[ Time feels like it goes on forever, while Shouto waits.
His father doesn't even notice that Izuku is gone, and he can't say that he's even remotely shocked by this, given how little he pays him any attention. Some of the people who act as his eyes and ears notice, and they harass his son a little. But Shouto stares at them mutely until they leave him be, and then goes to Fuyumi for some kind of council. He appreciates her presence more than anything, and while the kindest thing Todoroki Enji could do for her is ignore her, it makes it easier for his supposed masterpiece to find some peace and quiet while his closest companion is gone.
A month can't pass faster. He misses Izuku, misses his tea and his company and his smile. Misses when he laughs at some stupid, dry thing that Shouto says offhandedly. Misses his clever mind and soft eyes.
But when he made him promise that he would come home - come back to him - this was not what he wanted.
Shouto looks up when the door opens, expecting it to be a servant or his sister, maybe one of his brothers, but his eyes widen and his entire body goes cold when he sees blood - when he sees Izuku's blood, the shaft of the arrow stark where it's struck him. ]
Wh - [ I'm home.
He lunges up as Izuku's legs give out, scrambling along on his feet so that he can catch him before he hits the ground, his heart hammering where it's lodged in his throat. ] Izuku? Izuku!
[ All he can do is call for his sister, desperate in a way he hasn't been in years. They need to move him, they need to find out what's happened, they have to take care of him - Shouto can't lose him, he just can't -
And then he sees the familiar colors of the fletching, and the panic is joined by pure, furious rage. ]
[Izuku has a high pain tolerance. It's not something that's ever come up over the year of serving Shouto. It's not something he advertises either. But the combination of the pain and the blood loss has him out cold, there's only so much a body can take.
At the very least, the arrow through his shoulder is completely through. If they somebody could remove it and cauterize the wound, he wouldn't be losing nearly as much blood.
If he were awake, he could tell Shouto to calm down, think this through. Don't behave recklessly, Shouto. But like this, he can't be the calming, rational voice he usually is.
For now, he's still breathing, even if his heartbeat is weak.]
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His father doesn't even notice that Izuku is gone, and he can't say that he's even remotely shocked by this, given how little he pays him any attention. Some of the people who act as his eyes and ears notice, and they harass his son a little. But Shouto stares at them mutely until they leave him be, and then goes to Fuyumi for some kind of council. He appreciates her presence more than anything, and while the kindest thing Todoroki Enji could do for her is ignore her, it makes it easier for his supposed masterpiece to find some peace and quiet while his closest companion is gone.
A month can't pass faster. He misses Izuku, misses his tea and his company and his smile. Misses when he laughs at some stupid, dry thing that Shouto says offhandedly. Misses his clever mind and soft eyes.
But when he made him promise that he would come home - come back to him - this was not what he wanted.
Shouto looks up when the door opens, expecting it to be a servant or his sister, maybe one of his brothers, but his eyes widen and his entire body goes cold when he sees blood - when he sees Izuku's blood, the shaft of the arrow stark where it's struck him. ]
Wh - [ I'm home.
He lunges up as Izuku's legs give out, scrambling along on his feet so that he can catch him before he hits the ground, his heart hammering where it's lodged in his throat. ] Izuku? Izuku!
[ All he can do is call for his sister, desperate in a way he hasn't been in years. They need to move him, they need to find out what's happened, they have to take care of him - Shouto can't lose him, he just can't -
And then he sees the familiar colors of the fletching, and the panic is joined by pure, furious rage. ]
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At the very least, the arrow through his shoulder is completely through. If they somebody could remove it and cauterize the wound, he wouldn't be losing nearly as much blood.
If he were awake, he could tell Shouto to calm down, think this through. Don't behave recklessly, Shouto. But like this, he can't be the calming, rational voice he usually is.
For now, he's still breathing, even if his heartbeat is weak.]