Surprisingly enough, the children were fine. A little bit rattled by the sudden appearance of the villains. But otherwise unharmed. Which helped him to breathe a little bit easier and finally calm down before he wound up throwing one hell of a hissy fit.

And since they were all fine, then the only ones hurt during this entire fiasco had been Aizawa, Thirteen and the girl whom young Midoriya and several others had already stated- wasn't a villain since all of them had been male. Which was good to know. However it raised other questions.

Especially when he found out that she wasn't part of Aizawa's class either.

So perhaps it wasn't totally shocking that Nezu, in his anxiousness for some answers of his own, decided to call in his former sidekick. Sir Nighteye, in an effort to find out something about the girl since she was currently in critical condition and couldn't answer anyone's questions.

Now, despite the bad way that he and Sir Nighteye had parted ways, Toshinori still thought of the man as his friend. And Sir Nighteye apparently still thought of him the same way too. If the way that his face lit up like a Christmas tree upon seeing the tall blond, was any indication at all.

Toshinori supposed that that was good to know since he still owed the man an apology. But that was neither here nor there.

Presently the two men were standing in the hallway outside of the girl's hospital room since she'd been in such bad shape that even Recovery Girl hadn't been able to do anything for her beyond helping with her punctured lung and setting and wrapping a few of her broken bones.

"All Might, how are you my friend?" Sir Nighteye asked as he walked up to him and gave him an awkward hug. Toshinori patted the smaller man on the back and then let him move back to look at him.

It had been nearly six years since the two of them had parted ways not long after he'd faced down- All for One. The villain responsible for killing his late master- and beloved mother figure, Nana Shimura.

He'd gotten injured during the fight and nearly died after he lost his stomach and one of his lungs. However thanks to an couple of organ transplant surgeries, he was able to regain his full health easily enough. It simply took a little bit of time, that was all.

"I'm doing fine. What about you Nighteye?" Toshinori asked as he felt the smaller man squeeze his arm a little bit. As if he were testing to make sure that he really was okay. It was as amusing to him as it was embarrassing. Still, he let his friend do it, if only to reassure him that his last vision of his fate had been wrong.

Or at least the time line he'd given him had been anyways.

"I'm doing well. I started my own hero agency."

"I know. I send you and you're co-workers secret Santa gifts every year." Toshinori said as the man finally seemed to decide that squeezing his arm wasn't the way to check on him and he reached out and gently set his hand against his bad side.

Careful not to place too much pressure on the spot he asked. "How's your side?"

"It aches from time to time, but otherwise seems fine."

"Good. Good. I'm glad to hear that." Nighteye said with a small smile. His gold eyes glittering in the faint light before he asked, "Is this the girl's room?"

"Yes." Toshinori replied, his voice taking on a soft quality that Nighteye had very rarely heard it possess. It made the dark green and blond haired man study his old friend with an oddly calculating look on his face for a moment before then stepping into the hospital room.

The girl that Nezu had wanted him to use his foresight on was in no condition to open her eyes. So...the only way that he'd be able to look into her to see whether or not she was a villain would be to use someone else that had been in close proximity to her.

Turning back to the blond, he narrowed his eyes a little bit at him and then waved him over. Toshinori didn't bother to hesitate or drag his feet any. He entered the girl's room and paused in front of his friend as the man asked, "How long have you been here?"

Toshinori cocked his head to the side for a moment before understanding the reason behind the question and quickly telling them man that he'd been there since she and the others had been brought in.

Call him crazy but he figured that now would be an optimal time for the villains from before to place a hit on Aizawa and Thirteen since both men were down with serious injuries and practically defenseless.

And of course he'd split his time between the two men and the girl.

They were literally in rooms side by side, thanks to a special request that he'd made of the hospital personel. So...he could easily visit one or even two of them without being too far away from any of them if he was really needed. And Nezu didn't seem to mind the fact that he was literally haunting the hospital halls for the moment. Especially since it gave him time to have Naomasa round up as many of the villains involved in the attack as humanly possible.

To cut down on the loss of life.

Because he knew with absolute certainty that once Toshinori was certain that nothing was going to happen- he would be hitting the streets and hunting them down.

The time that he spent sitting in the hospital only delayed the inevitable and fed his temper further. Nothing more. And nothing less.

"Have you touched her?" Nighteye asked curiously.

"Yes, a few times." He replied, not even bothering to lie. He'd touched her to catch her, to turn her onto her side and even fussed with her blanket and held her hand and stuff when she'd had a nightmare of some kind several hours earlier.

"Good. I'm going to use my foresight on you then."

Toshinori simply stood there wondering if his friend would even be able to see anything in regards to the girl. He didn't have to wonder for long. Nighteye's expression shifted from professional to interested and then to near glee as his breath left him in a soft hiss.

Nighteye's expression shifted to one of awe. Toshinori had no idea if he what he was seeing since his friend had opted to stay quiet this time.

"What do you see?" He asked, his curiosity finally getting the best of him after several moments of silence.

"She isn't a villain. I'm absolutely positive of that much," Nighteye said after a moment or so before tacking on. "She's far too kind to be a villain."

"What else?"

"She's strong. Powerful-" He said after a moment before then hissing out anxiously. "My god, All Might...her power rivals your own. It even rivals that of the heavens!"

Toshinori's eye brows nearly disappeared into his hairline upon hearing this. Especially if he carefully considered the implications of his friend's words.

"The villain's will try to get their hands on her if she's left alone and unguarded. All for One-" At the mention of his enemies name, Toshinori let out a soft growl. " He will try to break her, twist her, use her against you- But she's so strong. She would rather die bloody than hurt someone that she loves."

Upon hearing the 'L' word, Toshinori sputtered a little bit in shock.

Mainly because he'd never had someone love-love him before. Sure Nana had- she'd been the mother that he'd never had while growing up. And of course his fans did, but Nighteye spoke as if the girl would come to care for him beyond that of a fan, simple hero worship, or mere admiration.

He spoke as if she would love him like...like a lover. Or maybe more.

To be perfectly honest, Toshinori wasn't sure how to respond to this. He wasn't used to being the object of someone's genuine affections. Sick obsession yes, but not affection.

Finally Nighteye deactivated his quirk and blinked his gold colored eyes and took a deep breath as he looked up at Toshinori, who's face was flaming with embarrassment. The smaller man chuckled at him and simply patted his arm and said, "Don't worry any, All Might. She'll be a good match for you."

Toshinori sputtered a little bit more and whined, "Nighteye! You're not helping!"

"I'm not trying too." Nighteye huffed in amusement as his friend whined again, doing an excellent impression of a puppy. The last part of his vision was still burned into his retina's. He'd never seen a vision of his friend so...happy before.

Much less one that didn't end in blood and hopelessness.

He already couldn't wait until the girl woke up. Something told him that he'd want ringside seats for the entertaining spectacle.