I do not own My Hero Academia or JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

Sorry for such a long delay. It was partially because I was busy due to it being the holiday season, but it was mostly writer's block. So much fricking writer's block this chapter.

Toshinori nervously paced back in forth in the hospital parking lot. Seeing young Midoriya collapse so suddenly had been a massive shock to him, especially since the boy had been shot and stabbed before and not gone down. Even to him, someone who had worked with Pro Heroes for decades and had seen hundreds of tough and determined fighters, Midoriya's ability to take blows and keep going without some sort of regenerative or pain suppressing quirk was incredible. So, to see him go from standing up and defending himself from a villain to suddenly falling down like a puppet with its strings cut had been horrifying.

Thankfully, the other heroes at the scene had rushed to Midoriya's side as soon as he collapsed. All heroes are trained in first aid, and there had been several heroes present who specialised in rescue, and as such, had similar levels of training as paramedics. Additionally, ambulances had arrived on the scene not even a minute after the villain had been defeated. Young Midoriya had been loaded onto one immediately, and it sped away towards the nearest hospital.

The entire time, Toshinori had been suffocated by that feeling of uselessness that had overwhelmed him when he first arrived at the scene of the carnage. It was not a feeling he was used to. With him being All Might, it was rare for trouble to occur without him being able to fix it. Though, in recent years, the feelings of uselessness had become more and more common, as his time limit with One For All occasionally prevented him from helping when he wished he could have.

As he watched the ambulance carrying the green haired boy leave, he had felt like he needed to do something, anything to help. Young Midoriya was his friend, and he hadn't been able to do anything to help him, he had just been useless. No, he had been more than just useless, it was Toshinori's fault that the boy had gotten hurt in the first place. In the end, he finally thought of a way to possibly help. It felt too small and nowhere near enough to make up for putting the boy in harm's way, but it was the only thing he could do.

Toshinori had called Chiyo only a few minutes after Midoriya had been taken to the hospital. While the retired hero now spent her days as the school nurse at U.A., she also frequently made visits to hospitals all across Japan. When it came to healing quirks, hers was one of the best. Additionally, she was also an incredibly skilled doctor and surgeon.

Fortunately, she had been available to help. Chiyo had arrived at the hospital only about two and a half hours ago. And now, there was nothing Toshinori could do but pace about and wait.

Eventually, the front door to the hospital opened, and Toshinori's head shot up to see who was coming out of it, as he had done every time the front door opened while he had been waiting. Two figured emerged from the building, the ridiculously tiny frame of Chiyo and the comparatively larger Naomasa. Upon seeing Toshinori, both of them walked over to him.

"I'm sure you'll be relieved to hear that the young man will be okay." Chiyo said. Sure enough, Toshinori practically deflated as his worry left him, "The staff at the hospital here would have probably been able to take care of him just fine without me, though." She added.

"I'm sorry, I was just worried." Toshinori said.

"It's fine, I completely understand why you were concerned. While I personally wasn't really needed, if that boy hadn't gotten medical attention as quickly as he had, things could've ended very badly." Chiyo replied. Toshinori winced, not wanting to think about that possibility. Chiyo turned, and started walking away, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to U.A. Hopefully, no one's hospitalised themselves while I've been gone." She then muttered something under her breath about how she probably wasn't that lucky.

"I can have someone take you back, if you'd like." Naomasa offered.

"I'm old, not helpless. I can make the commute to my job just fine." Chiyo said dryly, and walked away, leaving Toshinori and Naomasa alone.

Now that they were alone, Toshinori turned to face his friend.

"He's not in trouble, is he?" He asked slowly, worried about what the answer might be. While in his opinion, young Midoriya had done nothing wrong, he knew that there were strict laws in place against using one's quirk to fight villains without the proper license. He understood completely why those laws were the way they were, and agreed with them for the most part. If said laws didn't exist, the streets would be flooded with vigilantes with no regulations or training who could easily hurt themselves and others. But in this particular case, he couldn't help but wish that those laws weren't so strict.

"That's a complicated question." Naomasa replied, "I and some other officers talked with the Pro Heroes present, and according to them, Midoriya only acted in self defense. Even when he knocked the villain unconscious, most of the heroes say that they saw him moving to attack the two boys first. I also interviewed the other boy who was at the scene with him. Apparently, he's one of Midoriya's classmates, Bakugou Katsuki. He says that he and Midoriya were both attacked by the villain, who tried to suffocate Midoriya the same way he did to Bakugou. Midoriya used his quirk to defend himself, and the villain threw him through a wall in retaliation, resulting in the boy's injuries, and the villain then attacked Bakugou. But, he also told me that Midoriya used his quirk to pull him out of the villain's body right before he splattered the villain, and Bakugou's arm was injured as a result. He was rather... reluctant to reveal that last bit of information. He even lied and claimed that the villain was the one who broke his arm at first. It wasn't until after I told him that my quirk let me know he was lying that he finally admitted that it was Midoriya's telekinesis that gave him that injury."

"He was trying to protect young Midoriya?" Toshinori asked.

"I think it was probably more a matter of pride. He got really angry at the suggestion that Midoriya saved him." Naomasa said with a frown, then muttered, "I think that's the first time I've ever been cussed at so much by a teenager who wasn't in trouble with the law." He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, "So, Midoriya injured someone due to reckless quirk usage. Though, considering that circumstances, he probably won't be in too much trouble for that. Bakugou could have died if it hadn't been for Midoriya after all. However, I still need to talk to Midoriya himself. He's still unconscious at the moment, but it's his statement that will really determine if he's in the clear or not. See, there's a chance that he actually went after the villain after he was thrown into a wall by him. If that's the case, then he was purposefully seeking out a fight, and he could be in a lot more trouble."

Toshinori stewed over his words. Everything about this entire scenario was all just so fucked up. And it was entirely his fault that it happened. He let out a sigh as his shoulders sagged.

"I hope this doesn't make it difficult for him to get into U.A." He said, voicing one of his biggest concerns at the moment. It was obvious to anyone who interacted with young Midoriya for any amount of time that the boy wanted nothing more than to be a hero. Toshinori desperately hoped that he hadn't messed that up.

-000-

Katsuki glared at the door in front of him as if he was trying to burn a hole in it with his eyes. A few members of the hospital staff asked if he was okay or needed directions or whatnot. He promptly snarled at them to fuck off and went back to trying to set the door on fire with his mind. He stood there, staring at it for at least twenty minutes.

Grinding his teeth together, Katsuki tried to muster up the will to enter the hospital room. It's not that he was scared or nervous, and he would actually murder someone if they suggested he was. It's just that the idea of going in the room and talking to its occupant physically repulsed him. But, he knew that he needed to.

He needed to talk to Deku, and set the record straight about what happened. Because that little shit did not save him, and he couldn't let him think that he did.

Even just thinking about had happened made something ugly squirm in Katsuki's gut. Deku didn't save him, he didn't! Katsuki freed himself, it was his explosion that got the sludge villain off of him, not Deku!

'Except, the only reason you were able to free yourself with that explosion was because you aimed for its eye. And you only knew that that was its weak spot because Deku attacked its other eye earlier.' A voice inside his mind taunted. It sounded like the most obnoxious parts of Deku, his mom, and himself combined, the three people most adept at pissing him off.

He would have figured it out himself eventually! He's not a fucking idiot, even without Deku, he could have figured out to go for the only solid part of its body!

'Only, you would have never gotten the chance if Deku hadn't distracted the villain. You had been trying to aim for its weak spot for a large chunk of the fight. But, it had been very protective of its remaining eye, so you hadn't been getting anywhere before Deku showed up.' The voice mocked.

That's not true! He would've been able to slip through its guard. The villain wouldn't have been able to keep it up forever.

'Do you really think you would've lasted long enough to break free on your own? You'd have been far more likely to suffocate before actually getting a lucky hit on its eye.' His mind jeered, 'Besides, even when you did get free, it didn't matter. The villain scooped you right back up, because you were too weak to escape in time. Face it, you'd be dead if it weren't for Deku.'

No, No, No, NO!

He could've saved himself! At most, he might've needed help from one of the heroes. But he absolutely did not need Deku to save him! In fact, Deku didn't save him! That's the entire reason why he was here, to make it clear to Deku that he did not save him!

With that thought, Katsuki reached forward, and opened the door. He had to use his left hand to do so, as his right arm was stuck in a sling. Another thing that he refused to admit had anything to do with Deku.

He opened the door pretty hard, causing the two people in the room to make noises of surprise. Sitting in the bed was Deku, right where Katsuki expected him to be. And next to the bed was Deku's mother, Inko. It had been awhile since Katsuki had last seen her. She'd gotten rounder since the last time they met.

"Deku." He said, turning his attention to the green hair teen. Katsuki tried to keep his voice calm, since either Deku or Inko could potentially kick him out of the room if they wanted to, and he wasn't planning on leaving until he said his piece. It wasn't easy to rein his temper in, but he somehow managed it, "We need to talk."

The nerd's eyes widened at that, and Katsuki ground his teeth together to try keep himself from growling. Deku turned to look at his mother.

"Um, mom? Can we talk... alone for a little bit?" He asked.

Inko's eyes flicked back and forth between the two teens nervously. Even Katsuki could tell that she thought that was a bad idea.

"Are you sure, sweetie?" She asked hesitantly.

"Please. I promise we won't take to long." Deku said.

"Okay, I'll be right outside if you need me." Inko replied, heading slowly to the door. As she passed Katsuki, she shot him a worried look. He wasn't quite sure what it meant, and he really didn't care. Once she reached the door, she paused and looked back before finally exiting the room.

Katsuki was little surprised that she actually agreed to leave them alone together. He knew for certain that had he and Deku been in switched places, the old hag wouldn't have hesitated to boot the nerd from the room. Also, he probably would've been happy that Inko left, as it made it easier for him to tell Deku what he needed to, were it not for the fact that he actively refused to let anything Deku did make him feel any amount of joy.

"Kaccha-" Deku tried to say, but Katsuki rounded on him before he could even finish the word.

"Shut up, Deku." Katsuki hissed, keeping his voice low. Staring straight into Deku's eyes with the ugliest glare he could manage, he kept talking, "I'm here to make something clear. So I don't want to hear a single fucking word from you." He paused, seeing if the nerd would try to speak again. When Deku didn't say anything, he continued, "Listen to me, and listen well. You. Did. Not. Save me. I didn't need your help, and I don't owe you anything. I could've beaten that bastard on my own. So, you aren't better than me, you aren't stronger than me, and don't you dare think otherwise. If you think for a second that what happened today changes anything between us, than think again. Got it?!"

Deku gave a tiny nod in response, seemingly to scared to speak. It pissed Katsuki off. He knew that the little shit wasn't afraid of him, not after what happened today. Because no matter how much Katsuki denied it, screamed both inside his head and out loud that it wasn't true, today had proven something that he had always feared deep down.

Deku was stronger than he was.

Which meant that he had to be pretending to be afraid, pretending to be some nervous little crybaby that could be cowed just be yelling and glaring. There was no other explanation, because Deku had no reason to be scared of Katsuki. So, he had to be faking it. He had to be making himself look weak for some reason. And that, that was the biggest reason Katsuki hated Deku.

Because by pretending to be weak, Deku made Katsuki look weak too.

Even though Deku certainly didn't believe a word Katsuki just said, even though the damned nerd was probably mocking Katsuki inside his own head for being so weak, there was nothing more that the blonde could say. At the very least, he might have convinced Deku that Katsuki himself didn't actually think the green haired nerd saved him ( ̶E̶̶̶v̶̶̶e̶̶̶n̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶h̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶g̶̶̶h̶̶̶ ̶̶̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶k̶̶̶n̶̶̶e̶̶̶w̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶h̶̶̶a̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶l̶̶̶d̶̶̶'̶̶̶v̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶b̶̶̶e̶̶̶e̶̶̶n̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶c̶̶̶r̶̶̶e̶̶̶w̶̶̶e̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶i̶̶̶t̶̶̶h̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶D̶̶̶e̶̶̶k̶̶̶u̶̶̶).

Resisting the urge to break something in frustration, Katsuki turned around and stomped towards the door to leave. Simply being around Deku made him angry, at both the nerd and himself. However, before he could reach the door, Deku spoke again.

"K-Kacchan." He stuttered, still pretending to be a sniveling coward despite the fact that they were alone (Was he just tormenting him or something?). Turning to the face the nerd, Katsuki glared at him. Deku shrank back slightly, but continued, "Wh- What happened to your arm?" He asked nervously, and it looked like he was dreading the answer.

That was the second time today that someone had asked Katsuki about how he broke his arm. The police detective had asked him earlier, and Katsuki naturally lied about it. When the detective called him out on it, he got really pissed off. In hindsight, cursing at a police officer was far from the smartest thing he had ever done.

"It's none of your fucking business." Katsuki snarled. The same anger he had felt when talking to the detective returned, but much stronger this time.

"It... It was me wasn't it? I-I broke arm when I pulled you out of the sludge villain's body." Deku said quietly. He sounded heartbroken about it, and there were tears forming in his eyes. Just another ruse, it had to be. All he was doing was rubbing how much stronger he was in Katsuki's face.

Katsuki clenched his fists so hard that his palms probably would've started bleeding if it weren't for the fact that his hands were tougher than normal thanks to his quirk. Spinning around, he slammed the door open, wanting nothing more than to get out of here. Inko, who was standing not to far away in the hall, jumped at the violent action.

"Kacchan! I'm sorry!" Deku yelled.

Katsuki paused slightly, not really expecting the words. He didn't believe it for a second, though.

"I'm sorry." The green haired boy said, "And thank you saving me. For blasting me out of the way of the villain at the beginning."

Katsuki left, moving down the hallway as fast as possible without it looking like he was running away. He didn't believe those words either.

-000-

Taking a deep breath to try to calm himself, Toshinori reached out and opened the door to Midoriya's hospital room. He had spent several hours trying to figure out what he was going to say to the green haired boy. And he probably would have spent longer composing his words, but visiting hours were ending in an hour, and he needed to talk to young Midoriya before the day ended.

"Yagi-san!" Midoriya said happily upon laying eyes on him in the doorway.

"Hello young Midoriya." Toshinori replied as he entered the room. Looking at the boy sitting in the bed made his insides lurch with guilt. He wanted to immediately begin apologising for what happened, but knew that the boy would only be confused if he did that. First, he needed to tell young Midoriya that he was All Might. At the same time though, he knew that he couldn't just start their conversation that way, and he still felt nervous about the topic. So instead, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing great! You'll never believe this, but apparently Recovery Girl operated on me! That's why I feel just fine! Even though I was really messed up after what happened. Like, one of my ribs punctured my lung, and now I don't hurt at all there, I can't even hear a buzz from my quirk coming from my lungs! She's seriously amazing!" Midoriya gushed, but then gave a sad sigh, "It's too bad I was unconscious the entire time she was here."

"I don't think you would've wanted to be awake while Recovery Girl was operating on you." Toshinori said.

Midoriya paused. It looked as though he was seriously considering whether or not meeting a hero he liked was actually worth being conscious in the middle of surgery. Thankfully, he wound up agreeing with Toshinori in the end.

Looking around the room, Toshinori noticed that Inko-san wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Young Midoriya, where is your mother?" He asked.

"Oh, she left to get something to eat. I managed to convince to actually leave the hospital to get food, since I didn't think she should be forced to eat anything here. Actually, she just left a little bit before you showed up." Midoriya said.

Well, that certainly made things easier. It also meant that he shouldn't put this off any longer, since he had a limited amount of time before Inko-san came back. With a heavy sigh, Toshinori spoke.

"Young Midoriya. I have something very important that I need to tell you." He said solemnly.

"Is- is something wrong?" Midoriya asked, worried.

Rather than speak, Toshinori instead used the small amount of time with One For All that he had left. Steam came off of his body as he grew in size, stretching out his clothing until it was pulled tight over his new frame.

"Young Midoriya." He said in his deeper hero voice, "I am All Might."

You know, for how much I hate writing hospital scenes, you'd think I'd hospitalise my characters less. I'm going to stop though, this is a JoJo fic, so I'm sticking with the JoJo tradition of horrifically injuring characters every single fight.

Writing from Bakugou's POV is always fun. Also, while I gave quite a bit more insight into why Izuku and Katsuki's friendship fell apart in this chapter, the full explanation still won't be revealed until the Sports Festival (at least, that's the plan).

For some reason, the time skips in this chapter seem a really confusing, and I legitimately can't figure out why or how to fix it. Like, there's a significant gap in time between the first scene with Toshinori and the second scene with Bakugou, but it feels off for some reason.

I'm at a bit of a road block. I know that Izuku should get in trouble for going up against the sludge villain, but I'm not sure what his punishment should actually be. My first idea is that he should have to do community service... by cleaning up the beach. Mostly because I find the idea funny.