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adhd-emt · 3 years

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Story time(pt2?)

TW: Fake wound/SFX, mention of bugs, mention of panic attacks, treatment of wounds, bug related wounds, environmental emergencies.

Before you look at the image be warned it’s not super realistic but it’s not exactly pretty.

I wouldn’t consider myself a very good actor, but I did take theater for 3 semesters and also have a some very... vivid memories of a couple panic attacks.

So when a classmate of mine L did some SFX on my arm and we decide it looked like a big had burst out of my arm that became the scene for our practice scenario that afternoon.

So I’m sitting there with this fake wound and trying to decide how best to make it seem like I’m panicking without actually inducing myself to panic.

When the other “crew” lead by my Lt. show up they do a masterful job of trying to calm me down and distracting me from my injury. They manage to package me up and get me ready for transport pretty quickly and even made sure to double check for scene safety since we “lost” the bug.

On the flip side when I stopped “panicking” because the scene was over, our teacher and a few on the crew treating me said I did a good job and that for a second they were scared I was actually panicking.

Over all it was a super fun scene to do and I really enjoyed it, I guess retaining bad memories has a use for something huh?

Oh here’s a picture of what the fake wound looked like.

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lilmikomiko · 6 years

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Title: Seams Series: My Hero Academia / 僕のヒーローアカデミア Pairing: Yaoyorozu Momo/Todoroki Shouto (TodoMomo) Summary: Experience will always be the best teacher. (T+, Gen) Note: I lost a bet. But I don’t know how to write smut. Very, very slight spoilers for manga chapters 96-114. (for @peonydee ) Also simultaneously posted in AO3 [LINK]

Yaoyorozu sighed, then coaxed his hold to relax on the needle forceps.

One bright eye stared at her pinched expression, before he glanced away, succumbing to the inevitable lecture.

He might be terrifyingly instinctual to battle tactics and villain confrontations, but advanced emergency treatments and protocols weren’t his forte. The recent failure of his mid-assessment exam during his hero licensure remedials were proof of that.

He wasn’t really cut out for rescue missions.

“I guess, this isn’t really helpful.” She mused as a finger poked on the rubber mannequin “It doesn’t really compare to the real thing, right?”

“I’ve done stitches before.” He refused to elaborate on the details when her brows creased - in trepidation, or worry? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that they both agree with the results: his sutures were unsatisfactory, despite how concise his technique was.

Shouto needed to know what he lacked.

“Judging from your approach, Todoroki-san. I guess your bedside manners are lacking.”

“I’m not an EMT.”

“Yet, as a hero, you’re always going to be a first responder. Empathy is always the key, Todoroki-san. And your stitches! First of all,” She gestures to the uneven spaces between his threads. “They should be as small as possible, to prevent colloidal formations."

“I can use ice for improvised anesthetic. They won’t feel a thing.”

“And if time is of the essence, or possible hypovolemia, you’ll opt for cauterization.” She moves the mannequin out of the examination bed. “But we can’t just knock out severely wounded civilians especially during a crisis, or wait for paramedics. That’ll effectively unfetter you from having to deal with their acute stress reaction, but hardly helpful for their later recovery from the mental trauma of the entire experience. Frankly put, you have completely failed to establish rapport with the victim during this exercise.”

A clinical gaze swept over their makeshift infirmary in the dorms, her dark eyes flitting over the remaining aseptic materials on the table.

Shoto didn’t like the expression on her face.

It reminded him of Midoriya before he braced himself to break his bones.

"Yaoyorozu?"

"You need experience." Her words are firm, even if her hands were trembling. "But we can't create realistic life-threatening simulations."

Unless we wait for the next villain attack or any devastating catastrophe, which will be a bit unnerving. Or too late.

To his bewilderment, she piled her unruly ponytail into a tight bun at the crown of her head. Next, she went to the sink and started to soap her elbows with a strong smelling solution.

"Yao-"

"Honestly, I think it'll be more practical to use pork meat. Or even purchase a cadaver." Momo wrinkled her nose in distaste, as she now scrubbed her arms with a brush. "But in your case, a live subject would be better."

"No."

"Relax, Todoroki-san. Some field medical trainees do this. Especially when they have to take their licensure exams. It's not new. And you have my consent."

If this was true, he hasn't heard of it.

"We can also test if how effective your ice quirk will be on wounds. It'll be beneficial if we can also train you to sterilize equipment. Think of the possibilities. Midoriya-san might even chip in if I raise this subject-"

"No. Don't." He cut her off, took a shuddering breath, and reiterated, "There's no need."

It was absolutely eerie how calm Yaoyorozu was, as she contemplated where to make a clean laceration on her arm. He knows that he should decline.

That was the right thing to do.

"Yaoyorozu, you don't have to do this."

To his surprise, she smiled as she twirled a scalpel in between the gaps of her gloved fingers like she did with her pen at times when bored. "See? Todoroki-san, that's a start. But this won't even hurt."

A thin line bloomed red on her forearm. Her eyes fluttered, her breath quickened, but she didn't cry in pain. The scalpel dragged a bit deeper, till she deemed it satisfactory.

Before she even discarded her blade, cold air soothed the sting.

"Three inches. About ten stitches should cover it."

He knew that she noticed the way his trembling right hand, the constant way his gaze darted to her face, to her bleeding wound and her suppressed flinches. Her self-inflicted cut was a pale comparison to the several gashes that Iida had on his own arm a few months ago, but it was enough to bring back that same throb of fear in his chest, making sure that he’ll be more careful this time around.

"Yaoyorozu." He hoped that her name was enough to convey his admonishment, as his left hand was already gloved and holding the forceps.

"According to your performances during practicals, you do better under pressure." Her lips curled in pride as the curved needle sank to her flesh for the first stitch. "Don't worry, I don’t feel-"

"Your fingers are twitching.”

"It only stings a little, Todoroki-san. I’ve felt worse."

But when he pulled the string, her breathing became shallow and he stopped.

“What’s wrong, Todoroki-san?”

“Yaoyorozu.” He smoothed his face into concern. “Are you okay?.”

“Yes, I’m fine.” She even looked apologetic. “Is the skin too taut? I’ll try relaxing my arm then.”

By the fifth stitch, he was ready to stop this exercise, for her eyes brimmed with tears. Yet the grim line of her mouth and the way she didn’t even flinch from meeting his stare made him hesitate to voice his protests.

Somehow, it hit him how much Yaoyorozu trusted him.

It’s different to know that from the very start that he can trust Yaoyorozu. And how much he trusted Yaoyorozu - An intelligent, powerful young woman who knows that she can carve her own path. She could have settled for being an heiress and living in luxury, yet she knew that with her quirk, she could make a difference - be a hero.

He respected Yaoyorozu. She’was the first one he ever saw as an equal when his world started to expand from the walled confines built by his father. She could have even been his first friend if she hadn’t been hindered by her own insecurities and awkwardness. If he hadn’t been too preoccupied with how much she had reminded him of his own flaws as well.

And yet, even if she was oblivious to his personal distress, she still trusted him.

The warmth that filled his chest, unlike the usual flames he wielded, was foreign.

But not unwelcome.

“I’m having trouble with situational triage identification problems in the exams; can you identify which one to prioritize?”

“Of course, Todoroki-san.” She lit up, her thumb twitching slightly when he started the eighth stitch. “Can you explain what the question was about?”

The topic was successful enough to distract her from the careful way he pulled the sutures on her wound that she didn’t even notice that he was already dabbing the topical antibiotic on her wound.

“-just place them in one safe place and mark the wall with a red shirt to tag them. The yellow ones should be-” Her explanation stutters when she finally noticed that he had already wrapped her arm with a gauze. “Todoroki-san?”

His fingers threaded through her still shaking fingers. Her mouth was open, cheeks flushed with surprise, heat spreading across the bridge of her nose to her ears. It was a familiar, comforting sight.

“Does that cover empathy?”

“Ye-Yes.”

“Good.”

And he drops a soft kiss on her wound.

“Todoroki-san!”

“What?” To his confusion, it made Yaoyorozu more flustered, and it wasn’t in his best interest for her to suffer hyperventilation. “My mother used to do this to my wounds.”

“Not to strangers, Todoroki-san.”

“Duly noted.” He nods in understanding. “Should this only be limited to acquaintances, then?”

“Only to those you’re comfortable with, Todoroki-san.”

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todomomo #todomomo fic #wtf am i writing

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