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The plan wasn't supposed to go so utterly sideways. Not that plans were ever supposed to go sideways, but sometimes, it all worked out. Often times when he was with All Might or Present Mic, an inverted plan would invariably work out somehow. This time, it hadn't. This time, the plan had been well and truly fucked.
Aizawa didn't really want to think about the things that had caused the near failure of the mission. The only reason it wasn't a failure is because they'd caught the villain and no one had died. Yet. No one had died yet, but they weren't out of the woods. Well, no, not they. All Might, Present Mic and himself were fine for the most part. Present Mic had ruptured a vocal cord, but would make a full recovery. All Might had gotten caught in the path of a descending blade, but it hadn't hit anywhere vital. He was going to be fine. Aizawa had sustained the worst damage of the three teachers, a broken arm and a knife through the eye. He already knew before they got to the hospital that he'd lost the eye while All Might's filled with blood to mimic his own, but his arm would just need time to heal. The worst they would feel would be the echoes from their pairs' that had gotten caught in the ensuing battle.
No, not they. Their students were far from being okay though.
Sitting at Bakugou's bedside, watching the young man's chest rise with labored breaths from several broken ribs and a repaired lung, he couldn't help but think of how close they'd come to losing him. How close they still were. He'd been in and out of surgery for the past sixteen hours, and each time they seemed to find something else wrong. The first had been to amputate the remainder of his leg, hanging off by only a sinew of muscle, mutilated and infected beyond saving. He'd nearly crashed because his lung collapsed during the surgery. The second surgery to repair his collapsed lung and broken ribs had led to the realization that the infection had entered his body and was beginning to cause organ failure. Several courses of antibiotics and a healing quirk to reverse the infection later, and they'd found several bulging discs in his spine and a spinal fluid leak. That had required yet another surgery.
Post third surgery, Bakugou still hadn't woken up, and now they were worried that his head injury was worse than they'd first thought.
Then there was Midoriya, sporting a missing arm, a ruptured spleen and his own head injury. He'd come out of his surgery without more issues, but as far as Aizawa knew, he hadn't woken up.
Aizawa sighed heavily, slumping further in his chair. They'd really fucked up this time.
Of course, Midoriya and Bakugou weren't their students any longer, but they'd only just graduated. How had they come so close to dying right after graduation? Before they'd found their mates? Really been heroes? Aizawa and the others were supposed to protect them and guide them into that new life.
Instead, he had a whole host of injured post-grads and two in critical condition.
He inhaled deeply, rubbing at his forehead. "My stupid trouble kids," he muttered.
Bakugou shifted on the bed, groaning quietly. "Deku. Deku. Where's Deku?" he muttered restlessly.
Aizawa dropped his hand, staring at the teen to see if he continued, but he seemed to settle back down though he was panting harder than before. He reached out, placing a gentle hand on Bakugou's shoulder. "He'll be alright. Worry about yourself right now."
As he pulled back, there was a commotion out in the hall, and he sighed again knowing somewhere in his bones that the commotion was about to be in the room with them.
'Kacchan! Where is he? Kacchan! Kacchan!'
'Midoriya-shounen, you need to calm down. You only just woke up, and you are still gravely injured. Please, restrain yourself. Bakugou-shounen is not in any state for visitors,' Toshinori said calmly, but as loudly as ever, trying unsuccessfully to calm Midoriya down as he stormed down the hall.
'I'm not going to calm down until I see him! Kacchan! Kacchan!'
Aizawa stood on exhausted limbs, walking to the door and pulling it open to step into the hall. His eye socket was throbbing beneath the gauze, and looking at Toshinori's blood filled eye only made it hurt that much more.
"Midoriya-" Toshinori's head snapped up as he noticed Aizawa at the end of the hall, and before he could stop him, Midoriya whirled around. His face was red and purple, one sleeve of his hospital gown flapping as he marched towards Aizawa.
He stared at Aizawa desperately as he stopped in front of him. "Sensei, please! Let me see Kacchan! Where is he? They told me he almost didn't make it through the last surgery, and he's still in bad condition. Please! I need to-" He inhaled sharply, dropping his chin to his chest as the tears finally spilled down his face. "Please, just let me see him. I need to talk to him, and then- And then-" Sniffling, he rubbed at his face.
"He's not awake yet, Midoriya. Even then, you two should wait until you're more healed-"
"No!" Midoriya burst out again, glaring up at him with the expression of an omega going feral, "It can't wait! I need to talk to him now, even if he's not awake! He'll hear me. I'm being polite here, Sensei, but I'm not asking. I'm going to see Kacchan even if I have to force my way in."
Aizawa wrinkled his nose as the defensive and protective pheromones Midoriya was pumping out, a potent mixture after the events of the day. It was as if Midoriya was protecting his...
Aizawa sighed, staring towards the ceiling as if asking the gods for help. "If he wakes up at any point and you two start fighting or you are too rough with him, I will forcibly remove you from the room." He hadn't even finished speaking when Midoriya ducked under his arm into the room. Toshinori stared at him in confusion as he huffed and turned to follow the teen. "He's only going to get worse if we don't let him see Bakugou. Better to get it over now," he muttered in reply.
Just inside the door, Midoriya was crying harder than before and had collapsed to his knees. "Kacchan, Kacchan, no," he sobbed, crawling across the floor to Bakugou's bedside. "You're so stupid. Why did you push me out of the way? Why? Why? Why? Kacchan-" His voice had dropped into a keening whine as he pulled himself to his feet with his remaining arm and pressed his forehead to Bakugou's shoulder. His fingers twisted into the blanket resting where Bakugou's leg should have been.
When he pressed his nose into Bakugou's neck, Bakugou's heart monitor jumped to a steadier, healthier beat.
Aizawa and Toshinori glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
"Stupid, stupid idiot," Midoriya murmured before suddenly pulling back again. The tears on his face were fresh, a continuous stream, but his expression was one of determination as he leaned over Bakugou. His mouth was full with his canines. For an omega, they were abnormally large, almost the length of an alpha's.
Aizawa had to keep himself from stepping forward to pull Midoriya away. He wanted to see what was really going on because clearly there was. Something neither he nor Toshinori had realized in three years.
"You can't die, Kacchan, do you hear me? You can't die!" Midoriya yelled into Bakugou's face, merely inches from his nose, "How are you supposed to become the number one hero if your dead? How are you going to leave our pup without a father or an alpha? Did you hear what I said, Kacchan? I'm pregnant, and you're about to leave them!"
Aizawa and Toshinori nearly snapped their necks looking at each other this time, feeling the same sort of shock. "Jesus Christ," Aizawa muttered under his breath as his dropped his head into his open palm, "You've got to be kidding me."
Midoriya was still yelling. "You're going to let an extra kill you? You're better than that! I'm the only one allowed to take you out of this world! I'm your mate, and I'm telling you that you're not allowed to die! Do you hear me? You're not. You're not. You're not." Midoriya's voice died away again, replaced with his sobs as he dropped his head back into the crook of Bakugou's neck.
The heart monitor jolted again, Bakugou's breathing picking up just the barest amount.
"Fucking trouble kids," Aizawa growled, staring at the pair. He wasn't sure how he hadn't seen it, not just their mate bond, but the clear as day claim mark on the back of Midoriya's neck right where Aizawa's own was. He hadn't smelt a difference in their scents or sensed a shift in their bodies. He supposed that was because they were already so close when they came to him even if there was a rift the side of the Pacific Ocean between them to begin with.
"Come now, Shouta, we used to be like that too," Toshinori murmured under his breath, subtly shifting closer to Aizawa.
"We were never like that," Aizawa said in a monotone, glaring at the pair. Even so, he traced the scaring of his claim mark with the tips of his fingers.
Bakugou's hand had come to rest on the back of Midoriya's head while they weren't looking, and Midoriya was staring down at him like he was seeing the stars for the first time. "I'm not going to die, you one armed nerd," he croaked, breath wheezing between his lips, "It's going to take a lot more than a D-lister to take me out." He was grinning like he didn't know there was an audience. "You're pregnant?"
"Yeah," Midoriya sobbed, mouth twisted into a painful smile, "Yeah, I am. I made the doctors make sure they were alright."
"How long-"
"A month. I could never find a good time to tell you. I'm sorry. I was scared."
"Shitty nerd, you don't have to be scared of telling me that." Bakugou huffed out a groan of pain. "That son of a bitch didn't kill me, but it sure feels like he fucking did."
"Nearly, trouble kid," Aizawa said, and Bakugou turned hazy red eyes to him, "You've had three surgeries already. You have a lot of rest and healing ahead of you. Same with Midoriya, and apparently there's a third that needs that rest as well. So, cut this heartfelt reunion short, you two. Midoriya, you need to go back to-"
Bakugou's warning snarl was deep and strained. "He's not going anywhere," he growled weakly.
"Bakugou-shounen, be reasonable-" Toshinori began, but Midoriya's own snarl joined Bakugou's in a chorus of complete unreasonableness.
Aizawa threw his one good hand into the air, turning towards the door. "You're not actually my students anymore. I don't have to keep an eye on you anymore. Do what you want. Get in trouble. Get yelled at. I don't care. Just remember you two are literally missing limbs, and one of you had a ruptured spleen just a few hours ago." He stepped out into the hall, Toshinori following fretfully behind him.
They turned just before closing the door, and the pair had already gone back to staring at each other adoringly.
"They're going to rip off a nurse's arm," Aizawa groaned, staring at the ceiling again.
"They'll be fine," Toshinori murmured, scratching at the back of his head.
Aizawa looked at him. "Spit it out, Yagi. You look constipated."
"Did you ever think about having pups?" he asked after a moment.
Aizawa turned, heading towards the nurse's station before answering. "I was too old when I finally found my mate," he said without looking over his shoulder at said mate. Stopping at the desk, he glanced over his shoulder, "Plus, we already have too many troublesome pups as it is." Toshinori was grinning as he turned to talk to the nurse.