A/N: Ugh, this took longer to write than I was hoping... I had a bit of writer's block with the first scene, perhaps not helped by my having decided to write a new fic... and then focusing most of my writing energy into writing the first few chapters of it.

Just a bit of a warning, I'm gonna be describing a bit of what happened to Fuyumi in the first bit, so if you're a bit squeamish you might wanna skim over it. The paragraph starting with "She said that, but I was really worried" should probably be the worst, if that helps?

xoxoxo

I slumped down on a bench in the lobby, staring at my hands. I was really glad I didn't have to sleep, because I was worried that I'd be seeing that in my nightmares if I did...

"Are you okay?" a voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I jumped and looked up to see Inoue-sensei approaching me, holding a clipboard.

"Yeah," I said, "it was just... I'd thought the lessons had prepared me for... seeing things like that."

The doctor nodded and sat down next to me. "I've been a doctor for years, but some of the things I see still horrify me. And the first time is always the worst. To be perfectly honest, I'm impressed by your resilience. I probably wouldn't have been able to remain so calm as you were in that situation when I was fresh out of med school."

I chuckled. That was mostly thanks to Gamer's Mind, but... "Thanks. I'm just glad I could help. Though, if I may ask..."

"How is she?" Inoue-sensei guessed.

I nodded.

"I can't get into specifics, of course, but she won't be losing her eye. We're letting her sleep for now, and we'll be monitoring her when she wakes up, but odds are you greatly shortened her stay in the hospital. Speaking of, though, I have some paperwork for you." She handed me the clipboard.

I flipped through the paperwork, recognizing some of it as being like what I'd had to fill out when I volunteered to heal. There was some that I wasn't as familiar with, though.

"In case they need you as a witness for the investigation," Inoue-sensei explained, a bit of ice slipping into her voice. "Surely you noticed, but that sort of damage is unlikely without a Quirk, definitely Heat-type judging by the vaguely fist-shaped burn she had before you healed it. There are some other factors, of course, but that's all you need to worry about."

She said that, but I was really worried about Fuyumi. It had looked like she'd been punched while wearing a pair of glasses, between the shards of glass that I'd had to pull out with Dune's help and the cuts and burns from where the frame pressed into her face. And the amount of damage I'd had to repair from just one blow... It had to have hurt. Endeavor had seemed angry after Aizawa-sensei showed him up, but he couldn't have done that, could he?

With what Shoto had told me about him...

I took a breath to calm myself and pulled a pen out of my inventory. "Where do I sign?" I asked, quickly reading through the paperwork.

"It should be on the last page, though you'll also need to send it to a parent or guardian since you're a minor. We can send it to them electronically if you provide us with an email."

"Right." I filled out the needed information, then handed it back to Inoue-sensei.

"Thank you," she said. "We'll get this sorted as soon as possible."

"You're welcome," I muttered.

"Is something wrong?" the doctor asked.

"Nothing, just... thinking." I sighed. "Do you think it'd be better if I just... did this? Healing, I mean."

"Why do you think that?" she asked me.

"Well, so far Tensei's gone from 'most likely paralyzed for life' to 'could be back on his feet within the year' and from what you said I cut Fuyumi's hospital stay down a lot as well," I said. "I want to be a hero, but what if I could do more good healing full-time?"

The doctor adjusted her glasses, then took a... very deep breath. It took her several seconds just to inhale, then a few more exhaling. Come to think of it, I didn't remember hearing her breathe at all before. Maybe she had enhanced lung capacity? Dune had mentioned she could sense a lot of metal where her lungs should be, maybe that had something to do with it... "How much does it matter that you might be better at healing?" she asked me. "If you'd prefer to be a hero, then be a hero and do as much as you can. And besides, you can certainly do both. I saw your performance at the sports festival."

I nodded. "Right, sorry. I... probably shouldn't complain about being super powerful..."

She shrugged. "You're a child with the power to vaporize icebergs. It's not something to take lightly." She chuckled. "Though I can't exactly say that I can completely empathize."

I laughed at that. "Yeah, that's fair."

"As I was saying, it's possible for you to do hero work, then volunteer at the hospital when you have the free time for it. If your energy regeneration is as powerful as you said earlier, then it hopefully shouldn't be too taxing on you as long as you pace yourself." She adjusted her glasses again. "Besides, people are starting to learn healing magic. I haven't quite mastered it yet, but some of my colleagues have learned how to use the Healing Hands spell and are attempting to innovate. Perhaps one of them will learn how to do something more powerful like the spells you used today."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said. "Thanks, that really helped."

She nodded. "You're welcome. It's... sort of my job to help people. Though that usually involves stabbing them back to life, of course."

"Yeah, that is true," I chuckled nervously. That wasn't the phrasing I would've used...

A white-haired man walked in the building, a mixture of anger, concern, and being on the verge of tears on his face. He was a bit taller and burlier, but I could see the family resemblance with Shoto, and my Quirk confirmed him to be Todoroki Natsuo. He was probably here for Fuyumi.

"Ah, speaking of which, I believe I have to help someone now," Inoue-sensei said, picking up the clipboard. "I'll get this sorted when I'm done with him." She got up and walked over to Natsuo. "Can I help you, sir?"

"I..." He took a breath. "I'm here for my sister. I'm her emergency contact?"

"Of course. May I please have your name and some identification?"

"Right, right," he mumbled, fishing through his pocket. "Todoroki Natsuo, her name is Fuyumi." He pulled out his wallet and showed her a card. "Can... how is she?"

"Ah, Todoroki-san." Natsuo winced at his own name. Honestly, I couldn't blame him... "Fuyumi is sleeping for the moment, but she's doing well. Luckily, we had a hero student with a powerful healing ability volunteering for an unrelated matter and he was quick to lend his aid. Thanks to him, she shouldn't suffer much permanent damage and her stay will be much shorter than it otherwise would have been."

"Oh, that's... that's great." He looked over to me. I probably looked out of place in my hero costume... "You're Shoto's classmate, right? Are you the one who healed 'Yumi?"

"Ah... yeah," I said, nodding.

The next thing I knew, Natsuo was hugging me. "Thank you!" he shouted. "When I heard Fuyumi was injured, I... I..." He sobbed into my shoulder.

I awkwardly patted him on the back. "I... You're welcome. I'm just glad I was in the right place at the right time."

Natsuo sniffed, then let me go. "Sorry for crying on you," he said, wiping his face off.

I smiled. "You're good. I don't think I'd be doing much better if I was in your situation. And I have a residual mutation that affects my tear ducts, so it's way worse when I cry."

He chuckled. "Right, well, uh, thanks for all that." He sighed. "Ugh, sorry, I'm just... dealing with a lot right now. I should probably check on Fuyumi now."

"I hope she recovers quickly," I told him.

Natsuo nodded. "Yeah, me too." He walked back over to Inoue-sensei. "Right, could you take me to her, please?" he asked.

"Of course, follow me," Inoue-sensei said, directing Natsuo to the room they'd relocated Fuyumi to.

"I feel good about today, actually," I said to the various beings that could arguably be described as the voices in my head as I watched the two leave. "Though I am a bit concerned about what happened to Fuyumi... By the way, are you okay, Dune?" I looked over at Dune's ethereal form, where she appeared to be sitting on the bench next to me. She'd looked a bit queasy ever since she helped me with Fuyumi, and for some reason she got even worse while I was talking to Inoue-sensei.

"I don't think I like lungs..." she wheezed, looking like she was about to puke.

"You get used to it," Halitus said, suddenly sitting next to her... in the air.

Juniper appeared on another bench nearby in my view. "I rather like feeling them work," she chimed in.

"Yeah, well they're related to your guys' elements!" Dune shouted, then gagged a bit. "I will hopefully never feel that again, especially if we get out before the metal lady breathes again!"

"Analyzing her lung capacity, it will take roughly an hour for her to need to breathe again," Halitus offered. "Potentially less, if she takes part in strenuous activity."

"Well thank Arc-" Dune stopped herself mid-sentence, looked at me, then continued with, "an elemental god that may or may not exist for that."

Well that was weird... "Wait, do elementals have a god?" I asked.

"We are not religious," Halitus quickly declared. At the same time, Dune shrugged noncommittally.

"...Okay?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, at any rate, we're done here, so if Inoue-sensei's Quirk really bothers you that much I can go find Torino-sensei and we can leave, Dune."

"And thank elemental Jegus for that..." Dune sighed. Halitus elbowed her for some reason. "And you too," Dune added.

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I summoned a Mana Dome, inverting it so that I was on the outside and the villain was trapped inside with Gran Torino. I still wasn't supposed to fight unless absolutely necessary, but I was perfectly clear to provide support. Torino-sensei was especially fond of the Mana Dome arena trick I'd figured out. Not only did it help him out, since he worked better in enclosed spaces, but he also pointed out how important keeping villains away from civilians was.

"Plus it can prevent collateral damage," Nana pointed out, as part of the past bearers adding to Torino-sensei's teachings. "Let me tell you, Toshinori always had a lot of problems with collateral damage. Speaking of which, Izuku, try not to cause vast amounts of collateral damage when possible, please. I know you can put out a lot of power, but finesse is best!"

"I always thought overwhelming power was pretty good at deterring villains," Hikiishi mused.

"No you don't?" Banjo said.

"Yeah, remember that time I sublimated an iceberg?"

"What is it with everyone and bringing up the time I sublimated an iceberg?" I muttered.

"Maybe because you sublimated an iceberg?" the villain suggested, his voice a bit muffled from how his face was now pressed into the ground.

"It was pretty impressive," Torino-sensei, the one pressing the villain's face into the ground with a foot on the back of his head, supplied. "Right, your turn, kid."

I nodded and dropped the barrier, immediately throwing a glowing blue rope of Bind at the subdued villain. Honestly, I hadn't been using the spell as much as I should have, but Stain breaking out of the zip ties and Grimalkin subduing him with chains reminded me of why it was such a good spell. The magic wrapped around him, restraining him without trapping Gran Torino. "I mean, I wasn't the one who made an iceberg on live TV to begin with..." I griped.

Torino-sensei shrugged and jumped off the villain, checking him to make sure he was secure. "Yeah, but you just nonchalantly made it disappear while scolding the kid." He turned back to me, holding up a gloved finger. "I have a boo-boo here," he told me.

I snorted and healed him, checking his status while I did so. "And a bruise forming on your shoulder, but there, that should take care of that. Tell me or a doctor if you feel it later, though."

"Ah, this is making me feel nostalgic for working with Recovery Girl in the good old days," Torino-sensei chuckled. "You always forget how good it is having a healer to take care of you until you're working with one again."

"I'm glad I could be helpful even with the limits I have for not being a hero student," I said.

"Yeah, you're doing good, kid," he said. "And I'm glad I could help guide you this week."

"Thank you for teaching me, Sensei," I replied.

Torino-sensei gave me a little grin, then glanced down at one his pockets as his phone started ringing. "Sorry, let me get this. Keep an eye on the villain, would you?" He took out his phone and picked up the call. "Torino speaking. Who are you again?"

I snorted at his greeting. Was that something he always said? I walked over to the villain that I'd restrained. "Are you going to try to escape?" I asked him.

"Heck no," he said, "you'd probably just put me in another bubble and throw the old guy at me again." He squirmed a bit. "And I don't think I can get out of these weird... energy restraint things. Kind of uncomfortable, to be honest..." He was still lying facedown on the ground.

"Would it be better if you were sitting up?" I asked.

He... tried to shrug. "Probably not much, but I'll take it."

I helped him sit up, adjusting the Bind slightly in an attempt to make it more comfortable while still keeping him restrained. While I did that, I overheard Torino-sensei talking over the phone. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but he was still pretty close so it was hard not to hear what he was talking about.

"You sure?" he asked whoever he was talking to. "Kid doesn't have his license yet, so we can't technically put him in a position where he has more than a support role."

I silently told Sonia not to give me what the person on the phone was saying, though I couldn't say that I wasn't curious.

Torino-sensei scoffed at whatever they said. "Yeah, and what are the chances that the brat will stand down and let us cuff him? And for that matter, why would you want the kid for support if he's just gonna come quietly?"

His lip twitched as he let the caller talk for a bit.

"I suppose that's true. Right, I'll ask him, but ultimately it's up to him if he says no. And I guess his mother, since this is definitely going to need parental permission. Oh, and you have to sort out the paperwork!"

He laughed at whatever the response was.

"Listen, this is your idea and I'm fresh from retirement. I'm not doing the mountain of paperwork needed to get a kid with only a healer license close to such a high-profile arrest, even if we're just having him as support."

I thought I heard a sigh on the other end, then something that was probably the word 'fine.'

"Good. I'll talk to him." He hung up and turned back around to face me. "Good news, you're going to get to do something special for your last day of your work study, if your mother signs off on it."

"I heard you talking," I said.

He nodded. "Then you already have some of the details. Again, you don't have to come, if you don't want to, and hopefully there won't be any trouble, but we can't exactly rule it out."

"Why me?" I asked.

"First, there's your wide array of support abilities," he pointed out. "Barrier-making, ally strengthening, or healing alone is pretty good, so having all of them together plus more makes you pretty valuable. Also, you're already pretty involved in this case between..." He glanced at the bound villain. "...some events you helped set up earlier and the person you healed yesterday, so you probably deserve some of the credit anyway. Still, this is a bit unusual, so there's going to be a lot of paperwork before and after so you can tag along." He grinned. "Luckily, since it's not my idea, I can pawn the paperwork off on someone else!"

"So this is about..." I raised a hand, making sure it wasn't easily visible to the villain, and made a small fireball shaped slightly like a certain fire-themed quote-unquote 'hero' with some rather questionable ideas on parenting. "...him, then?"

Torino-sensei tapped his nose. "With the amount of evidence we have of crimes he's committed as well as his... status, we basically have to treat him like a high-threat villain unless he's found innocent somehow, and that's rather unlikely unless this is an incredible frame-up."

I nodded. "I've heard that that's how it works. Alright, I'll do it." After what I'd learned about him and what happened to Fuyumi, I couldn't say that I wasn't a little eager to help arrest Endeavor.

"You sure?" he asked. "I doubt he's going to come in quietly, so you're likely to be close to the action."

"It wouldn't be the first time," I said. "If worst comes to worst, I can use Fire Embodiment to become immune to... probably most of his offensive abilities. Or just escape into an Illusion Barrier if I'm really getting in the way."

Gran Torino frowned. "A bit worrying that you've already been in enough action that you're confident you can handle this. Being ready to remove yourself from the threat is good, though. The adults are supposed to be the ones handling him, so if we don't have to worry about keeping you safe we can focus more on the goal. Not that I don't think you can handle yourself, but you are a minor that we're bringing along to an arrest."

"I understand," I assured him.

"Good, good. I'll arrange everything later, then. I'd tell you to rest up for the arrest, but you've already kinda proved that you don't need it so just ready yourself in general."

I nodded. "I will."

xoxoxo

A/N: Made a BNHA/JoJo fanfic recently! The motivation for it struck me and wouldn't let go. Check it out if you like BNHA and/or JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, I guess? It's called Izuku's Bizarre Hero Academia.

Elemental list:
Midoriya: Halitus, Dune, Rayne, Blaise, Juniper, Mifuyu, Raimon, Iggy, Sonia, and Claude
Bakugou: Pyra and Leaf
Tokoyami: Corvo
Uraraka: Nebula and Ion
Hagakure: Lucy
Tsu: Bubbles
Aizawa: Charlie and Cassiopeia
All Might: Seth O'Scope