Haru's POV-

"Asano, you're heading to the infirmary again?" my classmate, Shinso Hitoshi, asked.

Shinso sits beside me in class and has messy purple hair with matching baggy eyes. He was quite tall and intimidating when I first met him on the day of the entrance exam, but he has his moments. After all, he just wants to be seen as a hero and not a villain. No one could blame him since his quirk was brainwashing—a quirk with negative connotations.

"It's…quieter there…," I replied as I grabbed my bento and left the room.

It's about time I described myself properly. I had brown hair that flowed down to my mid-back with bangs swept off to the side. My eyes were a gentle golden hue. With the gray U.A. uniform, I wore a long red tie tucked into my blazer, black socks that went below my knees, and brown combat boots.

I was temporarily placed in the Department of General Education, not that I was complaining. The field test portion of the exam wasn't exactly the best way to showcase my abilities. In fact, I'm probably in this school because of my nearly perfect score on the written exam and my uncle's influence.

"Asano-chan, back again?"

I easily got away with spending my time with Recovery Girl rather than being in class since I was learning from her. This meant that I got to see a lot of students with minor injuries from combat training.

Things had finally quieted down in the infirmary as we sent away the last of our patients: a boy with a scraped knee.

It's strange how this room can go from bustling to desolate in an instant. I was advised to treasure these moments of peace while I still could because I might not remember what it was like when there is disorder about.

I always took advice like that with a grain of salt. I was too young to truly understand the little things in life that made up the whole of experience.

"S-Sensei! His arms!" I shouted as the medical robots came in with a green-haired boy on a gurney.

What was he doing to get this injured?!

"Not again…," Recovery girl mumbled as I examined one of his arms.

"It's broken!"

"Stay calm. You can't help if you're panicking like that, Asano-chan."

How can you stay so calm when he has two broken arms?

I was only in the way so I took a step back and assisted in handing Recovery Girl any needed materials.

"Asano-chan, I'm finished treating him as much as I can. Can you set the cast?"

"Y-Yes!" I gathered the materials I would need as Recovery Girl stepped outside.

I couldn't help but observe the boy's features as I worked on his arm. He had very messy green hair and freckles on his cheeks. He looks rather plain, but also unique. Judging by the outfit he was in he wasn't in the General Education Department or the Management Department.

Could he be in the Support Department? Ah, maybe he's in the Hero Department.

The latter of my thoughts made the most sense since he didn't seem to have any sort of gadgets on him. His costume was more on the simpler side than the ones I've seen other students wear. It was a shame it got messed up in whatever he was doing.

Done!

I looked over to his other arm. I needed to set that arm as well, but it seemed rather unfair to lose function of both arms even if it was just for the night.

Maybe I could…

I peeked around the curtain to see that we were the only two people here. I made my way over to the other side of the bed and carefully picked up his free arm.

It's been a long time since I've used my quirk on humans. It's not that I couldn't use it on them, but more so that I was afraid to. Of what? I can't say, but what I can say is that in this present moment my fears were nonexistent.

He doesn't have enough stamina to spare right now…but…

I closed my eyes and felt the presence of all the elements around us in the air as well as in the plants we raised in the infirmary.

Those will do.

I opened my eyes as I worked on his arm. A light that only I could see was being transferred from one of the nearby succulents to his arm. I stroked down the length of his arm with both of my hands, spreading out a white light in the process.

I stepped back as the light settled down and Recovery Girl came back into the room with a strange blond man in a red suit that looked too big for him to be wearing.

"Hello…," I said, bowing slightly to the stranger.

"You must be the student Recovery Girl has taken under her wing," the man replied nervously.

Is there something wrong?

I was on the other side of the door filling out the student's chart while the adults chatted about the student that was brought in.

"The school year has just begun and he's already been in here three times!" Recovery Girl shouted.

Three times? Did he look just as bad as today?

I know I was sent out of the room so that they could have some privacy, but the door wasn't exactly sound-proof. I shook my head and did my best to focus back on the chart only to feel myself tuning into their conversation again.

"Why didn't you stop him, All Might?"

"I apologize, Recovery Girl."

My pen slipped from my fingers and onto the floor.

A-All Might?! As in the number one hero in the world?

"What are you apologizing to me for? On top of his total exhaustion, he was here just yesterday. I can't treat him all at once…" I felt my shoulders begin to tremble as I realized she noticed my handiwork. "…I did first-aid treatment already, so after the IV is finished, we can only wait for his body to heal slowly overnight... Jeez, I know he's your favorite and that you passed on your powers to him, but that doesn't mean you should spoil him."

I know she was hinting at some sort of punishment for me using my quirk without consulting her beforehand, but I didn't have time to worry about that. Right now, I believe I just overheard something I'm really not supposed to know.

P-Passed on his powers? That's possible? Does that mean that boy was quirkless or does he have two quirks now? What is All Might's quirk?

"There's nothing I can say to that…because I wanted to consider his feelings, I hesitated to stop the training match. Even so…will you please not talk about One For All so loudly?"

His quirk is called One For All then… Ah, they kicked me out of the room for a reason! What if they find out I've been eavesdropping?

"Yes, yes, Mr. Natural-Born Hero-sama. Mr. Symbol of Pease." There was so much I didn't understand and couldn't pick up from the tone of Recovery Girl's voice. It sounded like she was mocking All Might, but I was never good at catching these kinds of cues.

"My injury and this form of mine are common knowledge among the U.A. teachers and a certain group of pros, but the secret of my quirk, One For All, is known only to you, the principal, my close friends, and Young Midoriya."

Uncle knows? Of course he would… I guess I know now too. Should I just walk in at this point?

"I know it's not like you want to rest on your laurels at the top, but is being a natural-born hero or the Symbol of Peace really that important?"

"If I no longer am, then the superhuman society will be seized by evil. This is the responsibility of those of us with this power."

I bent down to pick up my abandoned pen as I thought about myself.

I didn't want to have a recovery quirk, but now that I have it I should be using it for the greater good, right? That's what everyone tells me and it makes logical sense, but the fear inside me keeps telling me that I'm a monster. I can't save lives. I will only ruin them.

It's crazy though. What's so dangerous about a simple recovery quirk?

"If that's the case, then it's even more important for you to learn what it means to guide someone."

"Yes Ma'am."

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door open from behind me. I felt a hand on my shoulder and tensed up.

"Sorry, you spaced-out there," the stranger, or I guess this is All Might, said to me. I could see some similarities, but they looked just too different.

I stepped aside so he could leave before I was called back into the room.

"Did you heal his arm?" Recovery Girl calmly asked me.

"Y...Yes… I'm sorry for doing it on my own…"

"…you did a good job…it must have been scary for you to see someone with their arms like that."

"I wasn't exposed to injuries like that before."

His arms even turned purple…

"This is a good learning experience for you. You will be seeing all kinds of injuries over the span of your career, but next time, please tell me before you use your quirk. You're lucky he is fine, but you could have put his life at risk after I already treated him. He doesn't have much energy right now."

"I…just wanted to help…"

I didn't use his stamina to speed up his body's regeneration…

Recovery Girl left to meet with the principle while I stayed behind to watch over the boy.

He looks so peaceful…

That's because he's unconscious dumbass.

"Who's there?" I asked, looking around the infirmary.

Maybe I'm just hearing things.

I heard a small shuffling sound and sat down in the stool beside the boy's bed. He had just opened his eyes after being asleep for a couple of hours.

"It's late afternoon…?"

"You're in the infirmary," I said, leaning over enough for him to see me.

He gasped as his face flushed uncontrollably.

"Do you have a fever?" I asked, putting my hand on his forehead.

"N-No!" he tried to push my hand away from him once I touched him.

Midoriya's POV-

"Once your IV bag is empty you're free to leave," the brown-haired girl said to me as she pressed a button on the bed to push me into a sitting position.

She's pretty…

"You're a student?" I questioned, noticing her uniform underneath the white lab coat she wore.

"I'm studying under Recovery Girl."

Does that mean she also has a recovery quirk?

She looked as if she wanted to ask me something, but reframed from doing so.

As she was cleaning up the infirmary for the day she asked me, "How did you manage to break both of your arms?"

"It was during a training exercise…," I said, not wanting to admit that I did this more to myself than Katsuki did to me.

"You should be more careful. It looked like it hurt a lot…"

I felt my face heating up again.

A-A pretty girl is talking to me and she is even c-concerned!

"Here, let me put this over your shoulder to hold your arm in," she said, pulling out a sling.

I left after she removed the IV from my arm and reminded me to stop by again tomorrow for more treatment.

I never got her name, but I was sure I would meet her again if she worked in the infirmary.

Haru's POV-

I hung up my lab coat and left for home. I needed to get started on dinner for tonight.

Maybe curry rice would be quick to make. I'll need to stop by the market on the way, though…

"Ah!" someone bumped into me while I wasn't paying attention. I looked up from the ground to see a boy with ashy blond hair scowling down at me.

"Watch where you're going, eh?" he snapped.

"A-Alright," I stuttered, submissively hiding my face behind my bag. Once he was a good enough distance away, I pushed myself up and dusted off my clothes.

Is he supposed to be a hero?

The next day the school gate was blocked off by a bunch of news reporters. When I tried to get through no one would let me pass. Cameras and microphones were being shoved into my face as they asked me if I was one of All Might's students. Every time I tried to speak or say I wasn't one of his students, I would get cut off by another question.

I wanted to leave, but no one was giving way. I wasn't strong enough to push through and my voice was too quiet to be heard over them.

Someone…please help me…

"Hmpft."

I looked up to see the back of a boy with half white hair and half red hair. I don't know where he came from but he was able to divide the reporters enough to walk through. I followed closely behind him, afraid the reporters would close in on me again.

"T-Thank you," I said once we entered the building, but the boy never turned or acknowledged me. He just walked on.

I bit the inside of my cheek and made my way to class, wondering if Shinso had trouble with the reporters as well.

"Shinso-san, did you have trouble getting here?" I asked once I sat down.

"No, it wasn't that hard…," he mumbled, implying his used his quirk to get through.

I wonder if the reporters have a hunch about All Might's situation…

"Before we start class today I have a small announcement to make. Asano-san, you're being transferred to the Department of Heroes," my homeroom teacher proclaimed as the class settled down.

"A-Already?" I stuttered as all eyes fell on me.

It's only been two days!

"Your new schedule is written on here," my teacher told me as I regrettably gathered my things and made my way to the front of the room. I felt daggers being stabbed into my back as I accepted the new schedule and left the room.

I gave Shinso one last apologetic look before I closed the door behind me.

He wanted to go to the hero course more than anything and here I am heading up there instead of him.

"Class 1-B…I wonder…if that boy from yesterday is in that class…or maybe the one from earlier. He seemed like a hero-class kind of guy."

I knocked on the door and opened it to see all eyes on me yet again.

"You must be our new student from the General Education Department," said the homeroom teacher. I recognized him as the Blood Hero, Kan Sekijiro.

"She came from there?" a boy asked in a degrading tone.

"She's kind of cute," another boy said.

"Take this chance to introduce yourself," the Blood Hero said to me as I stood in front of the class.

I bowed and scanned my new classmates over. "My name is Asano Haruka…I prefer to be called Haru…"

Neither of them are in this class…perhaps they're in 1-A?

"What's your quirk? It must be something good if you were able to transfer up to the Hero Department."

"R…Recovery…," I mumbled. "…similar to Recovery Girl…"

I heard a collective group of people whispering about me.

"Asano-san, you can take a seat over in the back," the Blood Hero said to me as we started class. "Before I forget we need to decide on our class representative."

Everyone in class seemed to want it, but rather than fight they decided to think it through logically. Whoever was the class rep would have to attend Student Council meetings and help out the teachers whenever needed.

That trimmed down the number of people who wanted to do it so we went onto the voting phase.

"Neh, Haru-chan who are you going to vote for?" the dark green haired girl beside me asked. "I'm thinking about voting for Itsuka-chan."

"I…don't really know anyone…," I replied, looking around the room as people passed up their votes on a small piece of paper.

"Well who looks dependable here?"

"…I guess…him?" I pointed near the front of the room where a boy with dark, shaggy hair was.

"Kaibara? I guess I could see him too. Did you want to run, Haru-chan?"

"Me? I-I just got here. I don't have the confidence to l-lead anyone."

"Alright alright. Just go with your gut then."

I looked down at the sheet of paper in front of me, embarrassed.

She said his name was Kaibara…

Somehow it ended up being Kendo Itsuka and Kaibara Sen for the respective class rep and deputy class rep.

"Haru-chan your vote really made a difference," the girl beside me teased. I learned her name was Tokage Setsuna. She wasn't kidding either. If I voted for someone else Kaibara would have been tied with another boy named Tsuburaba Kosei.

Instead of retreating to the infirmary, I was held back by Tokage, Kendo, Komori, Kodai—basically most of the class. They were interested in getting to know the new girl who managed to make her way up to the hero course.

"It makes sense you couldn't get into the Hero Department since your forte is healing. The field test was better for quirks that could do damage," Kendo said to me as everyone walked in a group to the cafeteria.

Long story short, an alarm went off and everyone went crazy until a guy stuck to the wall managed to clear up the misunderstanding.

"My little sun must have been so scared!" Tokage shouted, crying as she held onto me.

"Sun?" Tsunotori asked.

"Haru could mean sun or spring, right? She is refreshing to be around, but she really shines like the sun to me. She's my little Sunny," Tokage announced. "Right, Kaibara-kun?"

"…" He averted his gaze with the stoic look still plastered on his face.

While everyone left for training I headed up to the infirmary only to find a note from Recovery Girl to hold down the place while she was out.

A few of my classmates came over to visit me, and heal their minor injuries. Being in a hero class was different than I pictured it to be. Everyone, except for a few I haven't talked to yet, was nice and their quirks were amazing.

But my mind never changed; I still don't want to be a hero.

Alone again…

Before I could register how long I've been alone, a beeping sound erupted from Recovery Girl's desk.

"A pager?"