My Hero Academia One Shots ~Males x Reader~

Midoriya x Reader Traumatophobia pt. 3

Here's the final part, next up is Bakugo which I will post today to make up for the lack of content recently!

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The door slammed open with an ugly clang as it bashed against the wall,

"Y/n!" That knight in a sweat-stained bubblegum pink shirt and navy khakis you were lucky to call your boyfriend burst in sending your heart racing once again. He ran at you and immediately started undoing the straps,

"Holy shit y/n!"

"Hey Izu, I swear this isn't as bad as it," you saw your bone again and subsequently puked, "Okay maybe it is that bad." You began to hyperventilate, the sight of your leg in disarray and knives stuck in your body only made the bleeding worse. He got the straps undone and you fell into his arms and was careful not to touch the knives. He turned you around so that you lay in his arms with your face toward him. He carried you toward the flights of stairs. Silence was all there was for the climb the first and second flights of stairs when suddenly, a chill ran up and down your body, goosebumps erupting like mini volcanoes of coldness.

"Izu."

"Yeah Y/n?" He reached the third floor and kept climbing, only now with a renewed strength at your voice spurring him on.

"I'm cold and kinda sleepy." You notified him of your change in condition. While you hadn't done training at school yet on how to resist torture, you had done a special hero first aid course, and saying any change in one's condition was essential. His face curled into a horrified version of the grimace that had just resided there. Luckily, you felt like closing your eyes so you wouldn't have to look at it.

"No y/n! Stay awake, keep talking to me!" He shouted as he burst onto the main and fourth floor. He ran through the open doors and into the street where not only police stood, but your panting brother with Momo, Bakugo, Iida and Kirishima.

A chorus of distraught "Y/N!"'s filled your ears, shocking you awake from your trance

"What the hell did they do to you!" Shoto ran over to you but jumped aside as Izuku sprinted you to the ambulance that was on standby for injured officers or heroes.

"Hey Izuku." 250 feet away from the ambulance.

"Y/n hold on just a little longer!" 195 feet away.

"If I don't-" 120 feet away.

"No, don't say that Y/n!" 70 feet.

"No! Listen, if I don't make it, you have to know that I love you and that I cannot thank you enough for saving me!" 20 feet.

"I love you too Y/n, so much." He handed you to the responders who had a stretcher waiting for you with worry painting his face in the color of your blood. You smiled at the hurried EMT's and then felt your eyes roll into the blackness of the back of their sockets.

~time skip from Geoffrey Chaucer being a naughty boyo~

Tubes ran in and out of your mouth and nose. When your eyes fluttered upon, your windpipe sputtered for a breath and a sigh of relief came when your inhalation came without the heaviness of blood in your lungs. You wildly searched around for the source of discomfort on your face, and pulled out the tubes, cuing loud beeping which shocked you awake. You looked around for a doctor or something, the only things you could see were flowers, notes, and a melon all waiting for you supposedly. The beep of your heart monitor was a beat that you enjoyed, it was rhythmic, stable even. Remembering your wounds, you looked at your hands, to see they were bandaged. Your ankle that had been shattered was also only in a heavy wrapping. Recovery girl must've come in and done her handywork while you were out cold. Daring to look down at the collar of your shirt, you pulled it down slightly and only saw a pale ivory scar there.