Toshinori was no stranger to hospitals regardless of which form he was in. So when he spent the next six days camping out in the waiting room of the nearest hospital where Mizuki had been taken, well- nobody really thought anything of it. Though some of his friends dropped by from time to time to check up on him and Mizuki both.

They wouldn't always say it aloud, but there was just something about the young woman that grabbed their attention that day in the rain and simply wouldn't let go.

He didn't say much of anything about the weird feeling either, but he felt it too. Though the fact that he was the only one camping out in the hospital waiting room alone, wasn't entirely lost on him. If anything he found it a mite peculiar and at one point had even asked her doctor if the girl had a quirk or something that simply made him feel so attached.

The doctor had merely shook her head no, and explained that there was no such quirk. And then had carefully and slowly tacked on- as if he had taken far too many blows to the head or something- that Mizuki had absolutely no noticeable nor hidden quirks to speak of.

She was a full blooded civilian.

She had then mentioned something about a few anomalies in her blood- it was a miracle that she was even alive. But of course, by this point he wasn't really listening to her anymore.

He simply couldn't fathom a civilian woman suffering such injuries, even for the sake of her child- and living through them for as long as she had already. In fact the mere idea was more than a little bit outlandishly beyond all comprehension.

Now he knew that ordinary human beings could do amazing thing if they really put their minds to something, but he wasn't sure about the details of what they were truly capable of. So one the sixth day, after going by Mizuki's room to check on her, he then decided that he'd go to the local library a little ways down the street and begin doing a little bit of research on the abilities of quirkless individuals.

The walk to the library was a peaceful one, if not a little bit boring to him. There was only two bank robberies along the way that he'd had to thwart before continuing his trip. But aside from that, all had gone remarkably well.

Upon reaching the library he made quick work of finding the service desk and asking about the information he would need to do his research and then once that was done, went to search it out.

The only real problem that he had with the whole endeavor was that there wasn't a whole lot of material written on people without quirks. In fact, the information that the library had on them wasn't at all what he had been hoping to find.

Medical encylopedia's did nothing to help him figure out the mystery that was Mizuki. Though they did list a whole slew of medical conditions, symptoms, and how to treat many of them- they still yielded no answers to his questions.

Huffing slightly in disappointment he was tempted to toss the books across the library. But that would be considered rude. Not to mention that he'd be wasting his strength for nothing. So he didn't bother.

Instead he left the books where they lay, and simply got up and started walking back the way that he'd came. Deciding that he should return to the hospital just in case. Once again, the trip was boring.

This time he only had to stop a car in a high speed chase by flipping it over his head so that it went airborne for several moments before finally slamming into the ground behind him, eliciting screams and such from the occupants of the vehicle before they quickly attempted to scramble from the car and run.

Shota Aizawa stood outside of the hospital room of the young woman that Toshinori had decided to take responsibility for, sipping on his cup of hot chocolate (because the coffee machine was broken, again) and thinking.

Now don't get him wrong- to some extent he could understand Toshinori's need to take responsibility for the frail, injured young woman. He had been present the day of the battle and had witness the two making some sort of odd connection, among other things as she had lain in a puddle of mud and blood; her uninjured hand tightly clutching her dead son.

He had stayed present when Toshinori had handed the infant over to the mortician to be taken care of until she got better and could at least attend the child's funeral- hell he had stood outside of the room where the autopsy was preformed and had heard the same thing that his friend had.

"Injuries consistent with torture. Whoever did this, didn't kill the child quickly- They made sure that the poor thing died screaming and choking on his own blood."

Of course this had alarmed them on several levels. Mostly because torture wasn't something that any of the hero's that they knew, was all that familiar with. Which only seemed to raise far more questions about the mysterious young woman.

Watching as a nurse slipped by him and into the room to do the usual- pulse check, blood pressure, lungs, switch out her IV's and a write down some stuff before finally drawing some blood and then taking a moment to fuss with her blanket before finally leaving.

Giving him the much needed chance to ask about her condition.

The nurse must have known the drill, cause she saw him coming a mile away and smiled warmly at him as she stepped out of the room and waited for him to ask, "How is she?" before responding kindly.

"She is looking much better today. The doctor will be by later on today to look over her injuries and see whether or not her life is still in danger. But I have to say that despite the lack of infection, and just going by her current vitals- I think he'll have some really good news."

Shota grinned at the woman and would have grabbed her up and spun her around in his arms if not for the fact that he had just accidentally crushed his styrofoam cup in his hand, spilling what was left of his hot chocolate all over himself.

"Ouch!"