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"Oh god this looks awful!"
The three of them burst through the doors of the agency's front doors, the frosted glass shaking in the metal frames as they bounced violently against the walls. Tenya Iida stood hunched over in his scuffed and marred armor as he carried his friend, Izuku Midoriya. Iida was a good half a foot taller than his friend, his glasses askew and dark hair swaying with each labored step. For his part, Midoriya struggled against the support given as he was ushered in quickly. Midoriya was in his own hero uniform which was torn at the shoulders, exposing his bruised arms. Izuku's face was half way from boyishly round to slightly pinched and was covered in scrapes and freckles. His green eyes were scrunched up in protest as he swiveled looking between Iida and the young man that was attempting to help bring in the hero, his forest green curly hair clinging low to his scalp from sweat. The young boy kept glaring at Izuku from beneath the rim of his red hat with gold horns. Kota Izumi was in no mood for his hero's antics today. A quick glance at Izuku's right arm brought up bile from the pit of his stomach. It was a gruesome sight. Bone stuck up underneath the exposed skin, stretching the muscle and sinew wickedly. Despite Midoriya's protest that it looked worse than it felt, Kota could only imagine the amount pain his hero was in.
"Really, Kota, it's fine! Look, we'll just pop it in place and -"
"Midoriya! This is no time for jokes. You've sustained a serious injury and need immediate medical attention," Iida interrupted with a scathing look toward Midoirya. Izuku cringed a little and shrunk back in on himself as he was forcefully sat down near a chair.
Kota looked around the modest agency to see if there was a first aid kit in plain view. The floor space was covered in blue carpet, cubicle walls and desks. Several sidekicks and interns were running around wildly in a panic. If he had not been sickened by Izuku's broken arm Kota would have spat out in disgust at their disorganization.
All these idiots and not a single healing quirk among them. Typical…
"Now stay put while I get a medic. Where is Takeshi? Takeshi! I need assistance!" Iida strode away from them as he searched for Takeshi, whoever that was. Kota looked up to Izuku who was pouting quietly in his chair. It had been four years since they first met. Deku had graduated from U.A. but not without having a fair bit of trouble from the constant onset of villain attacks. Kota remembered how the green haired hero nearly lost use of his arms protecting him all those years ago. While he still did not trust other heroes, Deku was different. He was genuine with his kindness and strength. It did not take long after he graduated for the press to begin calling him the next Symbol of Peace. Still, suffering injuries like this only served to irritate Kota.
"Idiot! What were you thinking, getting your arm broken like that?" he hissed as crossed his arms. Izuku did not look up from inspecting the protruding bone as he responded.
"One, have you been hanging out with Kacchan again? I swear, his bad habits rub off everyone. Two, I didn't plan on breaking any bones today. Haven't done that since Overhaul... Besides! I still beat those guys and saved those people. Why are you mad?" Kota growled and gave Deku a quick jab in his good arm before hiding his face behind his hat's bill.
"Dummy... You could still lose use of your arm. How can you be the number one with just one arm?"
Kota felt a large gloved hand pat the crown of his hat. Deku then pulled him into a quick side hug as he spoke.
"I'm sorry to make you worry, Kota. Besides, I think I could still do it with just one arm. I am pretty good at this," Izuku chided with a big grin. Kota sniffled and roughly wiped his nose before punching Deku one last time. He stepped away from his hero and gave him a sardonic look.
"Well if you won't listen to me then I know what I have to do." Midoriya's face fell, mortified by the threat. He began to plead and protest as he attempted to persuade his young friend from doing anything.
"N-no, Kota! P-please, I'm begging you, don't tell her anyt-"
"DEKU!"
An angry voice exploded into the agency's lobby followed by the slam of the glass doors against the wall. Standing with her fists clenched and fire in her chocolate eyes was Ochaco Uraraka in her black-and-pink bodysuit costume. The blocky gauntlets around her wrist shook as she stomped forward in her oversized pink boots. Ochaco's hair had grown over the years but she kept it styled in a bob. Normally her shoulder length hair would sweep around her head but today it seemed to float from the pure fury emanating from the gravity user.
"Ura-uravity! H-How are you?" Izuku asked as he pushed Kota in front of his seat with his good arm. The youth crossed his arms and shot a dirty look to his hero over the shoulder.
"Don't give me that, dummy! I heard you got hurt. Where's Iida? IIDA! Why did Deku break his arm again?!" Ochaco was a sight of rage though she had not grown any taller since her highschool days. Kota did his best to side step the furious hero but kept getting pulled back by Deku, the young man holding the boy as a shield. Just behind Uraraka flashed a glimpse of long silver hair. Kota brushed off his hero's hand and tip toed around Ochaco who continued to tear into Deku. Eri stood a couple of feet away from the scene with a confused look. She was dressed in a thigh length green dress with red boat shoes capping her black leggings. There was an All Might themed purse strapped around her body and pink beret holding up the right side of her hair, freeing the sizeable horn that grew out of her forehead. Her red eyes locked on to his and a smile quickly replaced her puzzled expression.
"Hi Kota!" she chirped quietly with a small wave. Careful to avoid Uraraka's rampage, the boy walked up to Eri and threw his hands into his pockets.
"Hey Eri, how are you? Been hanging out with Ms. Uravity today?"
"Yup!" she gave enthusiastically with a lot of nodding, "We visited a few of her friends and got some mochi for lunch. Then we hurried over her after she heard about the fight going on. Were you with Mr. Deku when it started?"
"Yeah. It took longer than normal to wrap up because he broke his arm almost instantly..."
"I told you," Deku half barked out, "I did not plan on that! There was a villain with a rope quirk. She managed to get my arm and tried to tie me up. I just resisted and well... here's the result."
Kota pointedly looked away from Izuku who was holding up his limb. Ochaco was rubbing her forehead and Eri looked on in concern. The young girl walked past him as Ochaco threw her hands up in frustration.
"Urg! What am I going to do with you, Deku? Where the heck is Iida..." The gravity hero stomped off, the steam flying out of her ears still lifting her hair as she went away. Kota rubbed the back of his neck as he steeled himself to face Deku and Eri. A strangled noise of surprise from behind caught his attention and spun around quickly.
"Eri... Wh-what are you?"
Eri stood gazing intently at Izuku's arm. She held up her hands over them, hovering just a few inches above the wounded flesh. Kota caught sight of her horn which had exploded in size. He hesitated to stop her before deciding not to interfere. If anyone could fix the damage to Deku's arm it was Eri.
She kept a concentrated gaze on the stretched skin as she channeled her quirk's power into the bone and skin. Izuku and Kota watched on in amazement as the bone that poked out was set back into place. Eri's horn had deflated and Deku attempted to pull away but was held back by the girl.
"Almost... done..." A few seconds later, Iida and Uraraka came back and yelped out in surprise. Kota and Deku looked at the newcomers haplessly while Eri finished her work. Iida was the first to speak, his voice booming with dread.
"What is the meaning of this, Midoriya? Mr. Aizawa will have our heads for this!"
"Done!" Eri declared with a small sigh. She wobbled in place for a moment before Deku and Kota helped her into the seat the green haired hero had been occupying. Deku was about to dote on her when he moved his arm and focused intensely on it. Slowly, with care, Izuku removed the remaining tatters of his glove and hissed sharply.
"Did I do good, Mr. Deku?" Eri asked with a weak smile on her lips. Kota watched as tears began to flood Izuku's green eyes, the hero lifting up the torn fabric of his sleeve over his shoulder. The skin was smooth and clear, the knotted muscles bulging powerfully as he moved his other hand around on the arm. Kota's jaw dropped and he looked to Eri with wonder.
"Th-they're gone... all gone. Eri, wh-when -?"
"I've been practicing on small animals at the clinic. Especially ones that get brought in after being hit by cars or rescued from bad homes. Is it ok?" There was a moment's hesitation before Midoriya scooped her up in his arms and held her closely, openly weeping as thanked her under shuddering sobs. Kota turned away in embarrassment as Ochaco joined in the embrace, tears suddenly threatening his own vision. A minute passed before Uraraka began to inspect Deku's arm herself.
"This is amazing Eri! His muscles are all intact but none of the scarring is there. I wonder if the bones and ligaments are ok too..." Kota stifled a laugh as his hero's face turned bright red. Uraraka either ignored his squeaking protest or did not hear them as she waved Iida over.
"Hmm," the silver plated hero chimed as he bent over rubbing his chin, "It certainly looks as if the damage simply never took place. You raise a good question, Uravity. I suggest we take Deku here to a nearby clinic for immediate inspection so we can verify how much was healed."
"Agreed. In the meantime, Deku," Uraraka said as she patted the man's exposed arm, "No more hero work until we can make sure you can use your arms, ok?"
"WHAT?! Oh c'mon, Ochaco, you can't be serious. I'm so close to breaking through the top ten! I can't let Kacchan or Todoroki get there first," he whined, all embarrassment abandoned. Kota rolled his eyes and jabbed the hero in protest.
"You should listen to her, moron. It's for your own good. What if you threw out a Smash and undid all of Eri's hard work?"
Izuku paused and bit his lip. Kota could almost see the wheels in his head spinning violently underneath the forest of curly green hair. The hero mumbled so quickly that the others could not catch what he was saying. It took a few moments before he stopped and sighed in resignation.
"Ok. But we're doing this my way. Iida," he said as he turned to his tall friend, "Can you and Mei make a quick trip this weekend?" Puzzlement over took the others surrounding the hero as he continued to speak.
"Clear you're schedules. We're going to America!"