Recovery Girl frowned as she looked at Izuku's unconscious body. Usually she would heal her patients immediately, but when the threat of more serous injuries hung over the patient, she was forced to evaluate their condition.

As her quirk relied on the patients energy, if the injury was serious enough, it could kill the person instead of heal them. So she was left to look at the beat up boy in front of her.

They were currently in Yueei's infirmary, but Izuku had passed out not long after their victory. She had initially been worried about shock, but it seemed he had just passed out from exhaustion as the adrenaline wore off.

After making sure he wasn't in immediate danger, she had brought him back to the infirmary with All Might's help.

He was now laying on the infirmary bed, shirtless, as she inspected his wounds.

His wounds were both what she expected and didn't expect.

The broken bones were to be expected, but the bruising wasn't. She was no fool. Bruises didn't swell this badly for hours, much less in under thirty minutes. The boy had gotten these wounds from before the fight, and she'd be willing to bet, before he even came to school that day.

She mulled her options. The first thing that came to mind was that he fell, but that didn't explain how he had bruising on his front and back, yet none in his arms. Next, he could have been jumped or attacked, but he was a Yueei student, surely he could defend himself.

She didn't get rid of the second option, but she couldn't ignore the third option. It was the most likely in these circumstances, but it was not something to be taken lightly.

The third option was abuse. Yeah, like she said earlier, it wasn't something that you could just jump to conclusions on. What that implied would mean serious consequences, but she just couldn't ignore the option either.

That didn't mean she had to like it.

Nobody was deserving of abuse of any kind, and she could just tell that this Midoryia boy was one of the kindest people you can meet just by looking at him. Maybe it was his messy, green curls, or the natural way his face relaxed into the kind yet tight expression in his sleep, but she knew that he didn't deserve whatever it was that he went through to get these injuries.

But now that she knew the extent of his injuries, regardless of how they came to be, she could heal him. It was her job after all.

Her mouth stretched outwards and she pecked his forehead. The heavy bruising on his chest quickly started faded, but it didn't go away completely. She had focused on the more immediate problems, like the first and second degree burns on his arms and the broken ribs. She also didn't want to tire him out too much before he had a chance to wake up.

After she was done, she looked back over the boy. His face was much more relaxed than before, and he seemed to breathing easier. Recovery Girl smiled, she always loved watching her patients heal.

Turning away from the boy, she walked over to the door. He would take a while to wake up, and she needed to have a talk with Yagi.

Glancing back at the unconscious boy one last time, Recovery Girl stepped out of the infirmary and out into the warm corridor.

When Izuku woke up, it was to bright lights and white. Groaning, he tried to sit up and gather his bearings, but a slight pain in his chest had him pausing.

He obviously wasn't in the hideout, but if he wasn't in the hideout, then he had no idea where he was. The hideout was the only place he had ever woken up to when injured.

"Now now, don't try to get up too fast. I wasn't able to completely heal your injuries." He glanced over to the direction where the voice came from and saw the form of a small, old woman.

He instantly recognized her.

Gasping, he found himself fangirling once more, "Oh my gosh! You're Recovery Girl! I've seen you before in tv and providing support in battles, but I never thought I'd meet you in person. I mean, I knew you started working at Yuuei a while ago, but I wasn't expecting to actually meet you. Especially just on the second day of school. Oh no," he started panicking, "it's just the second day of school and I've already been to the infirmary! Does that mean I'm too weak? I did get last on the test. Does that mean that they will kick me out? I don't want to be kicked out, but I can understand if they did. I mean-"

"Well you seem to be doing well," Recovery Girl said.

Izuku blushed furiously as she continued on, "I'm glad, I was worried I had healed your injuries too much before you woke up. Though now that you are awake, how are you feeling? Sleepy?"

He nodded, but winced as he moved his head. The world seemed very fuzzy as well, and he suddenly had a hard time keeping his eyes open.

In front of him, Recovery Girl nodded and then hopped out of the chair she had been sitting in. She went out of his vision for a moment, but returned shortly. "You seem to have hit your head, young boy. I would recommend you staying here for the night so that I can check on it and have to you properly rest. I can't force you, though, and I'm sure you'll want to talk it over with you parents." She nodded to the bedside table and the few things laying on top of it, "Your phone and other items are right there, so you can do that in a bit."

Izuku nodded and moved to sit up again. This time he succeeded as Recovery Girl helped him. She built a small rest out of his pillows and he reclined gratefully onto them, "Thank you, Recovery Girl. I don't know where I'd be if you hadn't healed me."

She just laughed, "Not sitting up, that's for sure!" Then the laughter died out and he saw a serious look overtake her features, "Where did you get those bruises? I noticed they were already a few hours old when I saw them."

He felt his face drain of color and he glanced everywhere but at Recovery Girl as he tried to come up with a believable excuse, "W-well, um, you s-see, I, uh," a memory suddenly popped itself into his brain, "I, uh, got jumped on the way to school!" He nervously exclaimed.

Her head tilted to the side and she didn't seem to believe him, but seemed to go along with it anyways, "Well then, you're a Yuuei student, correct?" She continued when he nodded, "How did you get such bruising from a street thug when you've clearly proven yourself a capable fighter?"

Izuku scrambled to come up with an excuse, "I, um, was taken by s-surprise! I d-didn't notice him until I was al-already being at-tacked." The stuttering didn't help, and he could only hope she wouldn't pry to father into it.

She nodded before saying, "Then why didn't you come to the infirmary when you got to school? I would have helped you, you know."

Izuku sheepishly rubbed the back of his head while his head and mind raced, "w-well you see, I was kind of embarrassed."

She frowned, "Embarrassed?"

"Y-yeah. I knew I would have been made f-fun of if people knew, s-so I tried to k-keep quiet about I-it."

Thankfully, she seemed to take his answer and he internally breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't know Recovery Girl likes to interrogate people. It didn't seem to go with her personality, or from what he had seen, at least. It's not like he had actually met her before, so he couldn't judge her too much.

"Like I said before, I recommend you stay here for the night," she said, "It's already almost the end of school, and I would hate for you to home in your current state. If you were attacked and hurt while uninjured, who knows what could happen while you look like that."

Izuku frowned. He hadn't gotten a look at himself yet, but surely it couldn't be that bad. Right?

Recovery Girl seemed to read his thoughts and suddenly brought a mirror out of nowhere. He saw his reflection and quickly looked away. Yup, it was that bad.

Dirt and soot was smeared all over his face, and he could see the faint bruising on his chest from that morning and the battle. His costume was also completely ripped to shreds, or at least from what he could see. He wasn't wearing the top part, but he knew it wasn't faring much better, if at all. Rubble was entangled in his hair as well, and he was hard pressed to find green in all the dust coating his hair.

Going out like this was definitely a no no. He would garner attention faster than a wild fire, and most of it the wrong kind of attention.

"I'll leave you to sort everything out. If you need me, just hit this button." She nodded to a small remote next to his phone.

He squeaked out a small, "O-okay!" And then he was alone with his thoughts.

Looking around, he was able to see a few machines laying around and another bed next to his. It was empty, but he was kind of envious of whoever got that one. It was closer to the window.

He quickly got bored of looking around and finally turned towards his phone. It sat innocently on the bedside table, but that didn't keep him from glaring at it. Scenarios passed through his mind and he tried to find the best one. He really didn't want to go back to the base(and it wasn't just because of how he looked), but he knew Sensei and Shigaraki wouldn't approve of him just deciding that. It would be best to let them decide.

Mind made, he grabbed his phone and quickly typed out a message before he could chicken out.

"I got hurt today in training and the doctor here wants me to stay the night. Is that okay? Or should I come back?"

He hit the send button and held his breath.

A few minutes passed before he got a response.

"Fine, but make sure that you don't reveal yourself. Also, don't think this will get you out of training when you get back. You'll need to make up for the time you lost."

He finally released his breath, head spinning slightly, and felt relief flood him. It was surprising that they had actually let him stay, but he figured that they wanted to keep up appearances. It would be strange for his 'parents' to not let him heal before going home.

He was slightly concerned about the training(he could practically hear Shigaraki's laughter in the distance), but it wasn't anything he hadn't been through before.

After texting back his confirmation, Izuku set his phone down and laid back against the pillows once more. Today had been tiring once again, and he just wanted to fall asleep.

He closed his eyes and within seconds fell into a deep sleep.

"I'm home, you old hag!"

Slamming the door behind him, Bakugou angrily ripped his shoes off and stormed deeper into the house.

"Don't talk to me like that, you little shit!" His mother exclaimed from somewhere in the kitchen.

He scoffed and started towards the stairs, "Whatever."

As he passed by the entrance to the kitchen he was stopped as his mother yelled at him, "Oi! Don't you walk away from me!"

Looking through the arch, he could see his mother standing in front of the stove with her arms crossed and glaring at him. He groaned and turned towards her, "I have fucking homework. I need to get started or else I won't finish."

An unsatisfied look crossed her face, but she nodded anyways, "At least tell me how your day was, brat!"

He rolled his eyes, "It went fucking fine, all right?!" And with that he stormed away. He heard his mother grunt behind him, but he ignored her.

After stomping up the stairs, he entered his bedroom and slammed his door closed. He could heat his mom yell something from downstairs.

He tossed his backpack onto his bed and then unzipped it. Inside was some folders and other school supplies. Pulling out one of the folders and a pencil, he turned to his desk and flopped down into the chair. He opened the folder and took out some of his homework from his various classes. It was easy and mostly review from last year, but he had to do it anyways.

After about an hour or two of doing homework, he had finished most of it. He only had a few questions left from his Algebra class, but it wouldn't take long to do them.

Setting his pencil down, he stretched out his arms and back. His back gave a few satisfying pops and he sighed. A short break couldn't hurt.

Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through the latest hero news. There was one article about how All Might apprehended a few criminals the other day and that got him thinking about that day's hero training.

A scowl overtook his features. They should have won, damn it! If he hadn't been so distracted with that damn Deku, then he wouldn't have let roundface sneak past him!

That Deku...

He didn't know why, but the broccoli head just made him angry. From the moment he first saw him, something stirred in him and it frustrated him to no end. Did he know him from somewhere?

No, he would have remembered him if that was the case. Green hair like that wasn't easily forgettable. Unless it had been from his early childhood...

Maybe he should ask his mom? She would definitely know if they had met before.

Standing up, he walked over to his door. Dinner would be ready soon anyways, he told himself. It's not like he was actually curious about the Deku.

The hinges squealed slightly as he opened the door and he growled in annoyance. He would have to fix that later.

Going down the stairs and entering the kitchen, he saw his mother finishing up the food and putting it on serving plates. Grumbling, he made his way over and wordlessly started helping her.

She looked surprised for a moment, but she grinned a moment later. "I guess you do have a heart after all, brat."

He growled and handed her a bowl of steaming rice, "Shut the fuck up, you old hag."

She just laughed at that. It made him angrier, but he for once didn't act on it. He didn't come down here to be mad at his mom. "Do you know anyone named Midoriya Izuku?"

A loud clatter shattered the careful peace, making Bakugou jump. "Hey! What are yo-"

He turned to see that his mother had dropped the plate onto the counter. Thankfully, it hadn't been far enough to break it, but it had still been loud. But the thing that had him pausing was the look on her face. It looked as though she had seen a ghost.

She slowly turned to look at him, and something on his face must have broke through to her, as she suddenly snapped out of whatever trance she had been in.

"I'm sorry Katsuki, I didn't mean to scare you." She said softly.

Bakugou was shocked. His mother never apologized to him. Then anger overtook him and the concern that had started to rise in his chest, "What the fuck are you apologizing for?! You didn't fucking scare me! What had you so freaked anyway?" He added the last part as a second thought. Not like he care or anything.

(He did.)

She seemed to suddenly become sad, "A friend of mine had a son with that name. Unfortunately, they both went missing not too long after your fourth birthday. His mother's body was found not too long after that, and he was declared dead after months of searching. You only met a few times." She suddenly frowned, "How do you know his name?"

Bakugou quickly looked away. He couldn't tell her now that he knew that. It would just give her false hope. "I just heard it somewhere and thought it sounded familiar, or some shit."

Looking back over, her disappointment was clear, but she seemed to believe his answer, to his relief.

He looked away again. Why did he feel guilty? It wasn't like it was the same person or anything. That was impossible. "What about his dad?"

She seemed surprised by his question, but she answered it nonetheless, "He left before Izuku was born. No idea where he is now." A smile crossed her lips, "It seems like you really care for him, huh."

He bristled, "What the hell are you on about?! I've never even fucking met the kid!"

She laughed, loud and obnoxious, "Well you certainly care more for him than you do with anyone else you've met!"

"Whatever, you old hag."

"What have I told you?!"

"Fuck off!"

"Be careful! You're going to break the fucking plates, you brat!"

Bakugou huffed and gripped the heavy plate better. It was filled of delicious smelling food, and he momentarily wished he had helped cook it. He shook the thought away and made his way into the dining room, where his father had set the table and was finishing the last touches. His mother came in after him and they placed the food onto the table.

Once it was all set and they sat down into their respective places, they said their thanks and started digging into their food. It was absolutely amazing, and soon enough, thoughts of Midoriya Izuku left their minds.