The sound of rain falling against the window woke me early the next morning. I opened my eyes to a dark grey sky, and heard thunder crackle in the distance.

"Enjoy your beauty sleep, princess?"

The old woman peered at me over her shoulder. I groaned in response.

"Well, now that you're awake I can get your treatment out of the way."

She pushed herself away from her desk, and wheeled over to the side of the bed.

She gently lifted my bandaged arm, and removed the covering on it. She pursed her lips, and hovered them just above my elbow.

"Woah, hey," I pulled my arm away from her, "what do you think you're doing?"

I winced as I felt intense pain radiate through my elbow.

"If you'd stop squirming I'd be able to use my Quirk to help that elbow of yours feel better."

I shuddered.

"Can't you do it without putting your lips on me?"

She cackled.

"Stop your whining, and let me see your injury."

I closed my eyes, and held my arm out in a childlike fashion. She sighed rather loudly, and the creaking of her stool informed me that she was moving ever closer to me. I cringed as I felt her warm breath against my skin, and fought back a whimper when I felt her lips touch me. She flexed and unflexed my elbow several times, and I was pleasantly surprised when I realized that the pain had lessened.

"How did you-"

The corners of her eyes wrinkled as she smiled sincerely at me.

"My Quirk decreases the time it takes for an injury to heal."

She wheeled back to her desk, and scribbled in a small notebook.

"You had a visitor while you were asleep."

She spoke without looking at me, and I was half convinced that she was just doodling in her notebook to avoid eye contact.

"Is that so?" I asked, curiously.

She nodded, and then motioned to the curtain that was drawn closed to my left.

"I was sure he would have woken you up with his incessant snoring, but surprisingly you slept right through it."

The curtain opened with a whoosh, and my heart leapt as I spotted the pile of blankets that were rising and falling. I reached out with my good arm, and gently tugged at the corner of the blankets.

"Five more minutes, Recovery Girl."

Kaminari blinked sleepily, and pulled the sheet around him. He furrowed his brows as I laid my hand against the side of his face, and then his eyes opened wide.

"Miya!"

He sat up straight, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You're awake. How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

I giggled as he inspected me for additional injuries.

"I'm fine. Just a little sore that's all."

"Thank goodness."

He sighed, and laid his chin on my shoulder.

"Have I kept you waiting long?"

He pulled me into him tighter as I felt his breath against my neck. It made my skin tingle.

"You're worth waiting for." he sighed.

I felt warmness in my cheeks as a heavy blush spread across them. He pulled away, and examined my face. His liquid gold eyes darted around as if he were taking in even my smallest features, and then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The sensation of the kiss pulled the breath from my lungs, and I momentarily had to remind myself to inhale.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stop that."

The old woman shuffled over to the side of the bed, and tapped on the frame with her syringe shaped cane.

"You should be resting, and you," she pointed her cane at Kaminari, "should be heading to class."

He hung his head sadly.

"You are more than welcome to come see her after class is over."

He gently kissed my forehead, and then took a step back.

"Get some rest. I'll be back."

Recovery Girl pointed to the unoccupied bed with her cane, and I sighed loudly in protest.

"I know you'd rather be with him, but you need to allow your body time to rest."

She put her hand on my shoulder and gently patted it in a comforting fashion, and kept her eyes on me as I reluctantly climbed back into bed.

"Is she awake?"

Recovery Girl seemed mildly annoyed as she spun around, and then smiled as wide as her lips let her when she spotted the figure at the door.

"Ah, Toshinori. It's so good to see you. Yes, she's awake. Come in, please."

His footsteps fell heavy on the tile floor as he made his way into the room.

"Hey, kid."

He grabbed a nearby chair, and dragged it across the floor. The sound of the legs against the floor made the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"How are you feeling?"

His sunken blue eyes met mine, and his thin lips formed into a smile.

"Oh, you know. I'm as well as someone who was forced into a fight could possibly be."

He held back a laugh.

"I'm proud of you. You did great out there."

His tone was fatherly and proud. The knot in my stomach pulled itself tighter than usual, and I felt a slight lump form in my throat.

"That means so much to me." I said in an attempt to mask my building emotions.

He looked down at the floor for a brief second, and then back at me.

"Has Midoriya come to see you?"

I shook my head, and the smile faded from his lips.

"He's been feeling really guilty about the fight."

"Why hasn't he come to tell me that?"

All Might shifted uncomfortably in the chair which caused it to creak.

"He's afraid you're upset with him."

I laughed, and he looked at me with a half shocked expression.

"Why would I be upset with him?"

"Because he did," he motioned to my injuries, "all of this to you."

I turned my head in confusion.

"Does he always feel guilty for injuring the person he's fighting?"

He looked out the window before he spoke.

"Midoriya doesn't see you as just another person he's fought, Miya. To him you're a comrade, a friend. He came to me before the fight, and begged me to find a way to change Nezu's mind."

"I had no idea."

I felt the lump return in my throat.

"Not everyone sees you as you think they do."

He stood, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh yeah? How do people see me then?"

"You'll have to decide that for yourself." he winked.

"All Might?" I called as he was halfway out of the door.

"Hm?"

"Will you," I paused, "tell Midoriya that I said thank you?"

His eyes lit up, and he looked away.

"Why don't you tell him yourself?"

Midoriya kept his eyes on the ground as he walked in.

"Well, well. Look who made time to come see me."

He looked up at me, and his eyes filled with oversized tears that spilled onto his freckled cheeks.

"M-M-Miya. I'm s-so sorry."

He sniffed, and sobbed as he stood at the foot of the bed. He kept his distance as if he were afraid just one touch would be enough to completely shatter me.

"Midoriya," I smiled, "I'm fine. There's no need to be sorry."

"B-b-but your arm-"

"Is completely fine. See?"

I flexed and unflexed my elbow just as Recovery Girl had, and he half smiled through the tears that continued to cascade down his face.

"You know, I actually had a really good time fighting you. You're strong. It's no wonder everybody thinks you're so talented."

He blushed slightly, and kicked at the ground.

"Thanks for not being upset with me, Miya."

I patted his shoulder.

"Thanks for taking it easy on me, Midoriya. I'm really glad I've got you as a friend."

His green eyes seemed brighter as he smiled at me.

"I'm glad, too."