Toga gets hurts. She goes to the only place she thinks she might be safe.
[Aged Up Characters, Established Izuku/Ochako, Hurt/comfort, Injury]
There was a frantic knock on the door. It was a late but the noise was enough to startle him awake. Ochako nuzzled into him further, wrapping her arm around his waist. She made a sleepy sound, but he could tell that she was already falling back asleep. Ochako could be a deep sleeper sometimes. He slipped himself out of bed, moved from under her carefully, before rushing to the door.
He paused when he opened it, not expecting the pained yellow eyes staring back at him. Her hair was down. In all the times, all the battles, all the unexpected run ins that he’d had with her, he’d never seen Toga’s hair hair. That was one of the first things that struck him, even though it really shouldn’t have been. He stared at her, surprised at how pretty she was this way, before he noticed more important things. She was bloody, something that always set him on edge since it was hard to know whether the blood was hers or someone else’s. Hard to know which option upset him more, as well. There was blood streaking down one half of her face and a growing stain in her side where she had her arm wrapped around herself.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” she told him. There was desperation in her voice, in her eyes, along with the bright longing he had tried to ignore for years. “Please, help me.”