Bnha One Shots

Injuries (ShinKami)

Hitoshi Shinso was injured a few days ago during training. He was supposed to go and see Recovery Girl right after the fact, but he had gotten side tracked and never got around to it. He didn't think it was that serious and there was a very good distraction.

Denki Kaminari just happened to be that distraction.

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Of course it wasn't Denki's plan to be a distraction. He didn't even know he had gotten injured. If he had, he would have marched him down to the nurse's office himself. Hitoshi was just a really good actor.

He could clearly see Denki had been having a terrible day, and when he found him, mid breakdown, he took them right back to the dorms and had a Teen Wolf marathon. Denki had recently become obsessed with the show and wouldn't shut up about it.

They were onto season two by the time Denki was even close to falling asleep.

"Why do you have to be such an amazing boyfriend all the time? You make it hard to compete." He sleepily said to Hitoshi.

"What can I say, I'm competative." He joked, shrugging his shoulders.

Denki rolled his eyes at him. "Thank you, for this. I needed it." He said, speaking up about his stress for the first time.

"Wanna talk about it?" Hitoshi quietly asked. With Denki, it was really hit or miss. He could either be overly open and spill everything, or he could keep it locked up tight and you wouldn't have a clue until he snapped and everything flooded out.

"It's nothing, really." He said, becoming distant and trying to push it away.

Hitoshi was used to this, especially when it came to something that happened during class. "What happened?" He asked, gently coaxing him to talk about it. He knew nothing good would come of him clamming up.

Denki let out a sigh. "We had training today, and I was just supposed to work on control, but I couldn't even do that. I completely obliterated five dummies, there was nothing left but ash. I won't be able to actually spar until I can get a fucking grip." He said, letting all of his frustrations out.

Hitoshi pulled the blond closer to him, wanting to take away all his stress and worries. "Don't worry about it. You have a really unpredictable and crazy quirk. It's going to be harder for you to master it. It's going to require more training and practice, but you'll get the hang of it. If I know anything about you, it's that you're determined." He said, nudging their noses together and earning a chuckle from his boyfriend.

"Thanks Hito." He said, hugging him and burying his head in his chest.

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Now Hitoshi was on the ground, groaning, as Denki frantically tried to figure out what was wrong with him.

"My- my side. It's my side." He managed to say.

Frantically, Denki pulled up his shirt and gasped at what he saw. Hitoshi's side was terribly wrapped in gauze that was completely soaked through with blood. "What the hell happened to you?!" He asked him. They had obviously gone through first aid training, but Denki was finding it hard to remember as his thoughts became clouded with anxiety and worry.

"I might have gotten hit a few days ago." He said, rolling his head back in pain.

If he wasn't so terrified, Denki might have hit him. "You've had this huge ass gash on your side for days, and you haven't done anything about it?!" He nearly screeched.

"Fuck, Denks don't do that." Hitoshi said suddenly, as Denki started to peel the gauze away, but it was sticking to his side. "And I was taking care of it just fine. I didn't see the point in dragging the nurse into it." He said, trying to defend his actions.

"Hito, it's probably infected!" Denki said, looking at the abnormally colored ooze that definitely wasn't just blood. "Hitoshi Shinso, if you die on me, I swear to god-"

He was cut off by a pained chuckle. "I'm not gonna die Denks, calm down."

"How can you say that to me right now? You're bleeding out on my dorm floor!" Denki shouted, quickly becoming hysterical.

Hitoshi grabbed one of his hands, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm gonna need you to call someone, preferably Recovery Girl, so you know, I don't actually bleed out." He said, nervously laughing. It was easy to put up a confident front, until you start to get woozy with blood loss.

Denki noticed as Hitoshi's head fell against the ground with a thud and his eyes fluttered shut. "Wait- Hito! No, no, no, keep your eyes open!" He shouted, grabbing his face and lightly hitting him, trying to wake him back up.

He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Kirishima, seeing as he didn't have Recovery Girl on speed dial. His best friend was the only person he could think of.

"What's up bro?"

"I need your help! I need you to get Recovery Girl and bring her to my dorm, right now! Hitoshi is bleeding out on my fucking floor and he just passed out and I have no clue what to do! Kirishima I need your help? Please for the love-"

"Whoa, whoa, Kaminari take a deep breath. I'll go get her now. Just apply pressure until we get there, okay?" Kirishima said from the other end, already out his door and sprinting down the hall.

"Okay, thank you." He said with a deep breath, relieved that he was getting help.

"No problem. Be there in a few."

And then the call ended and Denki was left with himself and his passed out boyfriend. He wasted no time, stripping his own shirt off and holding it to Hitoshi's side, not having anything else in reach to use.

"You better hold on you asshole. You are not leaving me like this." He said bitterly, more to himself than the unconscious boy on his floor.

In less than five minutes, Recovery Girl and Kirishima were somehow bursting into his dorm. Denki had no clue how they got there so fast, but he wasn't about to question or complain. His boyfriend was literally about to die.

Kirishima grabbed Denki and pulled him away, giving Recovery Girl enough room to do her job. "What happened dude?" Kirishima asked him quietly, as they watch Recovery Girl get to work.

"He got hurt a few days ago and never went to see Recovery Girl. I guess he moved wrong or something and it tore whatever was holding it together, causing him to start bleeding again. I think it's infected to, because that's just his luck." Denki said, rolling his teary eyes at his boyfriend's stupidity, which was enough to rival his own at the moment.

"You two, I'm gonna need you both to help me get him back to my office." Recovery Girl said, motioning for them to grab onto Hitoshi. She had stopped the bleeding, but she needed to assess it back at her office before she could use her quirk. She wasn't sure if the boy could handle it in his current state.

It took them a few minutes to get him to the nurse's office. Once he was set down, Denki and Kirishima were both kicked out.

Denki, close to breaking down, turned to his best friend. "He's gonna be okay, right? Please, just tell me he's gonna be okay." He said, his eyes starting to water, yet again.

Kirishima hated seeing his friends upset, so he said what he wanted to hear. "He's gonna be okay."