Hospitals, hospitals were horrible, horrible places filled with germs, sick people and a thousand other things that were out to get her. Fuyumi wouldn't say that she was a germaphobe, just that she was very aware of how many sick people were at the hospital.

Which is why when her father in an unusual act of fatherly kindness asked her to check on Shoto she arrived at the hospital wearing several layers of sweaters, and a surgical mask. Most of her body was covered in some form of fabric, a testament to either her insanity, complete lack of fashion sense, or her missing social graces.

Just because her brother was dumb enough to get hurt, doesn't mean she was dumb enough to get sick! She had class and at least two essays that were due yesterday to work on. A small part of her was equally aware that children were germ factories, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

"Umm, excuse me," Fuyumi mumbled placing both arms onto the reception desk where a nurse was happily ignoring her as she typed on a keyboard.

The nurse nearly jumped out of her seat when she saw Fuyumi - which did wonders for her self-confidence - before she calmed down only rolling back slightly as a hand ducked under the desk, while the other pointed down the hall. "If… if you're here to be admitted the emergency room is that way."

"What?" did she look sick? She didn't feel sick, and she most certainly couldn't afford to be sick! There was way too much work to do! "I'm just here to see my brother; Shoto Todoroki."

"Ooooh," The nurse relaxed dropping both arms to between her legs and her shoulders slumped. Like she had just gotten caught doing something really embarrassing. "With the way you look, I just assumed."

The nurse stopped talking and looked at the screen, typing in a few keywords. "Your brother is on the fourth floor, room 32-C. Once you get to the fourth floor just follow the blue line and you should find it."

"Thank you," Fuyumi mumbled glancing at the elevator and the stairs, stairs would probably be smarter, sick people probably didn't want to use the stairs.

What did the nurse think she was? Did she look sick? Was it because of the mask? It surely couldn't be because of the sweatpants, sweater, beanie, mittens she was wearing in August. Okay, so maybe she did look ever so slightly homeless, but she when left the hospital completely healthy and germ-free it would all be worth it.

Sticking to the open airways and away from the walls that were a lasagna of germs and disinfectant Fuyumi half walked, half crept her way to room 32-C. An officer stood across from the door doing his best not to look bored. Why didn't the nurse give her a guest pass or something? Didn't the hospitals do that or was that just schools?

Seriously here she was looking homeless wandering around the hospital like an insane person too afraid to touch the walls. If she had a guest pass she could just show it to him and waltz on inside. Instead, he was probably going to question her and it would be awkward because he was a cop and even though she's the daughter of a hero she was going to sweat and be nervous.

"Are you lost?" The officer asked her as she began to reach for the door.

Called it, she totally called it. Reaching into her bag she dug out her I.D. fortunately even if her father tended to be an asshole, and even if she was relatively unknown, people at least respected her father's name. "I'm Endeavor's daughter and I'm here to check on my brother."

The officer took her I.D. checking and then double checking that it was her. Continuously squinting at her eyes and hair color. Honestly, how many people had white and red hair? (seriously she understood that once quirks started appearing that traditional understanding of genetics went out the window), but she was still clearly her father's daughter… well her mother's mostly.

With a sigh, she pulled out a strand of her hair pointing to a patch of red hair that seemed to dance like a flame in the snow.

"I see, well have a nice visit ma'am." The officer handed her back the I.D. with an undeserved sense of pride that he did his job.

Without so much as a nod, she slipped into the room, forgetting a very important rule about knocking when entering a room.

"I'm like the Hand Crusher or something." Her brother said looking down at his hand frowning. He immediately looked up at her, the first to acknowledge that she had entered the room.

"Hand Crusher?!" Fuyumi froze as she heard his voice, followed by his genuine laughter. Izuku Midoriya, the fifteen-year-old soon to be hero that was her biggest crush by a long shot. He was wearing a standard hospital robe, that left a delicious portion of his chest and neck exposed.

Oh, Teny was there too.

"Fuyumi?" Shoto asked, his voice bringing Izuku's attention towards her. "What are you doing here?"

Panic! Izuku is looking right at her! And she's dressed like an insane homeless lady that owns a bunch of cats! Why on earth is Izuku here? Is he hurt too? Of course, he's hurt he's in the hospital with bandages on his arms.

"And why are you dressed like that?" Her brother finished, a small half smirk on his face was the closest he had to a smile, added onto it that one raised eyebrow he gave her when she was being ridiculous. Which as his sister she got all the time.

"Dad asked me to check on you!" She blurted in a frenzy to remove all of her extra layers, starting with the gloves and beanie. "He sounded really unhappy as well, did something happen?"

There it was, her brother's true smile. In all its smug self-satisfied glory. "I figured he'd be annoyed about taking credit"

"Credit?" She was doing her best to avoid making eye contact with Izuku who was standing there absolutely rigid staring at her like she had a quirk that gave her a third head. No amount of germ protection was worth Izuku seeing her like this. Fiddling with the bottom of her sweaters she singled out her actual clothing for the day. "What happened?"

Shoto nodded towards Izuku, a knowing glint in his eyes that he had all the pieces here and she had just walked into the viper's nest. "Izuku, why don't you explain?"

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"Izuku, why don't you explain?"

"Huh?" Izuku jumped looking between Shoto and Fuyumi, she looked like an adorable load of laundry, very warm and soft. She was nervously thumbing the bottom of her sweaters, her face flushed with color.

What was Shoto talking about again? Oh right! Endeavor being forced to take credit for capturing the hero killer Stain so that they wouldn't get in trouble. Was it really okay for Fuyumi to know about that?

"Oh well uhh." Izuku began as Fuyumi huffed, pulling all of her sweaters off at once, exposing her stomach as her shirt clung to the woolen fabric. Rational thought left him as he caught a glimpse of Fuyumi's milky white stomach, there had to be some reason why females were so alluring when their stomachs were exposed due to stretching. "Tenya got in a fight with the hero killer Stain, I showed up to try and save him, I texted Shoto the location and he showed up too, together we were able to fight and eventually beat Stain, but we can't take credit or else we'll get in trouble for basically being vigilantes, so your father is going to take credit instead so that we don't get in trouble."

Every word bled into the next as he rambled on without thinking, that was a lie. He was thinking, just all of his thoughts were directed towards one person. Fuyumi. What on earth was he even supposed to say to her! He just blabbed everything that was supposed to be a secret. It was probably alright, he trust Fuyumi.

"Oh," Fuyumi blinked at him, bringing a hand to her mouth as soon as her sweaters were off revealing the black T-shirt with a flaming beard on it. "You're not to hurt, are you? I heard about the hero killer on the news, he seemed dangerous."

"He was! He had the quirk that allowed him to paralyze people by tasting their blood, I think the duration was based on blood type or the amount of blood he consumed as he was only able to paralyze me a little bit, but the scariest thing was that he could paralyze people through fear." He was still reluctant to admit it but he kind of respected Stains' conviction.

"It was impressive," Tenya said, his tone was sad but still full of bravado. His eyes were drawn to his injured hand. "I was foolish, rushing after Hero Killer Stain on my own for the sake of revenge, but Izuku and Shoto showed up to save me, they were real heroes and fought to make sure that we wouldn't die."

"Really?" Fuyumi squeaked stepping closer a hand on her heart as she looked between Izuku and Shoto. "Thank goodness you're all still okay then!"

She moved towards her brother and pulled him into the second most awkward hug he'd seen Shoto receive the only one greater was when All Might hugged him at the end of the Sports Festival.

He heard her barely whisper. "I'm sure mom would be proud." Into Shoto's ear.

The Hug lasted for a moment with Shoto sitting there hands on lap, equal parts awkward and uncomfortable by his sister's affections. "Thank you Fuyumi."

"And you," Fuyumi mumbled walking in front of him. She paused biting her lip and grabbing one arm awkwardly, she was barely the same height as him, able to meet his blush face to face. Was that why she was wearing the mask? Was she sick too? Before he could even think she wrapped him in a surprise hug.

Again he was unable to do anything as she hugged him, it felt like it lasted an eternity trapped in her wintery warm embrace, like a warm cabin providing shelter from a raging blizzard. "Thank you for helping my brother move forward."

Her words were jittery and unstable. He felt a soft wetness press against his cheek moments before she pulled away, smiling at him with a crimson face. Did she just?

"Anyways, I gotta go! by ! great job!" She all but sprinted out of the room forgetting her pile of sweaters as she left in a hurry. That settled it, she was sick. Why else would she kiss him on the cheek like that?

"Bye Fuyumi," Izuku mumbled long after she had left the room. His heart was pounding faster than it was facing off against Stain like he had just activated full cowl on just his heart and it was going haywire from all the extra energy.

Of all the times to not have his phone with him!

"Why didn't I get a hug?" Tenya asked.

"You know," Shoto began, a confident smirk on his face as he eyed his sister's sweaters before his eyes settled on Izuku with a smile he didn't quite trust. "If you want, I can arrange Fuyumi to chaperone us for a trip to the beach during our break."

That sounded like an incredibly dangerous and absolutely brilliant idea.

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Fuyumi was out the hospital before she even realized it. Her face was so warm and she was causing the ambient temperature around her to feel more like a desert than Japan in the middle of summer.

Where on earth had that boldness come from? Not only was Izuku staring at her as she practically stripped in front of him, but she had kissed him on the cheek? That was too far, wasn't it? That girl Ochako had to be his girlfriend with how she liked his every post on facebook.

She just kissed another girls boyfriend! And she was supposed to be the responsible adult! "Still."

She placed a hand over her beating heart and took several deep breaths to cool the air around her. "I want to do it again."

AN: I'mma be honest, this is my least favorite chapter so far. But it felt needed to help them bridge the gap between online friends and real life friends. Also I'm renaming Shoto to Trolldoroki because he's going to be the best wingman and biggest troll he can be. Probably OOC. But ehh sounds fun. Anyways hope you join me for next episode.

Episode 5: Hot and cold on the beach!