Makoto POV

I stared wide eyed for a couple seconds.

"Oh. . . that's who the daughter is. Oh my god, that's who the daughter is!" I exclaimed.

"Calm down Aizawa, I'll fill you in, but you've got to sit down and stop acting like an over protective dad for one minute so I can tell you." Sir Grawler said grabbing Aizawa by the shoulders and hefting him into a seat.

Aizawa glared. It would appear he didn't like that. I sat silently looking around while Sir Grawler explained the situation to Aizawa. When sir Grawler had finished, it was very clear that Aizawa was not happy with the situation.

Aizawa crossed his arms and looked pointedly at Sir Grawler. For the next ten minutes Sir Grawler told Aizawa what had happened at training that day. By the end, Aizawa had calmed down, and just looked miserable. I sat there for a while just waiting, when the hospital door slammed open, and a teenager walked- no stomped- into the hospital. From where I was sitting I could hear the receptionist sigh under her breath and mutter,

"What is with the people today? Just walk in calmly."

The teenage guy got to the receptionists desk, and stood there for a minute taking haggard breaths. He then spoke.

"I just ran 5 miles. I am not in the mood to be refused, but I am probably going to get my ass kicked if I'm rude, so, may I please see y/n or know what happened?" He said. The receptionist again pointed at us and said,

"Ask Mister Grawler over there."

He turned in our direction, and it occurred to me how disheveled he looked. He also sincerely looked like he had ran 5 miles. He walked over, like he was supposed to be intimidating, but something heavier weighed on his shoulders and he couldn't be bothered. He sank into the seat beside y/n's father, and sighed.

"What are you doing out of school young man?" Aizawa asked him.

"Same as you Sir."

Y/n's father just shrugged, and sighed, like he knew exactly what those words meant, and simply didn't care, or understood. The ash blond looked past Aizawa and Sir Grawler, and at me. He glared with steely resolve, which I could see was jealousy oozing out. He thrust his hand out at me.

"Katsuki Bakugo." He said in a gruff voice.

I tentatively took his hand, "uhm, Makoto Matsuoka."

He let go, and sat back in his seat. He leaned over and whispered something to Aizawa, a question, which he responded with some long explanation.

My attention turns to the ash blonde. He was slouched in a way that spoke of sadness and desperation. Like he was caving in on himself. He let loose a heavy sigh, before looking at me through his hair.

"What do you want?" He spoke roughly and without remorse.

3rd person POV

Katsuki glared at this boy. He wasn't happy with the fact that he was sitting waiting for y/n, and that he didn't know him. Katsuki knew that this was an unattractive quality, but he couldn't help being protective. And protective he planned to be.

"What are you doing here? As far as I'm aware Y/n doesn't have any guy friends."

Makoto just shrugged, "I don't know about friends, but I was Y/n's sparring partner today. I'm a main witness, and I can't really answer much."

Katsuki sat up a little straighter, "What happened? I can't stand this feeling of helplessness and desperation."

Makoto sighed, "I honestly have no idea. We were sparring in the ocean, and she got distracted by something i think, because then all of a sudden, when I attacked she was paying no attention, and she flew underneath the surface before coming back to the surface screaming. Then she, well then she. . . passed out."

Katsuki, more than worried for his girlfriend and best friend just sighed and ran a hand down his face. Then a little worm wiggled it's way into his consciousness. They were sparring. Which meant that this. . . guy, had hurt her. Voluntary or not, he had.

Katsuki looked at the boy, and spoke harsh, and with conviction, "you were sparring which meant you hurt her. God help me, if anything, anything happens to her. . . you're dead. You hear me? Dead."

Katsuki then abruptly stood up and walked to a bathroom.

Y/n's POV

I woke up in a crisp white room, in a sterilized bed, in a hospital gown, in severe pain. My throat was sore, and burned like hell. It all hurt, my face mainly. It hurt, it hurt so horribly bad. A tear slipped down my face. Then two. Then three.

"Daddy. . . daddy it hurts." I whimpered hoarsely.

A nurse came in and gasped when she saw that I was awake. She called for the doctor, and soon I was under siege of testes and questions. All of which I answered to the best of my abilities. Eventually I asked the nurse to get my dad. Hell, even if she had to call the school.

A couple minutes later my dad walked into the room. I could visibly see the sigh of relief. He walked over, and carefully, gave me a hug. It felt nice, and soothing, and safe to be in my father's arms. I released a heavy sigh, and pulled back. I then realized a strong burning sensation on my face.

"A-ah! Ow, what the-- what the hell?" I asked when I felt my face. A layer on bandages had been applied and we're wrapped around half my face. Still drowsy from sleep I hadn't felt it, or realized one of my eyes was covered by bandages. I looked up at my father.

"What's going on?"

He sighed, "that's something were kind of hoping you could tell us. . . that kid that was with you, doesn't know much."

I pondered this for a little while. What had happened? Things were a little fuzzy, and it felt like my memory had been stolen away from me. I recalled all that I could and, "I remember seeing this creature thing, it was like this fluorescent green, and it spat this like liquid when I accidentally hit it, and then I remember it hurting, then blank. But I do remember specifically that I never seen this animal before. Not even in marine biology classes."

He has sighed, "well that's not important right now, you are. Are you sure you are okay? At least a little?"

I nodded, "yeah I'm okay. Is Katsuki here? Or at school? What time is it even? Did he punch someone? If he punched someone there is going to be some hell to pay for him that's for sure."

My dad laughed, "yeah he's here. I'll tell him you asked for him. As for whether he punched someone, you'll have to ask him yourself."

I nodded, "okay dad. I love you, alright? Go home and get some sleep."

He gave me a hug, before leaving the room. I sat in silence for a couple minutes before I heard the door creaking open again. I looked up to see an ash blonde head peeking through the door. I smiled.

"Hey."

He stepped fully into the room and walked over, before engulfing me in a hug. "God, you're so reckless, and I hate you for that, because you make me worry so much that I don't think it's good for my health. I was so worried y/n. Do you have any idea how much I thought you were gonna die? Do you have any idea what that would've done to me?"

I smiled again, hugging him back, and breathing in the familiar, and calming scent, Katsuki's scent of ash, and burning wood. I hugged him tighter. "I'm fine. . . at least I think I am. I'm okay."

He pulled back from the hug, leaving me yearning for the warmth again. He looked me dead in the eye, before leaning forward and kissing me softly. I was surprised and wasn't sure how to react, or respond, so I sat there frozen. It was a quick kiss, before he leaned back in for a hug.

His head was buried in the crook of my shoulder and I could barely hear him, but the words were unmistakable.

"God, I love you so much."

• • • End of Chapter • • •

So. . . here's the deets, I am so fucking sorry that I haven't updated in months. It was a very long hiatus, and I just, I had a lot happen very quickly, and I had a hard time processing. I never meant for my little hiatus to go this long, and I am truly sorry.

I'm better now, and I also have more on my plate now. I'm about to start swimming again, for my school team, and that's kinda that. I know it's a lot, but it's something I want to do.

Again, I'm so sorry I was gone so long, so I made and extra long chapter, a few hundred words more :).

Again I'm so sorry, and I hope you can forgive me, and keep reading this story.

-Meimoo-