Her name and reason for being in Hosu was a complete blur; the frustrated woman tried but she could not remember. It was if an enchantress or an enchanter had cast a spell on her. Izuku begged her not to worry; to focus on her recovery, but she could not help it. She was someone outside these plain white walls, but who, she yearned to know.
A few days later, the hospital released her.
Her body was littered with various cuts and bruises, but her major injuries – the few broken bones she had – were cured. Izuku met up with her outside of the hospital and offered to treat her to lunch. She refused at first, but he insisted and she eventually agreed. Her search into who she was could wait; she had no idea where to even start, but she hoped that Izuku and his companions might have a clue for her.
Ochaco and Iida were at the tavern when they arrived – she learned their names from Izuku before leaving the hospital. Forcing a smile, she took a seat beside Iida and waited to give her order.
It stayed awkward and silent between them until Ochaco decided to speak.
"It's good to see you're doing better," she stated with a gentle smile.
The young woman tensed up. "Thanks to you lot. I can't express how grateful I am."
"It was no problem, miss. Though it was Ochaco who moved you here; her magic is extremely handy," Iida explained. His armor creaked in protest as he positioned the rectangular shaped glasses he wore on his nose.
Ochaco turned red and yanked her large hat down over her eyes. The young woman hadn't noticed before, but Ochaco was an enchantress. She carried on her person a large wooden staff with a red gem set in the center.
"That's remarkable. Your power must be incredible," the young woman mentioned.
Izuku agreed. "It really is."
Ochaco gently smiled. "Deku and Iida have incredible powers too. Iida is a mutant type that relies on speed and Deku is an Enhancer.
Deku? A nickname or alias, perhaps. The woman assumed the enchantress was referring to Izuku; what a strange alias to be named.
"Not a bad team," she remarked.
Speed, magic, and strength balanced one another. Where one class failed, the others succeeded, and so on.
"What form of power do you have?"
She frowned; she wasn't exactly sure. Izuku saw the look on her face and tossed up his hands in defense.
"I'm sorry. I completely forgot," he cried.
She forced a smile. "It's fine. I feel something within me, but I've forgotten how to call on it."
"Do you mean that you've forgotten the power types?"
She hummed. Iida had a fair point. Perhaps she did forget.
"I know there are various types of Enhancement classes, and various forms of magic, but aside from those two, I don't know much else. To be honest, I don't feel like I'm either of the two," she explained.
Iida adjusted his glasses. "Allow me to explain then. There are three types of classes; Operative also known as the magic class, Composite, and Heteromorphic. Enhancement is a sub type of the Operative class because some Operative types cause the user's body to take on a temporary alteration via an outside resource in order for the power to activate. Then, there is the––
The woman interrupted him. She was so confused. "Sorry, but it's a lot to take in."
"She has a point," Ochaco mentioned, body swaying from information overload.
Iida understood. "Another time then. Focusing on who you are should come first. Any idea as to why you were in Hosu? Family, perhaps?"
"I have no honest idea," she confessed. "But I doubt there is anyone in Hosu who knows me, considering Midoriya was the only one who came to see me at the hospital."
The woman snapped her fingers as a thought came to her.
"Did I have anything on me when you lot found me?"
She didn't remember the hospital discharging her with her things; she assumed she had nothing on her person, but the outfit she was wearing.
Izuku widened his eyes in realization and dug through his travel bag, taking out a worn black cloth.
"I nearly forgot about this," he mentioned as he handed it to her. "Because your clothing was so torn up, the healers had to get rid of them, but they kept this piece in case it meant something to you."
She examined it carefully. The cloth appeared to be a bloody patch with an insignia on it; a dark green flower of some kind. Alas, nothing came to mind.
"I'm sorry. I have no memory of this," she said in frustration.
Ochaco gave her a sad smile. "It will come back to you, I'm sure."
"She's right," Izuku stated. "And we can help."
The woman felt her face heat up. "Oh no … I can't ask you lot to help me."
"We insist," Iida mentioned.
Izuku agreed. "Come with us to the city. Someone is bound to know who you are there."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded again. "We're headed there anyway, and it would be no problem."
It was a decent idea. She clutched the patch in her hand and shook her head with a sigh.
"I would appreciate it. Thank you lot again."
Ochaco laughed. "We're happy to have you join us."
"We have to give her a name," Iida mentioned with a hum. "It would be rude of us not to."
A name? She never considered this?
"What should I call myself?"
Ochaco tapped her cheek. "What about Hana?"
"A good name," Iida stated. "But she doesn't look like a Hana."
Izuku gasped. "Anri … it's a nice name."
Anri? She liked it.
"Why Anri though?"
He turned red. "Jasmine was growing nearby. I thought it suited you … but we can think of another name if you don't like it."
"I like it."
Iida agreed. "Anri it is. Nice option, Midoriya."
"Nice to meet you, Anri. I can't wait to travel with you," Ochaco stated, reaching out her hand.
Anri smiled and took her hand.
"Thank you."