Author's Note: Okay, I know I have like six other stories to finish. But...crap I'm getting more invested and it might be longer than I thought...please enjoy and beware of spoilers!

"This definitely makes our job a bit easier."

"Yes ma'am." Kiyoko nodded to her superior absently as she made sure all the necessary supplies were on hand.

"Boy, this world just seems to become more and more scary nowadays. It's a wonder we all haven't lost it. Minami-chan, hurry up. How you can daydream in a place like this chock full of villains is a mystery."

"I'm sorry ma'am." Kiyoko was looking for the surgical masks located on the bottom of the metal cart.

"Why do you bother with those things? Everything in this place is as sterile as can be. Not that they deserve it."

The older nurse scoffed lightly; their patient offered no rebuff. He himself hardly seemed awake, his pinprick eyes staring off into nothing as he looked straight ahead; Kiyoko pulled the mask over his face despite Hana's criticisms.

In some ways, she supposed there was a point in the matter; a man like Chisaki Kai who had reportedly been not only involved with the yakuza, the murder and injury of heroes, and the endangerment of a child, probably deserved a lot more than his hands being cut off and left Quirkless.

"It's fitting, isn't it?" Hana sighed as she directed Kiyoko to bring the clean bedpan.

"Chisaki-san, I need to move you now. Tell me if you feel any discomfort."

"He won't answer you know."

Kiyoko was abashed. "But aren't we supposed to tell the patients what we do before-"

"Sweetie, this is a villain hospital. Try to show a little backbone; or maybe you feel his pain?"

"Ma'am?"

"Well, I guess being born Quirkless isn't the same as getting it taken away." Hana conceded as she supervised Kiyoko while she carefully moved Chisaki's hospital gown upward. "I don't get how you ended up working here in the first place. Honestly, you need to toughen up if you want to last here. Stop being so timid around the villains."

"I don't mean to...Chisaki-san, I'm going to put the bedpan underneath you now. Me and Nurse Tanaka will turn around to give you privacy."

Kiyoko could only imagine how degrading it felt to not be able to use the bathroom on your own; she feared for the day she may need help herself. Perhaps this was why she couldn't help show some level of consideration to her patients; she prayed when the time came, her own doctor or nurse would follow protocol and be at least decent to her vulnerable state.

It was even more of a fear since Kiyoko had no Quirk to help herself in the way many others did, though not everyone had necessarily useful powers. Still, it was her Quirklessness that gave her a leg up when it came to applying for the position she held now; the hospital staff actually prefered those who didn't have Quirks that could be considered dangerous or used in anyway to help patient's escape or harm anyone. Coupled with her qualifications and her obedient, subdued personality, Kiyoko was a good fit.

In the past they had issues with patients being mistreated, and staff regularly found subtle ways to violate policies in place to protect the well being of the individuals they were expected to treat, despicable villains or not. It was their job and Kiyoko was of the right temperament and level of professionalism to pull it off.

If anything, it was colleagues like Hana that pushed her around more often than any of their ill tempered or frankly unhinged patients; Kiyoko had heard her and others make jabs when they believed she was not listening on her lack of Quirk, even a useless one. She resolved not to pay it any mind; it was not the first time people had done so, and it wouldn't be the last.

If she could change bedpans and clean up afterward, Kiyoko figured teasing was the least she could handle. This was only the fourth time she had aided the patient under Hana's supervision.

Chisaki Kai; for someone who seemed so fearsome, he had been oddly complacent and silent. Since she had begun the round with Hana, he had not spoken or complained when she had to clean him or given any hint to show he was even aware of her presence or the necessary invasion of his privacy. It was decided he would not be given prosthetics; the idea was too risky should he somehow be able to activate his Quirk through other means or attack the staff.

Besides, Kiyoko knew no one really cared to bother giving him any sort of mobility. It was easier in some ways to keep patients invalid.

Once Kiyoko was finished redressing Chisaki, she took the bedpan to the bathroom adjacent to his bed and dumped the contents out into the toilet, making sure to check first for any abnormalities. The she went to work on scrubbing the pan with a hard bristled sponge.

"Minami-chan, will you hurry it up? I'm going to lunch in five minutes." Hana made no pretense of resenting she had to supervise her; Kiyoko did not bother to remind her it would be the last time the older nurse would need to.

"I'm sorry, I'm nearly done-oh!"

The wet bedpan slipped from her gloved hands onto the floor; Kiyoko bent over to pick it up to rewash it. Hana sighed heavily.

"Can't you do anything right? Look, I'm going to be late. You're doing fine enough and we haven't heard a peep from this villain in weeks anyway. Think you can handle finishing up in here?"

"Yes ma'am."

Hana rolled her eyes. "And you don't need to keep giving him those masks."

"But the doctor said he might have mysophobia. Should we try to-?"

"Fine, do what you want." Hana was becoming more irritable the longer she spoke to Kiyoko, who often frustrated her with her rigid following of protocol. "Let them walk over you."

Kiyoko flinched as the door shut deftly; she turned back to the mirror and continued to scrub out the bedpan until she was certain it was clean and dried it off with paper towels. When she put it back on the shelf of the mobile cart, Kiyoko went back to Chisaki.

"Chisaki-san, I need to undo your bandages and sterilize the wounds. It may look discomforting, so try to-"

"Just get on with it."

Kiyoko shut her mouth closed and wasted no time gently unrolling the old wrappings from the stumps that were once his arms. The end was smooth and shiney, the skin pulled over the once gaping wound; there was a clear scar that would develop. For now, Kiyoko cleaned the slight opening with antiseptic; she knew there were staff members who could at least make the healing process less painful, but it was highly unlikely they felt it necessary.

"How can they act how they do? How do two wrongs make a right? At the very least, why would they want to stoop to the level of villains like this man and the others here?"

"The strings on this mask are too loose."

Kiyoko's eyes involuntarily met his; she was used to looking into the eyes of men and women who stared right through her, who would most likely kill her if given the opportunity, or worse. Since the day Chisaki Kai had arrived at the hospital, his eyes had been the pinnacle of hollow, reflecting nothing and seeing nothing.

They shined when she stared back and used the tips of her fingers to undo the strings of the surgical mask from behind his ears. Even with how careful she was trying to be, her skin still managed to make contact with the tips of his hair and the rim of his earlobe.

"Excuse me, I'll get another if they make you feel at ease."

"You don't have to be so careful. I don't care if you touch me. You're not diseased."

Kiyoko's polite smile faltered for an instant. "I hope so. If that was the case, I wouldn't be able to come in to work after all. The last thing my supervisors want is an ill person treating others already in bad health."

"That's not what I meant. Will you be my regular nurse?"

"Yes, though the doctor will still come by to check on your amputations until they're fully healed."

Chisaki continued to stare. "If it's just you, you don't have to put the mask on me. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with that hag."

"Chisaki-san, Nurse-"

"I couldn't care less what her title or name is." Chisaki cut her off quietly.

Before Kiyoko could say anymore, Hana herself came sweeping through, going straight to the cart.

"Forgot my ID badge." she stopped and gave Kiyoko and Chisaki a strange look. "Don't tell me you're still fiddling with the mask thing?"

"Ma'am, I-"

"You silly girl. Just do your job and get on with it, won't you? You should have been done and on to the next room by now. Can't you do anything without help?" Hana let out a deep breath and walked over briskly, hand ready to snatch the offending object from Chisaki's face.

She screamed as he nearly bit the joining skin between her thumb and forefinger; after a moment, her palm struck his cheek hard enough to make his neck twist and his head fall off the pillow.

"Nurse, please, control yourself!" Kiyoko stepped in front of the bed and took Hana's arm in her hand firmly. "This is not how we do things! Please, just calm down."

"Quirkless freak."

Hana yanked away from the younger woman's grip and sent her a nasty look as she violently grabbed her ID and stuffed the mask into the trash.

"He's your problem now. Good luck."

Kiyoko jumped as the door slammed shut and she was left alone with Chisaki; his even breathing was the only thing she could hear.

"There's no need to be afraid Minami-san. I won't bite."

"I...I still need to clean you. Are you calm?"

"Yes." Chisaki's expression had not changed in the slightest since the attempted attack.

Kiyoko went to the bathroom and filled the small tub with warm water and added plenty of soap; she found a clean rag to use, somehow keeping her hands from trembling as she prepared her supplies. It was not the first time she had witnessed a villain trying to attack one of her colleagues. Kiyoko herself had been on the bad end of a patient's temper a few too many times for her own comfort; but the change in Chisaki's mood was what managed to unsettle her. He allowed her to scrub his shoulders and neck with easy compliance, even moving himself to make it easier to reach certain spots.

"Chisaki-san, I need to take off your pants now."

"Fine."

He watched her unblinkingly, raising his hips so she could pull the thin fabric off; typically it was standard that male were washed and changed by male staff, and the same went for women. Unfortunately, resources were few along with the ratio of male to female employees; in general, there weren't many willing to work in such a place, let alone take on such tasks. Kiyoko had seen more than her fair share of areas where the sun didn't shine, and now she hardly spared a glance when having to clean a man. The only thing that disturbed her was the fact that unlike most who prefered to stare at the ceiling or anything else as Kiyoko went about her cleaning, Chisaki had purposefully scooted up so he could watch her.

"I heard he was very mindful of hygiene. Chances are he wants to make sure I'm doing a good job. A Quirkless freak like me would need to be supervised even by criminals to make sure they don't screw up…"

"That hag had a point though. You shouldn't allow trash to speak to you in a such a way, especially not people like her who are the ones diseased to the touch."

Kiyoko continued to run the rag over his legs. "Please Chisaki-san, we don't talk about the staff that way. I apologize for Nurse Hana though, she went too far. I will not allow that to happen while you're under my care here."

"I'm glad. You seem to not comprehend how beneath you she is though."

Kiyoko said nothing; sometimes it was best to not speak to the patients. Chisaki seemed to be not know what he was saying, but that was understandable. He didn't seem quite right in the head at all; this was in fact the first time Kiyoko had heard him speak at all since she began tending to him on her route.

"A woman like you, untouched and clean…"

She unwillingly looked up; Chisaki obliged her silent question.

"You're Quirkless. You were lucky enough to be one of the 20% of the population born uncontaminated. I envy you. Of course, I hoped to use my own disease to somehow find a way to rid the world of the corruption, to bring the Shie Hassaikai to its former glory-"

Chisaki fell silent and a sudden tension hung about him; Kiyoko had not made any effort to stop him from speaking. It had been a while since he had spoken; Chisaki probably didn't mean to speak so much, though Kiyoko was hardly surprised. She was often so quiet, people commented that talking to her was very much like using a sounding board to verbally express their thoughts. In another life, she might have entertained the idea of being a therapist.

"My apologies. I'm sure a 'nice' girl like yourself wouldn't care to hear about such things."

Kiyoko didn't miss the hint of derision in his tone; many of the villains commented often on how people like her could never hope to understand why they did the things they did. Her world and theirs were as far apart as could be.

"If you would like, I don't mind listening." Kiyoko replied softly as she ran the rag over his cheek. "I should tell you now, frequently the staff here may be questioned on the possibility they hear any information pertaining to cases the authorities are investigating. If you tell me something they need to now, I've been sworn to not keep it a secret. If what you speak to me about doesn't fall into the this category, it will be kept in confidence."

"Hospital policy?"

"No, mine." Kiyoko offered a smile. "If it's not necessary, I don't think it's right to tell every little thing I hear from the patients. A few have no one to really talk with. Some of the staff here…"

"They aren't quite so kind as you."

Kiyoko made sure to be extra careful cleaning the half of his face Hana had stricken. "Some people here are just very tired. Not many of the patient's here are so cooperative when we try to administer medicine or treatments. I suppose it's to be expected."

"I see no reason to not cooperate. You are the one seeing to me and you've shown me consideration, more than anyone else I've come into contact with so far here."

Kiyoko only smiled vaguely; flattery was expected to be endured and ignored for the most part. She kept silent, resuming a look of concentration as she wiped his now reddened cheek, no doubt stinging from the harsh slap. She placed her fingers on his cheek and indeed the skin was hot; she frowned and thought to get some ice or cream to lessen any bruising. Old as she was, frail Hana wasn't.

"Chisaki-san, does it hurt very much?"

Chisaki's eyes found hers. "Not so much anymore."

Kiyoko had to admit, he had quite the silver tongue for a man who spoke so little previously.

"Minami-san?"

Kiyoko was searching the cabinet for an ice pack. "Yes Chisaki-san?"

"What do you know about yakuza?"