Izumi stared in the mirror in awe at the wings now belted to her back, the feathers were a snowy white, soft and fluffy at the edges before they seemed to stiffen and harden the closer they got to the center, she couldn't even say that they weighed her down, she could barely even feel them!

"How did I get wings?"

She'd probably asked that question more times than any other in her life over the course of the last five hours since she woke up, the doctors were baffled and unable to tell her more than 'it's your quirk', and none had been eager to unleash them again after she'd wrecked the hospital room that she and her friends had been staying in.

Were they friends? The thought of Bakugo still sent a slight twinge of fear and anger up her spine, but the memory of him staring in horror and loss at his empty arm sleeve also sent sympathy and pity through her.

"Still getting used to them?"

Izumi squeaked as she jumped and whirled around, smiling when she saw Kirishima returning from his check-up. Her smile fell a bit as her eyes traced the crack-like scars running over his arms and a part of his face, "uh-yeah." she said quietly, looking back at the wings again, "well, just the thought of them mostly, they don't really weigh much…how did your check up go?"

"I'm completely healed." he said with a toothy grin, "whatever you did when those wings came out brought me back to full fighting strength!"

"I wish that could've been the case for everyone." Izumi deflated a little more, "have you seen him?"

Kirishima shook his head, "the docs cleared him a few minutes before me, he was gone before I got to the hallway."

"Doesn't surprise me, how do you even cope with that?" She asked.

"He'll figure it out." Kirishima said, "He's an asshole, but he won't let this stop him."

Izumi nodded, her head falling a little.

Kirishima brought her in for a hug, his grin softening to a gentle smile as she laid her head against his chest, "he'll be alright." he said softly, "so for right now, let's worry about you and how you now have chicken wings?"

"Chicken wings?" Izumi squawked. affronted as she pushed him back a bit, "excuse you sir, but these are angel wings."

"But they're white." He said seriously, "my grandma has white chickens so-"

"-not all chickens are white!" she exclaimed, blushing furiously, "and I'm definitely NOT a chicken!"

"You're right! You're super manly!"

Izumi blushed deepend, she couldn't think of a response to that so she just pouted, steam rising off the top of her head.

Kirisbima chuckled, tightening his hug, "everything will be fine Izumi."

"I know…" she sighed letting herself lean into him for a bit before pulling away once more, "can we go visit Abe-sensei? I want to check on him."

"Sure! Visitation just started so we shouldn't have a problem!"

The two set off down the hall, giving respectful nods to doctors passing them until they reached Abe's room.

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU I'M FINE! NOW LET ME LEAVE!"

"Abe sounds better." Izumi giggled as they peaked into the room, finding the old hero trying to put his pants on while a few nurses were struggling to get him back to the bed.

"Sir, your wounds haven't healed fully! Now please relax-"

"-shove it up your ass doc! I"m fine!"

"No you're not." Izumi was suddenly right in front of him, eyes glowing as she took in what was wrong with her mentor, "Your liver was punctured during the fight, and what healing they've done is at risk of being undone because you're being stubborn! Now sit!"

Abe blinked and looked over at Kirishima, who was grinning like an idiot as he watched the scene. "Fine." he grumbled, "but I'm wearing pants!"

"That's fine." The doctor sighed wearily, "we were actually going to see if we couldn't get you to heal him young miss."

"Me?" Izumi squawked in surprise.

"We need to see how your quirks changed, a perfect chance." the doctor explained. "We were going to have you try others in the hospital as well."

"oh…okay …um…I don't know how well my control over my wings are." she confessed nervously.

"Just give it your best try." the man urged, carefully undoing the belts.

Almost immediately the wings spread out, filling the room with radiant light, Izumi focused on her mentor, as the light glowed brighter, pulsing as Abe groaned and stood, stretching his side a bit as the glow died down and Izumi wavered for a second before her wings flared once more, restoring her strength.

"Amazing." the doctor whispered, "the wings seem to have absorbed the sunlight from when the windows were open, giving you the energy you need to-" he was promptly silenced as one of the wings spasmed and clipped him in the face. Immediately the nurses jumped into action to tie the wings down.

"-and extremely strong." the doctor groaned out as he got his feet back under him, Kirishima helping him up while Izumi apologized profusely, "it's alright, I should've seen that coming." he reassured them, feeling his face gently for a bit, "no broken bones; as I was saying, from what we can guess from this morning's revelations, your wings act as solar panels that provided you energy from the morning sun. they fuel your quirk so-"

"-so now any time i have to heal someone and need more energy I just need to expose my wings to the sun!" Izumi took over excitedly. Before coughing and taking a step back, "Sorry." She mumbled sheepishly.

"No worries at all!" The old doctor laughed, "I'm as excited as you are! We'll need you to use your quirk a few more times to see what the scope of it is now."

"And I can contact someone to help with your wings." Abe reassured, taking a few steps before he paused, grimacing as a bit of pain still shot through his stomach, "my age is showing," he muttered, "i'm still sore."

"Put that as one of the side effects!" Kirishima exclaimed excitedly, "we're already learning so much!"

What followed was a few hours of Izumi going around the hospital healing wounds, some drained her more than others, but each time her wings would glow and replenish her strength, it took three hours before she started to lag more, and all it took was a few minutes in the sun, the feathers pulsing in the sun's rays and drawing a crowd who stared in awe, "It seems your quirk has gotten a boost." The doctor said, impressed, "the drain you experience is still there, but your wings can fill the gap as it were, it's simply amazing, and theoretically their strength should allow you flight!"

"Don't know how well that will go over if i can't stop belting them down." Izumi sighed, wincing as her wings tried to flex, straining the already frayed brown leather.

"I have an old friend setting something up for you." Abe reassured, "I hope you know, you'll be out of class until you get this under control."

"Yeah I know…" she sighed.

"I'll get you all your homework!" Kirishima said, "and I'll bring any notes you need!"

Izumi smiled, "thank you Kiri," she said, kissing his cheek before looking at the doctor, "Can I go see my mom now?"

"Of course, she's waiting downstairs in the lobby."

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His arm was gone.

Even after a few hours, the realization that a whole limb was gone still left him numb, despondent, unable to do much other then stare down mutely at the floor in his living room as his mother paced worriedly behind the couch, his father was beside him, waiting on him for something, what was it he asked?

"I'm sorry," Katsuki muttered softly, "I wasn't paying attention…did you say something?"

"...I asked what you wanted to do next, Katsuki?" his father said gently, putting a hand on his uninjured shoulder, "your teachers already said you still have a place at UA…but you don't have to go back, son."

"I'm supposed to be a hero." he responded dully, "I'm supposed to be…supposed to be the number one."

"Katsuki, sweetie." Mitsuki spoke up, her voice shaking a bit, as she tried to reach out for her son, "I…i'm sorry, but-"

He was suddenly on his feet, "I'm not quitting." he spat, anger spiking for the first time since he'd woken up, "I'm not weak."

"No one said you are Katsuki." his father reassured him gently, "but this…son, it's a transition, you haven't trained with only one arm."

"Masaru-" Mitsuki tried to admonish him, but he held a hand up.

"He's a mature, young man, he knows the situation." he said to his wife, "he has the right to not be treated like a child when it comes to his future…Katsuki, we're not trying to tell you to quit, and we will support you no matter what you choose…but you need to look at your choices and give them some serious thought…the road to your dream just got a lot harder."

Katsuki felt a tear trail down his cheek, "I'm not quitting." he said again, hating how his voice shook.

"And we will support you in that, Katsuki, but how will you continue from here?"

"Masaru." Mitsuki said again, her voice much stronger than before, "he's only had a few hours to adjust, give him time."

Katsuki clenched his fist, spinning on his heel, "I don't need your fucking pity." he hissed, stalking out of the room.

'Katsuki! Wait!" Mitsuki called as he got to the front door, trying to reach out for the doorknob with his missing limb before it registered in his mind what he was doing, with a wordless snarl he wrenched the door open, running out and down the sidewalk, leaving his parents behind, he didn't care where he went, so long as it wasn't there, with their eyes full of pity and sorrow.

"I don't need it, I don't need fucking anyhing." he ranted to himself as he reached the old playground, it's rusty equipment squeaking with the wind. He didn't know what he wanted to do; he wasn't stupid, he knew his career as a hero was likely over before it began, he couldn't fight with only one arm. And a prosthetic might not be able to hold up to the strength of his explosions, nor was it even certain they could make one that would be able to mimic his explosions at all.

Was he really about to give up on his dream? Did he have a choice in the matter? What could he do with only one arm?

"FUCK!" Bakugo screamed into the sky, letting loose a powerful explosion that shook the trees around him. He was breathing heavily, his hand coming up to grip his hair painfully as he fell to his knees, hot tears streaming down his cheeks no matter how angrily he shook his head.

He didn't know how long he sat there, losing it, but it couldn't have been long before a hand fell on his shoulder.

"Katsuki."

Bakugo slowly looked up, surprised to find a sad-eyed Izumi standing in front of him, looking at him with sadness and pity. He turned his head away, letting his hand fall to his side, "what are you doing here?" he muttered.

"I wanted to check on you, your mom said you ran out, so I promised I'd find you." she said softly, slowly kneeling down and gently putting another hand on his injured shoulder, her eyes staring at the empty sleeve, "oh Katsuki..."

He shrugged her off, not roughly, not unkindly, "I don't need your pity." Bakugo muttered.

"You'll still get it." she retorted, her hand glowing as she touched his shoulder again, and Bakugo untensed, the familiar healing magic taking the aches and pains still lingering in the freshly healed wound.

"I don't deserve it." he murmured.

"I don't care." she said flatly, "Katsuki…you're not thinking of giving up, are you?"

Bakugo raised his head, her eyes sternly held him in place, her hand gripping his shoulder a little tighter.

"...I lost my arm." he finally said, after mulling over her question. "I…how could I be a hero?"

Izumi snorted, carefully sitting back, her hand leaving Bakugo's shoulder, "I know you Katsuki," She said, giving him a tired smile, "you're not one to give up."

"...how can I go forward?" He whispered, his head falling again, "my quirk is centered around my hands-"

"-and you've theorized you could get it to work with your feet if you could figure out how to train it to do so." She rebutted.

Bakugo scoffed, "that was a half-baked Idea," he retorted, "thought up when I was ten-"

"-and it was a good half-baked Idea back then, just like it is now." she said, her smile gaining a teasing edge to it that Bakugo hadn't seen directed at him in years, "all it would take is hard work on your end, and we both know you're good at that."

Bakugo smiled for a moment, then the smile fell, "maybe this is a sign…" Bakugo said solemnly, meeting her eyes fully for the first time that night, "maybe I'm not cut out to be a hero…we both know I'm not exactly the nicest guy around…I treated you so horribly…maybe this is my karma in action-" he stopped as he was suddenly smacked on the back of his head; the hit was strong, almost making him faceplant, he stared at Izumi in shock, because she was the one who had done it. Her smile was gone. She was now frowning disapprovingly at him.

"You're right," she began, "the way you acted in Junior High was abhorrent, you bullied people, you put down my hopes and dreams and had no problem threatening anyone."

With each reminder, Bakugo's head fell just a little lower.

"But since then, you've done better."

Bakugo looked up again, her smile hadn't returned, but her eyes were lighter, gentler, and her voice was soft, encouraging, "you don't yell at people anymore, you respected my wish to be left alone, you even made a friend with Mina, even Kirishima admits that you're manly; You have the potential to become better than you were, and I would hate for that to stop because you think you need to be punished." her smile returned, a friendly smile that she'd given to so many people over the years, "you have the potential to be a great Hero Bakugo, and while I can't stop you if you really think you should quit; I want you to know that I think you should strive to become that hero."

Tears welled in bakugo's eyes, it took a few shuddering breaths before he was able to speak, his voice thick with emotion, "thank you Izumi…thank you…and…and I'm sorry…"

Izumi hugged him, she didn't forgive him, not verbally, instead she let him sob for a bit on her shoulder, and smiled at him when they both stood, heading out of the playground side by side.

And then the belt holding her wings back snapped, and the wing slammed into Bakugo and sent him crashing into a tree.

"Oh my god! I'm SO SORRY!" Izumi cried as she struggled to stop her wings from spasming. Stumbling over to Bakugo's side, "I'm still trying to figure out how these things work, and I can't believe I did this AGAIN! First the doctor, now you, I-" she stopped as Bakugo began to laugh, full bellied laughs that quickly had her laughing along with him.

When the two returned to the Bakugo Residence, Mitsuki and Masaru were waiting worriedly at the front door, Bakugo accepted the hugs from his parents while Izumi stood respectfully back, her wings now tied down by Bakugo's belt.

"Thank you so much for bringing him home Izumi." Mitsuki said, breaking away from her son to hug the girl.

"I'm glad to help." she said with a genuine smile, returning the hug before stepping back and bowing, "you all have a wonderful night, I'll see you in class Katsuki."

"So you've decided?" Masaru asked his son as Izumi walked away.

Katsuki nodded firmly, "yes, I'm gonna be a hero, and I'll do whatever I have to, to reach that goal."

Mitsuki sniffled and hugged her son again, "we'll help however we can Katsuki, we're so proud of you."

Katsuki surprised his mother by wrapping his single arm around her, "thanks, mom." he mumbled against her shoulder, making her sniffle again.

"Oh you brat, you're making me cry."