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Relationships: Danny Fenton & Timmy Turner, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Danny Fenton, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Timmy Turner, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Alfred Pennyworth, Timmy Turner & Dick Grayson
Words Count: 2,341
Chapter: 5/31
Summary: When the Turners finally cross the line and hurt him, Timmy, in tears, doesn't know who else to call but his only big brother figure, Danny Fenton.
Danny, who has been living between his friends' houses after his parents discovered his secret identity and tried to shoot him, ignores everything and goes to Timmy's rescue. As soon as he sees him, he decides then and there that his main task will be taken care of Timmy.
So, they abandon their dimensions, which are no longer safe for either of them, traveling to the place with the highest crime rate ever and showing up at the door of the richest man with a problem of adopting homeless children, who also leads a team of masked vigilantes to fight crime.
Or,
Timmy and Danny are adopted by Bruce Wayne and become part of the most dysfunctional and unique family. In the process, they create chaos.
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The beat of a cane against the cliffâs rocky ground rang behind him. Verso tensed, knowing before he turned who had come.
How did Verso get his scar?
For @whumptober No.31: Rescued by the Enemy, @ailesswhumptober Alt.5: No-win scenario, @angstober Day 31: Close the door.
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Verso stood perched at the top of a cliff near Fallen Leaves, gazing at the moon lighting up the night like a faraway lantern. His mind played over and over the exchange heâd had with the faceless extension of his mother a few days prior. She hadnât reacted well when heâd broached the subject of her real family outside the canvas, and turned downright threatening when he begged her to leave. More worrying had been the way her mind jumped throughout the conversation. How she began sentences only to stop halfway, looked confusedly around, asking where they were, or why that painting had been brought down from the Manorâs walls. Worse, sheâd stopped recognising him entirely at one point, accusing Verso of being a trick from Renoir. Verso wished he could believe the faceless vessel he spoke to was the cause of her apparent confusion. He couldn't. Alineâs awareness through her faceless body was limited, but even then, it had never acted so erratically before.Â
Verso knew the truth was much simpler: as Clea had warned, his mother was getting worse. To the point where the state of her body outside the canvas was affecting her mind.
He looked at the expeditionâs complement below, only visible through the dancing light of their campfire. A clear spring sparkled nearby, offering vital water to the group. He knew without checking that their guard wouldnât have anything to report tonight. Verso had already destroyed all the Nevrons in the area and freed the path towards the next zone. This time, he wouldnât lead them to run in circles or force them to retreat to a last bastion with the grandis until the end of their year. This time, he would guide them to an axon, and give its power to the Curator.
The beat of a cane against the cliffâs rocky ground rang behind him. Verso tensed, knowing before he turned who had come.
âVerso,â his father greeted.
âPapa,â he nodded back.
His father's silhouette stood out like a proud gargoyle on the ridgeline. There was a strange light in his gaze when he observed Verso. It reminded him of the time he had bargained with Clea to finish a still life heâd struggled with, in exchange for some of his pocket money. It was the look of a parent who caught their child red-handed and complacently waited for them to admit their wrongs.
Just like then, the look made Verso curl his toes in a desire to disappear underground. His wings shuffled closer, and he had to consciously stop the appendages from hiding his face. He forced them to settle and displayed a placid smile. His father had no reason to know his plan.
The man gazed at the campfire below. âHow are this year's expeditioners coming along?â
âSome died on the way here, but most of them made it thanks to their healers. Seeing their groundwork, theyâll likely survive the rest of the year.â Verso let a lie roll on his tongue. âI am thinking of directing them to The Crows.â It was close enough to Visage that his father wouldn't notice before it was too late.
A frown met his declaration. âIt would be safer to eliminate them.â
Verso shook his head. âThere is no need. They barely have a few months left, and their defences ensure Nevrons wonât take them.â
His father's wings rose as he sent him a sharp look. âTheir defences? Or you?â
Verso flinched, feathers flattening under the urge to appear smaller.Â
Renoir's gaze softened, wings falling back. âNevrons in the surrounding areas have been thoroughly eradicated.â His stare rested heavily on Verso. âYou usually do not go to such lengths."
Verso forced his tensed muscles to relax despite the unease swirling in his stomach. He smiled. âI needed to warm up.â
From the look of it, his father wasnât convinced. Between the stillness of the fingers clenched on his cane, and his wings glinting like steel under the moonlight, he could have been mistaken for a statue. The illusion broke as he blinked and visibly relaxed his shoulderline, offering Verso another chance to explain himself. âWater is hard to find in Fallen Leaves. A few days ago, these expeditioners were dying.â
 âSounds like they got lucky,â Verso answered, careful to keep on his careless smirk. He would have to disappoint his father. Even if Renoir had caught on to his behavior, he couldn't tell him the full truth.Â
âVerso. Do not lie to me.â His father stepped forward, resting a calloused hand on Verso's shoulder. Stern eyes caught Versoâs evading gaze. âThis expedition was dying. Your arrival didn't stop their advance, it brought it back.â
Verso let his smile fall, trapped. âI led them to the water, yes. What difference does it make if they die now or in a month? Their chroma will return to Maman all the same.â He leaned into his fatherâs hold, pleading. âPlease give them that.â
Already, he could feel the half-truth he had fed his father at work, Renoir's features agitated by conflicted feelings. A mix of bitterness and sweetness filled his mouth at the successful deception. Renoir did not need to know that Versoâs intentions went beyond wanting the expeditioners to survive their last miserable months. He did not need to know Verso intended to lead them further into Visage's lair; not to lead them to their death like he had in the past, but to use the axonsâ power for his own gain.
His father had always been weak to his childrenâs pleas. Renoir released his shoulder with a squeeze. âAs you wish.â
After a last glance at Verso, he took off, dark feathers and black coat melting into the night. A tension Verso hadnât realised had accumulated in his chest released itself, and he let his spine slouch forward. Verso knew he was on thin ice. Renoir would observe them and notice soon enough that Versoâs interference went beyond distraction and protection.
Still, he had to try. The expedition needed to push further north, beyond Fallen Leaves, beyond the sea. They had to take down Visage.
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When Izuku and Kacchan are fighting a villain, Kacchan gets hurt. As horrible as that is, Izuku is a little glad he can finally take care of Kacchan the way he's always wanted to.
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Getting paired up with Kacchan on disaster assistance was the highlight of his week. He didnât like that there had been an earthquake near Musutafu, and he hated seeing all the people in peril who needed help, but Aizawa-sensei assigning him and Kacchan together was definitely a silver lining that he could appreciate. Any time he could spend with Kacchan was time well spent. Sure, Kacchan had loudly protested, and only conceded when Aizawa-sensei hadnât allowed him to switch as he said that theyâd been paired up for a reason, but that didnât matter. He was pretty sure that Kacchan wouldâve complained no matter who he was paired up with. He had always been so independent. It was one of the many reasons Izuki loved him. A-as a friend. Yes, definitely as a friend, and not anything else. Totally.
âYou better fucking keep up with me, nerd, or Iâm gonna leave your ass in the dust.â Kacchan growled as they started to run to their assigned area.
âDonât worry about me, Kacchan, Iâll stay right by your side.â Izuku said with a bright smile.
Kacchan just glared at him. âThere is nothing in this world that could make me worry about you, Deku.â
Izukuâs smile didnât falter. Heâd known Kacchan long enough to know when he was speaking seriously, and when he wasnât. As serious as Kacchan was, he often spoke in hyperbole, always had ever since they were little.
They spent the first few minutes looking for any injured people in their area, theyâd been given orders to clear three blocks of any civilians and/or get anyone injured to medical attention. The sound of smashing glass then caught their attention.
âThe hell was that?â Kacchan muttered.
âIt wasnât an aftershock, weâd feel the ground shaking if it was, so it canât be the result of anything having to do with the earthquake.â Izuku murmured.
âI know what the fuck it isnât, Deku, we need to find out what it is, you idiot!â Kacchan snapped at him. Izuku didnât take it personally, he knew Kacchan was really stressed about this. As much as he liked to portray that his only reason for becoming a hero was to be the best, to be even better than All Might, Izuku still knew that deep down Kacchan wanted to save people too. It was a part of who he was, even if it didnât seem like it all the time.
Izukuâs eyes searched, and landed on a man climbing through a clearly broken window into what appeared to be a jewelry store. âThere!â
Without waiting for him or anything else, Kacchan started running straight towards the man.
âWait, Kacchan, no, we need a plan of attack!â Izuku said, tearing off after him anyways.
âI have a plan. Attack.â Kacchan growled back as he leapt through the broken window.
Izuku felt the familiar rush of power that accompanied activating One-for-All, his body beginning to crackle slightly with green lightning. He followed Kacchan inside the store to see the man heâd seen stuffing the necklaces into his jacket. Clearly, this was a crime of opportunity, and Izuku hated seeing people take advantage of othersâ distress.
âHands up, you dumb bastard!â Kacchan shouted, his hands already sparking off.
The man turned, obviously startled by their presence, as heâd most likely been expecting the heroes to focus on where the damage was rather than the side streets theyâd been assigned.
âWhat the? Who the hell are you brats?â
âDynamight and Deku, fuckwad!â Kacchan shouted back. Izukuâs heart secretly fluttered just a little as he heard his and Kacchanâs hero names sounding so wonderful together, especially in Kacchanâs gorgeous voice.
âWeâre gonna take you down!â Izuku yelled.
âThe hell you will!â The man shouted, and he extended his arm towards them.
The manâs quirk was easily revealed as spikes of all lengths started to shoot out of the manâs wrist. Almost seamlessly, they instinctively began to work together, just as they had done during the final exam, proving that they truly were two sides of the same coin. Izuku tried firing his snap wind attacks, trying to catch the man off balance, while Kacchan expertly put him on the defense to keep backing him into the wall. Together they flew, moving as one unit, when Kacchan dodged, Izuku fired his air pressure snaps, and when Izuku dove underneath a display case to shield himself, Kacchan got in close, trying to blow the man up. As much as Kacchan didnât like working with him, it was easy to see that they did work ridiculously well together. While Izuku never lost focus on the man in front of him, he couldnât help but stare a little at Kacchan as he moved in tandem with Izuku. Kacchan was a warrior, yet also a dancer who moved with beauty and grace, and Izuku loved being here to watch him move so expertly.
Suddenly, the world seemed to slow down as Kacchan jumped into the air, his arm outstretched, his hand ready to pull the pin out of his grenade. As he saw Kacchan move, Izuku saw a small spike protruding from the underside of Kacchanâs right gauntlet that Kacchan couldnât see. Immediately, he started to reach for Kacchan, to scream at him to stop. But before Izuku could even get his voice to work, Kacchan had already pulled the pin.
BOOM!
A blast of hot air hit him in the chest and threw him off his feet. He flew through the air for a moment before he crashed into something hard behind him, his vision going spotty as he slid down to the ground. He wanted to get up, he wanted to run to Kacchan, but instead his eyes just closed and he passed out.
His ears rang painfully as Izuku managed to open his eyes. He groaned lightly without being able to hear it as his blurred vision tried to justify itself. Izuku wasnât sure how long it took before his mind finally got the cobwebs out and he came back to himself. Everything about him hurt, and he could feel what must have been over a dozen bruises all over his body, but heâd had worse, so he forced himself up. He leaned against the wall to steady himself and looked around, seeing debris all around him. The jewelry store⌠the building must have come down around them from the force of the explosion from Kacchanâs gauntlet misfiring.
Oh god, Kacchan! Forcing himself forward despite the pain, Izuku stumbled to where heâd last seen Kacchan.
âKacchan!â Izuku coughed as he shouted for his friend, dust trying to get down his throat as he walked. âKacchan, where are you?â
Silence.
Izukuâs heart twisted in fear when Kacchan didnât answer. What if something had happened when Izuku was unconscious? What if Kacchan had gotten kidnapped again? What if heâd gotten killed? God, Izuku couldnât fathom it. Kacchan was just as much a part of him as his left arm was. He couldnât lose Kacchan, he just couldnât.
âKacchan! Come on, answer me!â Izuku shouted, trying to search through the debris for any sign of his friend.
His blood ran cold when he saw lots of dots of red splattered over the floor. Izukuâs mind raced as he followed the red trail, his stomach twisting with dread as horrible images of Kacchanâs broken body flashed through his head. No, please, no, god, there was so much bloodâŚ
Izuku gasped as he came upon a pair of black boots lying still on the ground, and he immediately lurched forward, moving the body they were attached to to see who it was. A few tears ran down his cheeks as he realized that these belonged to the man who had been robbing the store. He ripped his glove off and felt at the manâs throat. He sighed heavily as he didnât feel a pulse, and he saw some of the manâs own spikes embedded in his flesh. The force of the explosion must have sent the spikes back into him. It was a tragedy, and Izuku wished it hadnât turned out like this, but his mind quickly drifted back to Kacchan. He needed to find his friend, he couldnât waste any time. The potential for Kacchan to be injured was just too high.
He searched through the wreckage as carefully as he could, trying to determine any load bearing debris as he worked, using his quirk to help him dislodge what rubble he could. âKacchan, come on, please answer me! Please! Anything! Just let me know youâre alive!â
His only answer was an eerie silence that terrified him. Kacchan never went that long without making noise.
Izukuâs heart pounded with fear in his chest, a vice twisting around his chest in the same way heâd felt that night at the training camp. âPlease, Kacchan, please say something, donât be gone, please let me find you, please!â
When he finally saw a glimpse of a green glove, he shrieked âKacchan!â, and Izuku felt his instincts scream at him to get to Kacchan. His hands started shaking as he removed the rubble that was caging Kacchan in, and finally, after lifting a chunk of debris that must have been almost as big as Izuku himself, he finally saw the crumpled form of his dear friend. âOh god, no, Kacchan!â
Kacchan lay upon a giant piece of rubble, slightly curled on his right side, lying in a pool of blood. Izuku immediately reached for Kacchanâs throat, and a shuddered sigh passed his lips as he felt a weak but steady pulse beating against his fingers. Izuku forced himself to calm down so he could properly triage Kacchan. Right now, his friend needed calm, and he needed support, and right now, Izuku was the only one who could give him that. Focus, Izuku, focus.
Izukuâs eyes were immediately drawn to Kacchanâs right arm, his silky skin embedded with horrible shrapnel. His right arm was soaked in blood, and took top priority. A quick glance showed that this was the most serious of the many wounds on Kacchanâs body, so he just slipped his hands underneath Kacchanâs chest and knees. Heâd carry Kacchan to safety if it killed him.
A soft moan followed, and he realized that the movement must have woken Kacchan.
âWha⌠de-deku?â
âShh, youâre alright.â Izuku whispered, taking a moment to softly stroke Kacchanâs golden hair. Kacchan usually never let him get close enough to touch him, and he knew that Kacchan liked it even if he wouldnât admit it. Heâd seen Kirishima do it last week when Kacchan had a headache, and heâd seen that small smile on Kacchanâs face, even if he probably wasnât meant to. Sure, Kacchan probably didnât know that Izuku had been watching him, but heâd seen that Kacchan was clearly in pain, so he just wanted to check on his friend. It was nothing more, really. âDonât move, Kacchan, Iâve got you.â
âWhat⌠happened?â Kacchan groaned, coughing a little. Probably from the dust, just as Izuku had.
âYour gauntlet misfired.â Izuku said simply. âYou got hurt.â
Kacchan just made a pained noise in response.
âShh, Kacchan, itâs alright, Iâm going to take care of you.â Izuku said. Heâd always wanted to do this, to be able to be close enough to take care of Kacchan, but heâd never been allowed before. âIâm going to get you to safety.â
Kacchan weakly shoved at him with his left arm. âI donât need you, Deku.â Kacchan then tried to move and push himself up, but he didnât even get off the ground before he shrieked in pain and collapsed again.
Izuku didnât say anything for a moment. Kacchan glared at him. He tried again, trying to get up himself, but Kacchan just collapsed with another agonizing shout. It hurt Izukuâs heart to hear Kacchanâs beautiful voice exude such agony, but he knew his Kacchan. He had to try it himself before he let anyone even think about helping. As much as Izuku loved how independent Kacchan could be, sometimes, it was really frustrating to watch as Kacchan put himself through agony to prove a point Izuku already knew.
This time, Kacchan stayed down, panting heavily. Izuku knew that Kacchan would never verbally ask for help, especially not from him, but he knew that Kacchan not trying to stand again was his way of saying that he needed Izukuâs help. Izuku knew him better than anyone, he understood what Kacchanâs nonverbal behaviors meant, even if Kacchan himself didnât know. Honestly, though, Kacchan had no choice but to accept Izukuâs help. He couldnât even stand on his own. Izukuâd always wanted Kacchan to want him, to want him around, to want Izuku to take care of him, and he secretly hoped that maybe this would finally show to Kacchan that Izuku was the person who he would want when he was in trouble, when he needed someone to help him.
Gently, Izuku reached out and again stroked Kacchanâs satiny golden hair in an effort to be soothing. Kacchan swatted his hand away, but he could sense Kacchanâs strength waning. âDonât⌠donât touch me⌠Deku.â
âKacchan, youâre badly hurt, and right now, Iâm all youâve got.â Izuku said, getting a little frustrated that Kacchan was acting like this even when he was so hurt. âIâm going to take care of you whether you like it or not.â
Kacchan just glared at him, but he could see the pain Kacchan was trying to keep hidden. Kacchan was so silly sometimes, trying to hide something that Izuku could so clearly see. But he knew that Kacchan had a really hard time being vulnerable, especially in front of Izuku, so he didnât call Kacchan out on it. After all, it would just lead to another argument.
âI know you donât like being touched, Kacchan, but youâre really hurt, and I need to do this.â Izuku said softly but firmly, and he resumed his position of grabbing Kacchan under his knees and chest. He started to lift, but he froze when Kacchan shrieked loudly in his ear.
âWha- Kacchan, whatâs wrong?â Izuku asked frantically. Kacchan would never scream like that unless he couldnât hold it back.
âRight⌠side.â Kacchan gasped quietly, pain evident in every syllable. âSomething⌠shifted.â
Izuku immediately set Kacchan back down, and rolled Kacchan over a bit, making Kacchan make a soft whimpering sound in the back of his throat. Izuku gasped as he saw what Kacchan must have felt. It had been hidden by Kacchanâs first position, but there was a metal rod sticking into Kacchanâs body, right above his hip. That must have been why there was so much pooled blood. Ohh, not good, not good. He set Kacchan back down, causing another gasp of pain.
âKacchan, youâve- thereâs a steel rod, itâs stabbed into you.â Izuku explained, trying to keep panic out of his voice. Kacchan met his eyes, and he saw a fear in Kacchanâs beautiful crimson eyes that he hadnât seen in a long time. They both knew that if the rod was displaced before they reached medical assistance that Kacchan would bleed out. And Izuku wasnât willing to risk trying to break the rod, because the probability of making the wound worse was too high. Which meant that Izuku couldnât carry Kacchan to safety without the potential of killing him.
Oh, god.
Okay, focus, Izuku, Kacchanâs terrified and he needs you. Youâre the only one who can help him right now. Just like a dark part of him secretly wanted, though he always pushed that part of him down as far as it could go.
âOkay, I need to stop the bleeding on your arm.â Izuku thought out loud, so he could let Kacchan know what he was about to do so he could prepare himself. He could hear the subtle hitches in Kacchanâs breathing, they both knew this was gonna be painful. Be strong, Izuku. For Kacchan.
âI-Iâll be right back, Kacchan.â Izuku stuttered a little, hating to leave his precious Kacchan like this, scared and in pain, but he had to do this to save his best friend. âIâm going to see if this place has a first aid kit. Just-just call me if you need me.â
Izuku felt like he was tearing his heart in half, having to leave Kacchan alone for even a second while he was hurting and scared, but he forced himself to stand up anyways. His head swam a little as he did, his own injuries screaming at him for attention, but heâd had worse so he forced himself to ignore it. His own set of bruises was nothing in comparison, his poor Kacchan was in agony and as long as Kacchan hurt, Izukuâs pain didnât matter.
Thankfully, whoever had run this place was thinking logically, and when Izuku finally found the remnants of a register, he also found a small first aid kit tucked away along with some tape. Knowing this would be the best he got, he immediately returned to his Kacchan. He flipped open the kit, and examined its contents, looking for very specific equipment. His heart calmed a little when he found tweezers and a small spray bottle of isopropyl alcohol, the two things he needed most right now. Okay, he could do this. Kachhan would be okay. Kacchan would be okay.
First things first, Izuku found a couple of ibuprofen tablets, and popped them out of their blister packs. Before he could put these to Kachhanâs mouth, Kacchanâs left hand snatched them away from him, and he dry swallowed the pills. It wouldnât be nearly enough to stop the pain he was in, but Izuku hoped it would help. After all, the only real reason Kacchan wouldâve done that was because he was in so much pain he couldnât wait for Izukuâs gentleness.
âKacchan, I have to clean the blood off, pull the fragments out, and then disinfect the wounds.â Izuku said, his voice shaking a little. Kacchan glared up at him, and yet Izuku, knowing Kacchan as well as he did, could still see the fear hidden in those beautiful crimson eyes.
âFuck, just- fucking do it already.â Kacchan muttered, pain so horribly evident in Kacchanâs gorgeous voice. âI can take it.â
That Izuku knew. After everything theyâd gone through, Izuku knew just how far Kacchan could push himself. But knowing that didnât make it any easier. He took the paper first aid guide and held it up to Kacchanâs mouth. âHere, bite down on this.â
At first it looked like Kacchan wasnât going to, but after a moment of hesitation, Kacchan slowly moved to bite down on the booklet. It wasnât nearly enough, but it was the best they had. Izuku then maneuvered himself carefully to be slightly above, slightly next to Kacchan without him needing to move so Izuku could get at Kacchanâs whole arm. Even though Kacchan made a noise of protest, Izuku gently picked up Kacchanâs arm and placed it in his lap. Izuku knew the protest was just the pain, so he didnât pay it any heed.
Izuku then pulled off his gloves, setting them aside. The kit didnât have any rubber gloves to replace them, but his somewhat clean hands were better than his dirty gloves touching Kacchanâs silky, torn skin. All that was in the kit that Izuku could use was those little alcohol pads so he just tore one open. He carefully brought them to Kacchanâs shoulder, and took a deep breath.
Slowly, meticulously, Izuku then swiped the little pad down Kacchanâs bicep. It didnât do much since it was so small, but he did his best. It was mere minutes before the pad was soaked with Kacchanâs blood, so he just tossed it aside and got another. As Izuku worked, Kacchan made little noises of pain when the pad hit an open wound, tiny lacerations that were hidden by the blood so thoroughly plastered to his skin, but Izuku kept going. He had to.
âItâs gonna be alright Kacchan, shh, I know it hurts, but youâre doing so well, Iâve got you.â
It felt like hours were passing as Izuku swiped at the blood on Kacchanâs arms, the little pads easily getting overwhelmed by the amount of blood. His heart was thundering in his chest as he saw every new cut, how deep some of the fragments were embedded into Kacchanâs touchable skin. He wished he could touch Kacchan like this when he wasnât grievously wounded. As he wiped off the blood, he counted the lacerations as he found them, cataloging where it was and approximately how long it was. He didnât think heâd ever been so grateful for his ability to pay so intense attention to detail.
After five eternities, Izuku finally finished with Kacchanâs arm as clean as he could get it. There were still spots of dried blood, but he didnât try getting them. He didnât want the attempt to aggravate Kacchanâs existing cuts and add to his obvious agony.
Now for the hard part.
Izukuâs hands were shaking as he picked up the tweezers after using the last of the alcohol pads to do his best to sterilize his hands. He met Kacchanâs eyes, as if nonverbally preparing him for what was to come. Kacchanâs eyes were filled with a resignation heâd never seen before, one that made Izuku almost feel the agony Kacchan was feeling inside, and then, Kacchan nodded. Izuku took another deep breath, and nodded back, understanding.
As Izuku moved determinedly, the shakiness in his hands slowed to a stop. He couldnât afford to have shaky hands right now. Again, he started at Kacchanâs shoulder, working his way down to his forearm. Izukuâs heart and stomach lurched as he pulled the tiny pieces of shrapnel from Kacchanâs perfect body. Kacchan couldnât stop himself from crying out whenever Izuku found one that was resistant to his gentle pulls, and gasping when the pieces finally slid out. Izuku had to look away from Kacchanâs face, unable to take the tears streaming down his cheeks. Kacchan was hurting so bad, and while he knew this was for Kacchanâs own good, that Kacchan had given him permission, that didnât make him feel any less terrible about the pain he was causing his poor, poor Kacchan.
âYouâre doing great, Kacchan, youâre doing great.â Izuku murmured, almost unaware of the words he was saying as he was so focused on his task. âJust a few more, just a few more, youâre doing great, Kacchan, almost there, almost there.â
Izukuâs movements became repetitive, tweezing the next piece of shrapnel, pulling it out as gently as he could, putting the very end of the tweezers into his mouth, then grabbing a piece of gauze from the kit and covering the wound with it, and finally, using the tape he found to keep the gauze secured to Kacchanâs wounds. A small pile of shrapnel was forming beside them as Izuku carefully extracted the twisted metal. But as hard as he tried to keep himself focused on his only job, taking care of Kacchan, his ears couldnât help but be tormented by Kacchanâs moans and whimpers of pain as Izuku worked. Izukuâs heart was tearing itself into pieces knowing he was the cause of Kacchanâs pain, regardless of circumstances. He just knew that Kacchan was hurting, Kacchan was scared, and that meant Izuku was hurting too.
Finally, the fourteen Izuku had originally counted was down to one, and Izuku pulled it out with a tug, tug, tug. Kacchanâs voice cracked on the last tug as the shrapnel finally came loose, and he quickly taped down the last piece of gauze.
âThere we go, okay, Kacchan, that was the last one, youâre done, youâre so brave Kacchan, youâre done, you were amazing.â Izuku murmured, brushing his hand through Kacchanâs hair again. âIâve got some bandages in my pocket, Iâll wrap your arm and then Iâll go for help okay?â
It took three heartbeats for Kacchan to nod weakly, his eyes only half open. His level of compliance terrified Izuku.
âWeâre almost done, Kacchan, you just gotta stay with me, okay?â Izuku said, pulling the bandages out of his pocket. âYou gotta stay awake. Just a few more minutes. Stay awake, Kacchan, come on, stay awake.â
Kacchanâs eyelids fluttered precariously.
Izuku gulped nervously. He grabbed Kacchanâs arm, and even though heâd tried to be gentle, the movement itself must have been too much for Kacchanâs loose grip on consciousness, and he watched in horror as Kacchanâs eyes closed and didnât open again. Izukuâs fingers immediately went back to Kacchanâs throat, but when he found a weak but steady pulse that was going too fast for his liking, he took another deep breath, trying to calm down. Kacchan must have just passed out from the pain, which wasnât ideal but it also wasnât fatal, so he took what he got. As much as he wanted Kacchan to be giving him attention, any kind of attention, he didnât bother trying to wake Kacchan up, thinking it would waste valuable time. The medics could do that when they were helping him once they got here.
Izukuâs fingers nimbly began to wrap Kacchanâs arm as quickly as he could without losing the efficacy. He just had to do this so the gauze would stay in place, just in case blood weakened the tape with its moisture, and then he could go run for help. Swathes of white soon covered Kacchanâs arm, Izuku making sure that the bandages were tight but not too tight, covering the gauze properly so it wouldnât be disturbed. Class 1-A had been given basic first aid training after Aizawa-sensei had recovered from the USJ, so he just pulled up the instructions in his head and followed them. Thankfully, had just enough bandages to cover the important parts, his knot stopping just shy of Kacchanâs wrist. He put another couple pieces of tape over the bandages and then stood up.
âIâm going to go get help, Kacchan.â Izuku said, knowing that Kacchan couldnât hear him, but he couldnât just leave without saying goodbye. He walked out of the jewelry store, checking to see if there was anyone else. The street was just as empty as it had been before, and he went to step forward, wanting to do what heâd always wanted to do and help Kacchan.
But something stopped him. He took one more look at Kacchan, who was still lying unconscious on the ground. The dark part of his heart whispered in his head, whispered that there had been something else heâd always wanted to do⌠and right now he had a chance to do it. He doubted heâd ever get a chance again, at least not for years. So even though his logical mind told him to stop, his heart had him going back to Kacchan.
Izuku knelt in front of Kacchan, looking for any sign of consciousness. When there wasnât any, calloused fingers cupped Kacchanâs cheek, brushing his thumb over Kacchanâs satin skin. Kacchan was so beautiful, even when injured. Izuku could touch Kacchan every day for the rest of their lives and heâd never get tired of it. He longed for a day when Kacchan realized that his show of independence wouldnât be necessary for him, that Izuku understood him in a way that no one else ever could. That Izuku loved him more than his own life, that Kacchanâs happiness mattered so much to Izuku that heâd sacrifice anything just to see Kacchan smile. In the deepest, darkest part of his heart, Izuku knew that Kacchan would be with him eventually. Izuku just had to keep trying, he just had to keep getting Kacchanâs attention any way he knew how.
Izukuâs free hand brushed through Kacchanâs golden hair again, savoring the feeling as he knew he wouldnât get the chance for a while. When sunlight streamed through the windows in the dorms, Izuku could just stare at how Kacchanâs hair glowed in the light for hours as Kacchan sleepily made himself breakfast. It was his favorite part of the mornings, why he always tried to secretly align his schedule with Kacchanâs, so he could see it every chance he could.
But Izukuâs favorite thing to stare at was Kacchanâs lips. Secretly, whenever he was alone and no one could ever catch him, heâd imagine what it felt like to be kissed by those plump, full lips. Izuku could daydream for hours just imagining Kacchanâs lips pressed against his, his hands roving over Izukuâs body, their bodies pressed so closely together. And every time heâd tell himself that he just had to be patient, that heâd convince Kacchan how good theyâd be together, that he was so sure that Kacchan actually really cared about him rather than the angry mask he put on. He just had to give Kacchan time. But right now, with Kacchan unconscious and left completely alone with him, Izuku didnât have to be patient.
There was a spark of electricity within him as soon as Izuku pressed his lips against Kacchanâs, his heart singing with the thrill of being able to kiss Kacchan. Sure, heâd prefer that Kacchan was awake and willing, but this was more than enough for now. Izuku deepened the kiss against Kacchanâs slack lips, being selfish for once in his life. Kacchanâs lips were so much better than heâd imagined, soft and luscious and addictive. Izuku could happily spend a week just like this, kissing Kacchanâs perfect lips, even giving up food and water as much as he could just to spend more time with Kacchan loving him the way that Izuku knew he would, that he did.
Izuku pulled back immediately when Kacchan stirred, making a soft moan. Izuku scanned his face for any sign of waking, but Kacchan went still after that. Even though he was unconscious, Kacchan must have felt the same spark of electricity at their kiss that Izuku did.
âI love you too, Kacchan.â Izuku breathlessly whispered. âIâm going to save you.â
With his lips still tingling, Izuku stood up again, and took off to find the first paramedic he could. He was lightheaded and a little dizzy, but he was sure it had nothing to do with his own injuries (mostly), just feeling such an intense high of having fulfilled a lifelong dream of actually kissing Kacchan. And just as he promised he would, he would save Kacchan, no matter what. Heâd save him from whatever threat ever came their way, no matter how vast or how cruel.
Nothing would ever keep him from Kacchanâs side again, not even Kacchan himself.
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