Author's Note: Hello! This is my second attempt at a fic. I'm going try my best to not give up on it. If you enjoy it, please let me know! (If not, I will cry)

Midoriya sat at his desk, legs crossed atop a simple wooden chair; back hunched, and pen furiously scribbling into his Hero Analysis for the Future notebook, 26th edition. A collection that had been growing at an alarming rate since his acceptance to UA.

He and his classmates had undergone one on one combat training earlier in the day. It was a simple hero vs. villain exercise. He had battled Tsue and just barely won the match. His opponent, much like all of class 1A, had harnessed incredible control over her quirk. A steady stream of attacks from the League Of Villains will have that effect on you. During the match, he committed her moves to memory and was now happily vomiting them into his notebook – hers and the rest of his classmates.

He was so engrossed in his analysis that the sudden knock on his door almost sent him falling backward. His focus ripped away from his previous task, and for the first time, he realized it was dark out. Sheesh, how long had he been writing for? He ran a hand through his hair, trying to gauge the time.

Another knock, softer this time. He wondered who it could be. Judging by the night sky it had to be well past midnight, and students were prohibited from wandering the dorms past 11 pm.

Izuku made the walk from his desk to the door in record time, vague curiosity propelling him forward. With a steadying breath, he gripped the doorknob and flung the door open.

A shocked cry died in his throat. The person who stood at his doorway was Shoto Todoroki.

"T-Todoroki, what happened?" Midoriya's hands flailed uselessly in front of him. Despite being clad in a baggy sweater and matching sweatpants, the All For One successor could tell his classmate was in bad form. Todoroki was hunched over, his body leaning against the doorframe for support. Bruises, cuts, and what looked like burn marks littered his exposed skin.

Midoriya's hero instincts took over as he scanned the empty hallway, searching for signs of danger. What happened? Who was responsible? Are they close by? Is UA under attack? Before he could voice his concerns, a whimpered plea broke through his defenses.

"M.. Mido.. h-hel.." without a second thought Izuku closed the gap between them, he was on high alert, but he would ask questions later. Right now, he needed to focus on helping his friend.

-.-.-.-

Todoroki could not for the life of him explain why he was at Izuku Midoriya's door. All he knew for sure was that he was hurt, badly. It was as if his body had simply moved on its own accord, dragging him along for the ride.

Through labored breathing, he tried to convey to the boy in front of him that he needed help, which to his delight seemed to have worked since he was led further into the dorm room.

Every movement brought forth new waves of pain, each step more excruciating than the last. He shut his eyes tight as he felt his stomach turn. The pain was so bad even his dinner was looking for a way to escape it.

He figured he owed his classmate an explanation. He concentrated on forming the next sentence, something along the lines of "I didn't know where else to go". Somewhere in the distance, he heard a soft "okay" followed by objects clattering and nonsensical ramblings.

-.-.-.-

Antiseptics, burn treatment, gauze. Midoriya chanted his growing checklist over and over as if it were a prayer. After a quick trip to the first floor's Emergency First Aid cabinet and some reassurance that UA was not under attack, he focused on tending to the dual user, forcing pain medication and antibiotics into his system. He went through his first aid training step by step, silently thanking UA for making the course mandatory. He tended to the minor injuries first and was now focused on the larger ones. Cleaning the areas had been the worst part, he had to scrub the wounds to ensure no bacteria made its way into the bloodstream. He could only imagine how painful it must have been for Todoroki. Each wince, whine, and whimper elicited a steady stream of "I'm sorry"'s from the hero.

He was now administering a healthy amount of burn ointment. The worst of his injuries were treated and wrapped. Somewhere along the way Todoroki had managed to doze off, which Izuku figured was caused by a mixture of exhaustion and pain medication.

Nevertheless, Izuku's nervous energy still caused a succession of rambling, all of which was now falling on deaf ears. He continued his monologue, absentmindedly complimenting Recovery Girl. His moral compass desperately tried to cope with the decision to keep Todoroki in his dorm rather than taking him across campus to one of the best medical professionals in the country. But after the reaction he received to his proposal, Midoriya couldn't bring himself to contradict him. Whatever had happened, Todoroki didn't want anyone to know. Who was Izuku to go against his wishes?

The hero studied his classmate. He wasn't much better off than when he arrived, but at the very least he was cleaned up and safe. Izuku watched as the boy stirred, his breathing still uneven. Whatever transpired earlier in the day was undoubtedly affecting him even in his sleep. The hand Izuku unconsciously placed on the other's forehead made his stomach drop. He was warm. It could be a fever. Can ice wielders get fevers? Is it his fireside? He hurriedly dampened a towel in his bathroom sink and placed it on the boy's forehead. If worse comes to worst, he reasoned, he could always have All Might bring Recovery Girl.

Izuku Midoriya barely slept that night, insisting on staying awake lest his classmate's condition worsen. He sat watching, monitoring every breath, changing bled through bandages, and soothing away unpleasant dreams with soft coos and cautious hair pats. He couldn't explain why, but the sight of Todoroki in this state caused a soft panging in his heart, making it a little harder to breathe. Midoriya's half-lidded eyes were determined to stay on his classmate as he leaned back against a simple wooden chair; his notebook lay carelessly atop his desk, completely forgotten.

Fun Fact: I have no Idea how to spell Todoroki's name. The tags say Shouto, but google says Shoto? If you have an answer please let me know!