If you had told yourself at the beginning of the school year that you’d be sitting in a hospital room waiting for the brash pain in your ass from your class to wake up, you’d have slapped yourself in the face.

But there you were. The war was over. You had your own wounds, but those didn’t matter right now. Not after you saw him almost die.

You weren’t expecting him to rip off his oxygen mask when he woke up, but he did. He needed to know what happened to Izuku.