed lad, and for once, felt a strong rush of confidence that you had a chance to win.
Of course Bakugou was surprised, and instantly knew where you took that chance. With his remarkable skills, he overpowered yours with no sweat; it was easy to turn the tables once more and end the match right then and there. He simply thought it was getting long and boring for his taste.
You couldn't remember what he did to end the fight, but whatever it was took only one shot for you to finally collapse onto the broken floor. After that, everything slowly faded to black.
***
A certain, anxious, green-haired lad made his way down one of the hallways leading to the infirmary, which is where you're most likely at. It's been a few moments after the last match and Cementoss was already starting to repair the damage, so Recovery Girl should've done the job by now. Deku just needed to make sure you were doing well.
Most of the inflicted wounds on your body has pretty much healed thanks to Recovery Girl, but it took a lot of stamina to do so, leaving you so drowsy you couldn't even bother to sit down.
You wanted to get up and watch Deku with his match, but your body felt otherwise. Your eyelids were tugging itself down with desperate need. Sleep appealed so much to your brain as you haven't had a full eight hours of snooze in nearly two weeks.
"HAAA?!" Recovery Girl cried as she eyed you in disbelief behind her wrinkly eyelids. "You can't watch Midoriya's match after doing this to yourself. Go get some rest, (Y/N)," — was the old lady's reply after you asked to be excused.
Ahh, finally, you thought to yourself. A long, long, sleep. You might as well hibernate due to how tired you felt. You were mere seconds away from that pure, relieving bliss, when—
"E-Excuse me, is (Y/N) here?"
Recovery Girl let out a sigh and pointed towards your bed. "She's over there. Make it quick though, the girl's dead tired."
"Thank you, Recovery Girl," replied Deku quietly. It took him a few seconds of hesitation before walking towards where you were. What if you were sleeping? Then again, he was just going to check how you were doing. It should be fast enough.
***
[ third person ]
Midoriya froze at the sight of (Y/N). He thought the girl's physical state would look ghastly, or perhaps disturbing enough to be even viewed by his innocent eyes. But much to his surprise, not a single bruise was left on her skin. It was almost as if she'd been sleeping the whole time.
The green-haired lad sat on one of the chairs next to the girl's bed and kept silent. (Y/N) was sleeping, and it'd be bad if he were to disturb her once more. He'd been with her a lot of times before the sports week, so much that it slowly dawned on him that she'd been neglecting her health just for the upcoming event. It's about time she gets the rest she deserved after all her hard work.
"You did well, (Y/N)-san," Deku said in a low voice. A sad smile curved his lips, followed by a chuckle. "In fact, you did a little too well. Look at what you've done to yourself..."
"Ahem," Recovery Girl peeked behind the white drapes. She pointed towards the infirmary's door.
"You're up next, kid."
With that, the aspiring hero stood up from his chair, and found himself staring at your face once more. You looking so peaceful and getting the right treatment after working so hard brought a wave of determination to himself for his next battle. He figured he'd fight as best as he can for your sake and his mother's.
Leaning closer to your face, his lips planted a soft kiss on your forehead. It didn't matter that Recovery Girl was there to see the act, his heart held too much that it almost felt like it was going to pop, and that was the least he could do to calm his overwhelming feelings. Either way, it was his (and of course the old lady's) little secret.
"I'll do my best, (Y/N)-san, I promise."
And just like that, Izuku Midoriya held his head high, and with another reason to fight with everything he has, grabbed onto his dreams just a little more tighter.
[ a/n ; alright wow
so now i'm doing sum bnha oneshots. if there r some ppl who want oneshots with bnha characters feel free to tell this hoe wherever u want
p.s. this is lowkey cute asf ]
