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Yuuei Hospital, the #1 hospital in the nation wanted Izuku to be the head of Neurosurgery.
Wait.
He wasn’t dreaming like he thought he was when Izuku’s phone rang at 3:22pm on a random tuesday. The caller ID was unfamiliar, yet the young man reluctantly answered the call.
“Hello, Is this Izuku Midoriya?” A mans voice came from the phones speakers.
“This is he, how may I help you?” This was odd, Izuku never gave out his personal number. How did this person know him?
“This is Dr. Nezu from Yuuei hospital, I was wondering if we could talk about you potentially being my new head of neurosurgery?”
What. The. Fuck.
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So thats how 26 year old Izuku Midoriya ended up being hired at Yuuei Hospital.
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Izuku walked the halls until he found the attendings locker room and walked inside. Two attending surgeons were sitting on a bench talking as they put their scrubs on.
The talking seized as they both looked straight at Izuku.
“Wait- Midoriya?” The red haired one said.
“Oh my god, Kirishima! I didn’t expect to see you here!” Yes! Someone familiar.
“Damn, you haven’t changed one bit since med school. What are you doing here?” Kirishima questioned happily, standing up to greet Izuku.
“Ah, I was just hired. Todays my first day!”
“No way! Thats so cool, man.”
Izuku put his things into his assigned cubby space and grabbed the dark blue scrubs from his bag.
“How have you been Kiri? I haven’t seen you in forever.”
Kirishima rambled on and on as Izuku quickly changed, leaving his black, long sleeved shirt on under his scrub top.
“Wait, I haven’t even asked you what Nezu hired you for!” The redhead put his hands on his hips.
“Ah, head of Neurosurgery. I’m suprised you didn’t ask sooner.” Izuku short him a warm smile as they both walked out of the lounge.
Kirishima’s jaw was slack. “No way. Thats crazy!”
Izuku clipped his ID card onto his scrub pocket and rubbed the back of his neck. “Good crazy or bad crazy?”
“Obviously good! Man, I knew you were aiming for Neuro during school, but damn- You finally made it!” The taller man smiled as the two walked side by side.
It felt good to already have a friend.
A buzzing went off in his pocket, his pager.
“Shit, I gotta go to the pit. See you later Kiri!” The man almost ran down to the ER.
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“18 year old GSW to the chest and left leg, possible brain injury!” a paramedic yelled as Izuku helped them to a trauma room. He quickly slipped the hospitals clear gloves onto his hands and grabbed his penlight from his scrub tops pocket.
“Someone page Cardio, now!” Izuku yelled over the chaos. A resident ran to the phone to help and Izuku shined the penlight into the unconscious kid’s eyes.
“Pupils are equal and reactive, I need a head CT and-“
A familiar pair of red eyes greeted Izuku for the first time in 6 years.
No fucking way.