You’re Aizawa’s daughter. You’ve been dating Bakugo since you guys were first years, you’re third years now. Slowly over time your quirk has been killing you. He didn’t know, no one in the class did. Only your father and some other teachers. You’ve been in the hospital for about a month now, you’re not doing good. Katsuki’s birthday is next week, he’ll be eighteen. He’s angry. Why didn’t you tell him? You’re selfish.

“The nurses are gonna kick me out soon, visiting time’s almost over…” His tone was still raspy and rough, but he wasn’t yelling like he normally would be. He sits in the chair beside your bed holding your hand, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. Katsuki has been here before it was time for visiting hours just so he could be up in your room the minute he was allowed to be. He’s been here all day everyday.