Katsuki gains consciousness, and immediately wishes he hadn’t. He meets IcyHot’s face, panic written all over his normally deadpan expression. His hands are moving frantically somewhere over his middle.
Katsuki doesn’t dare to look.
“Come on, come on.” Todoroki mumbles, applying pressure to staunch the bleeding. Katsuki grunts in pain. “Bakugou?! Hang in there, I think I’m almost…”
“Ku…” He manages with a heavy tongue, speaking over him, and ignoring whatever the fuck is happening to his body. “Eku…” Katsuki tries again, and Todoroki glances up, clearly worried, as he bandages his torso. “Deku?” He finally blurts out, and leaves it at that.
Katsuki doesn’t have the strength to ask whether the nerd is okay or not, just phrasing the word like a question is enough to wrench his heart.
“Midoriya is here.” IcyHot answers, gesturing next to him.
Katsuki turns his neck so fast, his back protests and his vision goes hazy. He gasps when he finds the awful bird nest of curls he knows so well resting at arm’s length. Deku’s face is covered in cuts and bruises. The body of the idiot is battered beyond what Katsuki feared in his worst nightmares. Shit, his arms. He glances away quickly, the state of the limbs almost too much for his stomach.
He grits his teeth and tries to touch him, but his arm refuses to move, fingers jerking weakly, mocking him. Not laying Deku on Katsuki’s good side is a valid reason to beat up that Half n’ Half bastard when he recovers. He growls, furious, and a green eye opens, the one not swollen shut. The knot in his chest loosens, even if his guts are in agony. Katsuki’s lungs seem to come back to life with each blink of that eye.
“Kacchan?” His voice is tentative, hopeful. Katsuki feels like hugging him and punching him at the same time.
Deku’s arm twitches, but doesn’t move closer. Both of them are too hurt to reach for the other.
It’s fucking ironic that after all those years Katsuki batted his hand away, now there is nothing he wants more than to clutch it to his chest and never let go.
“You are so fucking stupid, Deku.” Katsuki says, his voice breaking. Fear, worry, panic and terror combined in that single sentence.
The busted lip curves in a smile.
“Right back at you, Kacchan.”
Katsuki’s startled laugh hurts him, but he lets it out anyway.
“You are both stupid, no reason to argue.” Todoroki kneels between them, and reaches for their arms. He circles their wrists and pulls them closer, hands gentle, until Katsuki can link their pinkies together. Deku squeezes his finger as hard as he can, tears leaking from the corner of his eye.
Katsuki doesn’t care about the Hell waiting for them in the aftermath.
They are alive.
They are going to overcome this.
It’s the only thing that matters.
Sorry! But with the next chapter coming up, this scene refused to leave my brain, and I had to write it down. I just want them to heal together, Hori, please.