My time in ICU dragged on. My parents came in to visit me, bringing with them a good murder mystery novel for me to read and always tons of love and affection. After their visit, the respiratory therapist came with the doctor. As the therapist was checking my breathing the doctor spoke with me. "Yamane, your operation was successful. We were able to perform a lobectomy and the tumor was removed from your lung. We will be starting you on your first set of chemotherapy and radiation treatments soon. We will speak with you once you leave ICU about your chemotherapy. For now, please rest Yamane."

I gave a nod as I glanced down at the therapist as he told me to take a deep breath and hold it in before give a slow gentle exhale. These were my breathing exercises now. The doctor, after checking my vitals and all the strange tubes connected to me, bowed and took his leave. The therapist continued to work with me on my breathing. "One more deep breath Yamane, exhale slowly."

After my exhale I sat there, my hands at my sides in a bit of irritation. "What does this even do for me?"

The therapist smiled at me as he scooted closer, I could see the form of his eyes clearly, they looked strange, odd etchings seemingly inside them. He must be Quirked, wonder what it was. Either way, I watched him get a bit excited as he answered. "Well Yamane, your breathing like this is allowing your lungs to expand and get oxygen flowing into your lungs again. Soon you should be able to breath normally." I gave a quick nod before a bit of small coughs came from me. I remembered his words as he focused on me and I calmed my breathing and took deep, calming, slow breaths to get the coughing under control.

Once I had finished coughing, the therapist gave a nod and left the room. I gave a weak wave, but the action left me a bit fatigued, so I moved gently and slowly to lift my book. Since I had no more visitors to torment me, and I had a moment's peace, I resigned myself to reading. My thoughts intently fixated on the book…for the most part. I could feel myself drifting to topics of how chemo was going to go, would the radiation therapy hurt, and…what would Toshinori do about all of this. I shook my head, I didn't want to think about losing Toshinori over my lung cancer. He said he would stay…I…I needed to trust him. I did trust him. He's a Pro-Hero, he should be good to his word.

I clenched my hands into fists as I went back to reading my book, but Toshinori remained on my mind. However, I forced myself not to think of losing him. Rather, I chose to focus on what he was probably doing at the moment: fighting villains, saving tons of people, being the best Pro-Hero I've ever met, laughing obnoxiously with a stupid idiot's grin plastered to his smug face…things like that. The words in my book started to meld together as I wondered if he was safe with whatever he was doing…probably not. No, no. I need to remain diligent with reading. Murder mystery, yeah!

I went back to my book, but Toshinori still kept coming to mind. I dreaded that face, I was becoming like them…his stupid fucking fangirls! I hated how my thoughts were now being filled with his moronic face. I hated how I was becoming a compulsive, giddy fangirl for him. Wait! No…no! I am not a fangirl for All Might; I'm not nearly as pathetic. I just need to get ahold of myself. I took a calm, slow breath as I placed my hand over my cannula, being sure not to yank on it or anything of the sort. I needed to remind myself that even though All Might was cool, suave, courageous, daring, kind…handsome…chiseled…Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit!

My calming breaths weren't helping me stop my attention on Toshinori, nor was me cursing myself in my head. I gave a weak, hoarse sigh as I closed the novel and held it in my lap. My hand was resting overtop of it as I turned carefully to stare out the window of my room. I was in love with him…it was the thing I hated most about myself and this whole situation. I was starting to fall in love with the man wearing the costume. I wasn't a fangirl…I wasn't sure what I was. I wanted to curl up into myself, but the tubes and wiring attached to my body made it a bit difficult, so I plopped backwards onto my pillow as I closed my eyes.

I was so tired of this whole mess, tired of everything. I just wanted to get some rest, the doctors had been telling me to do that for a while. A gentle nap should clear my mind of Toshinori and allow me to be hyper-focused on my book. I let the embrace of rest envelope me as I drifted off to restful, recuperative sleep.

At least I would have, had a booming voice not rung out from further off from my door. A booming, low voice that I recognized all too well. "Recovery Girl, thank you so much for agreeing to take a look at her. How can I ever repay you?"

I heard a woman's voice, but she sounded a bit older, maybe around my mother's age? I listened as she replied. "Hush Toshinori, you can repay me by stopping yourself from getting all torn up. You're still as bad as you were when you were a kid. I swear."

She…called him by his name. She must know him well. She did bring up his childhood. I wondered who Recovery Girl was to Toshinori. Of course, I had heard of Recovery Girl, she was a healer and support based hero, but was she part of Toshinori's agency? Also, how did she come in contact with him when he was a kid?

I didn't have to wait long to meet her and ask all these questions though because as I began to open my eyes, I heard the door open slowly. Toshinori's quieter voice greeted me. "S-Sweetheart, you awake?"

I groaned, which immediately gave a pained wince as I curled up a bit and placed my hands over my chest. "Shit! God! I am now…"

Toshinori quickly hurried over to me, kneeling before my bedframe as if I were dying. He had that panicked look his those aquan eyes. I grit my teeth, trying desperately to smile, in hopes it would reassure him. I don't think it did as he grimaced and looked over at an elder woman who was walking over to me at her own pace. "Can't you help her?"

"Give me a moment Toshinori, I need to look her over first." The woman came over to me again at her own pace, before looking me over and examining me. As she gazed with intensity into my green eyes, I became a bit paranoid and awkward. I started to lean away from her with some difficulty as each inch I leaned away sent pain and agony to my brain in hopes of getting me to stop the action. I persisted.

Recovery Girl did not seem deterred by my action as she continued to observe and examine me. After a few silent moments of being uncomfortably gawked at by the Support Hero Recovery Girl, she asked me a question. "Toshinori says you have lung cancer, is that true?"

I blinked in a bit of confusion before I turned my head slightly to Toshinori before focusing on the woman once more. "Yeah…but the doctor told me earlier that my surgery was a success and that the tumor was removed."

She nodded a moment, seeming to contemplate something. "Right. Well, you still will need to go through you therapies to ensure it does not return, as for your surgery, I can lessen your time here in the ward, but –" She seemed to be looking past me a bit, almost as though she were zeroing in on Toshinori, "But I cannot remove or take the cancer away."

I thought about that, I wasn't expecting any help at all, and this woman was offering to take away the pain I was feeling after my surgery? Hell, that is better than nothing. I gave a rapid nod of my head, my dirty blonde matte of hair flying every which way. "Please, I'd…really appreciate it."

Recovery Girl gave a swift smile as she placed her lips on my resting hand. At first, I will admit, that really creeped me out. However, a few moments after, my chest wasn't in nearly as much pain, I could move with a lot less pain. The fatigue was present, but it was manageable. My eyes must have glimmered with amazement as I faced her because she smiled with a response of, "I didn't really do much, I merely quickened your healing process."

She gingerly paced herself over to Toshinori, glaring up at him a bit. "And you! You made it sound like she was in a life or death situation. Haven't I told you before to think before you speak? You really haven't grown up at all, have you?"

I watched in awe, I was confused, but mostly in awe. This super short elderly woman was…scolding the massive giant known as All Might, and she made him look like a puppy with his tail between his legs. This was by far interesting. I could see the blush forming on Toshinori's face as he rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I'm really worried about her."

Recovery Girl gave a sigh as she shook her head and walked over to the door to leave. "ICU visiting hours end soon Toshinori, I'll give you a few moments to say goodbye. You two stay fit and healthy. Take care." With that she left the room, Toshinori and I being left alone.

A smirk twinged at my lips as I watched him, "Worried about me, are you? So worried that you had to bring Recovery Girl in to fix me?"

He grabbed my hand in his, I could feel the callouses and what feel like a couple new cuts and bumps. He was working today, I could tell…his hands felt different. They were still gentle, but there were scars and cuts. He had been fighting. I ignored it, preferring to listen to his comeback. He went with honesty. "Yes…I'm truly worried about you. What if the surgery wasn't a success? I know I can't do much and that annoys the shit out of me, but…I had to try something. The best I could offer was begging Recovery Girl to come here and see what she could do."

My cheeks started to heat up as I became embarrassed with his response. When he gave honesty like that, it usually always threw me off my game. I gave a weak cough, which caused a jolt from him as his eyes gazed deeply at me as if I was going to die. I shook my head and gave a weak, raspy laugh. "Babe, relax, my coughs aren't nearly as bad. The doctor told me that the surgery was a success. I'll be starting chemotherapy and radiation treatments soon. I'm hoping that I'll be able to go home soon too. You owe me a lot of bed time."

His face went bright red, from his eyes to the start of his neck. "A-A-Ayano?! I-I-I…I-I-I can't do s-something l-like that. N-N-Not w-when you just g-get out of the h-hospital!"

I analyzed his face before processing how he probably interpreted what I said and snorted a laugh. I coughed a bit after, but practiced my deep breathing exercises to relax and tamper down the cough. Once it was under control, I placed my free hand on his cheek. "You're an idiot Babe. I wasn't talking about having sex with you, I was literally talking about sleeping next to you. Just sleeping, but I can see your mind has been hanging out in the gutter for a bit. What fantasies have you been having without me?"

He released my other hand, opting to cover the one that was on his cheek with his own, holding it in place. "I-I-I just t-thought…" He gave a shake of his head, those two golden bangs on his head bouncing from side to side. "N-Nevermind, it doesn't matter…I-I'd be h-happy t-to share my b-bed with you. O-Once you get r-released." He glanced up at the clock and sadness filled his eyes as he held the hand that was on his cheek, turned his head slightly, and kissed my open palm. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer Sweetheart, but I should follow the rules and set an example. I'm a Pro-Hero after all."

I smiled at him, a slight pink dusting my cheeks at his action of kissing my hand. "R-Right. You go be that, I'll be your skinny, inadequate girlfriend who lives in the hospital for the moment."

He let go of my hand before standing tall and looming over my bed, planting a tender, love-filled kiss to my lips. I wished he would stay in the kiss longer, but he pulled away a few moments after before speaking. "You are far from inadequate Sweetheart, you're perfect. I love you and I'll see you tomorrow. I promise."

I couldn't even nod or say anything as I watched him nod, smile, and take his leave through the door. I…was a fangirl for the man wearing the costume. Every day…I was more of a Yagi Toshinori fangirl…than an All Might fangirl.