"Well my dear you look better, how do you feel?" Recovery Girl asked.
You felt fine a little tired, sluggish even, other than that you capable of moving. Though you wondered about your quirk, cupping your hands before you and managed to produce a solid faint golden glow orb.
You smiled. Everything was fine.
"I am well!" You smile to her, turn to Mashirao and show him."Tada!"
He smiled. "Very nice. Ready?"
"Yes." You leap off the bed when someone entered.
Heads turn, your heart smiled only to drop, it wasn't whom you thought; Dr. Mary T. The woman you bumped into during the break. She walked kindly and immediately her eyes and face washed over with tender relief. Like a mother's.
"Oh thank goodness you're alright, I was concerned. I hope that's alright."
You didn't think much of it, more surprised to see her here and the sudden concern, having only met her once. Though thoughtful as it appeared, your body tensed suddenly as it did before, despite the mild smile laid on your lips. It stiffen when Dr. Mary laid a soft hand on your shoulder, Recovery Girl frowned, hard.
Unsure what to do or say, your brows spoke for you. They Lifted and scrunched together uncomfortably, that you felt guilty. The whole time Recovery Girl eyes narrowed heatedly.
"If you don't mind me saying this, you did absolutely well out there. I positively on the edge of my seat. Such talent and power, I'm sure you caught a few heroes eyes today."
Your brows relax politely, "Yes, I hope...I hope so. I mean..."the words tripped out your mouth, incoherently, "...well...the match...well..."
Mary rest her other hand on your other shoulder, "The match was well, more than I expected, you should be proud. Even if you have to do it again. I'm sure you'll be victorious."
For some reason when she said that word, everything...froze and this...fear gripped you. It felt...familiar...so familiar for a moment you found yourself...younger...five maybe...with bruised and cut hands, hot hands...with splatters of red, crimson red...trembling uncontrollably...while stand just two feet away from a boy...from that boy...hunched over on the floor crying; beaten and bruised...you couldn't make him out completely but he was familiar to you. And so was the imposing presence from above. Glaring down and...
"Ah, May you're okay!" Izuku said entering, happy to see you up, breaking the heaviness filling the room.
You smile instantly at his presence, quickly forgetting about those feelings.
"Izuku-chan!" You beam hoping off the table, hurry over to him with Mashairo.
Mary watched carefully.
"You look good. Are you ready?" He asked looking you over, you nod latching onto his arm eager to leave. Pulling him out the door.
Mary said something, "May I'll be cheering for you."
Izuku stopped and turned around at the sound of her voice and couldn't believe it, what he said made Dr. Mary almost drop her smile and alarm to rise in Recovery Girl.
"It was you! I bumped into you a block away from May and April's apartment."
Sweat calmly broke on Dr. May, she kept her cool. "Oh, that's right, you were the kind young man. I hope I didn't hurt you or anything." She sweetly said.
He shook his head, "No. Not at all. I'm sorry, I didn't see where I was going. I hope I didn't mess up your papers or anything."
Dr. Mary wanted to scream, "No, not at all. Well, it's just good no one was hurt."
He agreed. Having enough you pull Izuku out of the room, shouting bye and thank you to Recovery Girl, and leave. The two women kept their smiles until they were sure you were gone. Once they felt sure Recovery asserted her demand.
"What are you doing here?"
Mary took her pleasurable time to answer, adjusting her cuffs; smoothing out her blazer, and cleaning her glasses before taking out and opening a compact mirror. Her amber eyes flash sardonically, matching her now transformed smile.
"I've come to see my daughter."
Recovery Girl furrowed, "Why? She's not yours. Not anymore. You shouldn't be here, you have no rights."
"Had," She corrected the women, closing the compact, "Had, yes I will admit my," she took a moment to tactfully choose the words," former ways were faulty. But, time has a way generous way of providing insight." She gazed coolly at her manicure, admiringly. A sardonic smirk inched on her lips, enjoying the riling of the old woman. It was too easy and still was. "You frown any further, Granny, you'll be in retirement sooner than expected."
Recovery Girl scoffed, annoyed, "Disrespectful still I see. Time clearly hasn't improved your behavior or manners. Still sour."
"Many people like sour," she shrugged and chuckled behind her hand. Fully turned and gave the woman her attention, eyes sharp and arrogantly narrow. Stood assertively before, in all her sleplender. Smoothly ran a hand over her white suit. "Custom made from Italy. You wouldn't believe how much it cost just to get it tailored properly."
The older woman frowned.
"Oh, of course, you don't, a salary like yours doesn't work. You're not from a family legacy. I forgot. Oh, silly me. How pitiful."
"Always concerned of your own image and self-interest. No wonder you didn't rise to the occasion, a pity really, you had potential," Recovery Girl's voice filled with sympathy with the last few words. Her eyes reflected it.
Something Mary didn't take kindly, "Don't you dare pity me. I still have potential!" She stepped towards her, a hardened look creasing over, towering over the smaller woman. Eyes flash a glow of golden amber, "My potential is still there. You best choose your words carefully, or your retirement will come sooner."
Not an ounce of Recovery Girl flinched, she stared back steely at the woman. It lasted for a few seconds, Mary broke it laughing stepping back. "How unbecoming of me, such an ugly side." She smoothed out her blazer, and hair, adjusting her glasses, "You know I should actually thank you all, my daughter has grown up fine. Better than I hoped, still as strong as ever. Though of course, not completely. At least she remembers her family, that display...oh was it not marvelous? Everyone saw it. Everyone here!"
She flourishing spread her arms, striking a strong pose, head and eyes raised to the ceiling. "Marvelous indeed. I couldn't prouder, she's easy on the eyes. Of course," she dropped eyes down, her smirk remaining. "She has me to thank and much more. Like mother, like daughter of course."
Recovery Girl gripped her cane, ready to hop out of the chair and do something, but her body wasn't as young as it was before...so she remained seated. Remaining quiet while her mind worked. Quite the talker Mary was, boastful about nearly everything. Time surely did not improve that, Recovery Girl knew she wanted something, otherwise what reason would she have for being here? Besides other than you, something that greatly worried the old woman, she wondered...just how she even knew you arrived here? Procedures were put in place to assure that wouldn't happen...so how could she have known? Was it from the USJ incident? That was the only time you were briefly shown on the news...then again, thinking back to what Izuku said he bumped into her outside your's and April's place suddenly...that wasn't a coincidence. She became worried but kept calm not to show it. Next would hear about this, you and April needed to be move... to a secure location with a guardian.
"She's nothing like you," Recovery Girl refuted.
Mary stopped and glared, momentarily, brushed it aside. Took out her mirror again, took a moment to look over herself, especially her eyes, "She's more like me than you'll know. After all, I created her. Just like all the rest."
Snapping the lid shut, puts it away, turns, and walks out. Just as Uraraka and Tsyui come in with April, earning a sneering eye from Mary.