Aizawa and All Might sit quietly at the large, wooden table. They have just explained the series of events that happened only hours ago at the field trip to the Teacher's Pro Hero Board at UA. Their response, so far, has been silence.

"Where is the girl now?" Principal Nezu asks after a long moment's pause.

"At the hospital," replies All Might, "Recovery Girl went over there to tend to her as well."

He nods thoughtfully, "Were any of the other students injured?"

"No. The two who were involved with this incident barely had a scratch on them. The other students were working to get the animals contained and the people evacuated. None of them were injured, either."

"Hmm."

Silence, again.

"You understand," Nezu begins finally, touching his toe-beans together, "how reckless this was, don't you? How poorly it could have gone and the danger your students were in. Yes?"

"Yes," All Might and Aizawa say together, both bowing their heads.

Nezu sighs, "And you understand that there is a possibility that they are still in danger due to these actions; say, if someone were to come back for the girl."

"Yes," they say together again, their heads bowing lower.

"If I may," Present Mic says, and continues after a nod of approval from Principal Nezu, "There was no reason for us to assume that the Quirk Circus was intertwined with anything villainous. If these students did not get involved, then they could have continued to do wretched things without suspicion."

"But bringing these students to a public place without the right amount of protection or supervision is the issue," Vlad King retorts, "Especially with all the incidents class 1-A seems to get involved in."

"So should we be teaching them to live in fear?" Midnight challenges, "They are aspiring heroes, after all. As Eraser Head has said, his class has dealt with villains before. On many occasions, now. They acted without hesitation-"

"And put a girl in the hospital!" Vlad King sneers.

"That was not due to them," Aizawa defends, angry now. "Bakugo and Midoriya made a mistake. The circumstances were not what they thought and there was no way for them to know until it was too late. I imagine that is something that will hang over them for a while. The two of them have their provisional licenses and therefore, technically, did nothing wrong... Although... they will probably disagree if we say that to them. Again, they are aspiring heroes and they had to sit and watch a girl get beaten in front of them."

The teachers fall silent.

Aizawa spoke finally, "The girl did her best to explain to us everyone's quirks to authorities when she gained consciousness; the prism my students were in could have been held for hours. I have faith in my students, and especially these two who are strong and tenacious; I'd like the think that they would have managed to free themselves... but there's no way for us to know for sure how things could have turned out differently, and frankly I don't like dwelling on "what could have been". The saving grace here is that the girl decided to fight back. We have to look at the facts we have in front of us and deal with them logically."

Nezu continues, bringing all eyes on him, "If the media got wind of this, I should suspend the two of you and those students. After all that has happened, we are focusing on keeping students safe. This was not the time and place for students to get involved with the League again. Especially Katsuki Bakugo, with a provisional license or not. We have parents and nation-wide organizations breathing down our necks here," He sighed again, heavier this time, "But I also understand they are following their duties as heroes. Any of us would have done the same thing. Obviously, as a Board we need to find ways to keep our students safe while they work hard to achieve their dreams. We owe them that. If we get shut down because of reckless behavior, that certainly is not fair to the other classes."

"No... it's not," Aizawa agrees in a mutter.

"And another matter; What do we do about the girl?"

Meanwhile…

Recovery Girl enters the pale hospital room. It's chilly and sterile inside, everything either white or pale green. The red-haired girl is laying under the thin sheets of the hospital bed, watching the small mounted TV while her bandaged hand soaks in a small bowl of water. She lifts mix-matcheed eyes to meet Recovery Girl's gaze and shifts a little.

"Hello," she says politely, with effort. Recovery Girl smiles back.

"Hello, dear. I am Recovery Girl, the nurse from UA High. I've already had a look at you, but you were unconscious…" she trails off as she looks at the girl's chart sitting on the counter. Name: Mia, Age: 15, Height: 156 cm, Weight: 50 kg. Skull fracture beneath left cheek, bruising left under eye, both upper arms and wrists. Deep puncture on right hand.

"The doctors gave me some medicated water," Mia takes her hand out of the green, steamy water for a moment, "to soak my hand."

Recovery Girl nods, "Yes, yes. I'm sure the bandages are ready to slip right off. I'll have a look at that and see if my Quirk mended it or if you'll need a skin graph. I'm sure my quirk already fixed up that fracture, your swelling has gone down already."

"Why did you come here?"

Recovery Girl looks up from the chart, "To see if I could help at all, dear."

Mia shook her head, "I mean why would the nurse from UA be sent when I'm already at a hospital."

"Because I can heal you a lot faster than they can. And it was UA teachers who dropped you off here. So, UA is now somewhat responsible for what happens to you."

Mia looks down at her lap, frowning. "Yeah… I'm sorry about that," she says.

Recovery Girl's heart sinks a little, "Sweetheart there's nothing to apologize for."

She sits on a stool and wheels it over to Mia's side. Mia offers her wounded hand, palm up. Recovery Girl looks at the exposed flesh and slips white gloves on. Mia wonders how many people she's healed in her lifetime, and suddenly feels the urge to reach out with her other hand and use her quirk. As Recovery Girl inspects the gash, she asks, "Where did you live before you joined the Quirk Circus?"

"America," Mia replies, "I lived in an orphanage in a small town down south. I kinda forget where. I thought Georgia... but others said Alabama and some said Tennessee. I joined the Circus when I was six."

"Do you remember America?"

Mia tilts her head back in thought, "A little. It was an old church by a river. It was falling apart. There was always dust and leaky windows. There were tons of rooms but we all slept in one big empty room in the basement. My trunk of stuff was covered in stickers. I remember that."

Recovery Girl smiles, "Well, I don't think you will need a skin graph. I'm confident my Quirk will heal you." And with that she leans forward, planting a firm smooch on Mia's forehead.

She cringes at first, but her body surged, and the stinging on her hand subsided. She makes a fist and doesn't feel pain, but a 2-inch white scar remains on the back of her hand. She opens her fingers and finds the same white mark on her palm.

"Wow," she says, wiggling her fingers.

Recovery Girl smiles again, "Well, I'm done here. Sorry I can't get rid of those scars for you, my quirk can only speed up your own healing process and sometimes the injuries are too severe to completely heal." She stands up and makes her way to the door, "Take it easy for a while, especially after… it's been a long night for you."

Mia's face flashes to panic, "Wait! What's going to happen now?"

"Other officials from UA and detectives will be coming to speak with you tomorrow," Recovery Girl explains gently, "But it's already so late and you gave your initial statement. You'll spend the night here at the hospital and be seen in the morning."

"Alright…" Her face is still twisted with anxiety, but Recovery Girl can see the sleepiness creeping into her eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Mia." Recovery Girl says, but then stops, "I don't think your last name was written on your chart. What is it?"

Mia shrugs, and nestles herself back into the pillows, "I don't know. When the Starlings adopt an orphan, they don't let them take their last name. They also... destroy all records of us. Birth certificates, paperwork from the orphanage... all that stuff."

"Why would they do that?"

"So we don't exist outside of the Circus."

Ok not so different but I flushed more stuff out, it will continue I promise. Let me know what you think in a review :)