My eyes widened slightly at the sight in front of me. All Might had just started steaming and essentially deflated. The steaming cleared quickly showing a very uncomfortable looking Yagi-san as he greeted me with an uncomfortable smile and a raised hand in greeting. I mean I was surprised but not as much as I imagine others might be in my situation. Maybe it's all the pain meds pumping through my body, or maybe it's because my life has just been one surprise and/or shit show after another.

Either way, I don't know if it was due to my delayed response, but the change in Yagi-san's face is what bothered me. The 100 Watt smile I had become somewhat accustomed to had fallen to a look of a potent mix of guilt, shame, embarrassment, and...fear? Whatever it was, I didn't like it.

"Konbonwa, Yagi-san! Daijobu desuka? (Good evening, Yagi-san! How are you?)" I greeted nonchalantly, as though both of us had not just revealed huge secrets to one another within two days of knowing each other. This seemed to derail him from whatever train of thought he had been on, and he approached me, a smile returning to his face, though it seemed forced.

"Tsukibara-san! Nevermind me! You were the one who was injured. How are you feeling? I'm so sorry I couldn't stop you from getting hurt. Please forgive me," Yagi-san fretted, guilt obvious on his face. I reached out with my right hand and gently gripped the hem of his oversized shirt as that was all I could reach, and smiled sweetly at him.

"Yagi-san... or... All Might-san," I started, stuttering slightly over the two identities before shaking my head to clear my thoughts and moving on, "My injuries are my own fault. I let my distrust and dislike of heroes push me to act rashly. Honestly, if that criminal hadn't shot me, my quirk probably would have went haywire, which could have led to a lot more damage being done." He looked at me in shock, but before he could say anything, we were approached by a giant mouse with a scar over his right eye that walked on its hind legs.

"Tsukibara Kaera, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Nezu, the principle of U.A. High School," the mouse greeted kindly. Wait... The mouse can TALK?!

So let me sum up this day so far: Got invited on a tour of the city with my weirdly friendly neighbor and for some reason agreed to go, went, got angry when heroes were mentioned, ditched said neighbor, got taken hostage, used my quirk that was supposed to be a SECRET, got shot (3 freaking times!), got saved by the number 1 hero, the #1 hero turns out to be my oddly friendly neighbor, and now there's a freaking talking mouse that is the principle of the number one hero school in the country?! Yup. That's it... I'm done...

"You two are overwhelming my patient," the woman who had introduced herself to me as Recovery Girl when I woke up, scolded the two, "She's clearly had a traumatic day, and she needs to go home and rest. Now, Kaera, your left arm and right foot need to stay immobilized. I managed to heal the fracturing to your right hip to the point where you can move; however, the bruising is still quite severe. Is there anyone who can take care of you until you're more mobile?" All attention turned to me as I quickly shook my head.

"No. I can manage on my own-" I started, not wanting to worry anyone or be dependent on anyone.

"I can! I live next door to her anyways! It will be no problem!" Yagi-san interrupted, his 100 Watt smile back full force. I was thankful to see his normal smile return, but that didn't mean I wanted his help.

"Alright, Toshinori, but make sure she doesn't try and overexert herself!" Recovery Girl instructed. I looked between the two of them with a slightly annoyed face before clearing my throat.

"Listen, I really appreciate all the help and concern, but I'm supposed to start teaching at Orideri Junior High on Monday. Furthermore, Yagi-san is apparently the number 1 hero. There's no reason to add more work for him, especially when I can manage just fine on my own," I argued, starting to stress out slightly but trying to stay calm and use logic to get myself out of this. As I began to panic, a large, warm hand rested on my right should, snapping me out of what was sure to be a full on panic attack. I looked up to see Yagi-san giving me a close-eyed smile.

"Don't worry, Miss Tsukibara. It's really no problem. Let me help you," he said in English, making me relax a bit as I gave a small nod before yawning as a small blush dusted my cheeks. He may be weird, but Yagi-san has a very kind and cute smile.

~Time Skip brought to you by my 10 month old's legit RBF (XD) ~

Once the taxi reached the apartments, Yagi-san helped me from the taxi to my wheelchair as we were faced with another dilemma. The amount of assistance I needed due to my injuries was quite extensive, especially without being able to use my left arm, and I had no idea how to handle this. Yagi-san seemed to not be too bothered as he pushed me in my wheelchair to a door that did not belong to my apartment.

"Ano... Yagi-san..?" I started, getting his attention as he turned to face me.

"Yes? Is everything alright?" he asked, worry evident behind his smile.

"My apartment is that one," I stated plainly, pointing to the door to the right of the one we were currently in front of. Yagi-san chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm aware, but Recovery Girl told me before we left that you should not be living by yourself while your injuries are so bad. I didn't want to intrude, so I though you could stay at my place until you've healed," Yagi-san explained, clearly nervous about my reaction. I immediately and adamantly shook my head.

"No way in hell," I said in English before switching back to Japanese, "Thank you for your kindness, Yagi-san, but I will stay in my own apartment. If you're adamant about keeping an eye on me, feel free, but I prefer to be on my own." My voice was monotonous and tired, and the smile on Yagi-san's face fell once again, showing only concern as he simply nodded before pushing me over to my apartment door. I silently handed my keys to him as he unlocked the door and pushed me inside, closing the door behind us.

Once inside, Yagi-san pushed my wheelchair to the corner. As he was removing his shoes, I took that as my opportunity to get up without assistance. I detested depending on other people. Using my right hand, I leaned on the wall and pushed my weight to left my foot, doing my best to balance. In order to move forward, I placed a bit of pressure on my right foot causing me to wince as a memory flooded my mind.

~Flashback (Kaera's Age: 19)~

It was my third year of college, and I was volunteering with international student orientation at my university in Oklahoma. Not only did I love volunteering and meeting students from other countries, it also counted as work experience since I was studying foreign affairs.

Anyways, it was time to help the students move into housing. I was in charge of helping the students from India that year since they tended to be shy, and I was known for my outgoing and friendly personality. This semester, our university had three new students from India, 2 boys and 1 girl. I ran up to them excitedly with a huge smile on my face.

"Namaste! Mero naam Rose Winters hai! (Hi! My name is Rose Winters!)" I greeted happily in Hindi, "Aapse mil ker accha lagaa! (Nice to meet you!)"The 3 stared at me in utter shock, until 1 of the guys snapped out of it and returned my smile.

"Namaste! Mero naam Santosh Chandrudu hai," he responded kindly with a huge smile of his own. I blushed slightly. Santosh was a rather attractive man, at least to me. He was a couple of inches taller than me with thick wavy black hair that just reached the black plastic frames of his large square glasses. He had a sharp nose, charcoal black eyes, and a short beard and mustache that really suited his angled face.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Rose; however, you should know that these two do not speak Hindi," Santosh explained kindly, "We are all three from Vizag, Andhra Pradesh and primarily speak a language called Telugu." My eyes widened in excitement at the new information. I LOVED learning about different languages and cultures and was well known to geek about new information on the topic.

"Oh my bad! What are your names?" I asked turning to the other boy and girl with a smile on face, but both seemed much more shy than Santosh.

"My name is Rapha Reddy," the other boy, who was quite tall and had shaggy, straight black hair that fell into his eyes, answered, much quieter and in a deeper voice than Santosh.

"And I'm Preethi Yadav. It's nice to meet you," the girl introduced herself with a shy smile, her voice barely louder than a whisper when she spoke. She had thick black curly hair that reached her waist. She was quite petite, barely reaching my chin in height.

With introductions over, they told me where they would be living, and I along with 2 of the male volunteers that were part of the moving crew, took them to their new apartments. When we reached there, I began helping carrying their bags; however, I hadn't realized that the bags were being placed on a slope in the concrete, and let's just say that I am not the most coordinated individual.

As I stepped forward, I placed my foot down on the uneven surface, rolling my ankle and losing my balance in the process. In that split second, I had two options: Fall on my face and get a bloody nose that would undoubtedly freak out the already shy new students or collapse all my weight on the foot that I had stepped on. I chose the second option, and there was a large and sickening crack as I fell.

My foot exploded in pain as I quickly stood up and tried not to freak out the new students, convincing myself that I had only imagined the cracking sound and that I was being over dramatic about the pain. I continued to walk to the apartment, carrying the bag that I had dropped when I fell.

I reached the apartment, dropped the bag, and thinking I was alone for a moment, sat on the floor, steadying my foot as hot tears pricked my eyes. I quickly squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the tears back before anyone could notice.

~End Flashback~

A/N:

All flashbacks will be in English, so the text will only be in bold italics if it switches from English. I didn't know if that was clear or not. Anyways, thanks for reading! Please vote and comment. :)