My Hero Academia x Reader [Oneshots]

Doctor! Dabi x Reader

[Edit of Dabi on the next slide - Credits to the owner!]

Every staggering step I took ached more than my hangover two days ago. That's saying something too. I keep telling myself not to mix my alcohol, alas here I am. I never listen to anyone, not even myself. The consequences of my pathetic state from drinking got me kidnapped by some cocky jail breakers. May their unconscious bodies rest where I left them abandoned in a few closets. Do I feel guilty? Yes! There was such a astonishing denim jacket in one of the closets that got blood all over it. Pity, it seemed my size too. Doesn't matter now. I should focus on where I'm going.

"Afternoon," I nod towards a flabbergast elderly couple, lazily gesturing a hand towards them. Ignoring the stares I get from everyone comes natural, I suppose I am a little... odd. In any case, I would probably quirk an eyebrow when seeing some looking like absolutely shit. As in, 'I just returned from the depths of hell' appearance.

"Are you okay?" Someone cares to inquire as I continue to totter my way to the hospital. I offer them a glance, seeing a fretting middle aged man. Evidently hesitant on whether he should reach out and help me.

"P-Peachy," I swore, feeling a jolt of pain shoot through my leg. Serves me right I suppose, it's either I or something else kicks my backside for drinking too much and irresponsibly.

"Would you like some hel-"

"No need, the hospital is just around the corner." - I interrupt rather abruptly - "I can manage myself." I state, biting the inside of my cheek as to not let out a groan. The poor dubious chap bids me goodbye and 'safe travels' as I continue to walk. I fight back a snort by his reply, for it would only cause more pain I suspect. The next few minutes of stumbling towards the oh-so-close hospital feels like a journey in one. I think I'm going to tell Toga when I'm in my sickbed of how I nobly battled a bloodthirsty dragon... That might not explain the bullet wound. How about a dragon with a machine gun?

"That's believable," I mutter with a pained chuckle, finally entering the place of overpowering bleach smells, cheap paintings, dented walls where trolleys have banged into them and tearful goodbyes. I was wrong, someone took pity in putting a fish tank in the waiting room. Doesn't that sure make things better.

"Ello, mind if someone could tend to me?" I question the reception lady drowsily. Well, by the bags under her eyes it would seem we both feel like crap. This should be fun.

"Morn- I mean afternoon! Ahh sorry but if you're here to make an appointment you might have to wait a few hours or perhaps come back tomorrow." She explains with a beaten sigh, rubbing the bridge of her nose wearily. I assume she doesn't have the strength to lift her head and goggle at my blooded state like everyone else.

"How terrible, I'll just be in the waiting room then... ahh Jane?" I reply with a glance at her name tag, while quietly letting out a stricken hiss as my chest rumbles from nearly bursting out laughing. What kind of situation have I gotten myself into?

"Very well, you'll be waiting awhile. Please state your full name and business." She deeply yawns and stretches her fingers to ready for typing. Not yet has she even glanced up at me.

"Ahhh well, I'm called by Y/N L/N. I have a bullet wound, perhaps a broken hand, some cuts and bruises from chains- oh but don't get me wrong it wasn't anything kinky. I certainly didn't enjoy it. Ahhh all from a lousy kidnapping." I blurt out breathlessly, the pain becoming rather unbearable now. With all the adrenaline gone I feel my body mournfully screaming to rest.

"Of cou- wait what?!" Jane finally whips her head up to access me. Staring up and down at my stiffened body inking in blood, sweat and dirt. My shoulder pooling blood onto the floor more than any other part of my body. Heh... clean up on aisle 9?