"How is her condition now?" Kirby asked Recovery Girl for a third time since arriving to her office after you arrived on the stretcher from your match, which you lost falling out of bounds and would have lost either way from lack of energy.

The moment you arrived Recovery Girl saw agony and pain screwed on you face as you remained unresponsive. She had to put her ear to your chest to make sure your heart was beating, even just a little. She relived that it was, your breathing was shallow and thin. Your lungs struggling in grasping the simplest of air, but breathing none the less. The wound on your side wasn't too bad, the rest, bruises and minor cuts where taking their toll. Pain covered you, it was a part of your quirk. Rather sorrow and a curse she often thought. The markings had began fading from you, it wasn't until she kissed you that your color started coming back. She had to kiss you two times actually, the first was to bring your color back and start the healing process the second was for...well...to provide some sort of replenish. The rest had to be done by you, that was when Kirby came in. He nearly burst the door open, panting hard from heavy heaving. A sign of lack of endurance and exercise, he had a hand over his heart and beads of sweat peppered like pelts of rain on his forehead and balding area. She was afraid he might pass out from exshauation.

But he didn't.

His blue eyes, the same as April's, mist with overflowing worry hit her in the heart. Yet, also warmed it seeing such love of a parent compared so another for you. She knew inside the right choice was made. After giving him a seat close to you, she watched him take your hand gently in his and squeeze it tenderly. For a moment she as bit of grimace pass his through his eyes upon you.

"It's improving," Recovery Girl replied after looking over you and your vitals. "she just needs to rest really. Her quirk as you know is a double edge sword and requires this sort of coma like state to recharge. She used up nearly everything."

She heard a grieving sigh form him. "Yes, I know."

"I was a surprise though," Recovery Girl takes out a stethoscope, plugs the eartips in and sets the round flat metal on your chest, that rose slowly, moving it around here and there checking around. "she managed such a huge amount and her training returned. Something triggered her for that to happen. For Anne's placements to be lifted."

Kirby's shoulders sunk a moment, from her words. He would be lying if that thought hadn't crossed his mind. His wife worked tirelessly in putting those...placements place for you. They where strong as she was, even now after all these years they still remained. To see that they might be have broken, filled his heart with dread and cold fear his hold on your hand tighten. Thoughts of concern swirled around his mind, if that was the case how would he able to...put them back on? Could April do it? No, he was sure wouldn't know how to. If those placements came off then you'd revert back to that...way. Though rushed fear like cold ice through his whole body he trembled at the thought. To loose you again to that...he didn't want to think that. The only way he would know was when you woke. Which seem like some time, what else popped in his mind was another person, that boy, Jun.

He was here.

At this school. He look good and well. Something Kirby was in a way glad to see, he often wondered about him from time to time. Every time he did, even now, a tightness gripped his chest. The boy, he was left behind...Anne wanted to take him just as much as she did with May. But, she wasn't able to, Kirby remembered the restless nights she had because of it. All he could say, the boy surely found a nice family and he was dong well. It did little to ease the burdening guilt his wife accumulated over the years. If she saw him now, he wondered for a moment, would she be happy or the opposite? No doubt she'd be deeply concerned seeing what he saw in the boy.

This saturated and shimmer anger held in his eyes and wrinkled on his brows with each furrow against you. It was clear from the his attacks on you, though from others perspective it was just good skills and he made an impression on certain pros no doubt, he had other intentions. That he would have managed to do, if you hadn't...hot tears slowly come to the corner of Kirby's. With ever ounce of him held it back, swallowing hard. Tears weren't needed at the moment despite the burning anger he felt. Yes, his anger was from his fatherly love towards you, seeing you here like this...injured, having to for that moment relive a moment in your life he was sure you could not recall. All because of what...he wasn't sure but had an idea.

That woman, appeared in his mind. With her malice and wicked smile, cold and sharp eyes showing nothing remotely compassionate. No sense of love, the only emotion was devoid, except the seething bitterness towards his wife. The more he thought about it, the hotter his tears became. Quickly he wipes them away, focusing his thoughts back to you. His eyes drop to your held hand, it was much larger now. Compared to when he held it years ago, it was so small in the palm of his hand. Now it could fit. He wished you would squeeze it for a moment, so he knew you where alright. Tempted to ask Recovery Girl to kiss you again, discarded the thought knowing full well she couldn't.

"...Did I do the right thing," he spoke his conflicted thoughts out loud, "if I knew this was going to happen then...the moment Mr. Aizawa appeared at the door. My heart nearly dropped. I was ready...ready to refuse but," he paused for a moment swallowing the harden lump in his throat. "I...I...she can't go back that to..."

Recovery Girl turned around in his chair facing him with warming sympathy. Chuckled softly. "You did nothing wrong. You did as any parent would when you see your child's face light up. Her first day here she was elated beyond the clouds, even after she fell and hit her forehead on the floor. She was thrilled even more. She's even made friends"

The words pat a sense of assurance on Kirby, bring a small smile to him. "I suppose. I often think what Anne would have done and a part of me knows she would have said yes. Without hesitation. I just want to make sure she stays safe. Both of them."

"They will, they have each other. You raised your daughters well, it's quite clear how much they care for each other. They'll keep each other safe. After all their teacher is a Hamato, so there isn't much to worry about."

That was true, Kirby resonated on that for a moment, they did have Splinter as their teacher and he did teach them skills in handling themselves. Then again May had those skills already, but differently. Splinter was able to shape it into something less destructive and with April's help guiding you after she began to learn helped too. It was the reason why he was alright with his daughters going out on nights to help the brothers patrol the city. Even if he was against it, the moment April first meet them an unsettlement set in Kirby's stomach, as though he knew a change was soon to come. It grew even more when he meet with Splinter, not that he was blaming the man, he just...

"I'm not sure why I can't decide, if I should pull them out or not from here," Kirby said confliction still tinged in his voice and eyes, "they're so far away from me. After what I heard about their field trip from Splinter, the principal who delivered such an earnest apology along with their homeroom teacher. Ensuring me it wouldn't happen again, my girls would be safe. I wasn't quite sure, until I called my girls and heard their voices. April telling me everything was alright, I heard May in the back in high spirits that she doing well and how exciting it was fighting bad guys. She mirrored it as being the same back in New York against the Foot. A part of me cringed inside, I knew it wasn't the same. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to telling her that. Often when we'd speak she'd compare it to just that, with everything here. I tried to force myself to think the same."

He sighed.

"But, it's not. After seeing this a hero's life just doesn't seem right for either of them to be in. I know they can take care of themselves but, it seems to be being a hero is rather lonely. A least back in New York they had a group, but here with nearly each event they seem to be by themselves. It just reminds me of her life," he squeezed your hand a little more gently, "back then. That's a reality I'm not sure I'd want for her. If she goes back to that sort of...there it is again that bad feeling. In the pity of my stomach."

Girl listen attentively and carefully to ever word he spoke, letting him vent. She could hear the worry and acing on his words like any loving parent, though in his case it was a bit different. His eyes glisten woefully on what to decide. It was clear the fear held control to a degree, she wanted to say something but held back.

Present Mic's hyped commentary of April broke the heavy silence, Kirby remembered his other daughter. She was in her match right now, he nearly forgot. Gently he let your hand go, resting it back on the bed, stood. He didn't want to leave, torn between deciding, until again fear choose for him. Thanking Recovery Girl, he tucks you a little and leaves, assuring the woman he'd be back after the match. His steps faded away, it was quiet in her office again. Turning around in her chair to you, the pain wrinkled on your face was lessen. She pleased to see your recovery was going well.