I tried something new and a little out of my comfort zone! Iâm on a MHA X Readers Discord and participated in a server wide prompt with wonderful writers like @liliesoftherain !!! Itâs not my best piece, and Iâll probably further change it down the road!
This is an Aizawa x Reader Soumate AU where they share pain. Warnings: descriptions of pain!
"We should probably get up." You said quietly. Aizawa gave you no response as he furrowed into the blankets.
Your hand slowly ran through his hair. He must've enjoyed the methodical detangling, because he seemed to relax further into your side. You found yourself dozing off again mere minutes later, draw in by the lure of sleep.
When the alarm went off, it was so loud. As if it was right next to your ear rather than across the room. You tried to sit up, but his arms stayed firm around your waist.
"Sho, let's get going." You mumbled, trying to wiggle from his grasp.
"I don't have to go in until eleven, I can make you breakfast and coffee to go." You said softly, leaning to place a kiss on his forehead. His response was almost immediate as he let you. You chuckled softly to yourself, sitting up and placing your feet softly on the ground. It was cold.
When you finally stood, you made your way to the bedroom door. Halfway through, you started to yawn, stretching backwards and stumbling slightly.
You were now completely awake, thanks to the pain of stubbing your toe which shot up your leg. You hopped one foot as tears sprung to your eyes.
"Watch where you're going." A grumble came from behind you. Shouta's languid body was emerging from the covers. You smiled sheepishly.
When your soulmate bond emerged, it was the second year of high school. You were at the mall with your mother. You had collapsed, screaming as a fiery pain ripped through your abdomen. You mother nearly had a conniption when she had taken you to the ER only for them to say it was 'only her soulmate, ma'am.' You had learned he had gotten stabbed while working as a sidekick for a hero during that time. You had gotten feint scarring from it, just like the time you had split you head open on the sink. There was a feint scar barely visible on his hairline.
"This is the first time we've had breakfast together in a while, hasn't it?" You asked, setting the two plates of eggs and toast down on the table. He entered the room in complete hero gear, a stack of graded tests under his arm. He looked tired, but he had definitely been in worse states before.
"This smells good." He said, sitting down in the chair across from you. You watched with a smile as he leaned close to the meal subconsciously. His eyes were hooded as the steam from the eggs wafted to his face.
"Here's the coffee." You said with a smile, setting it carefully front of you. He murmured a 'thank you' as he began to eat.
The two of you relished in each other's company for a moment. You stifled a yawn between bites, and he broke the silence.
"I'll be home late today. I'm behind on paperwork and need to stay a little bit longer than normal. You shrugged.
âIâll stay a little later too then. Then we can have dinner together. â
He smirked softly, nodding as he ate. He took a drink of his coffee, and you flinched as your tongue burned. You scoffed.
âWhy do you drink it when itâs still so hot?!â You exclaimed with a laugh. He just laughed, gathering his things as he got ready to leave. You cleaned his plate off for him.
âI love you, Sho!â You called as he headed out the door. He waved.
You arrived to the office, coffee in hand. Your supervisor immediately greeted you with a smile.
"I have two possible commissions in line for you. I was emailed this morning. Before you start on anything else, could you check on those and give them a reply?"
It started right then. Though strain on the body was a different type of pain, it was pain nonetheless. You could usually tell when Aizawa was fighting, or putting himself through a form of exercise.
You furrowed your brows. Why was he fighting? He's at school. He didn't say anything about sparring with the students today.
"Can you do that for me, (Y/n)?"
You turned to your supervisor and smiled.
"Ah, sorry, of course I can." You said happily. She smiled.
"I appreciate that, it helps me out a lot." She said, and you headed to your desk.
The persistent feeling that he was fighting didn't leave. And it only seemed to go on. After about ten minutes of the continuous strain, you were beginning to get worried.
Shouldn't he be done, if it's only a sparring match? Surely a student couldn't match with him for this long....
You pulled out your phone, dialing Hizashi's number. Worry was getting to you.
"Well look who it is! What can I do for ya, listener?!" He exclaimed. You chuckled at his enthusiasm, always expecting it from him.
Before you could speak, your elbow alit with a searing pain. It happened suddenly, causing you to audibly react. Your desk mates raised their brows at you as you phone clattered on the desk.
The pain radiated from your elbow, and started creeping upwards. Your hand clenched into a fist as you struggled to stay quiet. Despite the pain, you were worried. You arm was hanging limp to your side now. Your elbow was unusable. This meant Aizawa was going through the same. Something was happening. Something bad.
You grappled for your phone.
"H-Hizashi." You murmured weakly. "Is everything alright? Is Shouta alright?"
"What do you mean, doll? He's alright. I talked to him this morning! I should be asking you if you're okay."
He seemed confused, and you were vaguely aware of your desk mates attempts to comfort you. One placed a hand on your shoulder as another called for your supervisor.
"He's in pain. I can feel it. Hizashi it hurts." You pressed.
There was a moment of silence.
"I'll go check. Would that be okay." He said seriously.
Suddenly, your legs gave out as a piercing pain ripped through your skull. You screamed, truly starting to cry. Not only for your pain, but Shouta's. Someone was causing him this pain.
The pain was indescribable. You've gotten a concussion from a car accident before. That was nothing compared to this. It was as if you were being slammed into a wall.
"Someone call an ambulance!" You supervisor called. She hovered nervously over you.
"Can you breathe? You need to tell me what's going on!" She said anxiously. You couldn't focus, not as you felt the tendons in your arms alight. You screeched, attempting to stand as someone held you back.
"If you're hurt miss, you need to stay sitting."
At this point, you were delirious, struggling to stand. Your fight or flight was activated when there was nothing you needed to run from.
Finally, you passed out as the paramedics arrived, the last thing you remember was the pressure in your head becoming too hard to handle.
Hizashi met you at the gates of UA as the sun began to set. You has spent nearly seven hours in the hospital, four of those hours unconscious.
The golden hue would've been beautiful, hadn't it been for circumstances. Hizashi greeted you with a nimble hug. He noticed the slight bruising around your eyes, and how dark purple shades were ebbing from under the collar of your shirt. He noticed how red your eyes were, and how hoarse your voice was.
"How's he doing?" You asked softly. He held his arm out, and you linked yours in it so he could lead the way.
"This is the worst shape I've seen him in. I'm thankful we have one of the best healers in the country at this school." Was all he said.
The halls of the school were empty, and it was harrowing to walk through them.
"He'll probably stay here overnight. That's what Recovery Girl wants."
"That's definitely what Sho doesn't want." You said with a chuckle. Finally, the walk ended in front of a door with the nurse's plaque glued to it. You gulped.
"Will he be alright?" You asked wistfully. "He-he was in so much pain. I've never felt anything like it."
"He fractured his skull, tore and broke nearly everything in one arm. The tendons of his elbow on the other arm were almost completely disintegrated. There may be permanent nerve damage."
He looked to you with a somber smile.
"But he's alive, and that's what matters."
You nodded, and he motioned to the door.
"I've been in there enough today. I'm just outside if you need me."
He walked down the hall a little ways, leaving you to stand in front of the door alone. You opened it quietly.
Aizawa was sitting up. That would've been the first good sign he he not had his entire face wrapped in bandages, and both arms in casts.
"Why hello there dearie!"
A small woman approached you with a cheery smile.
"You must be the little soulmate. Come, come, sit down. You've been through a lot today as well."
She ushered you into the seat next to Shouta's bed.
"I'll go get you some tea, my dear. I'll be right back."
When the door snapped close, there was a suffering silence.
"You look like shit." Was all you managed to say to him. You cursed your voice for cracking. He had warned you about this. He was a hero. He would get hurt.
"It's alright. It's okay to cry." He said softly. That triggered the water works. You wished you could hold him, or grab his hand, but it was impossible. You resorted to placing your face in your palms and breaking down.
"Sho, I could feel it. I could feel it all. You were in so much pain. And it just kept getting worse. I thought, I thought I was going to feel it." You sobbed.
'It' hung like an omen. It was unspoken, but he knew what you were referring to.
"I'm sorry you have to deal with this." He said quietly. You frowned, reaching a hand to gently cup his cheek.
"You're a hero. It's your job. We've talked about this. What matters right now is that you're alive. I'm alright. Those kids are alright." You said. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired. But, I'm glad you're okay." He said softly. His face was wrapped in bandages, but you knew he was okay.
You leaned over, placed a kiss on his bandaged cheek, he was okay. He would be okay.
