BNHA Gay Ships One-Shots! 《《BOOK 1》》

BakuDeku | Motivation

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CW: Suicide Attempt, Mild Gore, Mentions Of NSFW Content, Mentions Of Cyber Bullying+Minor Mentions Of Self Harm
TC: Top! Midoriya
Suggested by; G00bisli
~Enjoy~
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"Keep giving me details, let's go! Who do we have here-!"

"Patient is twenty-six, male! Severe injury, severe loss of blood! Just arrived, time, two-eleven A.M--..."

For the first time, ever, an injury has completely dazed him.
He's laid on his side, hands stretched out on a table that's been pushed over in front of him, with a sick bucket right blow just in case. He's conscious, although unresponsive, from such shock he's going through.
He feels alone...

He's been rushed out of a mass-rescue about ten minutes ago, driven to the nearest hospital after being rescued himself, from another hero present at the sight.

From overworking his quirk for several hours without breaks... he'd suddenly exceeded his quirk's limits. He was both shocked and at the time, extremely confident and felt overachieved...
But it'd only lasted three seconds.

After producing such a large attack, of which he'd never been able to even get near to producing, the pro hero had shredded his hands.
Literally.
They're an absolute mess... its skin is handing off, and the muscles and small bit of flesh have either been blown off and showered the scene of the accident, or completely bubbled up, gotten burnt, and fallen off.

The damage reaches up to his wrists... the floor, table, and about the edge of the stretcher he lays on is drenched with blood, and other odd liquids...
Burnt muscles. Liquified flesh, and skin...

He's fainting constantly. He doesn't feel any pain, yet, he's seeing his "hands", and his brain is obviously reacting to it.

He's in so much shock, he can't move... he's puking at the sight, the smells, and the feeling...

The mess of burnt off bones, and anything that once made up his hands, laying in front of him, on a metal table, is putting him under extreme distress... panic attacks, muffled by the shock that's not only blinding him and his mind and train of thoughts, but canceling out the obvious.

His hands are no longer usable.

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"Katsuki, Bakugo...!" the man calls as he walks in. He's got a clipboard in hand and is dressed professionally, a white cloak over a blue button-up, and red tie. He shines the blonde a patient smile.

"How are you feeling?"
No response. The man looks devastated and appears to be zoned out...

"Uhm, we have to undergo surgery last night... thankfully, it went successfully," the man continued from the lack of responses, "it was a long process, but we manage to salvage the overall shape and condition of your hands... they were completely mauled,  and several, if not all, muscles and tendons were severely damaged,"

Katsuki is just waiting for it... his eyes, glossy and broken, make it clear.

"And... mobility, won't be so easy... from now on..."

His eyes slowly fall closed. He draws in a faltering breath, slow and "collected", before scowling to hide the fact that he needed to cry.