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▬▬▬▬▬⠀( recovering )

❝二人の男の子...

▌fun fact #10 ; but she's a switch with girls.

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When the brunette had first arrived at the hospital, the doctors and nurses were worried that she wasn't going to make it but as soon as she was prepped and ready to undergo surgery, her wounds didn't look as bad as they did. She was healing herself and it was miraculous, the rate she was healing herself in, no doubt due to her quirk. With the surgery and all the blood loss, not mention the bones broken she was in a short two day coma.

When she'd woken up, she wanted nothing more than to work on the quirks she'd neglected to hone, but even so, time would move on and the events that took place that day would always haunt her and her scars would remind her of that. After laying there with her eyes closed for a few minutes, she finally opened her eyes and she took a moment to adjust her eyes to the light. "It's damn bright." Kourin croaked out, her hand rubbing her throat as her mind flashed back to the horrific events that took place at the USJ. She could already feel her eyes tearing up, but she quickly wiped them away before they rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed her phone which was on the table beside her bed and noticed all the messages that were left for her. "Messages? That's new."

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( ICYHOT )
hey kou.

i'm sorry i couldn't have
done more for you.

i hope you get better.

please give me a call once
you feel better..

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( BAKAGO )
oi. call me asap.

okay weird eyes?

asap.

AS SOON AS U WAKE UP
OKAY? if you don't.... i'll
blast you

i mean it idiot

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( GREEN BEAN )
i hope you feel better soon
koucchan! knowing you it'll
all be okay in the end :))

we still need to have that talk >o<

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( BABY SHARK )
i miss you :( get well soon bud

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( SPARKY )
get better soon koucchan

you still owe me that hang out ;)

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( PINKY )
WAHHHH KOUCHANN

i miss your cute stoic face ;((((

get well soon pls

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It was really sweet. And she had many more, all similar and all cute. She placed her phone back down and figured she'd surprise them tomorrow, when she came back. Luckily she'd only been out for the weekend, that meant she hadn't missed a day of school yet.

She moved to get up and a soft groan escaped her lips feeling the ache in her legs. Probably from all the fucking running I did. The only good thing she could think of that came out of the whole experience was that she'd been able to sleep for two days straight. Her heterochromatic eyes looked out the window and she realised that she'd been moved from the hospital to the U.A infirmary.

When the door opened, she slowly turned to face the heavily bandaged and injured Aizawa. "You're awake. Good. I'd like to speak with you," he said, closing the door behind him.

"Right. Are you okay? How're your arms?" She asked, sliding underneath the sheets.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he took a seat on the foot of her bed. "I'm fine, Recovery Girl overdid it. And, I really should be asking you that," he motioned to the bandages that wrapped practically her whole body. "As your teacher, I must scold you for not following my orders and disobeying me. I told you to run, but you didn't. You were stubborn, idiotic and hard headed, don't do this again. But, as hero and as a man.." He looked down at the white sheets and another sigh escaped his lips, "thank you."

Kourin nodded, "and classes?"

"Starting tomorrow, so you didn't miss anything," he reassured her. Despite the bandages around his face, he could still make out the scars on her exposed arms. "Yagami, how is your situation at home?"

She offered him a weak smile, "it's uh... great."

"Kourin, please, tell me the truth. It's the least you could do for not listening to me." Aizawa sighed softly and stared at the scar on her eye.

"I get... abused. I get abused okay," the brunette sighed and folded her arms, "are you happy, now? What the hell do you want me to say, Aizawa-Sensei? I'm fine. It's fine. It's been happening for over ten years, I'll be fine for a few more, okay?"

His brows creased at the information given to him and if he could've run his fingers through his hair, he would've, but the reality was that he couldn't. "It's not fine," e began, another sigh escaping his lips. "It really isn't. No one should be treated like that, no one. Least of all a child. You know that, don't you? You're a smart girl. Reporting them would be the logical mo—"

"No. I said it's fine," Kourin cut her off and looked down at her scarred hands. "Don't worry yourself, pay them no mind."

"How can I not worry? You're my student." Aizawa retorted and the expression on her face made his heart ache, "they did that to you, didn't they? Your scars. Kourin, you really should tell someone."

"I have. I've told someone. Izuku. All Might. Chisa and Adan. I've all told them the same thing, and I'm telling you too. I'm not doing anything. I don't want to and I don't know what would happen. In two years, I'll be fine. I'll be free. I can endure it until then, okay, Shouta. It makes them feel good about themselves and the money supports their lifestyle," she said, her voice calm and unwavering. Imagine her surprise when tears began falling from her eyes and onto the sheets. "I'm sorry. I never cry in front of people. I don't want their pity, plus my crying is face is ug—"

Lifting up his bandaged arms he pulled her in for a hug, to the best of his abilities. "Kourin, it'll okay.. I'll be here whenever you want to talk, and if you do ever feel like you can't stand it anymore. Tell me. Please, tell me. And, who is uh Chisa and Adan?" He asked.

"They're the couple I consider my parents. Filled with warmth and kindness. They're my emergency contacts, I practically live with them," she sniffled, burying her face into his shoulder. "I trust them with my life."

"You can trust me too, you know," he mumbled.

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It'd only been an hour since her teacher had left her alone to her thoughts, so when the door opened, she assumed it was him. "Aiza— Katsuki..?"

"You're awake, and you didn't call me," he grumbled and stared at her, closing the door behind him. "You're okay.."

Seeing her cleaned up with the usual stoic expression on her face made him tear up, but they weren't sad tears. They were angry tears. He didn't know who he was more angry at her or himself. "You fucking idiot! What the fuck were you thinking?!" He shouted as tears streamed down his face.

"Katsuki.. I'm fi—"

"Yeah. You're fine. You're fine, now. What if you had died, Kourin? What if you had died?" He breathed in realisation as he walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Did even think about that? You're so fucking smart, but did you think about it? You'd be leaving that fucking married couple, you'd be leaving that stupid Deku and you'd be fucking leaving me!"

Kourin averted his gaze as a soft sigh escaped her lips. "I just wanted to save Aizawa-Sensei, okay? I just— I wasn't thinking."

"Damn right you weren't fucking thinking! You were on the verge of death. When I saw you, you were practically already gone! Seeing you in a pool of your own blood.. How could you let that fucking monster do that to you?!" He'd began shaking her.

"Enough, just stop," she uttered, clenching her teeth.

"I thought you were stronger than that, shi—"

"I said enough, you fucking meathead!" Kourin pushed him off of her, a hurt expression adorning her features. "I already got that when he fucking beat me senseless, okay? I got it. I'm not as strong as I thought. I'm fucking weak. I was fucking useless against it, okay? I get it. You don't need to rub it in, okay?!" She fell back down onto the bed as she covered her face.

"Shut the fuck up, Kou. You're not weak." Bakugo mumbled and plopped down beside her, "it's just when I saw you in a pool of your own blood, you don't know how I felt. You can't die, okay? I forbid you to die."

Kourin punched his shoulder, "fuck you."

"Do you want to?" He asked her, his voice nonchalant and suggestive. He was joking, of course. For now at least.

"Whatever," she grumbled and turned away from him.

Though, he did want to kiss her again, and again, and again. At the same time, he wanted to find out the truth about her parents and he needed to lighten the mood. "Let's play a game," he said, catching her attention. " I remember you fucking love games. Kiss or tell, Kou. Tell me something I want to know, or kiss me."

"Is this a one side game or wh—"

"Of course not, idiot. I'll ask you question and you'll ask me question, if neither of us want to answer it, well you fucking get it!" Bakugo abruptly stood up and walked over to the door. "What do you say, Kou?" When he heard her mumble an okay, he locked the door and turned to look at her, he had a scowl on his face but a light blush on his cheeks.

It was a sight to see. She'd only seen him blush a handful of times and he'd never blushed around anyone, unless it was her. "At the USJ, what happened after I lost consciousness?"

"All Might defeated Nomu. Apparently it took him three hundred hits to take down that beast, so really, don't beat yourself up. That thing even beat our teacher, I'm just saying you've always been strong. Like me, weird eyes." He spoke softly as he took a seat beside her. "After that, all the other teachers came and they saved the day, whoopee fucking doo." His crimson eyes landed on her lips before he asked her a question he knew she wouldn't answer. "Would you rather have boba, or takoyaki?"

"You shit face," was her response as she shot him a glare.

"Are you answering the question or not, weird eyes?" He rose an eyebrow.

"F— fine!" She uttered out and turned to face him, "close your eyes."

"Stop making a big deal ou—"

"I said close them!"

"Fine! Fucks sake."

Kourin placed her hands on his cheeks and slowly leaned in until their lips connected. The kiss was soft and gentle, it was nothing like the kiss they'd shared previously. It was nice. She couldn't get enough. Finally coming to her senses, she parted from the ash blond boy and looked down at her thighs, "why did you kiss me, that day?"

"Because I fucking wanted to," he answered vaguely and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. "Why do you think I kissed you, idiot? Don't me make fucking spell it out for you, damn nerd." He huffed, "do you like that fuck face, Deku?"

"Don't call him that. To answer your question, I do. As a friend," she answered and poked his cheek. "Why do hate you Izu so much?"Stupid fucking Deku. A low growl escaped his lips as pinned her down onto the bed, his brows furrowing as he stared into her heterochromatic eyes. Why the fuck does she care so much? He didn't want to answer her question and so his lips came crashing onto hers. It was rough, fast and full of passion. He forcefully slipped his tongue into her mouth as he placed his knee in between her legs. This felt so right to him. His arms wrapped around her petite waist as he pressed her body to his. When he heard her groan in pain he abruptly pulled away, a concerned look on his face. "What? What's wrong?"

Kourin noticed the trail of saliva between their lips and her face flushed in a dark pink. "Uh, my chest still hurts.. My ribs were broken, remember?" She noticed the look on his face and her eyes softened, "hey, don't worry about it, okay?"

Placing a kiss on the crown of her head, he parted from her and sat upright. He didn't want to play around anymore. "Kou, why did you lie to me?"

"About what?" She rose an eyebrow.

When he detected the nervousness in her voice, he frowned, "your parents, you didn't tell me everything. I'm not dumb, weird eyes. I can put two and two together, that investigator played a recording for us regarding you injuries. Previous scars on her body, the doctor said, quite an amount. Kou, tell me the truth."

With that the lighthearted mood in the room had suddenly disappeared and was instead replaced with a serious air. "I'm sorry. I really am. I love you and Izuku, but I didn't know how you'd react if you that my adoptive parents were abusing me."

"Are they the same people you talk about?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

"No.. Chisa-San and Adan-San are nice you met them once when they gave me my lunch at school, you're um— It's Kinto and Ami that beat me," she mumbled.

His breath hitched and he could feel himself getting angry. He understood and he knew why she didn't tell him, but it didn't that it still hurt. She lied to him. "Are they the ones that gave you that scar?" When she nodded, he stood up and shouted a string of slurs. "Right under my fucking nose. I'll make them fucking pay!"

"Katsuki, stop.. I'm fine. It's f—"

"Don't say its fucking fine, Kou! Don't. Because it's not! They shouldn't be fucking doing this. Especially not to you! It's not fine.." Bakugo was fuming, small explosions were occurring at the palm of his hand. "It's not fucking fine!" He grabbed her wrist and motioned to the scars on her arms, making her wince. "This isn't fine. I knew something was fucking up. We trained Kou, I left a few marks here and there and so did you, but I never did anything like this, ever. And as far as I know, your personal trainer, Ada who or whatever, couldn't have done this, you said he cares about you, so I highly doubt it. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Look at how you're reacting. Look," she motioned to the explosions occurring at his palms. "I just don't want anyone to get hurt, they took care of me aft—"

Bakugo interrupted her, a howl of sarcastic laughter escaping his lips. "You don't want anyone to get hurt, Kou? Guess what? You're already hurt! Don't say they looked after you, because clearly, they didn't. How many fucking years?"

"My whole life," she trailed off, a sigh escaping her lips. "Katsuk—"

"I need fucking time," he said, not turning to face her, he was hurt. "Just know I don't hate you, okay? Shitty weird eyes."

Kourin watched as he slammed the door of her room shut, and she knew he was angry. And he had the right to be. She plopped back onto her bed, covering her face with a pillow as she let out a frustrated scream. From angry and scolding to kisses and secrets, but how did it end up like this within an hour and half? Her training sessions lasted longer. She fought the urge not to cry as she imagined that the ash blond boy would never forgive her.

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Todoroki had been constantly visiting the brunette for the past two days, and even though he and anyone who visited was informed she was healing an unprecedented rates, he still thought her to be unconscious so gripping the bouquet of flowers in his hand, he didn't think twice about not knocking. When he opened the door, he expected to see her peaceful sleeping face, but instead he was met with an awake, half naked Kourin. Lucky for him, her back was turned and so he quickly closed the door and chose to wait outside. When he placed his hand over his chest, his heartbeat was erratic. She has so many scars.. Because of them. Once he composed his thoughts, he knocked on her door.

In a matter of seconds the door swung open, part of her wished it was the ash blond but she could already tell it wasn't, "Sho," her lips curved upwards into a smile, "nice to see you, icyhot."

Dropping the bouquet onto the floor, he engulfed her into a hug and buried his face into the crook of her neck. "I thought I lost you," he uttered out, tightening his grip around her waist.

Seeing the usually reserved male act like that made her think about what Bakugo had said to her. She didn't think about how her death would affect other people. "I'm sorry," she mumbled into his shoulder as she rubbed his back comfortingly. And they stayed like that for another ten minutes, being in each other's arms made them feel better but for different reasons. Being in his arms almost made her forget the fact that her best friend was angry at her.

"Yagami-Chan, everything's almost re— oh.." Recovery Girl stopped mid sentence as her hues landed on the hugging teens, "your release papers are almost done. I'll be back around thirty minutes or so."

Both shyly pulled apart and an awkward silence enveloped the pair before Todoroki cleared his throat, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "I'm glad to see you're better. And you're getting released soon," he picked up the bouquet he'd dropped and held it in front of her. "These are for you. I got you all of them because I didn't know what you'd like."

"If they're from you, I love it. But if you really want to know, then, I like cherry blossoms," she told him. "Yeah, I was going to have Chisa and Adan pick me up, I can only image how they'll react."

"Let me drop you home, please." Todoroki offered, almost pleading with her.

"Why not?" Kourin mumbled, "well, we have thirty minutes until then. What do you want to do Sho—"

He didn't know what came over him, but for once, he listened to his heart and what his heart had told him to do. And right now, his heart yearned for her. After all this time, he'd finally found her and few days into the school year he almost lost her, the one person he'd opened up to. His lips stayed connected with hers for a few minutes before he pulled away, a dark red blush adorning his cheeks. "I— I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.. Are you angry at me?"

"No.. no.. I just— why?" She felt guilty for kissing two guys in one day, feelings were a confusing thing. Kourin really don't know how to feel.

"I like you." Todoroki admitted bluntly, but when he realised the words he'd said, he covered his mouth. "Seeing you again made me think of memories and feelings I've had for you since you left. That's just how I feel, Kou. You don't need to do anything about it. Just knowing you know is enough for me."

"I don't know what to do with that sort of information.." Kourin admitted, a light blush on her cheeks.

"I really don't know why I did that.. It was irration—"

"I liked it," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing a light red.

Todoroki walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into the warmth of her neck once more. "Let's just stay like this for awhile." He whispered and tightened his grip around her waist. And they did. They stayed like that until the pro hero had come in again.

"Good news, Kourin, you're all ready to g— I'm so sorry." Recovery Girl rubbed the back of her neck, embarassed at the sight. "You're ready to go. If the pain gets worse, please come back and I'll prescribe some medicine for you, okay?"

"Of course, thank you." Kourin nodded and shot her a sympathetic smile as she wriggled out of the half and half boys arms. "C'mon, I thought you were going to escort me home?"

"I am," he said and laced their fingers together, leading her out of the hospital. It was a long walk home, but it gave the pair the opportunity to catch and tell funny stories. It gave them the opportunity to bond and Todoroki felt closer to her than ever. When they finally arrived at the dojo, a frown appeared on his face as he let go of her hand. "Come visit me sometime, preferable when he isn't around."

Nodding, she pressed her lips to his cheeks as she gave him a small smile. "See you tomorrow, Sho."

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this chapter is very important. ;)
daddy aizawa is the best. fucking
tense then lighthearted the next lol,
fucking mood change lel. bakubaby
has two more kisses than shouto WE
gon have to make that even, won't we?
damn katsuki baby. he jas needs time.
shouto's a bean. dis was a LOnG ch.