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They rescued her.
Eri was safe and in the hands of Aizawa, or Eraserhead as they addressed him during hero work, who helped get the little girl into the back of the ambulance, the child now passed out from the events that had just taken place. Izuku was safe too, no bones broken and for the most part unscratched.
Everyone else was safe too.
Everyone else…
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‘Everyone else also had their quirks.’
Katsuki stared at the ceiling of his hospital room, his shoulder bandaged up but no serious damage done to it and his leg is in a cast from during the battle with Overhaul.
During the fight he pushed Mirio out the way of Overhaul’s goon when he shot at the other blonde.
Or tried too, because now Katsuki is the one in this bed, his hands have been wiped off and thoroughly dried, and had been washed with soap and water twice to get rid of nitroglycerin that came from Katsuki’s hands.
Or use to come from Katsuki’s hands, used to come from his sweat to be exact. The explosions came from his hands because of his sweat.
That was a few hours ago. How long Katsuki doesn’t know, he doesn’t know if its even been hours or if it’s been minutes. In the midst of Katsuki’s thoughts, a nurse comes in with a tray that has a foam cup full of water and ice cubes clink together inside the cup, there’s a small bowl of fruit as well.
Which is something he’ll have to use his hands to pick up, and this time Katsuki won’t have to worry about any sweat getting on the food.
No need to worry when you don’t have a quirk.
Something sick inside Katsuki twists and turns, it takes over his body, his arms tingle with pain and his eyes are closed now. The tears that want to stain his cheeks with their clear tracks makes his eyes stings so bad it hurts. He doesn’t bother trying to wipe at them, even if there is no need to be cautious of such things.
After all, Katsuki’s hands are dry. Not clammy or hot, just dry.
He can’t produce sweat, no wait that’s wrong. He can produce sweat, his back is starting to warm up from laying on it for who knows how long, what he means is- there no nitroglycerin coming from the sweat of his palms.
But then again, maybe that is what Katsuki means when he can’t produce sweat, his hands are so dry it itches. They haven’t been this dry since when Katsuki was young, very young and hadn’t gotten his quirk yet.
Katsuki feels that disgusting emotion inside of him stir. He hates it. He curses the sweat that dampens the back of his neck from between the pillow and his messy of spiky, poofy hair because of the heat it’s producing.
It might not even be an emotion that exists, and Katsuki doesn’t know what it is, what he’s feeling because there’s nothing to feel.
So is there really a body tingling emotion taking over the pool of his stomach, no he takes that back, this emotion, or whatever it is, if it even has the right to be called an emotion, it’s a feeling that replaces Katsuki’s blood and makes his ache, left with no energy to even twitch his fingers.
Katsuki doesn’t have a quirk, the obvious is painfully aware to himself. His chest aches, something hurts there and it isn’t an external injury, nor internal. Katsuki is fine inside and out for the most part, besides his current injuries.
‘I want Kirishima to be here…’ Is the thought that comes across his mind, clear as day.
The clock ticks on the wall in his room.
And it takes two seconds, or maybe point one second(s), Katsuki can’t tell but he can tell that the door slides open, it makes a shushing sound as it slides across the tracks that Katsuki thinks is a pretty nice sound and it clicks behind the person that enters.
It’s not a person; His hair is down and cherry red before they faded from a rosy pink color into black roots, tan skin freckled, and plump lips chapped.
It’s Eijirou.
Katsuki is a little surprised as he turns his head to stare at the redhead wide eyes, he didn’t expect Eijirou to visit him. Which should’ve been expected, Eijirou probably dashed to Katsuki’s room when the news reached him, most likely restless the entire way here and Katsuki wonders if it was too much for Eijirou when he had to wait for the elevator to come to a stop at Katsuki’s floor.
Eijirou approaches Katsuki with soft steps, a gleamer in his eyes that makes Katsuki’s heart grip tight and the small smile on his face makes the blonde aware of how his face feels heavy with the frown his lips have settled into and, and…
When Eijirou is close enough he cups Katsuki’s cheek and wipes the tears that have escaped from the floodgates that are Katsuki’s fiery eyes, the fire that blazes them orange and bright reds have been sealed in the glass of Katsuki’s tears, the fire flickering low in the trapped space.
Eijirou blinked, his eyelashes fluttering with each fan of the long, black lashes. Katsuki saw how Eijirou’s pyrope colored eyes had glazed over and the color deepened around the edges and Katsuki had to resist clenching his hands when Eijirou went to grab the one closest to him and squatted by the bed.
A smile spread across the redheads features, stretching sun kissed cheeks into the red gems of Eijirou’s eyes and Katsuki couldn’t hold it in, watching the smile and gleam of Eijirou’s eyes brighten and take over his face that screamed how proud he was of Katsuki. How he was proud of Katsuki for fighting his best and happy that the blonde made it out alive like they wordlessly promise each other before going into battle.
Katsuki’s lips waver and his eyes narrow, the tears falling in fat droplets down his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose in quick succession to dampen the pillow with the salty water of Katsuki’s tears.
His lips stick together and the words are rough, filled with an emotion Katsuki can’t place because no one has ever given him such an expression.
“H-How can you just-” His throat aches as the words tumble out. “I’m quirkless,” The sheets under Katsuki’s hands crumpled in his fist. “You don’t even know, or-or understand that I-I’ve” Katsuki fingers gripped around Eijirou’s hand and sat up with his shoulders hunched because he couldn’t bring himself to look at the redhead while he was in such a weak state.
No, this was more than weak, this was a state of pure exposure, something more extreme than vulnerability and Katsuki has never felt so weak and powerless in his life that it hurts.
Katsuki’s body beings to lightly tremble and before he realizes it, strong arms wrapped around Katsuki, pulling him into a sturdy chest, Eijirou’s natural musk and his body wash mixing with the scent of the hospital shirt filled Katsuki’s nose.
He hated the smell of hospitals, it was bland but hospitals so seemed to have their own personal scent that could only be found in the tall, maze like buildings.
In the end Katsuki gave a deep inhale of the mixed scent through his nose.
“I know that you’re a different person from when we first met,” The smile could be heard in Eijirou’ voice. “You’re amazing Bakugou, if anyone can get through this its you.” Katsuki sighed, wrapping shaky arms around the redheads waist. ‘I hope you’re right…’