The threat of Stain and attack on Hosu was over and all that was the aftermath. Rebuilding needed to be done. Medical services for some and still a bit of crowd control was required; the fires were finally put out. The city was on its way to recover.
A huge sigh of relief covered the whole city, the city next over could hear it.
Once the last fire was put out news networks came rushing in to gather any bit of morsel information they could, talking to anyone who they could. Hero and civilian alike. When they reached the area of Stain's last whereabouts they found a few people and heroes, who gave small information, missing the a few who had the juicy knowledge they needed.
But there was something one reporter's ear caught from someone that unintentionally held repercussions.
"And there we go. How's that?" The nurse asked, carefully securing Izuku's bandages.
He looked at them over his arms and smiled, "Good. Thank you."
The nurse smiled pleased and collected the materials and equipment they brought onto the tray. They flashed him small smile and left.
Izuku looked once more at his arms when remember something the doctor had said to him, Shoto, and Iida when they were brought to Hosu hospital just an hour ago.
"Given the state of your injuries they would have been more severe."
It was true their injuries, he could still remnants of the warmth lingering, would have been worse if not…
"Wait!" Izuku called after the nurse. They stopped and turned to him.
"Yes?"
Once again Izuku looked at his bandages, "How…"he lifted his eyes to the nurse, "is she doing?"
It took a moment for the nurse to understand who he was referring to. They give him a assuring smile.
"She's doing just fine. Resting right now. As you should be."
Something in their words seemed off, and Izuku noticed the hesitation in their lips before a smile formed.
"Are you-" he began.
The nurse pushed their smile more it became hard to distinguish between natural one.
"I promise," their tone soft and sincere, "she's doing just fine. Now," they turned off the light and reached out grabbing the doorknob, shutting the door. "Get some rest."
Without another word the door shut and nurse's step receded. Izuku sat on his bed his eyes changing between door and his arms. Each time your motionless body appeared on the floor than on a stretcher. You just laid there…the image flipped over and over in his mind the same with torrent he felt within him. His brows from furrowing with anger to arching with worry.
She wasn't supposed, he felt the word forming in his mind, he stopped some of them. How did she even make it to Hosu?
From what he knew, he wasn't aware of who your Hero was you were assigned for the week and there was the no contact set in place. You didn't have his number or April's, you were given a new one. He didn't even have your new number. April didn't either, so how could you even….
More questions branched from the first two and continued expanding. They layered on each other compiling assumptions and speculations that didn't the decisions of his furrowing brows. He shouldn't feel that way with you, it was April's job she was your sister after all….but the quick conversation they had the night before going to their internship, did it allow him the right?
"Sorry to put this on you," April apologized leaning on his bedroom wall, her eyes sincere staring at his All Might poster, with her smirk.
He gave her his full attention, stopping his weight lifting regiment.
He shook his head with a smile, "It's not."
Her eyes closed with a short, amused, laugh, "Seriously?" She looked at him lifting a brow, her smirk remaining.
"Well, yeah. It makes sense. You'll be out of reach for the week. I don't mind. Even if I don't know her hero," he chuckles with hints of exasperation, not for her.
April noticed holding back a rising understanding chuckle and shook her head , shrugging, "Guess it's settle then. Thanks."
"Sure."
They exchanged smiles and that was it.
Izuku's shoulders slouched, the worry in April's voice was adamant he heard it despite her attempts to conceal it and smooth approach. It was only natural, and the moment he agreed he saw the relief in her eyes.
Now, he wasn't sure what her eyes were like now. He had to call her about this after what happened and…by the small clunk sound of her toothbrush, he presumed, dropping told him everything.
And there was nothing she could do. It was a good thing he didn't give full on details. Who knows what might have happened, he did wonder if she could fly like you.
His phone buzzed, a text. He opened it and read it.
"I've got to see," he decided firmly getting out his bed.
He reached for the door handle, when it turned and opened.
"Hm?" He stared a tad confused.
The door quietly opened and Izuku expecting the nurse or some adult was meet with a child. Who's silver eyes, rather dull, were just as wide with shock and confusion as Izuku's staring back.
The two of them looked at each other, Izuku blinked a few times; the child…little boy at least six or seven his willowy size made it difficult, didn't blink once. His eyes stared motionless, glassy like; Izuku felt a small shutter come over him. The boy's pupils slightly dilated, he noticed.
They couldn't stay like forever, Izuku offered a pasted on smile.
"Umm, are you lost?" He asked, mindful of his tone.
The boy said nothing, his eyes moved through…passed Izuku to the bed and lingered. Ignoring Izuku completely. Izuku subtly had his eyes trail the boy's gaze, he nearly gasped curiously at what he noticed. The boy's eyes clipped back perspicaciously to Izuku, etching over him. Izuku could feel the pressing gaze and held back the uncomfortable prickling his skin wanted to show and kept his smile and eyes kind at the boy.
The boy took another few seconds, resend his gaze, and left the room shutting the door behind him. Izuku managed to catch a glimpse of small pouch in the boy and something, a corner of a cube, he wasn't sure, sticking out.
Once the door clicked shut, Izuku released the bundled nerves he'd be holding out.
He'd never seen a child with such a….hollow and intense look. It was almost sad.
But why was he here and who was he looking for?
His own concern overriding him as usual, something almost want compelled him to go after the child when you appeared and he remembered what his original objective.
With an ear pressed to the door, Izuku waited for the shuffling and passing of medical staff to pass or lighten. Once it did he opened the door and slipped out. As he walked down and through the halls, glancing at the room numbers and reading the names; he realized he didn't know your room number or if you were even on this floor.
He slumped, "Oh man." He grumbled sighing.
There was no way he'd go to the nurse's station and asked. He was supposed to be resting. He leaned up against the wall, closed his eyes thinking what to do next.
Something told him you weren't on this floor. He wasn't sure how but knew. Given your injuries, he felt himself go cold remembering it…Stain stabbed his katana cleanly through you, all in one swift motion and force.
And on top of that…
A hand reached from behind and politely tapped him on the shoulder.
Izuku jumped startled and spun around throwing up his arms.
"I was looking for the restroom!" He blurted defensively.
A voice responded that was both silken and measured with a touch of command, "Such a destination was two halls before. If of course that is your intended destination or you have a nefarious opposition?"
A sweat broke on Izuku, he felt the drop steadily trickle from his forehead, and curve over his brow towards his eye. A pair of sharp, narrow bronze eyes follow the drop steadily. Narrowing with every second with calm impatience, it sent an icy chill down Izuku's spine.
Izuku felt the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his words freeze.
The voice cleared their throat, set a pressing hand on boy's shoulder and spoke in a low pointed voice, "Your answer. What are you doing?"
Two floors above, the nurse surprised by their presence, wanted to ask the flamed hero Endeavor coming across him stepping out of your room.
She didn't hide her confusion or awe. Even under his heavy stare. Too lost in her own star struck to notice.
"How kind of you to visit her," the nurse complimented, "I'm sure she'll be happy to know Japan's number two hero paid our Sleeping Beauty a visit after what happened."
Endeavor's brow twitched silently from that one word, two. He bit it back, calming his flames.
"There's no need," he asserted, his eyes narrowed, with a steely glint. The nurse flinched under it their smile shrunk. They barely managed to maintain it.
"Y-Yes, of course," their words quivered and stepped aside for the hero.
Endeavor shot them one more look and walked off, hiding a quick proud and satisfied smirk.
The next day you woke up, rather groggy and confused. Confused for two reasons, your body involuntary trembling waking you and why that sharp, clean smell that set your heart beating erratically.
Whatever the reason, you couldn't pinpoint but your body knew given its response and the throbbing pain in your chest from each beat slammed against. Slowly you sit up, and come to realize, after taking in your surrounds, you were in a hospital room.
Your toes curled.
"What?" You questioned shocked, your eyes opened and wide darting about.
Darting the window letting in a soft flooding of morning sun. To the plain tiled ceiling. The two empty chairs by the bed you resided. The hanging picture of the canary and lotus and every other common thing a person could find in a place like this.
You squeeze the sheets covering you. Why were you in such a place….when you last remembered…
"Izuku-chan!" You gasped throwing off the sheets and jumping out of bed. "Izuku-chan!"
You sprint to the door, snatch it open almost taking it off its hinges, and fly out into the halls.
Five minutes after you left, someone entered your room and found it empty.
"Damn girl," they chuckled and take out their phone.
A phone rang, interrupting a conversation in the hospital lobby, they answered it, "Hello, Best Jeanist. Hold please," he turned his phone away and returned to the nurse behind the desk she blushed unaffected, "Excuse me." He returns to the call, "Ah, Gran Tronio is everything-I see. I'm sure we'll-"
"Izuku-chan! Izuku-chan!" You come flying into the lobby call and searching for him, still in your gown.
All eyes and heads turn in your direction shocked and confused. You didn't notice or care running through calling for Izuku in hopes for a reply.
"I have her," Best Jeanist informs him and hangs up.
He was just about to walk over when he stops and casually, with some amusement, asks, "Is she normally like this?"
Bakugo, stood there teeth clenched with a mix of shock and annoyance growing at you and what you were doing and saying. He completely ignored the question directed at him, it only fueled him and loaded his tongue with more words.
Why the hell was he here? Importantly, why where you….
Best Jeanist noticed his lack of verbal response, his eyes caught something else and he had his answer. He stepped forward and used his quirk. Within seconds you restrained and lifted.
"Huh?" You blink a few times at the fibers coiled around you. "Wh-What…"
Calm footsteps approach you and Best Jeanist came into view, you were surprised.
"Mr. Best Jeanist!"
He smiled kindly at you behind his high collar, "Well hello, Little Sun. Let's get you into something more," his eyes look you over, his smile growing, "presentable."
Gran Torino smiled at the text he received sitting in one of the chairs in your room and returned to his call delivering the message, "He's got her."
A sigh of relief came from Torshino on the other side, "That's good. Thank you again for doing this."
The old hero snorted frowning, "I shouldn't since you didn't mention a single thing."
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"Sorry is an excuse." Gran Tornio nipped, his frown growing, "It wasn't for you. Completely."
Reflective silence came from Toshirno momentarily, "Yeah. I know." His voice lowers. Covering the hurt in it.
The old hero picked it up and closed his eyes, tempering his anger, riding his voice of any tightness, "Does she remember?"
"No. But she's made contact already."
Gran Tornio brows snapped together furiously, "What!? How!?" His voice rose.
"We don't know. But she did."
The old hero sat up alert, "I thought," his lips pursed, "That woman!" He seethed. "Weren't you careful?"
"Ever precaution was taken. Even now. Once I…we found out tangency plans were set in place. We're staying on our toes. But the fact she ended up were you and young Midoriya were…"
Gran Tornio voice turned serious, "Do you think it's possibly her?"
"Possibly. If so, how is the real target."
"You gonna question the girl?"
Toshirno sighed with regret, "Yeah. The principal thinks it best. Once she finishes out her week."
"Is that wise?"
"We don't want to raise any alarm. I don't"Toshirno paused biting the gnawing guilt, and collected himself forcing the words out, "But if it's to help than yes."
It showed on the older hero wasn't keen, Torshino could tell. He didn't like it either but, if it had to be done this way it did.
"She favors them both."
"Yeah…I know. Has his eyes too."
"What about the other one? Saw them during the Sports Festival."
A knot turned in Torshino, he wasn't sure how to answer that. He didn't get the chance, Gran Tornio heard your voice in the hall.
"Gotta go."
"Yeah. Thanks again."
Gran Tornio snorted again, with a smirk, and hung up. He put his phone away and hopped out the chair just as you entered.
Your eyes went straight the short, elderly man with a cane standing in your room smirking.
You raise a brow, "Who are you?"
Gran Tornio stared in quiet shock, like he was seeing double, he saw them beside you. His mouth almost dropped. He had to grip his cane to keep his hands from trembling and emotions in check. His eyes moved from your eyes, to your heart-shaped face, your hair and more.
His eyes color. Her eye shape and hair color and texture and face shape, even to the nose. Their combined skin complexion….everything. He forced himself to blink and saw them standing with you…swaddled in a cozy blanket. He was holding you and she, Gran Tornio's eyes moved to her, holding the other one too, also swaddled.
Everyone was happy and-
Something lightly tapped his shoulder. Snapping him out of it and he found you standing before him, those bright warm eyes on him filled with respect and curiosity.
You offer a simple, humble smile, "Excuse me. I need to change, sir."
Your voice, it was gentle and beguile, Gran Tornio felt the barb in his heart. He kept himself together and nodded.
His smirk morphing into a tender smile, "Of course. My apologies, ummm, your name?"
You point to yourself proudly, "May! May O'Neil! A pleasure to me you…umm." You tilt yourself unsure of his name.
Gran Tornio gripped his cane harder, hearing what you just said. He had to keep the snarl he felt coming down.
O'Neil. O'Neil, of course that would be your current name.
He felt that light tap of yours, he answered your question, "Gran Tornio."
Your eyes lit up a bit, "What a wonder-"
Bakugo barked at you from the hall, "Hurry up, already!"
Best Jeanist scolded him, "Never rush a lady."
"I wouldn't have to rush her if she didn't take forever!"
"Keep your voice down this is a hospital."
Gran Tornio looked passed you to the slightly opened door. Your hands flew over your mouth and held your laugh back, but a few chuckles slipped out. Gran Tornio looked at you and your laugh, he quietly smiled.
"Best not have you delayed any more." He began excusing himself, "It was wonderful to see you, May."
You pause your chuckled and give him a respectable bow, "You as well."
He left and you shut the door to change.
You barely had your head through your shirt, from the outfit Best Jeanist bought you, when Bakugo's fist pounded on the door.
"Hurry up! It's been ten minutes!"
Nurses and other medical staff stared rightfully frightened and startled. He caught their eyes and threw each one a fierce glance.
"This has nothing to do with any of you! So mind your damn business!"
Eyes and heads turned away quickly. Best Jeanist looked at him calmly disappointed. Bakugo paid no attention to it and pounded on the door again.
"If you don't get out in two minutes I'm blowing it down! Let's go!"
"Yelling doesn't help. In any circumstance." Best Jeanist informs sternly, "It adds wrinkles when you want a clean, crisp cut. If you want something to stitch together properly, naturally, it should be done with care. Patience. The end results are worth it."
Bakugo fumed, "I don't care! She's taking forever. Bad enough I have to come here! I have better things to do!"
Best Jeanist waved his attitude aside, "Image and presenting one's self is important. I'd thought you'd at least have a dent of that knowledge on you."
A growl came from Bakugo, he didn't need to hear that and he didn't need to be here. What was taking you so long!? It was the same back home.
He raised his fist and the second he was about to pounded it on the door again, you come rushing out and knock right into and onto him.
Falling forward.
"I am finished." You announce slowly propping yourself up with your arms with a small smile.
No one said anything and the majority of the hall was silent, minus the beepings from monitors. Even Best Jeanist who normally remained composed and calm had shock all across his face. You weren't sure why or for what reason, until you felt a familiar heated gaze and radiating heat. Using your hand, it trembled slightly, lightly tap it feeling something firm, sturdy and pumping hard when you let your hand rest for a moment on it.
You knew…who it was and though you should have slowly gotten off, your eyes decided to take a glance to the floor where you were met with Bakugo's red eyes glaring hard and sharp.
A laugh almost came over you, you felt and held it back as you slowly get off and stand. Stand close to Best Jeanist.
Real close.