Connected Touch || Shota Aizawa - DISCONTINUED.

Chapter Ten: What Next?

"How is she doctor?"

"Her vitals are stable. However, she is having constant seizures here and there. We've decided to place her partner in the same room for awhile. But once we had them under control, they are now just next door."

"What do you mean by 'partner?"

"He's her soulmate. They have connected touch. They share the same pain."

"Oh my gosh...Forever?"

"Not forever, it eventually goes away when they finally fall in love. But, it just depends. But anyways, she's alright. We are hoping she'll be awake and alert tomorrow."

"Thank you. I'll be back tomorrow."

The door clicks shut. The sound of the fan whirling softly. Loud beeps from medical machines are rhythmic along with the sound of my light, but struggle breathes.

My heavy eye lids open. My head immediately pounding. Thankfully, all the lights are off expect for the moon outside the window.

My lungs hurt.

My spine hurts.

I turn my head to find a huge flower bouquet with tons of cards. They are all from Class 1A. I smile at them before turning my head back up towards the ceiling.

How long have I been in here? How are the students? Thirteen? All Might?

Images of Aizawa fill my head. Him being stomped on, his arms being snapped, his head constantly being pounded into the ground. I sit up, wires stuck all over my body. Can I get up? I move my legs over the side of the hospital bed. The gown rises up against my bare legs. Thankfully, I find a wheelchair next to the bed. I quietly remove all the wires that I made sure were not hooked up into the machine.

Once I place myself in the wheelchair, I push myself forward. I wheel to the door. What if they catch me?

I mean, I am a pro hero. What I say goes? Maybe not? But Aizawa...

He is my soulmate.

After all these years, wondering why I was the odd one out. I always had my soulmate with me, every single day. That just explains so much. I can not believe this. This can't be true. I must have been hallucinating. Maybe I still am?

I open the door, my shaking bandaged arm holding it open as I wheel myself out. Doctors rush past me, obviously focused on another patient instead of me. I sigh in relief turning the chair around. I chew on my bottom lip, my arms stinging with pain.

Room 103.
Patient: Shouta Aizawa

My hand reaches up to knock.

No answer.

I knock again.

"I'm fine. Check on me in the morning." He grunts from inside the room. I chuckle under my breath. "It's Misa Hamasaki."

"Come in."

I couldn't help but be surprised. I take a breath before opening the door. I couldn't see him at first. He must be behind that large curtain. I roll myself over to him, pulling the curtain back. There he laid, peacefully. I have never seen him so peaceful before. He usually looks so tensed and bothered all the time. But he didn't this time. Bandages were wrapped around his face and arms. I couldn't see much of him. This brought tears to my eyes.

If I only used my quirk more, he could have been okay. We all could have been fine. I wasn't much help at all. As tears fall, I begin to sob quietly at the end of his bed.

"I know what you're doing, stop it."

"W-What am I doing?" I stutter out, my face in my hands. "You're crying. It's annoying me."

I chuckle, my shaky hand going up to wipe my tears away. I want to ask him if he knows about us. But, it's too early. "How do you feel?" I ask, my throat feeling extremely dry and bitter.

"You should know, right?" He scoffs, his head down. My eyes widen with surprise. He does know. However, he sounds pissed.

"Geez..." I look away, my hands meeting on my lap. Aizawa sighs from the bed. "I'm fine. I'm just sore."

Me too...

I clear my throat as I roll myself over to his bed side counter. "You got flowers and letters! I know you can't see because of the bandages." All of his flowers are bright colors. Tons of yellows and purples. "You have letters from the students, All Might, Mic, Nezu-

"Thanks." He cuts me off. I stop myself, placing them down on the desk.

"Take off my bandages."

"What?! Are you crazy?"

"Misa, do it. I want to actually breathe, I'm just recycling my own breath." I chuckle reaching over. However, my arms are too short. I sigh deciding to push myself on the bed. "Hey, I didn't say you could get on the bed." I ignore him as I begin to take off the bandages. He hisses slightly under me which makes me flinch. "I'm sorry! I'm almost done." I whisper calmly.

Once all the bandages are off, I smooth his hair back away from his face. He takes a shaky breath before exhaling lightly. I couldn't help but study him.

His face was bruised with a few stitches. But it's been a few weeks so he's getting there to recovery. Still, he looks very...handsome.

I go back into reality when I feel his hand on my cheek. My cheeks immediately warm up. "Uh-

"You have a large bruise on your eye." He leans closer to me, face to face, studying my face. I watch him silently as his eyes roam my face and body for markings. 

"We caught the remaining villains. But the main ones.. we didn't catch." I tell him as he finally moves away. Aizawa just sighs under his breath, his eyes shut. "Of course."

"The students are safe right?"

I smile lightly. "Yes. They miss you." He doesn't smile at that, but his eyes finally open gently. Then, it was just silence.

"We're soulmates." He says aloud.

That's when my heart jumped.

"Yes."

More silence.

"Damn it."

"Damn it?" I scoff back, my mouth agape. He closes his eyes again before turning his back to me. "Get out of my room, I'll see you soon." I quickly get back in my wheelchair, wheeling myself out. "Screw you EraserHead! I hope you slip into a coma!"

"Then you will too." I roll my eyes slamming the door.