Assistant (Shota Aizawa x oc)

Hospital

I feel terrible. Not just physically but emotionally. The hospital had called my father, and of course when I woke up they called him again. While on the phone with the doctor he played the part of worried father so well. I could just hear the fake words and tone: "My daughter is awake? What a relief...can I please talk to her?"

But the words he used while on the phone with me was completely different. Cold, unfeeling, and disappointed.

You've always been useless. So this isn't a surprise to me. You didn't die, so good job there I guess.  He chuckled picking his words just right, I still have all of our special training rooms ready. Seems you need to be punished again.

The memory of being held underwater rippled through my memory. The feeling of my fathers disgusting hands in my once long hair pulling on it to rip my head up out of the water, just to call how long I can hold my breath pathetic. Then pushing my head back under before I could even take a proper breath again.

Useless...I really am aren't I?

My eyes well with tears and I sigh letting out my shaky breath. 

Don't cry...don't cry...

Before I could even completely settle myself a nurse burst into my room quickly her arms waving around as she tried to gather her composure, most people get nervous around powerful families so I understand.

"Mizusawa-san, Aizawa Shouta is awake. You wanted me to tell you as soon as he-" she must have noticed my tears, "D-do you need more pain killers? Is everything alright?"

I shake my head, "No I'm alright. Just overwhelmed."

I sit up pulling my heart monitor off my finger standing up, the nurse shrieks and scrambles to get a rolling poll for my IV. She attaches it quickly, and I sigh at her, "Please don't freak out so much. I'm not going to yell at you."

She nods a bit embarrassed, before following me to show me Shouta's room. Which, really isn't necessary at this point. I walk into the room thanking her and asking her to leave before closing the door. I walk over to his bed wheeling the poll with my right arm, my left arm still casted. Recovery girl healed a few of my injuries. But not too many due to me being knocked out. The ribs on my right side were healed, along with my arm. But on the left my arm was broken in three places, along with every rib on my left side being broken. It hurt like hell to breathe, let alone move but I needed to see him.

His heart beat is strong and he's still wrapped up in bandages all over and his arms are casted. Recovery girl couldn't heal him due to how much energy he used. Soon, when he is more awake and has more strength back he will be able to be healed by her. It might be a while though.

"Shouta..." I breathe out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. He looks at me probably more expecting a nurse or another doctor to come in and talk to him about his injuries.

His eyes soften a little and that's about all I can see, "Kohaku..."

His voice is raspy, so hoarse it sounds like it's crackling in his throat. I cringe at the sound, shaking my head I reach my hand out to very gently stroke his hair.

"Don't talk. Conserve your energy."

I can't help but tear up as I look at him, I feel so bad. If I was just a little faster, if I was just better, If I wasn't so
Useless.
My father's voice rings through my head again and I feel a white hot wave of guilt rush through my entire being as I can't help but start crying.

"I'm so sorry. If I was just better....If I wasn't so useless this probably wouldn't have happened."

Now I'm crying and sobbing like a bumbling and I can't stop myself. Repeating how sorry I am over and over again as my fingers get tangles in his hair. I can feel things shaking a little. No, I can't cause an earthquake over this. I have to calm down. I have to be in control of my emotions. I have to be better!

His hoarse croak comes to my ears effectivly reaching me over all the chaos: "It's not your fault."

His words are slow due to the fact that he is struggling to breath with his bandages on his face, mixed with just waking up.

"You fought so hard. I saw you. You didn't even need to use your quirk. You did your job trying to find the kids. I don't think either of us expected that thing to show up." he grunts trying to move his arm then realizing that he looks at me again, "Can you move the bandages off my mouth?"

I wasn't expecting him to say that. I was expecting what I could or should have done better. How I could have been less pathetic. I can't help but stare for a moment as I process what he's saying.
Shaking off the feeling of my father's words I reach down and gently move my fingers to open the bandages around this mouth and a little better off of his nostrils.

"That didn't hurt did it?" I ask gently brushing some hair out of his face.

He gulps in hair a little greedily probably enjoying the feeling of the air being cool and not so hot and moist from him exhaling then inhaling on the spot over and over, "No."

It's quiet for a moment as I look at his heart monitor noticing it increased a healthy amount as he becomes more awake.

""Get away from him" huh?" he asked and smirked a bit. I could feel my face heat up. and i looked away from him.

"W-well I didn't want you to die so I-"

He cut me off "Kiss me."

I blink and look at him surprised not expecting him to say that here and now. Not expecting him to want a kiss in a place that someone would just walk into at any moment. EVen our boss could walk in to check on us!

I shake my head, "I don't think that's a good idea. Besides, you have facial fractures I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

He sighs, and it's definitely an annoyed sigh, "I couldn't care less right now. Neither of us died. Kiss me."

I blush a bit hearing his words, not expecting them. Then I lean down my gown coming forward a little bit, more than likely showing a bit of my breasts as I gently press my lips to his. He lifts his head the best he can to deepen the kiss and I let out a sigh enjoying the feeling of his dry, chapped lips against mine. I feel my heart rate pick up a little bit and it's like everything I was worried about melts away, and I can hear his heart monitor pick up as well.

I break away and smile a little my cheeks still dusted in a blush.

"Much better..." he relaxes putting his head in a more comfortable position and sighs looking at me, "I don't like seeing you cry..."

I wasn't expecting that either. It must be all the pain meds he's on letting him speak more freely. Getting rid of his more stoic personality, letting his emotions show more.

"Geeze Shouta are you just trying to make me embarrassed right now?" I can't help but giggle at how honest he's being, "It's noce to know you actually care about me."

"How can I not care about you? You're so...you. I can't but help be drawn to you. To have these feelings for you."

Now I'm blushing again and it's definitely crimson red, "How can you say that so nonchalantly?!"

He chuckles at me a soft smile gracing his lips, "Because it's true."