They said she wouldn't last past the night, which was approaching much to quickly for Katsuki's liking. Him, his parents and Inko had been with Izuku for just about an hour and a half now, making it just past 9pm. Izuku had been rushed into surgery at around 3:50, and they hadn't gotten any news till 4 hours later.
There was nothing more they could do.
Izuku wasn't going to make it.
She would pass during the night.
They told everyone in the room to be ready.
How can you be ready for that?
Inko hadn't stopped crying. Not really. It had slowed to a trickle, but it was still there, and it broke Katsuki's heart. Though he wasn't even sure how much more his heart could actually break. It already felt shattered. Torn to shreds and Katsuki was pretty sure that he hadn't stopped crying either. Not since he watched Izuku fly into the frey.
Not since he watched her take hit after hit from the Nomu.
Not after he watched the hand guy decompose section of skin after section of skin with a smile on his face.
Not after hearing her screams and being unable to do a thing to help.
No, he was definitely still crying.
He would do anything if it meant that Izuku was never hurt. He'd do absolutely anything if it meant that Izuku would wake up and prove everyone wrong. Cause she's the strongest person he knows, and if anyone could come back from something like this, it's her. If anyone could prove everyone wrong, it was his Izuku. And with that, Katsuki decided that no, there was no way Izuku was going to die tonight, because she still had a world of people to prove wrong.
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We're Made of More
FanfictionA female Izuku who decides that she doesn't need a quirk to be strong brings a twist to the story we all know. She proves herself to Bakugo Katsuki, she finds purpose in something other than heroing, she even falls in love, and yet here we are. Back...
