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"did you see the forms i left at your desk?" recovery girl called from her office's open door.
"yes, sensei! i'm actually flipping through them right now."
your box of things was left untouched next to your desk. you'd barely gotten time to settle into UA on your first day before recovery girl put you to work. the forms were just of the students, nothing super interesting.
but one of the forms caught your eye.
Midoriya, Izuku
Age: 17
Height: 5' 5"
Quirk: [redacted]
"who's midoriya and why is his quirk redacted?" you asked aloud to no one in particular.
however, prying was none of your business. you were only recovery girl's apprentice, after all. you weren't qualified for knowing all of that information. and so, you collected all the forms and set them in your file cabinet. for the time of year, it was surprisingly full.
you had jumped in as recovery girl's apprentice after final exams at UA, transferring from shiketsu high school. their rigorous hero training had been quite intimidating, not to mention the students made your life a living hell. when you had decided to pursue your quirk in a different fashion, UA was one of the only schools who opened their doors to you.
you wanted to be a healer. that was something fulfilling and impactful. not that you hated heroes, but healing others? now that—that deserved the utmost admiration.
recovery girl waddled slowly into the nursing station and over to your desk which was on the far wall of the room. she had a pile of papers in her hand and seemed more than happy to hand them off to you.
"another chunk of paperwork to file! exciting, isn't it?"
she laughed once seeing your eyes widen at the pile. you shifted through them, noticing the same name popping up again and again and again.
midoriya.
your curiosity got the better of you. "sensei, who's midoriya?"
recovery girl let out a forced chuckle. "he has been quite the handful this year. always coming in here with a broken something or other. at this point i've kissed him more than my own husband! good luck sorting his files. i'm sure he will be in here soon so you can put a name to a face."
on perfect cue, the door to the nursing station swung open, and you felt the temperature in the room rise considerably. you turned and made eye contact with the most angry, stark-red eyes you'd ever seen. and he was smoking. like his body was literally letting off smoke.
could that be midoriya?
"can i help you?" recovery girl asked, waddling over to the boy.
"there was a bit of an incident during our training today," a tall man with long, dark hair said from behind the boy. you heard him mutter a warning to 'behave yourself' before leaving the boy at the nursing station.
he begrudgingly let recovery girl seat him on one of the nursing beds as she fanned him off. she blew off as much smoke as she could. afterward, she beckoned you over.
my first patient! let's not screw this up, you thought to yourself as you walked over to the bed.
you introduced yourself to the ash-blond boy as he huffed, barely looking in your direction.
douche.
"would you feel around and let me know what you think is wrong?" recovery girl asked. she stepped aside and let you take her place in front of the ash-blond.
"sure," you obliged, reaching out your hands to the boy's arms first.
he flinched slightly when you made contact with his skin, but let you do your thing. one of the first things you noticed when he walked in were the cuts on his arms. they were definitely fresh from at least an hour ago. and when your hands reached his chest and torso, he let out a hiss of pain.
"could you fucking not?" he growled at you under his breath.
you gave him an apologetic smile, trying to stay calm when you saw the pure rage in his eyes.
"well?" recovery girl began, asking for your diagnosis.
"well, he has a multitude of cuts on his arms, probably due to how exposed his uniform makes them. and he seems to have at least a couple of bruised ribs. nothing that puts him in critical condition from what i can tell."
recovery girl nodded with a small smile on her face. "so, do you think you can treat him for it?"
you hummed in thought, going through the medical information you had learned thus far. bruised ribs weren't too serious, neither were cuts. "yes, i should be able to treat him."
"perfect!" recovery girl smiled. "you go ahead and take this one. i'm going to go check with aizawa about the other students.
she waddled out of the nursing station, leaving you alone with your first patient.
"so now that you're done talking about me like i'm not even here, can i get some painkillers or something?" the ash-blond asked roughly, glaring daggers at you.
"not with that attitude," you replied, easily keeping up with his harsh demeanor, "i was going to heal you with my quirk first."
"whatever," the boy let out another angry huff, wincing as the harsh expel of air most likely made his ribs hurt.
"i'll need to clean your cuts first, though" you said aloud, mostly for yourself.
you had a tendency to speak aloud as your worked, and you mumbled to yourself about procedures while searching for the bandage kit. you finally found it in the medicine cabinet along the wall. you ripped open some sterile wipes and began cleaning the cuts on his arms, ignoring his wincing.
"hurt?" you asked, not looking up from cleaning his arms.
he just grunted, gritting his teeth.
the cuts looked much deeper now as you got them clean. it was then that you noticed his muscular build. his biceps were proof of his hard work, not to mention the veins that traveled down his forearms.
you quickly averted your gaze as you threw away the wipes and cleaned the bandage kits.
get it the fuck together! he's a patient and you need to get used to treating heroes.
"i'm going to heal your ribs with my quirk now," you began, placing your hands on his torso through his hero uniform.
the cuts would heal on their own with daily cleaning, but the bruised ribs would need a bit more attention if he wanted to continue training every day.
using your quirk solar, you summoned the stored energy you had from your time in the sun that morning and concentrated it through your hands into the ash-blond's body. you stayed there for a few seconds, waiting until you saw the tension between the boy's brows lessen.
"how are your ribs feeling now?" you asked, taking your hands off of his uniform.
the boy shrugged, not meeting your eyes. "fine," he mumbled, "can i go now?"
you nodded. "come back tomorrow so i can clean the cuts on your arms so they heal up well. some of these deeper ones may leave scars, nothing i can do about that. but your ribs should be good. if they start hurting again, come back and i'll give you an ice pack."
no answer from the boy who quickly got up from the bed and rushed to the door.
"oh wait!" you called. "i need to update your form."
the boy waited at the door as you ran to your desk, digging through the student files recovery girl had given you.
"are you midoriya?" you asked, assuming he was the boy who had tons of files with recovery girl.
no response.
you turned and saw the boy looking at you with his mouth agape, smoke coming off of his hands which were clenched in fists at his sides.
"DON'T COMPARE ME TO THAT PIECE OF SHIT" he yelled from across the room.
you winced, not expecting such an outburst. "geez. my bad, smokey. what's your name then?"
"katuski bakugo. DON'T FORGET IT!" he roared, stomping out of the nursing station.
outbursts weren't hurtful, not if they were from someone you didn't know. but it was still unsettling how offended he'd been. shaking off your discomfort, you dug through the files looking for his name. katuski bakugo . . .
found it!
Bakugo, Katsuki
Age: 17
Height: 5' 7"
Quirk: Explosion
ahhh, so that explains the smoke.
you updated his medical file, noticing the very few trips he'd had to take here.
hopefully he doesn't come back soon. and hopefully the other students aren't like him.