Days passed by. The city looked perhaps better than before the attack of the enemies. The walls were repaired, pieces of houses were no longer lying on the streets, and people were no longer screaming in terror.

For Midoriya alone, every day was just another ordeal. He himself came out of all this, as always, with only, according to him, harmless fractures. Todoroki and his family were in for an initial shock, but somehow they came to the realization that it wasn't all that surprising. The other classmates only had a few scratches and bruises. The reason why one specific organ in his body was hurting wasn't from overusing his quirk, but his blond friend who was in serious condition in the hospital.

He did not dare to come to him. She doesn't have the guts to see him in white sheets with some box of charts he doesn't know beeping.

She is afraid of losing him. And if she's going to lose him, she doesn't want to remember him...like this. Even Katsuki himself wouldn't want that.

Every night she lies down in her boy's bed, which smells exactly like him. She can't stop sniffing his sweatshirt. Caramel.

After that, he wakes up every morning hoping that it was all just a dream and that his boy will soon start caressing him all over his body, just like he did with a smile.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't want to go after him and snuggle up to him, hold him tight and listen quietly to his heartbeat until he woke him up one morning with a caress in his hair.

He always learns news from classmates or teachers. He finds it strange, but he really can't. Everyone respects it, after all, he is his childhood best friend, Izuku's role model.

Every night he fell asleep with the ring firmly in his hand. The only thing he will ever have left.

What surprised them the most was that when they told him that Bakugou had woken up, he didn't go after him. He didn't stand by him even once. He couldn't.

Katsuki had been lying in white fully conscious for a few days now. His wounds didn't hurt, he took too much sedative for that, what he would need anesthetics for is the feeling in his heart. Izuku didn't come to him. He didn't even let himself be known. He knew from others that he was completely fine and continued to train.

So why didn't he come to him? Why didn't he call?

He can't answer this. You could say he doesn't even want to, because what if he himself is the reason why he didn't come here?

He was trying to protect someone he loves and now he seems to have abandoned him. He told him he wouldn't let anything happen to him. Is he mad about it now? He couldn't let him hurt himself willingly again!

How many more nights in the white room will he have to spend alone?