Ladies, gentlemen, and my dear fans (if I still have any. I never see my followers and favorites stats go up and down like the stock exchange). Anyway, we here at The Management thinks that Izuku needs to have a check-up. After fifty chapters and over hundreds of thousands of words, a hero's sanity...I mean strength might go depleted and we don't need him stressed out and overworked. We think we need to get him checked out, don't you think?
Here is a special chapter of 'My Hero Izuku (...And No One Else's). Izuku goes to the doctor….
For my Fanfiction people. Since we can't show pictures, imagine a younger Recovery Girl!
Going to the doctor's office was not Izuku's favorite thing to do for activity. But it was through the urging of his mother if he goes for a check-up. His mother grew concern about her son. Over the last several chapters, she has been observing her son's behavior. She hasn't been home as often because of her business trips or spending time with her husband, but she has kept tab of her son. She hasn't called him on it, but she hoped the doctor would help. For starters, she knew that her darling son hasn't been home all of the time.
His excuses are valid - hanging out at Momo's house, tending to the errands of his teachers, Nemuri Kayama and Shouta Aizawa, helping out his classmate, Reiko, with homework, being a helpful friend to Kinoko, Mina, and Ochako, spending time with Shouto, doing favors for Neito and Manga, bible study with Ibara, being a big brother to Eri, helping out at the bathhouse with Nejire, going to concerts with Kyoka, cosplaying with Mei, being an example as a hero to Yui, spending nights with his childhood friend, Katsuki, and among other things.
However, she couldn't count for the other nights. At times, she would come into his room and he was gone. Instead of confronting her son, she went to her friends Mitsuki Bakugo, Mayuko Yaoyorozu, Mikoto Uraraka, Kyoka Jiro, and Rei Todoroki with her concerns. Most of them jolted whenever Izuku was on the subject. Their responses were that they were going to talk to their children about it.
It has been a few chapters since their last conversation and has not displayed any change.
She looked at her son while she was reading a magazine. She just couldn't help but observe him. Izuku was her son, the pride and joy. It was no reminder that she was her only son and the sole male in the Midoriya household since her husband was away. She looked to Izuku as the future provider of the household if her husband passed.
Someone has to carry the Midoriya legacy. She took steady breaths, which was perfect timing to take her nerve pills. No reason to have lecherous thoughts or temptations. She was at the doctor's office for her son. She needed to relax.
And to not get excited.
She hoped the doctor was some older woman with wrinkles deeper than the Mariana Trench and breasts that sag lower than the popular opinion of American foreign politics.
It was concerning to see her son not being himself. The emerald-haired mother was seeing bags in his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping well. The consumptions of coffee he has consumed was a growing factor. He has noticed scratch marks on his body, including bite marks. What worried Inko the most was seeing a bruise around his son's neck. She felt guilty, better yet a coward.
Those were the words she wanted to use. As incandescent with rage, combustive with furious anger, bedazzling with hate, agleam with fury, and coruscant with extermination weren't in the list of words to manage her control.
It was time to take another nerve pill.
"Izuku Midoriya." The voice of the nurse called Izuku's name. He put down the magazine and followed his mother into the doctor's office. The nurse asked him to step to the weighing scale.
She wrote notes on her notepad and led the mother and son to a room. The nurse asked Izuku to sit on the bed. He extended his arm as he knew the nurse would ask for his blood pressure.
The nurse took some notes on her notepad before alerting them that the doctor would come shortly. The door was closed, leaving them alone.
Both of them kept their eyes on each other. Neither had blinked. A small bit of awkwardness was occurring in their pregnant silence. Izuku tapped his fingers on his pants. His mother coughed a few times, eyes darting back and forth to the nearby stethoscope or the containers of used needles.
Both were waiting for their next move.
Inko broke the silence.
"It seems like I don't see much of you these days, kiddo." His moher chuckled, but it was disguising the concern in her voice. "School and friends are keeping you very busy."
Izuku laughed. "You can say that. Working on special projects with many people in this series. I don't want to let them down."
"When was the last time you have spent some time with your old lady?"
"We had time to ourselves? I mean remember that one chapter. You made me tea and..." He began blushing, putting his two fingers together like a timid schoolgirl. "That love letter and I was your Papa?"
Inko nervously laughed of that particular truth. She took another nerve pill. "Such a charming, dashing boy. I can't recall that particular chapter, honey."
Izuku returned her response with a small chuckle. "Yeah, I guess not. That was at the beginning. Over forty-five chapters have passed since then."
She looked at the window before returning to Izuku. "Tell me about the new friends you are making."
Izuku looked away but didn't want to trigger any suspicion. He had to be fast on his feet with responses. "Just a group of kids that are interested in working with me. They say I have charisma and talent."
She winked to her son. "You are a very popular boy."
He laughed. "I doubt that, Mom. I am no Ojiro or Denki or Fumikage."
She raised her eyebrow. "Who are they, sweetheart?"
"Just characters that barely get mentioned in this series. Aside from that, heartthrobs. Or at least according to the ladies, I guess."
The door opened and in came a doctor that stood like a soldier. Every action, every step looked methodical and purposeful. Izuku was relieved when seeing the doctor was someone he knew. The doctor gave the duo a smile, but it appeared as a professional smile. Like it was out of courtesy. She closed the door and observed the notes that the nurse gave him earlier.
"This is the Midoriya in the charts," answered the doctor in a pleasant voice. She rubbed his hair excitedly with her fingers. She turned to his mother. "I am Dr. Chiyo Shuzenji and I will be serving your son today. I do part-time here at the hospital whenever they need assistance." She winked at Izuku as she blushed. "But I am known to everyone else as Recovery Girl." She shrugged her shoulders. "Dr. Shuzenji, Dr. S, or Recovery Girl. Hey, even RG!" She gave another wink. "Okay?!"
"Charmed." It wasn't a stale response but it wasn't a well-given response from his mother. She took steady breaths. This is for Izuku, she kept telling herself. She had to be sexy. She HAD to be sexy!
Izuku shook her hand but it was returned with a hug (to the dismay (she meant concern) of Inko.). The doctor began with her procedure. The doctor asked the routine if he took any prescription drugs or vitamins, which he denied. He asked if it was the first time visiting the doctor's office. Izuku answered that it was the first in a while. The doctor took notes of whatever he answered and then turn to his mother.
"Dr. Shuzenji, I brought Izuku here to see what is going on with him," said Inko.
"Any symptoms or odd behavior with him," asked Recovery Girl.
Inko explained to the doctor of the odd behavior that has been occurring with his son over the last couple of chapters. Each time the doctor scribbled any notes, it made Izuku's stomach churned. He was worried that his mother was catching on with the "over-the-top" events in this series.
Honestly, he knew it was a matter of time before his mother found out, or at least caught a whiff of suspicion.
The doctor put a stethoscope on Izuku's chest. She asked him to breathe a few times before completing the process. She checked on his reflexes, used a tongue depressor, and observed his eyes. She scribbled some more notes on her notepad.
The doctor returned to face Inko. "You mentioned to me that he had a bruise on his neck?"
"Yes, ma'am," answered Inko. "Also scratch marks and bite marks also."
Recovery Girl went around and observed the marks in question. With his gloved hand, he put it around his neck. She asked him to take off his shirt. She inspected it and wrote a few notes before closing the file folder.
The doctor took off her glasses and sat on the counter. She let out a little smirk at the duo. "I don't see anything serious with Izuku, Mrs. Midoriya! I can explain with the minor debacles that are going on with your son. For starters, the bags under Izuku's eyes is due to lack of sleep. Does he have a curfew?"
Inko shook his head. "Yes, he does. However, he does spend the night with others."
The doctor hummed. "Reduce the overnight stays and make sure that he gets eight hours. After a while, the bags will fade."
"What about the bruise," asked Inko.
Dr. Shuzenji mischievously smirked and turned to him. The smirk she displayed to Izuku worried him because he knew what direction she was going. "Pardon me if I sound rude, Izuku. Is there a girl you are talking to right now?"
The emerald-haired teen turned red in result made Inko's eyes widened. He played coy and went along with it. "I am talking to a girl, yes."
"Dear Mom, there is nothing to worry about with the bruise. Just a common teenage love bite."
"Icchan," exclaimed his mother shockingly, saying his nickname for the first time. "You are letting girls do that to you!?"
The doctor intervened. "This is a typical teenage act. I am not surprised. He is young. Exploration is common. Don't know why it is still taboo." She put back on his glasses. "If you don't mind, Mrs. Midoriya. I want to have a little private time with Izuku. There is nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure this is wise," asked Inko.
"Certainly. Doctor's orders," answered Recovery Girl as she winked at her.
Following the doctor's orders, Inko stepped out of the room. The doctor observed a few notes before turning her sights on Izuku. "Izuku, I have a serious question and forgive me if I approach this with strong urgency. Are you sexually active?"
He didn't want to say it, but his body language gave it away. The doctor nodded her head.
"I see. Izuku, I say this because when seeing your body, I noticed that these marks are common when one is engaging in sex. Let me ask you something, are you staying protected?"
"Not all of the time."
"Ok, Izuku, I am not going to stop you from having sex. However, you need to wear a condom at all times. You are aware of the diseases and risk of pregnancy?"
"Yes, Dr. S."
"The moment I pinpointed this was when I saw the marks. Looking at you, these sexual acts is making you lose sleep. Am I correct?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"How often do you have sex?"
"Almost every day. Maybe twice a day. Sometimes three in a single session."
"Okay. Quite the weekend, my little emerald peach!" The doctor returned to his file folder and scribbled some notes. "Another question and pardon my rudeness. Is that your only partner?"
"Doctor, I rather not say. You are right about me being sexually active. You are right that I am not getting any sleep because of I having sex. I have been sore of the constant sex I am getting. It is getting to me, doctor. My mother has been the only person being concerned about it. Please don't tell my mom. She doesn't need to know right now."
The doctor wavered her hand approvingly. "Of course, I won't. Everything is here is strictly doctor-patient privilege. However, I do recommend at some point to discuss to your family about sex. Not stopping you, but you are too young to engage in such acts." He took a breath. "I ask people like you this because I check for things like STDs or other hidden diseases. If you are having sex with multiple partners, you have to be wary of these things. STDs or other health symptoms like AIDS or HIV don't show right away. That is why I encourage you wearing condoms so that you won't get burned if you know what I mean."
Izuku nodded his head.
"Another thing I should tell you is that constant sex can lead to having serious problems like pelvic inflammatory disease. It leads to infertility, which means you can't have children."
Izuku was feeling drained, but grateful at the same time.
She went to the counter and wrote a prescription to give to Izuku. "Here is a prescription for your soreness. Here is another one. It is a sleep aid. I also recommend taking a break from sex."
"Taking a break," asked Izuku with curiosity.
"Your body can take a toll if you don't give yourself a rest. Sex is an exercise, but like any exercise, too much can lead to troubled grounds. If I were your son, I discourage you to do it. However, I suggest cutting the days. Say instead of every day, maybe two to three days a week."
She reached into her cell phone and clicked on her calendar tab. "I want to schedule an appointment with you in the next few months. I will send your mother the details."
"Yes, ma'am," he answered politely as he prepared to step off the table.
"Just a second, Izuku," interjected the doctor. "There is one more test I need to do." Izuku positioned himself back on the bed.
"When checking your breathing, I felt some irregularity in pace, particularly your heart rate," she said concerningly. She reached into the drawer and pulled on plastic gloves. "Just to be sure, may I ask you to take off your shirt and lie down on the bed, please?"
"Yes, Dr. S," answered Izuku as he followed directions. She reached for his shirt and put it on the table beside her. Her eyes shifted at his stomach. For a teenager, he carried himself well with his pecs.
"Lie down for me, please," she instructed him.
He complied, lying himself down on the bed.
She reached for her stethoscope. Izuku felt the cold plate touching his chest. She took her time, drawing it smoothly and slowly on her chest. She was making light humming noises.
For a second, Izuku thought he had a slight moan coming from her voice.
She removed the stethoscope. Her eyes were closed, folding her arms in the process. "It is just as I thought, Izuku. I think we need to take another test." She sat down on the rolling chair beside her. She slowly crossed her legs. Izuku averted his eyes as he saw a glimpse of her panties.
They were red-and-white striped.
Dr. Shuzenji reached for the oxygen mask from behind her. Calmly and maintaining a professional composure, she used the rolling chair to slide next to Izuku.
"Okay, Izuku. I just want to check your breathing patterns. Okay, honey." She pulled the oxygen mask and applied to his face. "There is nothing to fear. You will get a great supply of oxygen."
He remained calm, listening to her instructions.
"I want you to keep your eyes to the ceiling for me and count backward," she told him.
"Just to breathe, Dr. S," he questioned her with the face in his mask.
"Just relax, sweetie," she replied soothingly as she turned on the tank. "Keep your eyes on the ceiling and just remain calm."
"Yes, Dr. S."
"Call me, Chiyo, sweetie."
Before Izuku could produce a vowel or a consonant, he felt a sharp prick of a needle in his vein. Recovery Girl grabbed his wrist, rubbing it gently and kissing it affectionately. "Izuku, don't struggle. The potency is stronger and you will be sedated in seconds."
Moisture of his breath could be seen from the oxygen mask. His chest was compressing rapidly.
"Shh, Izuku, darling," she said calmly. "Relax. A sense of euphoria will rush into a brain. Let it flow like a gentle surf on the beach. Don't worry, Izuku. Chiyo is going to take good care of you."
She noticed his eyes were at the door. She knew it was due to her distraction from earlier.
"Don't worry about your mother, sweetie. Orderlies think she is seeing things and she, too, will get this same kind of shot." She rubbed his stomach gently, caressing it. "In an all-expenses-paid four-padded room with a thin sheet on a cold, concrete bed with three channels." She gave him a wet peck to his forehead. "I know, sweetness. Tears of happiness! Fighting to keep yourself awake to see my lovely face. Don't worry, you will soon. Sweet dreams. You're fading. Just go to sleep. Go to sleep."
She continued stroking his hair until his eyes finally shut.
"Aww, look at my precious little patient," she said gently and in an awing voice. "I was telling the truth about you not having sex. Those bitches were very rough with you." She flicked his nose. "Don't worry, I am the gentle one! And since this is now my vacation, plenty for time, love, and care!"
And time for affection with you, my precious cinnamon roll!
To be continued?
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