ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ 𐀔 "For your dreams, lightswitch."
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a nightmare-ish girl and an explosive boy try not to kill each other as they become heroes in their own stubborn ways and... lovers? What the fuck?
slowburn katsuki bakugo x teasing!oc
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𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝
Screaming was the last thing you wanted to hear when you entered a hospital. It scared patients and worried them. But they couldn't get her to stop, even when asleep.
It became such a problem—complaints from nearby patients and worries from those checking in and visiting, all reported to the front desk or passing doctors and nurses—that they had to move her to a more isolated area.
They tried everything but couldn't understand how someone in a drug-induced sleep could continue to have such a reaction. What was wrong with her?
The erasure hero entered the building, being led to the elevator to the basement level. As the doors opened, the screams of a little girl became very apparent to his ears. He didn't show how it fazed him, walking forward down the hall.
Nurses and doctors around the Critical Care Unit winced, trying to busy themselves with their work. He understood that they had done everything they could, but to stand there and ignore that kind of terror...
"Thank you so much for coming. We suspect that maybe—"
"I'll see her now."
The doctor shut his mouth and opened the door to her room, making the screams all that much louder. He quickly shut the door the moment Aizawa entered, glancing back to find him and a few nurses peering through the window. Cowards.
His eyes fell back onto her for a second time in the last twenty-four hours. He was exhausted, having had no time to clean up at home, so he was still covered in soot from the events of earlier that night.
Morning had come, but there were no windows to see that from down here. She had been brought to safety but felt no comfort in that as she continued to scream in terror. Her thrashing had caused the doctors to restrain her so she wouldn't hurt herself, despite being only a quarter of his size. She couldn't have been older than six.
The little girl was positioned on her back, her head pressed against the pillow as she screamed with her eyes clenched shut. Her wild, indigo hair was missing a few pieces from whatever had occurred earlier as it sprawled against the white pillow. Brown straps restrained her wrists and ankles to the bed, with a long strap over her waist. Even still, she violently thrashed in her sleep, tears continuously running down her face.
There were IVs in her arms administering fluids during her drug-induced sleep, confirming his suspicion further.
He didn't hesitate to use his quirk on her, his eyes glowing a hue of red and his hair sticking up. And just like that...
The screaming stopped.
He watched her relax into her restraints, and her stressed, scrunched expression faded away. She looked nothing short of exhausted, drained of any life, and he was glad to let the poor child actually get some well-deserved sleep after all she had gone through.
