"Well, you just need to rest up a while. Have a gummy." Recovery Girl gave them both a solid glare. "This is what happens when you act without supervision."
Hima-kun, back to his usual self, bowed his head apologetically; Hayate merely blinked his eyes and chewed on the gummy.
"Well, I expect Aizawa-sensei has more to say to you on that subject when the others get back. Meanwhile I have better things to do than look after you; Sasaki-kun, I expect you to keep an eye on this one until he's recovered."
"Yes'm."
"Good boy. You can have a gummy too." With that, she bustled off, looking both worried and annoyed.
Hima-kun sat next to Hayate's bed and sighed.
"Hayate-kun?"
"Yes?"
"I… I'm sorry. For the things I… he said."
Hayate gave a weak smile and twitched his ears. "Well, it was certainly an interesting way to get to know you — him."
Hima-kun groaned. "The worst thing is, I can remember every single word of it. I remember every emotion that I felt, every moment of his existence." He put his head in his hands. "I felt completely justified in everything I said. I remember every single sensation."
He gave a hoarse chuckle and looked sidelong at Hayate. "D'you know, at one point I even felt you flinch? And I knew I could snap you in half without thinking of it. I was enjoying it. I enjoyed the power. I wanted to hurt someone. I thought I didn't but I did. I… I can't control that. I can't control him." He sighed again. "I was stupid to think I ever could, even for something as simple as this… He's just not suited for hero work."
Hayate said nothing, and wondered why both Hima-kun and Faux Might had got so talkative today.
Suki looked ruefully at the singed and ashy sheets. It would cost a fortune to replace all of this as well as making sure the 'blind' staff stayed blind. That was the thing with this sort of place, they would look right past you until you cost them money. Oh well. There was plenty of cash in the handbag on the nightstand. They'd understand that, at least.
Endeavour had left early that morning, trying to avoid the gaze of both Suki and the staff. He needn't have bothered; Suki was very particular about erasing any records that might exist. It was better that way, for everyone.
Suki had told Endeavour a sweetly traumatic story about being diagnosed Quirkless, the same story everyone heard about Suki. About the many years of loneliness and stigma. It usually got a few sympathy points, especially from any heroes Suki happened to meet. One hero, many years ago, had even cried and promised to help Suki in any way she could; it hadn't happened. Endeavour, last night, had simply grunted. Somehow, Suki preferred it that way.
Of course, the story was almost true. At any rate, Suki did not have a flashy Quirk that might have been of some use – not according to the rest of society.
Suki took a small vial out of the handbag and began, methodically, to comb over the bad and the floor. With a hero like Endeavor, there wouldn't be any stray hairs around the place; Master had been right about that. There would be other ways of getting what Suki wanted.
Bingo.
Suki scooped the DNA sample into the vial, resealing it so that nothing spilled. There. Now Suki could add a strand of hair in private so that the real Quirk work could begin.
Suki left, making sure to leave an extra-large wad of cash to pay for the room. It was a small price to pay for what Suki had planned.
To: "Quirk Eater"
I have caught fire at last. I am ready to use my Quirk on your command.
Your "Cloner", Suki
To: Todoroki Enji, aka 'Endeavour'
I would like to extend my deepest gratitude for the great service you performed for me in recent times, and the excellent heroism you displayed on all counts. I was in awe at the skill and passion of such an excellent professional hero in all of the relevant situations.
If it is not too much trouble, may I have an autograph in the provided stamped and addressed envelope? Please sign it 'to Suki' if you would be so good.
From your great admirer,
'Suki', aka Sasaki Susumu