The next morning was a blur for the most part, my headache didn't seem to improve, but today was a special day. Rescue Training. Even if I couldn't do much physically, I could watch and listen, definitely something to learn.

My head continued to hurt, but I still got to school at a reasonable speed, laying my head down when I got there a good fifteen minutes early. Iida was talking about everyone needing to sit down and be quiet a couple of minutes before the bell rang. I sat up to wait, watching forward, zoning out to dull out the noise around me.

I jumped when the door opened suddenly and everyone was quiet, with their eyes front.

"Today we will be going off campus for some training. Rescue Training. You guys are still getting used to your hero costumes, so wear what you feel most comfortable in." Aizawa said as he shoved his hands in his pockets with a sigh.

Everyone got changed and Iida was yelling for us to line up before getting on the bus, I sat near the front. Aizawa stood next to me at the front of the bus, using a pole to hold onto. The whole class was really excited, but their conversations were just white noise as the throbbing slowly stopped for the time being.

Once we got to the USJ, we met 13 and she gave a speech about the usage of quirks before the lights flickered and the USJ was attacked by villains. Aizawa went to fight the horde of low-level thugs, and as 13 told Iida to get help, some of the students got warped to different parts of the facility.

I was warped with Asui, Midoriya, and Mineta in the shipwreck zone. I managed to listen to each of them when we were trying to make a plan of how to get out of this, each listing off their quirks. I explained the basics of my quirk and we figured out a good plan to take down the villains surrounding the ship.

Most of the fight was a blur; when we got to the edge of the pool the only thing I focused on was how injured Aizawa was. My whole body felt hot and heavy, and before I knew it I was in the middle of a fight, pushing the others out of the way as the light blue haired man, with hands all over him, lunged his hand toward my face.

I pushed back the pain from my head and kept a focus on him, to be sure anything he did was transferred to the ground in front of me. There was a loud noise coming from the entrance and everyone looked that way.

All Might arrived and after a few minutes the four of us were out of the water and the broken Aizawa was lying next to us. We were told to get Aizawa to safety in the huge commotion. Asui and I picked up Aizawa, and Mineta walked with us.

The walk back toward the entrance, and all could focus on the short breaths I heard from Shouta as I carried him. Other students ran down the stairs and helped up bring him up and set him on the ground. I knelt in the ground and his head rested in my lap as the others looked around.

Everything around me seemed to stop as I looked down at him. His face was bashed into the concrete and the usual peaceful expression he had when he rested was gone and replaced with one of pain and discomfort.

Tears started to come to my eyes but I kept them hidden from the rest of the class as they focus on other things. It hurt so much to see him like this. If this damn headache wasn't on my mind so much I could've done more for him. My chest tightened and I just want him to be okay.

It wasn't long until the other teachers showed up and got the situation under control and Shouta and 13 were taken to the hospital. All of the students were fine except something happened to Midoriya's legs.

The whole class was only questioned a little before being packed onto a bus and taken back to the school to go home. My headache seemed to have subsided as we all got back and changed out of our costumes and left to go home for the day.

On my way walking home I got a couple texts from my mom about how they were going to go see how Shouta and how he was doing, and asking how I was doing. I said I was fine and got home feeling exhausted and drained.

I didn't even eat before plopping onto the couch and passing out.

When I woke up the lights were off and my head still hurt. It was probably late, and the couch didn't feel great. I stood up and slowly walked to the guest room since it was closer. The bed was nice; I crawled under the covers, which seemed to be warm, in the dark with a yawn. Maybe I'll visit Shouta tomorrow in the hospital.

In the morning, class had been called off for the day, which didn't matter since I just decided to try and sleep off the sickness I felt. When I opened my eyes I saw messy black hair and after blinking a few more times I realized I wasn't alone in the bed. I looked closer and realized this mummy of a man was Shouta wrapped in bandages.

Why was he out of the hospital? He is still hurt! I sat up gently and leaned over him, looking closer at him. His face was almost completely covered, his arms were in slings, but he was shirtless otherwise and it made me blush slightly.

"You look creepy just staring at me like that…" Shouta suddenly said in a sleepy voice as he took an almost sharp breath in before yawning.

I jumped at that and looked away, "I didn't know you were awake…or that you were even out of the hospital."

He seemed to sigh, "I was going to go home, but your dad wouldn't let me be alone while I'm recovering for the most part. He is too worried."

"Well yeah! I'm worried too! We were told you could lose your vision…What would you do then?" I said quietly as I continued to look down at him. "I hadn't had a dumb headache I probably could've done more or something. I was so unfocused all I could do to help was carry you to the entrance." I said as I started tearing up, covering my face with my hands to try and hide it.

"Part of my job is to protect my students…that includes you. You did more than enough, but what is this talk of a headache. If you weren't feeling well why didn't you go to the nurses' office?" He said as he stayed lying down, still tired.

I sighed a bit, "I wanted to learn about rescue training. Even if I couldn't end up participating I thought I could learn something." I paused, wanting to shift the subject. "How are you feeling?"

"How do I look? Your mom managed to fix some bigger injuries but my arms still need to heal properly, and my face is pretty busted up. So I'm feeling fine." He said in a bit of a sarcastic tone. "Why did you sleep in here last night? How did you not notice someone else was already occupying this bed?" Even in this state, he could find a way to tease me.

"I was really tired! My room is upstairs and it was too far away." I huff and get up from the bed. "I'll go get you some water and see if mom is making breakfast. Just feel better okay? Rest and don't do too much!" I say with a slight blush before walking out of the room.