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Chapter Twelve: It's Time To Heal Our Hearts

(Izuku POV 3rd person)

"You know I can carry that myself right Sho?" Izuku motioned to the bag that the bi-toned boy held in his hands. "Recovery Girl did heal me," he pouted a little.

"Maybe so, but do you remember what she told you at the hospital?" his boyfriend countered as he opened the front door to their dorms.

**Earlier That Afternoon**

"Alright Midoriya, I was able to heal all of your broken and fractured bones, those deeper lacerations will leave scars but they are closed and healed. I didn't have to do any healing on your internal organs due to the doctors work. But I suggest you listen to what they have to tell you, don't lift anything over five pounds, and rest, lots. That will allow you to heal properly, my healing may have helped but if you push yourself it will be useless," the healing hero told him as she finished healing him, he nodded to her papers with the doctors instructions on his hands.

"I have my instructions right here, I'll be sure to read and follow them,"

"And I will make sure of it," Shoto retorted hand rested on Izuku's spine, the green eyed teen leaned into the touch a little.

**End Flashback**

Not long after that the two boys were picked up by Inko and dropped off at the dorms, the older woman was a little reluctant to let her son go but was assured by both her son and Shoto that he would be in the best care. Now the two boys were headed down the hall to Izuku's room, the taller held both his bag and the green haired boys. Izuku was sure his bag didn't weigh anywhere near five pounds but he wasn't going to win against his boyfriend. He wasn't one who liked to be coddled extremely, it made him feel like he was incapable, he was thankful Shoto knew as much, as he always tried to let the green haired boy do things as he'd like over the last few hours, the bags were the only thing he had insisted on. So the green boy only argued a little, as he opened the door to his room his freckled nose scrunched up, the air in the room felt stale due to it being unoccupied for days on end. Izuku entered the small room one goal in mind, the window, he made his way to the glass frame, to his delight it pushed open easily. A fresh breeze flowed through the room almost instantly the room had felt so much better. A soft thud behind him turned his attention to the other person in the room. "Thank you Sho, for carrying my bags," he was sure to thank his boyfriend even if he hadn't liked the fact he was limited on what he could do.

"It was nothing babe, shall we unpack now or later?" the green haired boy looked off to the side in thought, there wasn't much for him to unpack.

"I can do it later, there isn't much. Right now I want to be with everyone,"

"Alright, let's go then," Izuku looked at the outstretched hand Shoto offered him, without any hesitation he took it both left the room bags abandoned on the floor left to be done at a later time. The walk down to the common room took no time at all, both boys were given a seat on the couch by their friends, Izuku rested his head against Shoto's shoulder as they sat down. For a while he followed conversations, often speaking up when he felt engaged in the topic. Bright smile beamed across his face, the one everyone had missed so much.

"Deku, do you want anything to eat?" his brunette friend offered as she stepped toward the kitchen, he knew she was trying to be kind but even the thought of food had made is stomach tighten.

"No thanks Ura, but thanks for the offer," he smiled at her before he returned to the topic at hand, who had the best hero record, of course he said All Might. "Okay okay I see your point Iida but aren't you biased? Tensei is your brother after all," he laughed

"If you think of it that way the entire conversation is biased, all of it is based off our own opinions," Iida retorted with his usual arm chop motion that sent everyone into a tailspin of laughs. As the green haired boy laughed he felt his stomach tighten again, this time he was unsure why, that was until the smell of food wafted from the kitchen. The soft warm smell of cookies would make anyone feel like they were at home, while one of their family members made some sort of sweet desert. It was a smell he loved so very much, but as the smell of vanilla invaded his sensed his body recoiled, it wanted nothing to do with this smell, it wanted him to get away. "Izuku are you alright?" his engine quirk friend questioned his strange actions.