bouquet || bnha various x male reader

♡ short story: shinsou

new idea for this book!
short stories for when I desperately need fluff or smut! first one up is my baby boy shinsou with some nice little fluff times (even tho im totally up for him completely domming my ass oh god)

also shinsou is taller here bc you know years have passed since first year

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Fuck, fuck, my knee hurt.

I tumbled to the ground, clasping my knee while letting out a pained growl. We were running laps around the training field, practicing staying together while running, when my knee buckled inward and I fell.

"[n]! Are you okay?" Bexan said, running over to me as soon as I toppled over.

"No I'm not fucking okay!" I snapped, snarling in pain when I tried to move my knee. My eyes burned with tears threatening to leak out. "Shiiiiiit, it hurts," I moaned, head going back as I clutched my thigh.

The rest of my class had made their way over, and Aizawa pushed through the crowd to crouch down beside me. He touched my knee gingerly, causing another growl to leave my throat, before he looked up to the kid that was training under him.

The kids name was Shinsou Hitoshi. Apparently he'd been transferred from support course to the hero course after proving himself in the final exams for first year. He'd been moved to class 3-A in second year, but had missed the first few days of third year that we arrived on.

"Shinsou, take [ln] to Recovery Girl, will ya? The rest of you, get back out there and star doing your laps again." Aizawa drawled, standing up. He offered me his hands to pull up on, and I accepted, pulling myself up while putting as little pressure on my leg as possible. I hissed when my knee gave way again, causing me to stumble backwards into Shinsou.

"Come on, I'll take you to her now." He said as he shifted to my side and wrapped my arm around his neck. He was taller than me by a few inches, so the reach was awkward for me.

We limped to Recovery Girl's office, stopping occasionally when I accidentally put pressure on my right leg. A few tears had leaked out of my eyes and I was biting my lip, but I held an angry facade.

When we got there, I was immediately sat on one of the gurneys and prepped for observation. Recovery Girl, bless her soul, had cut the pants leg just below my hip and removed it so I didn't have to take my pants completely off. Her wrinkled hands gingerly touched up my leg, starting from my ankle.

"Does it hurt when I touch here? Here? What about here?" Was the prompted question everytime she moved up. When she touched just below my knee I hissed and she immediately retracted her hand.

"I'm gonna have to bend it to see if it's broken, dearie," she said, her kind face reassuring me. Shinsou was still here, watching my expressions carefully.