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Hmph.

[He goes back to his soup. More hot sauce is needed for this. Izuku's eating more so it's worth it.]

While we're at the hospital, do you want anyone to check you over? You shoulder, for example.

[ Not really, but he's riding a small wave of happiness in an ocean of cold. ]

Are you getting your injury checked out?

[Oh it's gonna be like this? Katsuki smirks at him.]

Yeah. Maybe you should tell me which doctor's the best here, Mr. Frequent Visitor.

I don't actually visit a lot! Whoever's free, I guess?

[ He doesn't usually mind waiting. ]

[Granted, that's true, here in Noctium. Izuku doesn't get hurt anywhere near as much as he did back in the first half of their year.]

Fine. We can check the front desk when we're done eating.

Okay. Deal.

[ So that's one problem taken care of? ]

[Never thought he'd be trading injury with Izuku to force him to accept medical treatment. This place is fucked up. Should someone go break Kirishima's finger so he can also join the rest of them in the hospital treatment room?]

Good.

[ He'd probably go just for a handhold. ]

We should get you put on my friends and family list.

I'd rather you just barged in here and told them to go fuck themselves.

[Though technically being put on that list is another kind of "go fuck yourself" gesture as well.]

That would be dramatic and cool, but wouldn't it be better if you're my emergency contact?

[ A shrug. ]

If I couldn't call, they'd call you, right?

Hmph. That's how I got in here now.

[Ripped right in.]

Yeah. That's fine. Probably should list the other three as well.

I just asked nicely.

[ He's assuming Katsuki means their classmates, and nods along. ]

Anyone you want.

[He's pretty sure looking like a roadkill rabbit also helped.]

Just our classmates.

[Not relying on the adults for shit.]

Okay. I'd like to designate you as my medical proxy or whatever though.

[ If someone has to make any decisions. ]

Like I decide whether or not to donate your liver if you die?

[Donate his body to science.]

Yeah. Or when they stop trying to revive me, or what measures should or shouldn't be taken, or whatever when I'm out of it.

[ Whatever Katsuki would choose. ]

You decide all that and I'll reinforce them.

[Fuck that. It's whatever Izuku chooses and Katsuki will forcefully tell/remind people when Izuku can't.]

Um, I'd donate anything, and I suppose I'd like them to try whatever they could.

[ A shrug. ]

I think you'd know when to let me go, but I don't think it'll come to that here.

It won't. I won't let it.

[There's no hesitation or doubt in his voice.]

Bet they have a paper here to make all those decisions on.

Probably. It's the sort of thing hospitals tend to have. Just...our parents aren't around, you know? And even if nothing ever happens, I don't want to think about strangers making those calls for me.

[ He's not trying to sound depressed or anxious. It's just something he's thought about since gang warfare started to up. ]

I trust you to do it.

Yeah. I'm agreeing.

[Doesn't need a fucking validation (or the reminder about their parents). But right now, he's busy eating and resting. They'll have time to do their medical paperwork later.]

[ Izuku's working his way through his (still kinda bland) soup. Hospital food isn't exactly top chef cuisine. ]

I really do like it spicy now.

[It's hot and it's not just water. If he really wants more spice, hit up the chili or chicken and noodle. Miso is normally a blandish soup anyways.]

There's hot sauce packets by the silverware.

[ It is. He just likes Katsuki's propensity for seasoning things. ]

I'm almost finished anyway.

[Seasoning makes things taste better.]

Seconds?

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