Frozen Wings

Chapter 18

Hawks' POV

You don't deserve anyone, especially if you let students get hurt!

Dabi's words echoed in my mind.

"Why did that shit have to fall in love with Storms? He messed everything up!" I hissed at my mirror. For some reason, my reflection infuriated me. I punched the mirror with a massive amount of force. It shattered on impact, glass shards flying towards me and into my fist. Blood splattered across the wall, dripping down my fist. I couldn't feel the pain. My body trembled; breathing ragged. I shouted angrily, yanking my hand away. As I turned, I slipped on some of the glass, falling. I landed on my chest, my injured hand cracking against the tile floor. I heard a nauseating snapping. At that moment the pain set in. I couldn't help but scream in agony. It hurt almost as bad as when my wing was torn from my back.

Why does this keep happening? Is it punishment for me hurting the students? It has to be. The world is punishing me for what I did. It's karma. It's the only possible explanation. And I deserve every bit of it.

"TAKAMI!" Storms raced over to my side, dropping down to her knees.

"What the hell happened?!" She seemed scared. I felt bad. No one scared Storms. Nothing scared her! Nothing! Tears began to well in my eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." She murmured, lifting me up. Storms had me resting on her so my arms hung behind her shoulders, my head resting against hers and her one shoulder. She carefully wrapped her arms around my back to support me, avoiding my wings. I began to cry harder. No one treated me this kindly. I had been trained as a spy, which meant I wasn't given much affection. All those walls I had built my life upon were crumbling down.

"Don't cry, Takami! You'll be alright. We'll get you all fixed up, okay? The pain'll be over soon." She soothed, rubbing the lower part of my back to avoid my wings. I only cried more.

"Okay. Okay, let's just fix that hand of yours." Storms murmured. She leaned me against the wall, lifting my hand in hers. Storms carefully used her claws to pluck the glass shards, every single minuscule piece out of my flesh. She did it quickly and efficiently. Once finished, Storms stood, getting a damp towel to wash my hand with. After that she poured hydrogen peroxide, which burned like hell. I forced myself to stay still, shivering instead of yanking my hand away. She found some gauze and gently wrapped my hand in it, doing something with her ice before finishing. "W-What-"

"The ice will provide stabilization to your hand. Once the bleeding is slowed, it'll put the bones back in place and speed up the healing process. Following that will be tissue replacement and skin building, again because of my ice. It'll hurt but it's better than surgery." She said. I shivered from the pain.

"Why don't we get you somewhere more comfortable?" Storms offered. I looked at her. She gingerly picked me up, carrying me over to my bed. Storms carefully tucked me under the covers, laying me on my side so I didn't hurt my wings by laying on my back.

How does she know that would hurt? Oh. Right. She has a tail. It probably hurts to lay on her back too.

I thought, drowsily watching her as she made me comfortable, giving me some pain killers. Once I was situated she went back into the bathroom, probably to clean everything up. Once she finished, she came back, leaning down. I shut my eyes tightly, afraid of being hit. Instead, she gently brushed my hair to the side, giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. I blushed like a madman, startled by the gesture.

"You need to take care of yourself. Get some rest, Takami." She murmured, turning the lights off. I wanted her to stay in case the voices came back, but I was too tired to ask. Immediately after she shut the door, I was out.

Storms' POV

I sighed, heading down to the teacher's lounge. My colleagues were all there, since Snipe said he would watch Dabi for a bit. "Storms. Are you okay? You have blood on your face..." Aizawa looked at me.

"I do? Oh. Shit. Sorry, I thought I cleaned everything up." I sighed, using my ice to clean the blood off of my cheek.

"Cleaned what up? Storms what happened? Do we need to help?" He stood up. I shook my head.

"No, no. It's alright. Hawks just..." I trailed off, not sure if I should share what was going on. But I had to. If I was the only one aware of whatever exactly was happening, I had a high chance of missing something bad happening... again.

I don't want another incident like the beach mansion. If he did it again, I don't know that I would notice in time.

I made up my mind. "Hawks punched his mirror and broke his hand pretty badly. The bone had pierced the skin. I had to heal it with my ice. He should recover quickly as long as he rests... something's wrong with him." I said.

"What do you mean?" Yamada asked.

"He's dealing with something. I don't know what it is but I wanted y'all to know because it's getting worse." I told them about what happened at the beach house.

"I'm afraid that I'll miss it next time and won't be able to help. Which is why-"

"You need us to keep an eye on him. Because as much as you want to, you can't watch everyone twenty four-seven." Kayama said. I nodded. She knew me well.

"We'll do it. Don't worry." Yamada grinned.

"Thank you for telling us. I suspected something was off but wasn't sure." Aizawa dipped his head respectfully. I did the same.

"The students are in the dorms, I'm assuming?" I changed the subject.

"Yes, working on homework and chores, is what Midoriya said." All Might walked in the room.

"Good. Has Recovery Girl said anything about Shinso's limp? And Todoroki's paralysis?" I asked.

"She said it's highly likely that Shinso's limp will go away as long as he follows through with his physical therapy and doesn't overdo it until it's healed. Worse case scenario is a limp much less noticeable than the one he has now." Aizawa replied.

"And Todoroki?" The younger boy had been diagnosed with some sort of paralysis in his lower body. He couldn't feel anything below his hip bones. I felt horrible. No one could figure out what was causing it, not myself, not Recovery Girl, not even Dabi. He had tried to help while he was here, recalling the injuries the boys had sustained, but came up empty-handed.

"He's... he's keeping up a really good attitude about the whole thing. I'm not sure if he's doing it for himself or for us so we don't worry. I think you should check on him when you get the chance. He sees you as the parental figure he never had." Aizawa suggested. I nodded.

"Will do. Thank you."