#i feel liek i couldve done better but head became empty

[plush-rabbit]

Bandaged Tummy

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A/N: This probably would’ve worked better as headcanons so uh... Sorry.

You don’t know how everything could have gone wrong so fast. You were brought along for safety in numbers and now you sit on your knees, hands pressed against Tomura’s side that stains your hands with a burning blood. You heave above him, eyes watering and tears falling and mixing with the blood that coats your arms. 

He takes gasping breaths, croaking and a horrible sound that fills your ears. You watch him with wide, frantic eyes, bottom lip trembling and the sounds of action behind you fall deaf to your ears. There are flashes of blue, orange and green that mix into a horrible shade that illuminates his skin in a deadly glow. 

“Tomura,” you whimper, pressing your hands deeper against his side, desperate to stop the blood that manages to slip between the gaps of your fingers. “Tomura, please,” you beg him, vision growing blurry. “Just keep looking at me, stop- stop closing your eyes,” you gasp out. He closes his eyes and you can feel him grow cold under you, his breaths weaker and eyes starting to close.

“”S hurts,” he slurs, his fingers jerking at his side and coming to a still. “‘M tired.”

“Sh, it’s okay,” you coo. “Just- Don’t sleep, okay? Keep looking at me, please.” Your words repeat and you pull him closer to your body, his blood staining your clothes and the metallic smell reaches your nose and you sob more. “Tomura,” you whine, shaking your head and more tears fall from your face and land onto him, the clear fluid disappearing into the mess of his blood.

“What’s,” he murmurs, hardly any sound leaving past his lips, “going on?” 

“We’re winning, it’s okay,” You tell him, moving the hair out of his face, forehead and pale hair stained in blood. “Just keep yourself awake. We have to see this through, right?” You nod your head, a strained smile forcing itself on your face that quickly falters. “Stay with me, okay? Come on, Tomura. Please. I need you to stay with me. I don’t- I can’t lose you, please.” Your body hunches over his in a protective shell and you sob above him, closing your eyes. “I love you Tomura, please. Just stay awake. Don’t leave me. I love you, please.” You heave over him, sobbing, tears slipping down, painted in golden ichor, and disappearing into his side. 

-

“So you have a quirk,” Shuichi says, more of a statement, rather than a question. His arms are crossed, nails tapping against his scales. There’s blood on his shirt and you look away. “Would’ve been useful if it had shown up before.”

“I-” You want to defend yourself, but even you’re still unsure of what happened. Your heart still races, palms still clammy and shaky. Your stomach hurts, twisting and knotting, making you feel as if you’d spill all the contents inside of you at any second. “I didn’t even know,” you mutter. You had never shown any sign of your quirk growing up, you had the extra bone even. And yet, everyone witnessed as you cried above Shigaraki, tears mixing with his blood, and healed him. 

“There’s no point in looking at the past,” Atsuhiro comments, looking over to you. You can see his finger twitch and you lower your gaze. “At least we know they can heal now. It’ll be useful.” 

There’s tension, thick and unyielding. Your mouth is dry, a heavy taste on your tongue as if filled with cotton balls. You’re exhausted, bones weighing heavy and dragging you deeper into the couch. “I-” your voice cracks and you give out a meager cough- “I’m sorry. I didn’t know and-” tears well in your eyes and you lower your head, hands fisting together on your thigh. “

“There’s no point in crying about it,” Dabi’s voice rings through. A tear falls and catches on the back of your hand. “Like Compress said, at least we know now.”

“But do you even know how it works?” Himiko asks and you can feel her gaze on you. “If you just got it-”

You shake your head “no” in response and you hear her sigh. 

“You cried when you healed Shigaraki, so if you cry some more maybe you’ll heal?” Jin adds, and you look up. “You think your spit can do it too?” He adds and you crinkle your nose.

“I don’t know.” You dab at your eyes with the back of your hand and lean against the couch cushions. “I don’t even know if I can do it when I cry. Like on command I mean. What if it’s an emotion related thing? Or- Or-”

“Whatever it is, it’s useful.” You startle and all eyes turn around to look at Giran who stands alone. “You’ll have to work on it but it saved Shigaraki’s life,” he trails off, lighting a cigarette. You open your mouth and he holds a hand. “He’s fine. Rough shape and all, no heavy lifting, you know the works but he’ll live. The doc left through the back door. Made sure of it.”

“Can we-”

“Visit him?” Giran raises a brow. “I don’t see why not.” He blows out a wisp of smoke and you pull away. “I’ll be taking my leave if the rest of you are fine.” He waves a hand and goodbyes are thrown out, only responding with another simple wave goodbye and the door closes shut.

“You ever wonder what he does when he’s not with us?” Himiko asks, rubbing at her bandaged arm. 

“I try not to,” Jin replies. 

You stand from the couch. “I’m going to go visit Tomura.” You look around as if waiting for permission to be granted or denied. “Okay?”

“Go ahead.” Dabi brings his legs up to rest where you once sat. “No one’s stopping you.”

You nod and mutter a simple “thank you”. You leave the room and walk over to Tomura’s room. Your steps are slow and sluggish, a tugging feeling on your chest and you’re unsure of how he looks now. When you last saw him, he was pale and covered in blood. You wonder if he’ll still look the same. If he’ll still look half dead.

Your knuckles rap softly against the wooden door. You rest your forehead against the door and close your eyes, rapping your knuckles once more. Softly you hear a grunt of acknowledgment and your eyes close. 

“I’m coming in, okay?” You whisper, waiting for another grunt of confirmation. It’s wheezing and it sounds painful and you enter the room, the dim glow from the hallway light spilling into the room before you close the door and once again enveloped in darkness.

Your eyes adjust quickly and you walk towards the lamp, fingers fumbling around with the knob until it turns on. Tomura closes his eyes in irritation, mouth pulling into a grimace and you apologize. You look down on him and suck in a sharp breath. He lays on his back, bandages once pure white, now stained in red wrapped around his midsection, a dark bruise forming under his eye and gauze covering a gash near his chest. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mutters and your eyes meet his. His eyes droop and he turns his face to the other side of the room. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to check in on you.” You rub at your arm and stare down at the bandages that seep with crimson. “I guess my quirk didn’t work all that well, huh?”

“What?” He stares back and you. “No, uh,” he shakes his head, “you got rid of the bigger wound but there were more cuts and-” he’s interrupted by a coughing fit, wincing as his chest contracts, a hand coming up and fisting over to place itself over the gauze.

“Tomura!” You yelp, coming down, mindful to sit next to him on the bed. Your hand goes to cover his and for a brief second you pause only to continue and wrap your hand gently around his wrist. “Are you- Do you need water?”

“No,” he wheezes, “I’m fine, just- fuck,” he hisses, burying himself deeper against the bed. “Let’s talk about your quirk.”

“Straight to the point, huh?” You half joke, pulling your hand away from his wrist and setting it down on your lap and your other hand wraps around the wrist, mimicking what you had just done. “I promise, I didn’t have one. Or I didn’t know that I had one. I don’t know what triggered it. Well, I have a feeling it was due to emotions but that’s only a theory.” You look up at him and struggle to meet his eyes. “If I had known, I would have told you.”

He stares at you, eyes darting around your face searching for something, and you tear your gaze away from his. “I believe you,” he mutters, closing his eyes. “You- Thank you.”

You look at him and smile softly. “You’re welcome.” You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip. “The doctor said no heavy lifting-”

“Yeah, I was awake for that bit.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, nodding your head, “you blacked out,” you whisper. “I- We thought you were done for.” The bed creaks and you turn your head, watching as he scoots himself further up on the bed. “Tomura,” you hold your arms out, hovering over his arms, “what are you doing?”

“I’m tired of laying down,” he says, moving up from the bed, wincing as he does so. “Help me up.”

“Stop straining yourself.” You help him move up, frantically adding pillows behind his back. “I thought you said you listened-”

“I’m not straining myself, I’m just moving up the bed.”

“You’re going to pull on your cuts,” you whine, pulling your arms away when he leans against the wall. “Can you just-”

“You aren’t allowed to yell at  me,” he says and when you look up at him, you see him with a grin.

“You are not using your whole “I’m the leader” card on me right now.” You glower at him, your lips pulled into a thin line. “I may be a healer, but-”

“I remember what you told me,” he adds, eyes glinting with something mischievous and you feel blood rush to your face. “You know, while you cried-”

“I should go!” You stand up from the bed, shoulders stiff. As you turn, you feel something tug on the hem of your shirt. You turn around and see his fingers pinched, pulling on your shirt to lower you back down on the bed. “I was scared, okay? I thought-”

“You thought I was dying and confessed your love to me?” He has a cheshire grin on his face and you tug your shirt away from his grasp. “Not exactly the best timing, don't you think?”

“You’re being awful on purpose,” you groan, sitting back on the bed, covering your face in your hands. “Can I take my confession back?”

“No,” he adds quickly, his grasp leaving you. “You told it to me when I was dying so now I get to hear it again.”

You take a peek at him through the gaps of your fingers and slowly peel your hands away from your hands. You squint your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. “You scared me, you know?” You can feel a lump in your throat and your eyes sting with fresh tears. “I could- You were dying in my arms. Your blood was-” your voice cracks and you take a wheezing breath.

You double over, holding yourself in your arms and you take deep, quick breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. You feel knuckles drag against your back and you swallow tightly turning to look at him with red rimmed eyes and a sniffling nose. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, letting his hand drag down your back and rest above his stomach. “I didn’t want to put you through that.” He turns his head and his apple bobs in his throat, cheeks hollowing as he tries to think of what to say next. “I won’t put you through that again.”

“You promise?” You whisper, turning your body to look at him fully, wiping the tears in your eyes away with the back of your hand.

“I promise,” he says, meeting your eyes and he bites his bottom lip. “Tell me what you told me again.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumble, shaking your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Why do you even want to hear it?” You ask, trying to drag the answer out of him.

“I was dying. I get to hear it now that I’m with the living,” he reasons, giving you a smile.

You take a deep breath and look at him. “Only if you tell me why,” you try to bargain, keeping your gaze steady on him. 

“I almost died and-”

“Yes, but you didn’t. So, come on,” you roll your hand, a teasing smile on your face, “I want to hear it too, you know.”

He rolls his eyes. “Only because we finally have a healer on our team.” He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “Because I also have strong feelings towards you. Happy? I also return your affections and love you.” He huffs at you and shakes his head, a smile starting to tug at his lips. “So out with yours.”

You smile at him and bite at your bottom lip. You look behind to the door and back at him. With the small boost of confidence he has given you, you lean forward and kiss at the corner of his lips. “I love you too,” you tell him, lips brushing against his.

“I think I missed what you said,” he whispers, turning his head to look at you in the eyes. “Can you tell me again?” You nod your head and his lips press against yours, leaning towards you, deepening the kiss and you move your hand to hold onto his wrist, rubbing at him with your thumb.