He winced, looking out the window. At least the others were safe. But with the loss of a lung, hero work would be much more troubling and problematic. Goodness, what was he to do about it? A knock sounded, and the door creaked open, revealing a neon blond with a ridiculous hairstyle. "Hey, Hakamata. Are you up for visitors?" He chuckled, wincing from the sudden pain. Of course, the vocal hero would visit him.
"Of course, Mr. Cockatiel. Have you still not changed that ridiculous style?" Mic chuckled, coming in quietly.
"It's vintage, man." Vintage…more accurately, he'd gotten comfortable in the leather and his fans had grown to like his odd, outrageous style that seemed better fit for a clown than a hero.
"You mean it's antiquated. What brings you here?" Mic smiled softly, setting a box on the bedtable.
"Well, I was going around visiting everyone who was up for it, and wanted to see how you were doing."
"I lost a lung, but I am still alive. The rest can be stitched up. Was Bakugo recovered from the villains?"
"Yeah, he was released a few hours ago. He asked if you were alright. Aizawa said you were alive, which was good enough." Jeanist laughed, wincing again. Mic handed him some water, and Jeanist took a sip, smiling gently.
"Classic Eraser. Thank you. I'm glad Bakugo is alright. As troubled as he is, he has a pure heart."
"Yeah, now if only he would just stop threatening people with death." Jeanist sighed heavily.
"Agreed. Was anyone else injured terribly?" Mic sighed heavily, looking tired. Jeanist wondered how long he'd been doing these visits for the night. He surely was a dedicated man.
"Well, All Might's retiring from hero work, so that's a thing." Ah, the hero's time had come at last. He couldn't remember a time All Might hadn't been known somewhere in the world. It was time enough for the man to retire and enjoy the rest of his time on earth. He had earned it time and time again.
"Indeed." Jeanist couldn't think about how that would affect the public for now: he had to focus on recovering from his injury: that took priority. "Others?" Mic chuckled, smiling again.
"Nothing they can't heal from. Recovery Girl's coming out soon enough. How are you holding up?"
"I attempted to restrain him myself, but…he was quite powerful. Is he restrained?" Mic grinned darkly.
"Max security, 24/7 surveillance through video and automated guns. He's not going to get out."
"I don't believe the world could survive him doing so." Mic's dark smile faded into his usual beam, his hand resting on Jeanist's arm.
"You shouldn't worry about that kind of stuff. Just worry about recovering."
"Of course, Mr. Cockatiel. You really should consider updating your wardrobe: your civilian clothes are fine, but this..." He gestured to the entirety of Mic's hero costume. "This is an atrocity." Mic pretended to be offended.
"Yeah, come on, man, respect the leather." Jeanist shook his head in amazement.
"You seem calm for someone in this kind of situation." Mic shrugged with a smile.
"I couldn't help with the mission, but I can provide support for people who got hurt."
"Why couldn't you assist? Most top heroes were there." Mic looked away, smile fading.
"My quirk would have hurt my allies more than the enemy, considering we were expecting Nomu." Oh, Jeanist had accidentally hit a nerve. Sometimes he forgot how Mic's quirk worked. "But I want to help in any way I can, so here I am, providing emotional support." The cockatiel truly had a big heart for even strangers.
"Then you are providing an honorable service, my friend." Mic shrugged, clearly wanting to do more but brushing passed it. Jeanist respected his resolve not to show his pain.
"So, your lung got punctured?" Jeanist smiled at the change in topic: Mic did not want to talk about him, after all.
"Straight through, yes. It as it was, I had surgery to have it removed. It was the most reasonable course of action."
"Sounds about right. You feeling any better?" Jeanist sat up slowly, taking the water again.
"Very much so, in fact. After so long, I suppose fate wove a mandatory rest into my fate." Mic laughed quietly. "I do plan on returning to hero work." Mic raised an eyebrow, looking concerned.
"You're going to take it easy long enough to get used to a lung, right? You'll get yourself hurt if you push too far."
"I'll have my sidekicks to assist me in not overdoing it, though your concern is appreciated."
"Okay, good. You sounded like Eraser for a second." Jeanist would have been offended if Mic hadn't been right. The fact was, he did consider going straight back into work, but he recognized that would be foolish.
"I am not self-destructive like that madman is." Mic laughed again, smiling warmly.
"That's true! Just remember to take it easy. Learning to cope with one lung is not going to be a walk in the park, and it may take a while for you to get used to the lack of oxygen." Jeanist smiled at the loud man.
"I recognize that. As I said, your concern is appreciated, but I know to take care of myself, or heroism will be extremely difficult to do." Mic smiled. The man was obviously exhausted, and Jeanist doubted his was the last visit of the day. "Yet that's all of our tendencies. Don't forget people can't be saved if you're not around anymore."
"Wasn't I supposed to say that to you, Hakamata?" Mic chuckled, standing up. "I can handle it. Get some sleep, okay?" Jeanist watched the man disappear, smiling to himself. The man truly did care deeply. It was nice. He picked up the box and opened it to see a long scarf. It was store-bought, likely from the hospital gift shop, but he was too glad to have extra threads to care. He always felt bare without his face covered. He slipped it on, silently thanking the man who could comfort even the stormiest soul.