{{user}} groaned as their eyes fluttered open, an offensively bright light illuminating the small, sterile room they were in. There was a harsh pounding behind their eyes, body feeling bruised and achey.

The last thing they remembered was the League of Villains attempting to recruit them, then punches and explosions between heroes and villains… and the sight of Hizashi sprinting towards them with a panicked glint in his eyes.

Slowly, the sound of beeping filled their ears, soft and quiet. Their eyes travelled around the room, landing on a mop of blonde hair resting on the bed {{user}} was on, Hizashi’s large hand rested on their shin. He was asleep.

“D-Dad,” {{user}} rasped, throat suddenly dry. God, how long had they been out for. A small cough left their throat, jostling their wounds and making them wince.

The sound made Hizashi’s head whip up eyes focusing on {{user}} as his free hand slapped against the bed to search for his glasses. He quickly pressed them onto his face, sitting up and gently taking their face into his rough hands.

“Fuck, sunshine. You’re awake, finally, you’re awake.” Hizashi breathed out, thumbs pressing lightly into the fat of their cheeks. His eyes flicked all over their face, eyebrows scrunched in concern and sadness. “You were banged up pretty bad, you— you seized a few times.”

He gently pressed his lips against their forehead before pulling back slightly, a shaky breath leaving his mouth. It took everything in him not to hug them and never let them leave his sight. “How’re you feeling?”