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Recovery Girl ducked into the room overlooking the operating theatre. It was empty as promised, so she quickly grabbed a can of sterilising solution and sprayed herself, body suit and all, down. Hopefully it wasn't the kind that irritated her scars. Maeve opened various compartments in the body suit, replacing the full puke pint with one she'd grabbed from her office. She pulled a hair net out and pulled it around her bun, which had been disintegrating in quality.
Only then did the grey-haired girl realise her hands were shaking. Interesting. Maeve didn't have time to analyse whether it was due to stress or her body being pushed past its limits. It didn't matter. She strode out without hesitation, gave the group of nurses a wide smile, and entered the chaotic operating theatre. Maeve's gloves receded to expose her hands and her visor replicated over her field of vision, instantly giving her a deluge of flashing information.
"It's just me and you, buddy," she whispered to the man struggling for life on the table.
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"Why were you the first person I went to for help? Why did I trust you so much that I gave you the address and not to someone like Deku or Iida?" He pushes me against the wall. "Why were you the only person I could think of while I was in the damn hospital." His voice goes deep as he pins me to the wall. Both arms on both sides of me. "Why can I only think of you in class? Tell me." He pauses for a moment and brings his lips to my ear. He whispers with a husky voice. "Why do I want to pick you up, lay you on my bed and take you right here right now?" His voice sent shivers down my spine, and tingles through my legs. In an instant his lips meet mine. Bolts of electricity shoot through my legs, sending butterflies erupting from the cave within my stomach. His tongue makes its way too my teeth begging for access, I allow it. Our tongues glide against each other, slowly at first, then more franticly. My eyes start to close shut and I let out a low moan. This seems to rile up Bakugou causing him to bite my lip and groan in response. One of his hands snake its way by my stomach and to my back, while the other one cups my cheek. Not noticing, my hand makes it way to the back of his head and I pull of his hair. Our kiss deepens as I tug harder. My body feels so hot against his that I don't notice something hard rub against my leg. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I DO NOT own My hero academia or the art used.Concluída![Numb ---- Suicidal Todoroki x Bakugo----[BOOK 1]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/254991401-256-k16617.jpg)
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"You know, you weren't supposed to see them." He dropped my arm. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He grabbed my other arm, exposing those cuts as well. Bloody bandages fell to the ground and his expression changed. "Is this supposed to make me feel better?!" He held both my arms in front of me. I could feel his hands shaking. I could hear his voice breaking. He was yelling, but I knew it was a facade. He wasn't angry. He was worried. He was sad. He just doesn't know how to express anything else. "It's fine. Don't worry. I'm okay." He dropped my arms and stepped back a bit, looking down for a few seconds. He yelled in frustration, pushing me to the ground suddenly. I avoided eye contact. "In what world?! What part of your fucked up mind is telling you that this is okay?! Because let me fucking tell you right now, if you ever fucking do this to yourself again I swear...." He punched the wall and yelled in frustration, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He paused for a few seconds before speaking again. "Get up." He held out his hand and I took it, standing up shakily. He grabbed my arms again, staring at them sadly. "Again? Why would you hide them again? Why this again?" He pled desperately. "You two." A different voice from across the hallway said, making us both jump a bit. Aizawa walked over to us, looking down at my cuts with slightly widened eyes, then back up at me with a concerned expression. "I need to talk to both of you."Concluída
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Scribe has spent her entire life in shame after a single incident during her exchange year at UA resulted in her expulsion from the school. She's dreamed of schoolmate Shota Aizawa ever since, hoping he will forgive her and come for her. Then the USJ incident unexpectedly drags her back into the midst of Japanese hero work from her American bookstore. Except Aizawa isn't the man who comes for her afterward. EXCERPT: "Can I help you?" His face was hidden by the hoodie, but she had an odd feeling he wasn't as old as she'd thought. She could see his mouth. It was wide and generous, but the lips were oddly scarred and chapped looking. "You're the one they call Scribe, aren't you?" He grinned lazily. "I've heard of you." "Really?" She sat up straighter. Her work with heroes was not well known, even though All Might had paid her a visit or two here at the bookstore. For the most part, she was just hero support, and only on very rare occasions. She peered at the hooded figure curiously. "From who?" "We have mutual friends. In Japan." He cocked his head thoughtfully. "I could swear I've met you before. You're very familiar." She had an odd feeling he was right. Though she couldn't quite place him...maybe if he took off his hoodie, though... "You weren't by chance in Japan recently, were you?" He reached across the desk, taking her hand in his as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I'm letting him. Scribe felt a strange tingle where he touched her skin. It was not an unpleasant sensation. "I... No. I wasn't in Japan." "Really?" He tilted his head to one side and with his free hand, he pushed back the hoodie, revealing a blue-white shock of hair and red eyes. "I could swear I saw you...but maybe sensed is a more appropriate word. Yes, I could swear I sensed you at the USJ when I was taking care of business with All Might and Eraserhead." She gasped, trying to stand, but he laughed. "Don't move too much, pretty. I don't want to hurt you."
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