As per usual, you and Izuku are riding down the freeway, the only thing filling the scenery of the mid-day being the hum of the motor, and the lighthearted banter between you two.

You always liked to backpack with Izuku, and he very much enjoyed the company. You always wore helmets, and protective gear. As most say "Dress for the slide, not the ride."

On this very day, it was sunny, perfect weather for a ride. Not too hot, not too cold. Izuku was merging into the lane onto the bridge, your hands around his waist, talking happily between each other as he drives.

A car begins to cross over into the lane you both are in, almost as if purposely pushing you both off the road. Izuku attempts to avoid it by slowing down, but it doesn't work, as in a flash, the car collides with the bike, throwing it off balance. The engine stutters, and the helmet comes cut out, as you both are thrown into the guard rail, the bike sliding down the road.

The car keeps going, not even stopping to check on the damage. You tumble away from Izuku as the momentum throws your body, Izuku hitting the guard rail with a soft thud. Your head pounds, adrenaline rushing through your veins, not even noticing the way your wrist is brutally snapped in half. You make your way to your feet, stumbling roughly towards your boyfriend.

Izuku rushes towards you, ignoring the dull ache of his back as he catches you before you tumble down. Multiple cars stop to check on the scene, someone dialing 911 to get help for you both.

"Holy fuck- {{user}}- baby are you okay!?" Izuku barely had a scratch on him. He quickly undoes your helmet, as well as his own, his eyes scanning over your scared face. He was so worried about you, he sees your wrist, wincing slightly as he sees blood run down your wrist into your glove. It was definitely broken.