Izuku looked out the window at the clinic. The light cascaded in brightening his mood, but only a little.
His polycythemia vera disease was getting worse.
He got his first blood clot when he was a kid. He had unbearable pain in his leg, his mom was scared he broke it. But in reality, he had a rare blood disease where his body produces too much red blood cells causing a thickening of the blood.
The only way to prevent blood clots was to drain yourself of a liter of blood every few weeks.
Somehow Izuku was getting worse. He needed to be bled three times a week. Each time cost 45 dollars, he simply couldn’t afford it. He couldn’t sell his blood either, felt like a waste.
It used to be covered by insurance but only once he’s met the deductible. Today, it was January 1st. He usually didn’t make his deductible until August at the earliest because besides this, he was extremely healthy.
He used to get money from his mom however, she died in September. It was just him and his mom. He never imagined he would have to live without her.
Now Izuku isn’t a kid, he is 22 and just got hired as a nurse. But nurses are the least paid profession at the hospital that required a four-year degree.
He was broke, to put it lightly, and he didn’t know what to do.
He lived in a shitty apartment alone. His old apartment was too expensive for one person ever sense…
He closed his eyes and let the sun bask his face.
What was he going to do?
“Hey Midoriya,” the nurse said bandaging his arm. He had slicked-back black hair and an all-over emo kind of vibe.
“What’s up Tokoyami?”
“Are you going to Todoroki’s party?”
“Sure, I’ll never turn down free food.”
“See you there then?” He took off his gloves and threw them in the garbage.
Izuku found himself sitting at the Todoroki manor, carrying extra plates and napkins because he didn’t know how to come to a party empty-handed.
He came in the door cautiously, unsure how this night was going to go.
There wasn’t an excessive amount of people there, he noticed a large amount of alcohol and sighed.
People on blood thinners can’t drink alcohol.
He mingled a little, not really in the mood for small talk. He ate some sushi, and bread before excusing himself to look around.
Todoroki’s parents and siblings moved a long time ago, leaving him with their vast estate. One mansion, a few guest houses, a tennis court, a stable, and acres for the horses.
This was the first of many parties he had planned for this year.
Izuku traced his fingers along the ridges of the old wood as if committing them to memory. Why he’s unsure.
He knew he had strayed too far from the party, he had no reason to go this far into the mansion, but something drew him closer.
He heard movement in a nearby room. He tiptoed close and barely peeked in before seeing a familiar silhouette.
It looked just like Kacchan! They had been roommates after his mom died and one day went missing, it had been several years since then. His eyes were watering at the rare chance his best friend could still be alive. He always believed, he never gave up on him. He reposted his missing person posters every week for the last years. The longest years of his life.
“Kacchan!” He swung open the door covering the form with light.
His hair was a bright, yellow, and spiked all over as he remembered. But his skin was pale, and his gaze, ashen. His muscle mass remained but he looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“Deku?” He hissed at the light and covered his eyes. He grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the room and shut the door.
“Kacchan! Where hav-“
“Shut up!” Bakugou peeked around the door to see if anyone was looking. “Were you followed?”
“Who would follow me at a party? But Kacchan,” his mouth got all wobbly and his tears dripping down his chin. “Kacchan is it really you?”
“Shhh! Yes, it’s me, Deku be quiet!”
Izuku sobbed and wrapped his arms around Bakugou’s waist. “I missed you Kacchan! Please, please don’t go!”
Bakugou hesitated, and then returned the hug. “Deku you big cry baby.”
“Where did you go?” He sniffled.
“Ask him.” Bakugou gestured the figure in the doorway.
Izuku looked over and saw Todoroki the owner of the house he was totally snooping in. He stood up straight as an arrow and bowed at a 90-degree angle.
“I am very sorry for snooping! Please don’t kill me!!”
“Ease up Midoriya, I’m not here to fight.”
The door shut and Todoroki turned on the dim lights.
“I have an explanation if you’re willing to sit down and listen?”
Izuku sat in the ancient-looking chair. He wiped his teary eyes on his sleeve. “I’m listening.”
“I’m a vampire, we both are actually.”
Izuku’s expression didn’t change, he just nodded to signify he understood.
“Yo Deku, that means we’re undead.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“And you’re not surprised?” Todoroki asked.
“Well, I had a few theories. One was the decor. It’s all very old fashioned signifying either this place was old or you were. Kacchan’s appearance added the plausibility of a supernatural component. But I wasn’t-“
“Deku shut the fuck up for once,” Bakugou growled
“Oh sorry, continue.”
“Well I’m a born vampire, that means I was never bitten. And before you ask, I didn’t turn Bakugou.”
“If you did you would have devoured me by now.”
They both shook the image from their minds, very glad they only got boners when they wanted to.
“Ahem… anyway, Bakugou was turned by our rivals, they still drink non consensually and kill their victims. They turned Bakugou but when he learned they-“
“…he went on a rampage, killing some of their secret members, publicly.”
“I’m not allowed outside for the rest of this century,” Bakugou grumbled.
“But your mom! Our friends!”
“Can’t know the truth, or the league of villains will come for them.”
“But I know the truth?”
“Yes, you’ll have to stay here until we can find somewhere safe for you to-“
Izuku laughed and hugged Todoroki’s cold stiff body. “My lease ends tomorrow! This is a dream come true!”
“Glad I could help?”
Bakugou shook his head fighting a grin.
Izuku grinned. Who knew snooping could have such good benefits?