Shota had just gotten his fingers taken care of by the nice frantic nurse whom had then not only given him a new hot chocolate, but her phone number before skipping off to do...uh...nurse stuff. Like sponge bathing someone. God I would do anything for a woman with such perky assets to sponge bathe me. He thought dirtily as he sipped on his hot chocolate.

And burned his tongue with it before scrunching his nose up and turning to look for a garbage can to toss it in when he froze upon seeing Toshinori standing there with his arms over his tiny chest, glaring at him slightly.

"What are you doing here?" The question sounded more like an accusation to his ears instead of a friendly question. Which was peculiar given the fact that he knew that Toshinori was downright territorial about only two or maybe three things in life.

So why did he suddenly get the feeling from the other man that he had just encroached on something that he didn't want him anywhere near? Like some precious family heirloom or sort of prize?

Ignoring the feeling, Shota settled his gaze on his friend and smiled slightly as he said, "Hello Toshi. How are you?"

His friend didn't respond to his question right away, and while others might perceive this as a sort of insult- Shota didn't. He knew from experience that proper lack of rest and such pretty much de-evolved the man into a monkey like state of being. Though he was impressed by the fact that he was stringing more than two coherent words together this time.

The last time that this had happened, Toshinori had basically become a caveman and started swinging from ceiling fans and such.

It'd been as amusing as it was sort of sad.

However what had made the whole event more than just amusing/sad was the fact that his friend recalled nothing of it and hadn't believed him or anyone else when they had asked or said something in reference to that particular event. Which is why the time after that, when it happened again- they video taped him.

And again, once the event was over he'd had no memory of what had happened. So they had decided to fix that and sat Toshinori down and watched the tape and then promptly broken the DVD player and the small flat screen TV and then stormed off.

In truth it was a fun sort of game that everyone liked to play with the man when he was in such a state. However there was nothing funny about that smoldering, don't-fuck-with-me stare that he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of.

Coughing slightly, he then shifted his attention to why he had come here today. Sure it had been partially to check up on Toshinori and the woman, but only just.

No, he'd come bearing gifts from Toshinori and the government officials that oversaw the hero's.

The first thing that he had, was the woman's new ID's and such. Since neither he nor Toshi knew her middle or last name, they had decided that it was best to wait for her to wake up to finish filling out the papers. However they had gotten copies of her medical files from when she'd been admitted to the hospital as well as given her a new social security number.

The second thing that was taken care of was her new home.

It was a spacious loft apartment with cream colored walls, some nice expensive furniture, some different kinds of makeup and perfumes, shoes and even a wardrobe full of clothing both casual and formal. Meant to fit any and all events in her life.

They had had some of the women her size, that worked with them, do some shopping for her and Toshinori had even tacked on the specific order- No slutty clothes (slutty of course being no shirts that showed nipple, or even excessive amounts of boob. and no skirts that didn't cover her crotch or ass.)- before anyone had been unleashed upon any of the shopping districts.

And Shota had to say, the 'no slutty clothes' thing had worked out beautifully in the girl's favor. When she was finally well enough to go to her new home, she would find all sorts of goodies awaiting her.

Another thing that Shota came with were the documents that Toshinori needed to sign off on as far as how much money the women got every two weeks or so to live off of until she managed to get back on her feet again. He'd peeked at the documents a while ago and damn near walked into a wall while choking on his own tongue.

Ten thousand every two weeks was a bit too rich for his taste. He'd have simply left the woman with a few hundred and made sure that she was damned grateful to even have that if it had been him, but then half of the money going to her was coming straight out of Toshi's considerable paycheck.

Which was very generous of the man to share.

Very, very generous if somewhat misguided on Toshinori's end. The government funds alone would have been enough to set the woman up. After all she wouldn't be buying a new home, nor anything like furnishings, clothing, ect...anytime soon.

And her new home was rent free. Had functioning electricity, heating and air/water. And furnishings. Nice comfortable ones. On top of which there were already purchased clothing and such.

What could Toshinori possibly think that the woman needed all of the extra zero's for? What exactly did his friend feel he needed to give her so much for? She didn't seem any different from any other victim that any of them had ever come across before.

Granted the circumstances of her injuries as well as her son's death were more then a tad bit questionable, at best. And the nature of them was consistent with physical abuse, rape, and a few other things. But without a doctor's report, to back those suspicions then there was little that they could do to protect her from having such things happen to her again.

Her son however- was beyond unfortunate. But Shota doubted that Toshinori was attempting to compensate her for the loss of her very young child. He'd be stupid to try using money to fill that particular void.

He'd likely get his account funds taken, and his ass handed to him royally.

Suddenly hearing Toshi sigh tiredly and reached up to place his hand against the glass window leading to the woman's room. Shota blinked down at his friend as he heard him mutter. "Why isn't she waking up? Shouldn't she be waking up sometime soon?" He sounded exhausted. As if he carried far more than a heavy burden upon his shoulders. Which was ridiculous really. The man was the number one super hero All Might. He carried the heavy burdens of millions upon his shoulders each and every day.

But most of all, more than anything, Shota found that he sounded anxious to see the woman awaken.

He supposed that he could sympathize, and as curious as he was to interview the woman on how a quirk-less individual like herself came to be in such a way in the middle of a demolished battle ground where she hadn't been before- unlike his friend he was content to sit back and wait patiently.

After all, they had done their part thus far. Now it was up to her.