"Good morning!"
Amari shoved the classroom door open with an uncharacteristically bright smile on her face for the early morning.
"Since when are you this chipper in the morning?" Mina asked as she threw an arm around her friend's shoulder, dragging her with her to her seat.
"Since today is the first day since the USJ that I didn't get stopped by random people in the train."
"Lucky you!"
Amari let out an undignified squeak as her foot caught on the strap of a bag left half in the walkway and she went down, taking Mina with her.
"Oof"
She let out a groan sitting up, rubbing her already bruising knee.
"No longer a good morning." Mina chimed in, pulling herself upright with the help of a nearby desk.
"Watch where you're fucking going, you extras." Bakugou contributed like the absolute gentleman he was.
"Hey Amari, what's this?"
Turning around, still planted on the floor, she saw Kaminari bending down to pick up something that had fallen out of her bag. Her eyes widened as she saw it was in fact her pouch of Senbon that had slipped open during her recent reminder of gravity.
"No Kaminari DON'T!"
But he had already pricked his finger on one of the sharp ends, still coated with a thin residue from her throwing practice the day before.
With a choked 'EEP' her classmate went limp, crumbling to the floor like a wet noodle.
You could hear a pin drop in the room as everyone gaped at Amari, who was busy fussing about her downed friend.
The silence was broken by Bakugou.
"So this was your idea?"
She stopped her incessant fussing for a brief moment to look at her seat neighbor.
"Uh yes?"
With an almost imperceptible nod the blonde returned to scribbling on his math's homework assignment (which wasn't due until tomorrow).
Amari let out a deep sigh at the sight of her green-haired classmate hobbling into the nurse's office with a sheepish smile on his face.
"Again Midoriya?" She asked as she got up from her wheelie chair which she had previously been using to see how far she could launch herself by pushing off one of the beds while her grandma was out, tending to a student of the support class who had gotten injured by a small explosion she had allegedly caused herself.
Midoriya chuckled nervously, raising his right hand sporting several bruised and broken fingers.
Amari raised a non-plussed eyebrow. It didn't matter how much her grandmother scolded the boy for getting some type of injury, usually broken bones or burns (looking at you Bakugou), he would still come shuffling into the infirmary the day after. At this point, even Recovery Girl was starting to give up on her usual relentless scolding.
"Please have a seat and I will get that sorted out for you. Can't believe All Might is okay with students getting so injured during his classes."
Midoriya meekly shuffled to one of the beds and sat down on the very edge of one of them. If he had sat 1cm closer to the edge he surely would have fallen right off.
"A-ah! It is really not All Might's fault! It's just that I still can't control this quirk properly..." He trailed off, dropping his gaze to his now balled uninjured fist.
"Now now, don't be so harsh on yourself, Midoriya. You are putting too much pressure on yourself, it's actually hindering your progress. You can do this."
At that her classmate gave her a shy but grateful smile which turned into a high-pitched squeal as she softly pressed her lips on the unbruised part of his right wrist.
Amari raised an eyebrow at his reddening face. No matter how often she used her quirk on the boy, he never seemed to get used to it. It was equal parts endearing and annoying.
Delicately grasping his fingers, she felt her quirk flow into her patient as she started mending the bones. There was one good thing on having Midoriya around: she was now an expert on the subject of fixing broken bones. So much so that her grandmother trusted her to do it without her supervision.
"Shuzenji-san?"
"I told you to call me Amari."
"R-right! Uhm A-Amari-san, what would happen if you tried to activate your quirk without uhm uh k-kissing someone first?"
Amari let out a thoughtful hum as she considered his question while still fixing up some small broken blood vessels.
"I actually tried that once on a papercut my mom had. I figured it was so small that surely I could fix it directly. What actually happened was that I ended up tearing several blood vessels in her finger to the extent we had to go to the hospital and let my dad fix it. I felt so guilty I cried for days."
Midoriya cocked his head to the side, clearly thinking hard about this new information. Well, she hated to have to burst his bubble, but her quirk really required strict conditions to function.
She was surprised though to see him perk up in excitement, slipping his hand out of hers and instead using it to grip her hands tightly. His eyes shone with a gleam that made Amari bend backwards to create more distance between them.
"That is actually amazing!"
"Uhhhh that I nearly made my mom lose a finger?"
"No! That's not what I meant! How much control do you think you have on damaging things? How accurate can you be?"
At that Amari managed to tug her hands free, holding them up in front of her in a cross.
"Stop! Where are you going with this?"
"Have you ever considered using your quirk incorrectly on purpose?"
She took a confused step backwards, regarding the boy in front of her suspiciously.
"I don't think a hospital would hire me if I did that."
"Noooo!" Midoriya sprang up, basically bouncing on his feet in excitement. "But if you could use it accurately a hero company might."
At those words Amari blinked slowly, staring at her classmate incredulously for a few seconds. She had actually... never considered that there could be a possibility to use her quirk offensively. But did she even want to?
Seeing the way her classmates regularly beat each other to a pulp for a school activity seemed plain ludicrous to her. Getting punched in the face, repeatedly, was not an activity she aspired to partake in. Besides that there was the fact that her whole life she had been told to be a healer. And healers didn't cause injuries, they fixed them. Healers didn't fight. Did they?
On the other hand though, her experience at the USJ where she had her first brush with real life villains had certainly shaken her to her core. She had been completely defenseless. Without her classmates she would have probably been six feet under by now. Would her recently acquired senbon really be enough to protect herself? What if she wasn't wearing her costume and thus carrying them with her?
"I don't know, Midoriya." She wrung her hands nervously "How would I even go about training that? No one in their right mind is going to let me try it on them. I could accidentally kill someone!"
At that her classmate stopped bouncing, pondering for a bit before blurting out that it doesn't necessarily need to be a person. At that exact time the bell rang and the green haired boy dashed out of the infirmary with a rushed 'bye and thank you'.
Hi guys, so sorry for this long hiatus but I was quite busy in life with me moving to a different country etc. I know this chapter is quite short and is more of a 'filler' but I will try to get the next chapter out quicker (and longer). As always, thanks for reading darlings
