A/N- From now on, bold, italicized text in the actual chapter denotes a foreign language. It will primarily be English, but at least one other language will make an appearance later. Also, I'm going to try and update regularly, but I just flew across country last minute with my 10 month old daughter to help my sister-in-law with her newborn and will be here for close to a month. That being said, I have a notebook that I'm using to write this story, so I will be continuing to work on it, even if I don't get to update often.

The sensation of the barrel of a gun pressed flush against my right temple burned my skin and simultaneously sent chills down my spine. "How did I get here?" you may ask. The answer is honestly nothing special. It's just the age old story of wrong place, wrong time.

I had decided to go ahead and open a Japan-based bank account (finally) since I would actually have a regular paycheck coming in. Right as I was leaving the bank, the robbery started, and I along with many others inside the bank was taken hostage. Once the police arrived, the criminals shot two warning shots, which is why the barrel of the gun currently pressed against my head is still hot. After all but 1 of the criminals was apprehended by the police, the hostages began escaping, but the final criminal grabbed me and that brings us to where we are now.

There were shouts of excitement, and I looked over to the police and locked eyes with a literal giant. His eyes were primarily shadowed, but I was able to lock eyes with two striking light blue eyes that seemed almost familiar. Either way, the man I locked eyes with was easily 7ft tall and was just a generally huge and muscular individual which was further emphasized by his skin tight red, white, blue, and yellow hero suit. He had shiny golden blonde hair with two bangs that stood straight up in the air. I felt myself roll my eyes despite my situation.

Oh great. A hero. I'd heard of this man: All Might. I'd lived in Japan for a while now, and this man was EVERYWHERE in terms of fans and merchandise. Despite his popularity, there is one thing to know about me. I do NOT trust heroes, and I was not about to be saved by one. Taking a deep breath, I did something I swore I would never do again: I activated my quirk.

I screamed in pain as wings made of white fire shot out from my back as my eyes turned pure white and a white blazing staff appeared in my right hand. I could hear the sound of my skin on my right palm sizzling as I gripped the staff, hissing in pain before quickly shoving my staff into the ribs of the criminal behind me.

The criminal yelped in pain as he released me. Several gun shots were heard followed by a burning pain in my left shoulder, right hip, and right foot. The pain and blood loss caused my quirk to deactivate. As a result, I found myself collapsing. I squeezed my eyes shut in preparation for the impact with the ground that never came.

"Have no fear for I AM HERE!" I heard a baritone voice boom and involuntarily flinched. Loud noises have always freaked me out. All Might seemed to notice and lowered his volume as he continued speaking to me.

"Excuse me, Miss! I'm going to take you to the hospital, and the doctors there will take great care of you," he explained, his trademark smile never leaving his face. Fear gripped my heart as I grabbed his costume with my blistered right hand and whimpered.

"No hospitals... Please..." I begged in English, my voice barely a whisper as my vision faded to black.

-TOSHINORI POV-

The fear and pain in her voice caused my smile to falter slightly. She had passed out, and her porcelain skin was beginning to look lifeless. This woman needed medical attention and fast, but she was clearly terrified of hospitals.

A split second decision had to be made, so I held her close to me and flew to U.A. to Recovery Girl's office. Meanwhile, Tsukibara-san's blood was soaking into my costume.

"What has happened to this woman, Toshinori? Why didn't you take her to the hospital?" Recovery Girl asked angrily as I carefully laid Tsukibara-san on the treatment table.

"You know what. You can explain later. This woman is on borrowed time as it is. Now, get out! I have to operate, and quickly!" Recovery Girl ordered, shoving me out the door, leaving me to my thoughts and worries about the emerald eyed woman fighting for her life.

~Time Skip brought to you by Musutafu's crappy luck in general~

Four hours later, I'm pacing, still in my hero form, outside of Recovery Girl's office, waiting for any word on my strawberry blonde neighbor. Finally, the doors open, and I can see Tsukibara-san being rolled out in a wheelchair, fully conscious, her shocked expression just barely visible through the steam coming off of my body. Wait... Steam... Coming off of MY body... Shit! I'm reverting back to my normal form, and there's no time or place for me to hide.

A/N-

Sorry for the short chapter, but this seemed like a good place to end the chapter. Hopefully, the next couple of chapters will allow me to catch up to a normal length for chapters for me (like at least 1200 words). Anyways please comment and vote! and thank you all for reading! :)