Nono gets (temporarily) kidnapped by All For One.
The Wandering Miko (read: real-life Black Widow) vs two-hundred-year-old Kingpin of Crime.
The Miko wins, obviously.

Cadaalada: meaning "justice" in Somali. Or so Google tells me. It was a tossup between that and peace.

"Yakushi-sensei."

Nono gently nestled the last of the inoculations into its place, then closed the door of the fridge, stepped away from the valuables, and turned. The individual who had spoken had a man's voice, a few shades deeper than Aamusnaan's, with a body of dark purple mist and eyes that were gold instead of vermillion. And he had teleported into her clinic-he did not stay on the right side of the law. Orochimaru had gone off to the labs after the conference, while she came back to finish her shift at the clinic. It was fortunate that Dabi was not present.

"Hello, may I help you?" Nono asked.

The mist man gave a bow, "Not I, Yakushi-sensei, but my employer is quite interested in your services."

"Indeed? And may I have your name?"

"I am Kurogiri."

Not-quite-a-lie. The changed pattern of Cadaalada's mists' billowing betrayed him. In some ways, the father was quite like the son.

"Then Kurogiri-san," Nono said evenly, "let us not waste my break equivocating. Like many others before you, you are scouting me on the behalf of your employer to ascertain whether I am to be trusted with healing a denizen of the underworld. Allow me to be blunt: I am. I am a physician, and I hold to my oaths, including doctor-patient confidentiality and the Hippocratic commandment to not cause harm to those I treat. However, while I am capable of performing trauma surgery in any location, if your employer requires my assistance, I assure you, it will be best received in a major hospital, where I have access to abundant resources. The consumables and equipment in my clinic are intended to be used for the disadvantaged, and I will not have you taking advantage of charity."

Kurogiri sighed apologetically, "I'm afraid that the circumstances surrounding my employer render a visit to the hospital quite beyond consideration."

Then the employer was a villain, not a mob boss, and currently wanted. It would explain why Aamusnaan's father could not be found, if he had been deep in the underworld all these years. The employer was either extraordinarily powerful or extraordinarily irrelevant. Given the value of Kurogiri's quirk, it was likely the former.

"I understand." Nono said professionally, "Then I presume you have access to the resources necessary?"

"You will be provided with anything and everything you require, Yakushi-sensei," Kurogiri assured her, "And you shall be paid in full."

"Excellent. I shall pen an appointment."

"My employer is willing to pay for priority service." The mist-man added.

"This is non-negotiable." The doctor answered coolly, "I presume that your employer's condition is a non-emergency, given that we have been negotiating for the past five minutes. I will not postpone time-sensitive treatment for no reason. Your employer can wait until seven, at which point I will be able to spare the time for a interview. Now, if you will excuse me, my break is over."

She pointedly washed her hands.

Kurogiri inclined his head, signaling acquiescence. "Then may I stay until that time?"

It was a test, to see if she would attempt to get him away so as to inform relevant authorities. The Wandering Miko was not inexperienced enough for that. "Feel free." She said brusquely, "But stay out of the way."

Middle ear infections, broken bones, an inside-out incident with a quirk, a case of gas inhalation, two drug overdoses and the mediation of a domestic dispute later, it was seven.

Kurogiri conjured a portal. "If you would, Yakushi-sensei?"

The only person on the other side was a featureless creature in a suit, with a ventilator mask over his face. The subject spoke, "Yakushi-sensei, it is an honor to meet you at last."

She inclined her head. "I am flattered by your regard. Are you my patient?"

The man chuckled, "I should hope so. You have a reputation as a miracle worker, Yakushi-sensei, and I believe I am in need of a miracle."

"Indeed." She said dryly, "So let us begin. Medical history, age, quirk? And what may I call you?"

"I prefer the moniker 'sensei' as well." The man replied, "But I imagine that it would make things awkward. Please, call me Ichirou. Tsubasa, my physician, will be along shortly with my medical files. As to the rest…is it possible for me to refrain? Much of the information you asked is somewhat…ah…sensitive."

Nono sighed in exasperation, "I respect doctor-patient-confidentiality, even when it goes against the law, Ichirou-san. However, I can not in good conscience conduct treatment without a full understanding of your condition. Otherwise, given that I will be using my quirk, your body's quirk-related adaptions will be altered, the unwitting activation of a stray section of DNA could cause the growth of unwanted minor appendages, and if we are particular unfortunate, cancer."

"What you are asking for is still rather excessive, Yakushi-sensei," Kurogiri portested politely, "Surely you are skilled enough not to require-"

"-It's alright, Kurogiri," Ichiro cut in gently, "I would not want to trouble Yakushi-sensei unnecessarily, given that I am asking so much of her already."

"My quirk," said the man, addressing Nono directly, is called Give and Take. I can take quirks from others or give them different ones. As a result, a combination of donated mutation quirks have allowed me to survive my injuries, although, as you can see, they do not work as well as one could hope.'

The medic-nin blinked, "I can't imagine the effect on your genetic code."

"It will be a journey of discovery then." Said Ichiro, tone wry. And wasn't that a surprise, a two-hundred-year-old criminal being somewhat genuinely self-deprecating (There had only been one person in the world with a quirk that could affect other quirks that way, and it was the villain who named himself All For One).

There was a knock on the door at her back, which the crime lord was facing (as expected, the man would never leave his back open).

Kurogiri answered the door. In entered a man with a sheaf of folders.

Nono spoke first to take the initiative. Giving a shallow bow, she asked, "Doctor Tsubasa, I presume?"

The man gave her a much deeper bow in return and said, "Yes, Doctor Yakushi. It is an honor to be able to work with a legend in the field."

The doctor raised an eyebrow, "Then I believe we should begin."

Half an hour later, she was finished with the preliminaries.

"Your injuries are quite severe." She began.

"I noticed." Ichirou shot back dryly.

"And most, if not all, were caused by kinetic force. Your immune system is severely damaged, and that has not been helped at all by side-effects of the drugs you were given afterwards. Your quirk, Give and Take, is not the best thing to have when you are like this, even if it's the only reason you are alive. Every time you recieve or donate, your genetic code changes, and that is do no favors for your body. That is why I will be taking control of the process and commanding them against their natural inclinations. Now, are you intending to use your quirk during the next nine months?"

"I'm afraid circumstances prevent me from abstaining." Ichirou said apologetically. Nono filed the possibility of attacks by the kingpin away in her mind.

She nodded and replied crisply, "Then we'll have to extend the treatment period to a year, minimum. I will have to recalibrate treatments in response to every change in your DNA, so I would appreciate it if you kept a diary of each time you use Give and Take."

"I understand, but forgive me if I am wrong, haven't you produced results in far less time?"

"This case is different." The Wandering Miko replied honestly.

"Given what Tsubasa-sensei has told me, I will be unable to create tissue cultures without you using Give and Take to regulate your collection of different quirks, meaning that while I can certainly get the culture to take, it will turn into a cancerous growth almost immediately. I'm sorry I can't do more, but while your self-healing may accelerate the process, I will have to adjust for it as well, and while we may pray to the kami for a miracle, I doubt that they will answer."

"That is still far more than I could have imagined, Yakushi-sensei." All for One said gravely, "To be able to experience the world again in all its fullness, to see, and taste, and smell…to wait one year is quite brief, compared to eternity."

Nono willed a blush onto her cheeks, "I am unworthy of such regard." She said. It was fortunate that All For One, being reclusive as he was, was out of practice with manipulating those who did not already revere him. Then, changing the subject with deliberate clumsiness, she continued, "I will be doing a few biopsies now. Doctor Tsubasa…?"

Also, looking for Beta. Anyone interested?