#blood thinner injection

[sanjar2014]

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[risingscorchingsuns]

extremely rare leon photo but im officially two weeks post op and check out my sickass fucking scar lmao

(feeling fine btw!! i dont even need my pain meds anymore, im just recovering stamina now <3)

[ablasphemyofpoets]

Enoxaparin injections suck so bad, it’s like I’m voluntarily giving myself a wasp sting in the stomach every night.

[froegs]

at the doctors so nervous

[sleepybirbies]

🦴 member of the broken bones club !

[ineffectualdemon]

Always read the leaflet that comes with a new prescription

In fact: always read it more than once

I got prescribed HRT because I'm on menopause inducing injections and am going to have a hysterectomy sometime in the near future and the hot flashes have been kinda hard to deal with

It's important to know that the prescribing doctor knew my medical history. We discussed it

Anyway I read the leaflet and note it says to talk to your doctor or a pharmacist if you have fibroids as the medicine can make those worse or come back

...my issue is fibroids so that was red flag number 1

Then I noticed it said to talk to your doctor or pharmacist if you are on blood thinners ...which I am

Red Flag number 2

I spoke to the pharmacist and he said it should be fine as they were rare complications but if I had issues to stop taking it and consult the prescriber

So I was going to take it but something told me to read the leaflet again

What I had missed under the "DO NOT TAKE IF:" section was the bit that said "do not take if you have EVER had a blood clot. Such as deep vein thrombosis or a pulmonary embolism

Chat: I nearly died of a pulmonary embolism in 2018. That's why I'm on blood thinners

Which the doctor knew since we discussed it

I called the gynecologist office (which was a separate pain in the ass) and said "uh, I don't think I can take these for this reason" and was told I'd get a call back (I have not) but to NOT take them in the meantime

So yes a doctor who was fully aware of my medical history prescribed me medication that was extremely dangerous for me to take

TL:DR

READ THE LEAFLET THAT COMES WITH YOUR MEDICATIONS AND BE CAUTIOUS BECAUSE DOCTORS CAN BE STUPID AND NEGLIGENT WHICH CAN KILL YOU

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Sung Jinwoo x Terminally ill Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 022 ✦ ┆・

‼️[ TW: Hurt, No comfort, Character Death, Terminal Illness]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I Have To Breath, But Every Inhale Feels More Like a Punishment From The Gods ] ¡! ❞

White walls were all you have ever known for all your life.

Christmas? Inside White Walls.

Your Birthdays? Inside White Walls.

Your first kiss? Inside White Walls.

You hated the sight of it all, you hated it so much that the smell of this room was starting to have an aroma of death.

And yet, Jinwoo never complained.

He visits everyday without a fail, always on time, maybe a little late here and there because he was a hunter– But he is always there, sliding open the hospital door with a beaming smile and lips ready to give you a caress.

Jinwoo always had food with him, even when he comes into the hospital room with a battered look.

Clothes stained with grime and dirt, a shoe with a hole, a face disheveled with some dried blood he failed to wash up earlier from rushing— And hair so messy you swear there must be a nest inside those soft and delicate jet black strands of his.

You would scold him with anger and yet he just laughs it off, muttering "I'm sorry" over and over while he gently takes your hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft and thin hand of yours.

But you knew he wasn't listening to you, and for that, you could only sigh.

Jinwoo always appeared calm and happy.

...Because if he shows you the turmoils and anxiety he has hidden in him, what would happen to you?

You're already dying.

Your skin is paler than last week, your body is growing thinner everyday, your voice is growing quieter and more ragged, your breathing is slower and heavy, the tubes strewn around you were increasing in number as if it's turning into a complete amalgamation of horror—

Jinwoo is losing you.

He knew that so well, the doctor had already told him weeks ago that you don't have much time.

So he desperately tries his outmost best to spend as much time with you, even if he comes in bloody from his raids— He needs to see you everyday.

Even when he went through the double dungeon, he went straight to your side the moment he came in, and to ligthen your mood he would joke around and say you two can now be bed buddies since you're both sick.

Jinwoo will strive to make you smile, even if it hurts him inside he supresses that anguish deep down inside because he knows you must be in much more pain.

He will never know what it's like to always receive these different medications that are so disgustingly unpleasant to the mouth, he will never know how much the constant injections would hurt, he will never know how tiresome it is to constantly be monitored, he will never know how much sadness you go through when he isnt there.

Jinwoo needs to be happy in front of you.

He just got back from the system's first dungeon, he was going to tell you all about how he did because he knew you love listening about his raids even though they are scary.

But as he approaches the familiar number of you hospital room— Nurses and doctors were running in and out in rapid succession.

He could hear the doctor barking out orders, counting down and screaming Clear.

1....

2....

3....

"We're sorry Mr Sung." The same doctor comes out, the heartbreak in his eye evident as the hunter flung himself inside the room.

There was a ringing inside Jinwoo's ear, it was so high pitched and painful.

But really, it wasn't a ring.

It was Jinwoo screaming at the top of his lungs.

A scream so full of pain and anguish that everyone who hears his scream felt shudders— But even that, even that could never compare to what Jinwoo feels right now.

His heart felt like it was about to explode, his organs felt like they were twisting and contorting inside his body, his muscles felt so stiff that he swears he must have been made out of stone, the lock in his throat wouldn't go away no matter how much he cried out.

Tears would stream down his face.

And the medical staff could do nothing more than to close the door to let Jinwoo have his last moments.

Jinwoo would kiss his beloved's hand that was so cold, he would beg and beg for them to wake up— To call out his name, to scold him, to smack his head because he is such a reckless idiot.

He implores, "Open your eyes... Open them, I'm right here. Woowoo is here... Please, please come back."

But no answer would reach his ears, not even the faintest of breaths would reach his ears.

He tried to listen to your heartbeat, but there was nothing there for him to listen to.

Hours, he spent hours inside that room until he finally came out to call a medical staff.

Jinwoo's voice was horse, almost like he even lost it.

His eyes were puffy and his expression drained of color

Everyone though his expression couldn't worsen any further.

But in your funeral, he was empty, complete empty.

Mindless as he watches your coffin lower, numb as the dirt piling up on the elegant Mahogany wood.

He stood there, unmoving as the last dirt was thrown and fixed.

Jinwoo stayed there even in the rain.

Just staring.

It was as if he's waiting for a hand to emerge from the dirt like those stupid movies he used to watch with you.

But no.

No hand would ever emerge.

The sweet sound of your voice calling out his name, he could never hear it again directly.

Since them, Jinwoo would abuse his body through the system.

Ceaselessly leveling up in godspeed, pushing himself past his limits as a form of punishment.

It was his way of showing how much he hated himself.

He always though of that day, had he come in a little earlier, had he beaten that godforsaken snake a little more earlier— Then perhaps he could have heard your voice one last time, perhaps he could have said goodbye more properly.

Over and over and over and over and over.

He would rise, he would level up, the sound of the system dings becoming sickeningly disgusting the more time passed by.

And soon, he was titled as the world's strongest hunter.

... He was also the most lifeless of them all.

Grey eyes always empty, it was as if he was merely a shell of a person.

Jinwoo never really reacts to anything other than his familr, the few times he has shown emotion— Was when he was furious.

And everytime that happens, the world would tremble in absolute horror.

Other than that? He just did his job.

People would call him all sorts of things, insult him but not once has he ever batted an eye at them.

When he isn't in the gates, taking care of Ahjin guild, or leveling up— He would often go by your grave.

He'd buy all sorts of flowers, from your favourites to whatever he thinks looks absolutely pretty and you would certainly have loved.

Jinwoo would lean behind the stone wall, his head tilted back as he tells you about his day. How it's been, how silly Jin-ah has been, how ridiculous Jinho was last night whole drunk, and what he's been up to.

He'd talk on and on, even if he knew there wouldn't be a reply.

But somehow, the breeze blowing felt like it was the stand-in for your voice, the scent of leaves seemed to carry your scent— Everything around him was reminding him of you.

Or maybe it was just his senses is making him delusional because desperately needed you by him.

After all, he was slowly going more and more mad.

It's been so hard, yesterday, he was a struggling hunter who has lost the love of his life.

Today, he is the world's champion.

He was to be the war hero thrown to save the world.

"I don't know if I can do it" Jinwoo weakly mumbles as he continues to lean on your grave as if it were your arms comforting him. "I've killed a few monarchs, Antares only remains yet somehow... I still feel anxious. I could really... Really use some of your words, love. But I know that's impossible."

It wasn't really.

He could technically reanimate your being, but he never did. as much as it kills him, he wanted you to rest, he never wanted to use his wicked power just to see you.

Not having you by his side is his punishment for not coming any sooner to stay by your side that dreadful day.

"Well... If I don't make it, it's fine." Jinwoo mumbles, looking up at the starless night sky. "I'll see you again soon, wherever it may be, no matter how many lifetimes it take, no matter how far I go, I'll come back and see you again. So wait just a little longer, my love. Woowoo is coming home"

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[spotofmummery]

OOC: Mun is Safely Home from the Hospital

After almost a week in the hospital, I've finally returned home for further recovery. I'm on all sorts of meds for the time being, and thanks to a pancreatitis-caused blood clot, will be working through blood thinner self-injections for the next three months.

The hospital stay was completely out of nowhere - I was actually in the middle of a writing new short fic about Tad and Amon when the pain hit. I had no warning, just pain, and after stubbornly trying to self-medicate it away, eventually I gave in and went to the ER.

Spending time in the hospital was completely new to me - this was my first time ever admitted for anything, which at my age, was a good track record. It was also very eye-opening to realize just how fragile I am as a human being - which is a difficult lesson to learn for someone like me who tries to do everything so independently.

I've still got recovery to go, but hopefully the worst is behind me for now. Thanks for all your great vibes and well wishes!

tl;dr: Getting old is tough, folks. Please take care of yourself, and your heath, as best you can.

[woodlandwizard77]

A Step by Step Guide to Losing Your D**k

I recently wrote a series of messages to my aunt talking about all the steps I need to do to get bottom surgery, a penile inversion vaginoplasty at Mt. Sinai, in the next year or two. Its a long list. And everytime I added something she had a sort of “wow thats rough” reaction, but to me its just the to do list. So I decided to write them all out.

Start transition DONE

Most insurance companies and surgeons require you to have socially transitioned and have done HRT for at least 1 year at the time of operation

For social transition, this was March of 2024

For HRT it will be January of 2025

Get a referral to a surgeon (I am here)

In my case, Mt. Sinai in Manhattan

My Doctor referred me, but Mt. Sinai takes self referrals

Start laser hair removal

Book a consultation (I am here)

Go to laser frequently enough to satisfy surgeon

Convince Mom and Dad to help out DONE

Get 2 letters

Social Worker (1)

PCP's Office

Social Worker (2)

Mt. Sinai

Consultation with Mt. Sinai’s team

Wait 3-6 months (I’m here)

Bring letters

My insurance only requires 2, less than Mt. Sinai thinks insurance will need, and Mt. Sinai provides 1 of them. Meaning the other is through IHS Behavioral

Schedule Social Work pre surgical consult appt

Schedule Mental Health and Medical Clearance with Registrar

Go to NYC for 1-2 nights, maybe for each, hopefully just once

Maybe also for Social Work thing

Consult with Surgeon

Wait until I’ve worked about 12 months to get short term disability

Probably summer (ASAP) and when Mom has time off

Do logistics

Book an airbnb, hotel, etc for recovery

Starting a few days after OR date and lasting a little over a month

Within a 90 minute drive of Mt. Sinai

Rural enough that Mom is comfortable to help and can go home if someone else shows up

Probably New Jersey, maybe Hudson Valley

Has at least 1, preferably 2, separate bedrooms

Has 2 beds

Has ADA accessible entry

Has a kitchen

Has a full bath, preferably and a half

Has internet and preferably a TV

Lodging for Mom + Dad/care team while I’m in OR

Probably 5-7 days

Preferably with a 1-2 day buffer period before OR date (included in the 7 day estimate) so I can enjoy the city

Either within a short walk from Mt. Sinai or on the same subway line as Mt. Sinai

RW, 1, or ACE

Someone to help me get from recovery location to Mt. Sinai while not in NYC

Develop and get list of items needed for recovery

Dilator

Pads

Gowns/loose clothing

Comfort food

Coordinate missing 8-9 weeks of work

Take care with who knows what before I leave

Inform HR, department manager, and work friends whats up

Get cleared for surgery and get an OR date

Probably a 6-12 month date from clearance

Get pre clearance testing through PCP or a lab in hometown

Go to NYC for that if need be

Week Before Surgery

No alcohol, no aspirin, NSAIDs, herbal supplements, or fish oil

Consult for other non aspirin blood thinners (which I am not on)

No alcohol for 3 weeks after as well

Tylenol/Acetaminophen is okay

Go downstate

See friends from NYC?

Bring Mom/Dad?

Do something fun in Manhattan

Get a COVID test

Take an anti-bacterial bath

Day before surgery

Breakfast before 9am

Last meal

Drink Golytely bowel solution around noon

Chemically induced diarrhea

Clear fluids only after golytely

(includes coffee, tea, water, broth, some juices)

Nothing goes in the stomach after midnight

Some medication okay with a sip of water

HRT??? (switched to injections)

Get surgery (a penile inversion vaginoplasty)

1 to 1+½ days

I’ve heard of as long as three

3-5 day hospital stay

Mom and Dad probably stay in Manhattan then

Go to recovery location

Drive with seat reclined

Stay for 4 weeks, pretty much bedridden

Go to follow ups

Dilate

Go home

Continue recovery for another 2-4 weeks at home

Follow up with PCP

Return to life

[squirrels-and-whales]

I've been home for a week now and it's been really, really nice. The house is all decorated for Christmas and super cozy and it's been so good to be with the children (and for them to still be in school too so I can get rest).

It was all kind of idyllic until tonight.

My kindergartener came home without his snow boots and for whatever reason I lost it. Like full on sobbing and feeling like the worst person ever.

I feel like such a burden on everyone as I still need constant help and can't actually do anything around the house. My risk of bleeding is very high so my husband doesn't even want me to walk up or down stairs unassisted.

To be clear - no one has made me feel like a burden it's all me and my interior voice.

I don't know why the lost snow boots derailed me but they did. I can't do anything about them. I feel like I can't even help with the basic needs of my kids.

I just feel like such a weight on everyone. I cried so hard tonight that my whole abdomen aches and then had to have the damn blood thinner injection.

I just wish I could do more (or really anything). I just wish I could take a break from being unwell. All I do is sleep and sit up with the family.

My husband reminded me that I said I'd go through this (it happens with every surgery) but it doesn't make it easier. I hate the feelings of worthlessness. Like I should never have gotten married etc as I'm no good to anyone.

Even writing here feels like I'm being a complainer.

I hope the feeling passes soon.

[mushgloomz]

a reflection

this is just some self indulgent, personal waffle - got some ptsd and shit scattered in there so pls don’t feel obliged to read; just getting some shit off my chest :)

on the 22nd of April 2024, i woke up in the morning with a pain in my left shoulder and the muscle connecting the same shoulder to my neck.

it was a weird sort of pain - sharp, not a muscle ache, almost nerve-related. i figured i had slept funny; pinched a nerve or something.

the pain persisted the entire day, uncomfortable but not debilitating. by the evening, there was a pain deep in my sternum too - this pressing, burning sensation that made me catch my breath.

i went to sleep that night.

woke up the next morning, the pain was worse. it had spread along my bottom rib on the left side of my body too - the kind of pain that makes you whine randomly throughout the day; unable to ignore it or distract yourself. my mum reckoned it was anxiety.

when i woke up the third day, the pain was gone - almost as if it hadn’t been there at all in the first place. guess i would’ve been relieved if it wasn’t for this horrific, deep-rooted sense of dread that had taken its place.

honestly, i’ve never felt anything like it. to feel physically okay, whilst experiencing what I could only describe as an increasing sense of impending doom, was disorienting at best.

i spent that day, alone in manchester, my entire family in the south of the country, calling people. i called my gp three separate times. called 4 separate chemists. i even called 111 (the UK non-emergency medical number).

anxiety.

muscle strain.

trapped nerve.

those were the only diagnoses suggested to me. they’d still my mind for all of five minutes before the dread came back. as the evening rolled around, i found that i was in pain again - centred around my left ribs and my sternum; crushing this time.

i called my mum that night, told her how I had been feeling the entire day. she was patient; did everything she knew usually calmed me down when i was overwhelmed, but to no avail.

around 11pm, she told me she had to go to sleep because she had work the next morning - i burst into tears because, and i quote, ‘i’m scared i’m going to die in my sleep’.

half-jokingly, she told me to get an uber to A&E if it was upsetting me that much. so i did.

by 11:30pm, i was being seen by a triage nurse, who took my oxygen levels, my pulse, my blood pressure, and my bloods.

my pulse was 158bpm at rest. my blood pressure was through the roof. my oxygen saturation had dropped to 87%.

i was moved to a different waiting room at midnight. 4 hours passed before a doctor saw me. she listened to my heart with a stethoscope; pressed along my ribs.

‘it’s likely a combination of muscle inflammation and anxiety. we need to wait for one more blood test result, but you can probably go home after that.’

another 3 hours passed in the waiting room. i was now the only person in there.

all of a sudden, a nurse came running down the corridor. i mean, full-blown sprinting. he looked at me, asked my name, and then said ‘follow me, i need to give you an injection’.

i was taken to a small room, told to lay on the bed and roll my tshirt up so he could get to my stomach. i asked what it was as he injected me.

blood thinners.

as soon as i was out of the side room, the doctor i had seen before also came running at me, beckoning me over and taking me into another separate room.

‘so, we’ve done a blood test called a d-dimer on you - it tests for severe inflammation in the body, more specifically, the presence of blood clots. your results are 8 times higher than the cut-off for no intervention. i’m sending you for an x-ray, and then you need to go to the ambulatory care unit so they can book you in for a scan.’

it was weird - everything sounded so serious, yet I still had no fucking clue what was going on.

after my chest x ray, i made my way to the ACU. i waited for it to open at 9am, and then was hooked up to a heparin drip in a hospital bed whilst they scheduled me for something called a V/Q scan.

i fell asleep, and was woken up at 2pm by a doctor who said my scan was ready to take place.

i walked to the unit, where they made me inhale a radioactive gas, before setting me up at the V/Q machine.

this is a VQ scanner. for 30 minutes, this giant fucking machine rotated around me no more than a few centimeters from my body. then, a nurse came and gave me an injection of a radioactive contrast dye. another 30 minutes of scanning ensued.

i went back to the ACU after my scan, back to my hospital bed, and fell asleep again.

i woke up at 5pm to a doctor patting my arm gently. she spoke quietly, real soft and gentle.

‘hi sweetheart - sorry to wake you. we’ve had your results back, and it’s shown something. do you know what a pulmonary embolism is?’

i shook my head - I’d heard of them, but didn’t really know. she explained that in the scan, my results had shown that both my left and right lungs were filled with several blood clots.

she then told me that if i had left it another 12 or so hours, my heart would have given out because of the strain. that I wouldn’t have woken up in the morning.

this was the indication of my clots. the red bits are, naturally, meant to signify blood clots. the bottom half of my left lung had been without sufficient oxygen for so long that the tissue had started to die.

this was me in the hospital bed, lowkey just shell-shocked. i had to call my family and explain everything to them. ignore how busted i looked (i was quite literally dying okay).

since that day, i’ve been told that i have damage to the valves of my heart. half of my left lung is dead and will never recover. i have intense and extensive scarring in the veins of my lungs. i was told i have medical-trauma induced fibromyalgia.

so what now?

recovery was fucking HARD. i’m still ‘recovering’, and probably will for the rest of my life. i take blood thinning tablets every single day, twice a day, to stop me from dying. my mental health crashed, and for a hot minute, i thought i regretted not just going to sleep that night.

but now, i’m doing okay - more than okay, actually.

i have spent the past year living. really, truly, grabbing life by the balls and just doing everything for me.

i still hurt. my lungs will never be the same. but things I ‘couldn’t be bothered to do’ for myself are now part of my routine - i go out by myself if people aren’t interested; i put myself out here on tumblr again and found a delicious little community of freakazoids (affectionate) to relish in pedro pascal goodness with.

i’ve made new friends - online and irl. i’ve done things i would never have dreamed of doing alone, but have always wanted to do; like going to the premiere of tlou in london, or becoming a member of the British film institute.

i’m living for me, and it feels really good.

this was me less than a week ago. a year ago, i couldn’t walk halfway up a flight of stairs without taking a break because my lungs were causing me so much pain. last week, i went to London to get my haircut by myself, looked cute as fuck whilst doing it, and even though i was breathless and tired and hurting after, i felt good.

i’m really proud of myself.

[vegacoyote]

Hi. So, I just got out of the hospital a week after walking into the ER for what I expected to result in getting sent home with a Z-pack and some bedrest orders. (I was experiencing shortness of breath and low blood-ox levels.)

It turned out I had pulmonary thrombosis (blood clots) in both lungs, and needed emergency surgery.

When they scanned for what was causing the blood clots, they found a mass in my pelvis bigger than my liver. In 2 days I go in to get the mass, my entire internal reproductive system, and anything else it’s gotten stuck to, surgically removed. We’re not sure yet how much else is going to be affected.

Then after that, chemo until we’re sure as we can be that all the bad cells are gone, along with several weeks of injected blood thinners so the blood clots don’t come back.

The downside for the Tumblng world at large is that I’m probably not going to be on here to reblog cool stuff from y’all for a while.

The upside for me in particular is that I’m not going to be looking at anything to do with goddamn politics until my immediate risk of death has been mostly mitigated.

Love y’all. Be well, everyone.

[chocobochaserstories]

SOLDIER Mako Infusion/Enhancement Headcanon(s)

In my ideas, mako infusions are given as intravenous (IV) injections and subcutaneous (Sub-Q) injections, Sub-Q because while IV disperses throughout the whole body rapidly, Sub-Q will be injected into the fat under the skin, and that takes much longer to ‘invade’ the system.

This is important because mako is a foreign substance. The body actively attempts to metabolize it and get rid of it. For this reason, IV and Sub-Q enhancements are used in conjunction to space out infusion sessions and keep higher levels of mako in SOLDIER systems for longer.

Mako when injected gives a burning, stinging sensation because it’s incredibly toxic. Since mako cuts SOLDIER lifespans drastically, it’s safe to surmise that mako irritates the tissue it comes in contact with (and yes, blood is a tissue).

SOLDIERs aren’t allowed to take certain drugs prior to infusions, such as blood-thinners because they can cause excess bleeding.

Mako, because of its toxic nature, doesn’t have the most pleasant effects at first. They go away as a tolerance is built up, but to start off, especially when SOLDIERs first begin recieving the infusions/ehancements, such as unthriftiness, weakness, muscle stiffness, inflammation, headaches, dizziness, lack of coordination, etc.

The symptoms go away as SOLDIERs build tolerance, and over time, the body begins to become overwhelmed and it stops recognizing mako as a ‘threat’ or pathogen and just begins to allow mako to coexist in the body, even if that’s not great as mako often acts as a competitive substance in the body and can cause other health issues, especially issues due to mako taking the place of other molecules that are supposed to be in the body.

It varies based on individual, but I imagine mako infusions occur more frequently at the start to overload the body on purpose (forced coexisting), so probably at the start every 4-6 weeks, then probably every 8-12 weeks.

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Chapter 6: Shadows of Orion

Fandom: My Hero Academia x The Boys Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x OC Main plot: In a world where heroes are idolized, the truth is far darker. Powerful corporations manipulate the hero industry, and the greatest heroes are not born but made. Seiya Matsui, Project Orion’s ultimate creation, was sent to U.A. High School’s Class 2-A under the guise of training—but in reality, she’s a test for Orion’s next generation of engineered heroes. When top pro heroes begin to vanish without explanation, Seiya uncovers a chilling truth, they aren’t missing—they’re being replaced. Author's note: NEXT CHAPTER

The night pressed in like a living thing.

Seiya stood in the dormitory bathroom, hands braced against the sink, her golden eyes staring into the mirror.

Her reflection was sharp—too sharp.

You are not real.

The thought came unbidden.

She squeezed her eyes shut, but that only made it worse.

Memories burned behind her eyelids, flashing like shattered pieces of glass.

She woke up to white lights.

Too bright. Too sterile.

Cold metal restraints dug into her wrists and ankles, pressing her small frame against the operating table.

Her pulse hammered in her ears.

She had been here before.

She had never left.

“Subject OR-01, conscious.”

The voice of Dr. Mayeda Gina rang out, clinical and detached.

Seiya’s tiny hands curled into fists as she blinked up at the ceiling.

She was eight.

Old enough to know what came next.

The door hissed open, and footsteps echoed through the chamber.

Mayeda’s face hovered above her—a mask of calm efficiency, dark eyes unreadable.

“Seiya.”

His voice was gentle, but it meant nothing.

She had seen him smile at other children, just before they never woke up again.

“I need you to be strong,” he said, brushing white hair from her forehead. “You were made for this.”

She didn’t respond.

He sighed, pulling back. “Begin the injection.”

A sharp, piercing pain lanced through her arm as a syringe buried itself into her vein.

Seiya’s body convulsed.

Fire. Electricity. Light.

It was like her blood had turned to molten metal, her cells splitting apart and reforging themselves in an instant.

She screamed.

Somewhere beyond the haze of agony, Mayeda watched, hands folded behind his back.

“Her reaction speed is increasing exponentially,” a scientist noted. “Heartbeat erratic. Subject may—”

Seiya’s golden eyes snapped open.

For a second, the entire room flickered, as if the universe itself had skipped a frame.

And then—

The restraints shattered.

The monitors exploded.

A pulse of blinding light blasted outward, knocking the scientists off their feet.

Seiya sat up gasping, skin glowing like a dying star.

Mayeda didn’t flinch.

He just smiled.

Seiya jolted back to the present, her breath ragged.

Her fingers dug into the sink.

The memory clung to her, its weight pressing down on her lungs like she had been drowning in it.

She forced herself to breathe.

You are at U.A.

Not Orion.

But the line between the two places felt thinner than ever.

Because heroes were still disappearing.

And Seiya knew—deep in her gut—Project Orion was at the center of it all.

She stepped out into the night, desperate for air.

The sky stretched above her, a vast, star-dusted expanse.

Normally, looking up calmed her.

Tonight, it didn’t.

She wasn’t alone.

Bakugou stood by the railing, his silhouette sharp against the glow of U.A.’s security lights.

His hands were shoved into his pockets, shoulders tense, like he was barely holding himself together.

He noticed her immediately.

“Tch. You look like shit.”

She sighed. “Nice to see you too, Bakugou.”

He didn’t reply right away.

Instead, he studied her—the kind of sharp, dissecting stare that made her skin prickle.

Seiya had spent years perfecting the art of hiding herself, but Bakugou had a habit of seeing through people.

It was annoying.

And… unsettling.

“What?” she muttered.

His red eyes narrowed.

“You were there when Aizawa told us about Crust.”

Her chest tightened.

“Kaminari told us,” she corrected.

“Tch.” He scowled. “You flinched. When they said he was missing. Thought that was weird.”

She stilled.

Shit.

“I was just surprised,” she lied.

Bakugou snorted. “You don’t get surprised.”

Silence stretched between them.

His eyes stayed locked on hers, and she knew—he wasn’t going to drop this.

“What aren’t you telling me, Matsui?”

Seiya clenched her jaw.

The truth sat heavy on her tongue.

That she knew why Chargebolt was missing.

That she had seen this before—in Orion, in the labs, in the rows of children who disappeared overnight, only to be replaced by something… else.

But she couldn’t say any of that.

So she turned away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered.

Bakugou growled, frustrated. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

She huffed a tired laugh. “Takes one to know one.”

The air between them felt like a live wire—charged, volatile, one wrong move away from exploding.

Bakugou’s back was still turned, but Seiya knew better than to think that meant the conversation was over.

He wasn’t walking away.

He was waiting.

“Bakugou.”

Her voice barely broke the silence, but he stopped.

Didn’t turn around.

Didn’t speak.

But he was listening.

Seiya hesitated.

She hated this—hated how, for all his recklessness and arrogance, he was the only person who had ever looked at her like he really saw her.

It was infuriating.

It was terrifying.

She crossed her arms over her chest, gaze sharp. “You think you’ve figured me out?”

Bakugou scoffed. “I don’t ‘think’ shit. I know.”

Finally, he turned.

His red eyes burned, his jaw tight with frustration.

Seiya met his stare, unflinching.

“Then say it,” she challenged. “What do you think you know?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“That you’re not normal. That something’s off. That every time we fight, you’re holding back, and it pisses me off.”

Seiya’s fingers curled into fists.

“People hold back all the time,” she said. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Bakugou took a step closer.

Seiya didn’t move.

“Yeah?” he said, voice low. “Then explain why you move like someone hit fast-forward on reality.”

Her pulse stuttered.

“I’ve seen speed quirks before. You ain’t one of them. You don’t just move fast—you disappear. One second, you’re here, and the next, you’re halfway across the goddamn battlefield.”

His gaze flicked over her, assessing, calculating.

“You don’t even look tired afterward.”

He wasn’t wrong.

And that was the problem.

Seiya had been made to be stronger, faster, better—but she was never meant to be noticed.

She was supposed to blend in, act normal.

But Bakugou had never been good at ignoring things that pissed him off.

And Seiya Matsui was pissing him off.

“Tell me, Matsui,” he continued, voice dangerously quiet. “How does a first-year transfer from some no-name school end up going head-to-head with me?”

Seiya’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

She had an answer ready—she always did.

But under Bakugou’s piercing stare, the words stuck.

Because he wouldn’t buy them**.**

He never did.

And for the first time, the idea of lying to him felt… exhausting.

She swallowed hard. “Drop it, Bakugou.”

His hands twitched at his sides.

His expression shifted—just slightly.

Frustration.

Concern.

And then—something that made her chest tighten.

“You don’t trust me,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

Seiya clenched her jaw.

“That’s not—”

“Yeah, it is.”

His voice was sharper now, edged with something unspoken.

She didn’t know how to respond.

Didn’t know why her throat felt tight, or why his words hit harder than they should have.

Because, logically, he was right.

She didn’t trust him.

She didn’t trust anyone.

She couldn’t.

But when she looked at Bakugou—when she saw the way he stood there, waiting, like he would fight the truth out of her if he had to—she felt something she didn’t expect.

She wanted to.

She wanted to trust him.

And that was so much worse.

Bakugou took another step forward.

Close enough that she could feel the heat of his quirk radiating off him, that his voice was low and rough and too damn close.

“Whatever the hell Orion did to you—”

Her breath hitched.

Bakugou noticed.

His eyes flickered with something sharp, something dangerous.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” he muttered.

Seiya’s fingers dug into her arms, her nails biting into her skin.

She forced herself to stay calm, to force distance back between them.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, tone carefully controlled.

Bakugou’s lips curled into a sneer. “Bullshit.”

She exhaled slowly.

Then she turned away.

Because this conversation—this entire thing—was starting to unravel too much.

“I’m going inside,” she muttered.

She barely took two steps before his voice stopped her cold.

“If you don’t tell me,” he said, “I’ll find out myself.”

Seiya’s entire body went rigid.

Her mind raced—scenarios flickering through her head at light speed.

If Bakugou started digging—if he got too close—Project Orion wouldn’t just watch from the shadows anymore.

They would intervene.

And Bakugou—stubborn, reckless, doesn’t-know-when-to-quit Bakugou—would be the first casualty.

She turned back toward him.

Her golden eyes burned, her voice dangerously low.

“Stay out of this, Bakugou.”

He just scoffed, stepping closer again, closing the distance she had tried to put between them.

His smirk was sharp—challenging.

“You know that’s not happening.”

And the worst part?

She did know.

Because Bakugou Katsuki never backed down from a fight.

And this?

This was war.

[tilde44]

Day 6 post-surgery and struggling to keep up with the regimen of physical therapy and continuous movement and cold press machines and blood-thinner injections and everything else to restore a fully functional leg eek

[theworldibuilt4you]

[With how their feed was consistently trained on Sonny, the reptilian had only been lulled further into the reaches of sleep as he conversed with Boltz, the sound of his voice alone bringing them comfort as if he were still with them.]

[Even in their rest, the shift to such a vibrantly-hued land caused them to stir, as the bright pink sky shone bright in their face, causing them to grimace and stir in their sleep.]

"Hssnnn..."

[They complained softly under their breath, likely not even aware they had done so. Their tail moved to cover their eyes, blocking the offending light so they might try to return to the depths of sleep.]

[It wasn't until they heard the familiar angry, shrill voice of her that their eyes snapped open, their blood turning to ice in an instant.]

[They scrambled backwards from their monitor, a tangled mess of limbs and tail in their blanket, their heart hammering as their brain zeroed in on the source, their anxiety spiking as the horrific feelings from that time came crashing back.]

"GET RID OF HIM!"

[...What? Who was she...?]

[As a second voice chimed in, smooth and sultry, Addie's eyes only just began to adjust enough to see through the haze of pink. Someone they've never seen before... Someone that made their skin crawl with fear.]

"S-STOP...!!!"

[They didn't know what else to say - what else to do, than to at least try and delay whatever was about to happen with their voice, their small frame now huddled close to the monitor, holding it with a shaky, white-knuckled grip.]

-Addie

There was a quick flash from that intruder, her arm outstretching towards the hand that he had tucked towards his chest. Sharp nails dug deep into his wrist, and a much sharper pain flared through the skin that she had made contact with.

He couldn't help but let out a grunting yell, hissing through his teeth like a fire had erupted in his skin. Sonny was instinctively pulling away, using one of the tendrils on his back to push at her shoulder. Despite her much thinner frame, the fewer inches in her avatar's height- He could just sense the power that was bubbling in this virus' code.

"Haha, W♡w! That kid was right! This backd♡♡r really IS str♡ng~! Ahhhh, H♡lding my ♡wn against the server admin~"

[She leaned in a bit closer, daintily stepping forward onto her tip toes to reach his height. Her breath was hot against his face, and he noted that it smelled sickeningly sweet... Like the concept itself of sugar.]

"S♡rry, hun, But let's just say this is my.... new nest. And I really HATE s♡licit♡rs~"

[Sonny, who was trying to hold strong, Couldn't help the bubbling of pain that spilled from his lips, that burning heat in his arm feeling like a hot branding against his flesh.]

[That bright colorful world began to swim in his eyes, as he started to see spots in his vision. His avatar felt bristly... Like a venom had been injected into his code.]

[Soon enough, the admin had been booted from this instance, and he ends up on the cold wooden floor of Casey's abode right in front of the couch he had left from.]

"Hhckk-- HHhh- Ff--.. Fuck- U--urg--gg-"

[Sonny, in a haze, shakily lifted his arm to look at the damage. He sucked in breath through his teeth, seeing the dark shadow of his skin being turned to what looked like a pitch black. It was muddled with glitchy spots, and god did it sting. But what might have hurt worse... Was that he definitely heard his lover stir, try to interject.]

[A dash of salt to his wound, damaging his pride. It might have been better if Addie hadn't seen.]