HELLLOOOOO!

Well, that was a ride, wasn't it? So many crazy things that happened and makes you wonder how else it can go wrong, right?

Anyway, I said I would comment on all the reviews I had gotten for chapters 17-20, which I have, however, I actually made another document called "Bearer of the Light: MEGA REVIEW COMPILATION" - on both FFN and Ao3!

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Chapter 21:

Dressed in White

The absolute silence that surrounded the group of people, hell the entire complex of the USJ, was stifling, to say the least, when the being that was currently in use of Izuku's Midoriya's body had greeted Recovery Girl in such a voice that was utterly different from Izuku's own as well as the more ethereal tone it had adopted previously.

The older woman was staring in shock at the kneeling 'boy' before her when she not only heard the voice but the name he had called her. As everyone watched from the sidelines, they were mostly ignored as Recovery Girl clenched her hypodermic-looking cane tightly still.

Her shocked face slowly morphed into one of anger as she suddenly leaped towards the armored being; a shimmer of light coming from her cane had revealed a large shepherd's crook adorned with vines and flowers and a small crystal floating within the 'hook', which was now pointed directly at the face of the unmoving boy and glowing a bright white light.

"How dare you possess that boy's body!" Recovery Girl snarled low as everyone tensed up, the pro heroes looking to join her if need be while some of the hero students flinched to see a staff member turn a weapon against their classmate, 'possessed' or not.

"Leave him now apparition!" demanded the older heroine, the wooden hook inching closer to the unflinching face of Izuku, who slightly sighed and looked deadpanned at her with his dull orange eyes.

"You know that's not how this works, Krile, as I'm sure Quinn told you in the past, hell I'm sure he did." spoke the being in his ethereal like voice once again; he raised a gauntleted finger up and gently moved the crook from his face, "The boy agreed to do this, and trusts me to make sure nothing untoward happens."

"'Untoward'?... UNTOWARD?! Then care to explain why there is a dead body and a dismembered hand?" Recovery Girl screeched and suddenly smacked him on top of his head a few times, something that All Might winced at since he had been on the business end of one of her cane's more recently. What surprised the currently 'struggling to maintain his form' pro hero was how the boy's body didn't even flinch or react to the hits.

"I understand that killing one's enemies is frowned upon, as I have learned from the boy's memories as well as hearing it myself from him, but that 'thing' was far more than anyone here could have handled." Spoke the being with no emotion in his voice as he was stating the facts, "It took full hits of the Warrior with little effect, something about it having a 'shock nullification' quirk… so when the boy had switched to using more sharper weapons, whatever cuts and slices he delivered, all to hopefully incapacitate the monster mind you, had mended itself almost as quickly as he was making them."

All the teacher's eyes widened as they heard the abilities of the dead corpse not far from them as the possessed boy continued, "Magic seemed to have slowed down the regeneration partially. So when I entered the battle, I knew what I had to do."

"It had a fairly obvious weak spot," shrugged the kneeling boy, "Its brain was exposed to the open air, so utterly destroying it would have stopped the regeneration." He then looked to Krile, who was still glaring at him, "Krile, if I would hazard a comparison to something we have faced in the past, this 'Nomu' as it was called by the manchild, was very similar to one of the 'Hypertuned'..."

The older woman's eyes widened and turned suddenly to the corpse not far from them, her anger fading into fear, something quickly picked up by the other heroes.

"Erm... sorry to point out the obvious, but… what exactly is a 'Hypertuned'?" asked Midnight, looking just as confused as everyone else. Before the older woman could stop him, the 'entity' answered.

"Basically, take a living person or animal, and through the use of horrific experimentation that is quite painful, created unrelenting and powerful machine people that only obeyed the will and command of the ones who did that to them." the orange eyes stared at the thinly dressed heroine as he addressed her, "Worse part, most of their 'subjects' were forced into the procedure… usually their enslaved population or prisoners of war."

The shock on the faces of not only the teachers, but the students as well now looked to the corpse as the 'dark knight' continued, "Thankfully, the Nomu seemed more… organic, in its design, which frankly should be worrying in itself more than anything I'd imagine. As for the hand, the villain that it used to belong to could disintegrate anything he touched with it, and was attempting to grab my face… so I took the appropriate action and, pardon the pun, 'disarmed' him."

He sighed gently, slowly rising to his feet as everyone turned their attention back to the possessed boy who had reached for the sword implanted into the ground and removed it, placing it on his back as he groaned gently and tilted his head as if to stretch it.

"What are you doing?" Recovery Girl or Krile had asked with a frown, the wooden staff she held still raised up to attack him if he would attempt anything. But all she got in return was an emotionless look that shifted into a slight smirk.

"Time's up, I'm afraid… despite not being truly him, it was good seeing you again, Krile… may I ask one question? Something to put this old ghost's heart at ease?"

With a heavy sigh, having a feeling what was coming, she lowered her staff, "Fine, I figured it would pop up eventually before you would vanish back into whatever dark abyss you crawled out of… go on, ask it."

"In the end... was she happy?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments before the sound of wood meeting metal echoed in the air from the cane smacking against the leg of the armored individual, the smaller woman frowning up at him.

"You oaf! Of course, she was happy in the end. Granted, she was furious with you at first for not coming back… but then, she knew the life you led. There was a chance it would happen, yet she still fell for you…" Recovery girl sighed heavily as the being nodded his head, chuckling softly, but stopped when the older woman continued, "Besides, it's not like you totally left her alone, she had the others and myself, of course, to help her get through the first while… but that 'last gift' you left her is what kept her happy."

The being tilted his head in confusion at first, "'Last gift'?... I don't remember leaving- wait." For the first time, it was his eyes wide in shock, the dull orange eyes of his had actually lightened up a little, and the rather cold and confident tone of voice it had stuttered, "Y-you mean- s-she was…?"

He stopped speaking when he saw the smile on the older woman's lips; the entity blinked as before him stood the once more youthful visage of Krile staring up at him with that same smug yet mischievous smirk she often had as well as her long brown hair hidden underneath that yellow hooded jacket. He smiled softly before blinking again, and her visage returned to the more present-day look she now adopted.

He looked around to the people surrounding him before looking down at Krile again, "Try not to take it too hard on the boy. He honestly did his best… and help in regards to 'him'." A gauntlet finger pointed at the lifeless body of Yuga, and Recovery Girl huffed gently, knowing full well what the 'ghost' was referring to.

Without another word, the boy slowly stood up straight, his arms raised slightly out at his sides, and much to the shock and honestly pure awe of everyone around him, what looked like dark mist slowly started to roll off of Izuku's body, moving backwards like someone was peeling off a tightly worn blanket from around his frame.

As the mist began to coalesce into a being of pure darkness walking within his shadow, the dark armor that Izuku had been adorned with had reverted back to his paladin armor. However, it had some dirt patches on his back. It was still that same pristine white that was familiar to Class 1-A. In fact, any of the blood on his body seemed to have vanished as more and more rolled off Izuku until everyone could see two people standing back to back.

One, of course, being the green-haired boy looking straight out in front at nothing, his emerald eyes dulled, while the being of pure darkness behind him was doing the same. However, the orange eyes it wielded were just as bright as its 'host'.

"Before you go…" Tsuyu had spoken up, her eyes frowning at the being though it wasn't looking at her, but still awaited for what she was going to ask, "You... never gave us a name to call you by…"

The being behind Izuku huffed in amusement, and those that could see from that side saw a wisp of a smirk formed on the 'face'. Without a word, it raised its gloved hand towards the hilt of the sword on its back, plucking it off and slamming the tip of the blade into the shadow.

Everyone tensed as the being slowly knelt down to one knee as if it was swearing fealty to royalty. Its eyes were looking at the ground as it got into the pose, still remaining silent before the irises shot up and were staring directly at the person straight ahead of it.

Momo shivered as the orange eyes looked up to her gaze as if it was looking deep within her soul. She felt breathless for whatever reason and unable to look away from the being while she still held the frightened Toru. A few moments of silence passed before the 'being' spoke again.

"Call me… Fray."

And within a blink of an eye, the shadowy being now known as Fray had 'fallen' into young Izuku's shadow, causing the boy to release a breath of air he had not realized he had been holding in. He collapsed onto his knees, panting for breath as he held himself up with his arms shaking on the ground.

Cries of his name in worry filled the air as armor on his body disappeared in a flash of dim light, putting him back into his now torn-up UA gym outfit. Some of the teachers and students gasped to see how mangled up the clothes were, as parts of it were shredded and torn, revealing the many cuts and now forming bruises across his back as that part of his uniform had been totally blown open.

The same spots that were shared upon the boy's red outfit during his fight with Nomu.

As people went to rush to him and check if he was alright, he quickly raised a hand up to halt them. He dry heaved for a moment, spitting on the ground below him as he started to speak something in a hoarse tone of voice. With the small elder Recovery Girl close to him, she raised her eyebrow, "What was that, Midoriya? I couldn't make that out."

"R... Rapier… I need… my rapier…"

The older woman's eyes frowned in confusion for a moment. Still, then realization struck, and her eyes went wide before frowning once again, "No, absolutely not! You are in no shape to cast that!"

"N… Need to… save… Yuga… Rapier… where's my rapier?" Izuku began to ask again, almost ignoring the advice of the older woman.

"Midoriya! It will not work! Your weapon was damaged; it's too dangerous to cast such a high-level spell without it!"

"Recovery Girl, what is he trying to do?" asked Nezu, who had been watching this entire exchange from the start and had grown quiet as he let 'Krile' talk to Fray. The older woman groaned gently as she looked back to the dean, with an exasperated look on her face.

"The idiot wants to bring young Aoyama back to life using Verraise! " she exclaimed loudly; everyone around them looked on in confusion and shock as she turned back to the muttering boy on the ground, "You are going against the natural order of this world, Midoriya! What you are planning on doing here could change everything!"

"Need… Need to save him...want to be… a hero that saves everyone…"

"As much as I admire that spirit, young Midoriya… sometimes you cannot save everyone." All Might had spoken up, though he was far more muted than what he usually would be. The blond hero watched as his student kept looking around for the broken weapon like the boy had not even heard him. Despite the fact that the number one hero hated admitting that to Izuku and all of the other students standing around the scene, it was the truth, sadly.

Even All Might would often do his best to save everyone. Still, his many years of being a pro hero had quickly made him not only realize but live through the reality that not everyone can be saved, no matter how hard one wished it was possible. Still, watching his future successor willing to make that sacrifice to save someone did make his heart fill with pride, but also worry considering how 'out of it' the boy seemed to be.

"No… no more… no more death… not again… can't let it happen again." Izuku kept muttering, he had stopped looking, and his hands were curled up against the dirt; a stray tear fell from his cheek as his head looked over to his dead friend beside him.

"Happen again? What are you talking about, little listener?" Present Mic had asked as everyone on that side of the circle around him could see the almost lifeless look in his eyes and facial features. Being on that side, Mina gasped loudly while bringing her hands to her lips, aghast at how utterly 'destroyed' Izuku had looked.

Izuku had looked to his English Teacher; the glassy-eyed look given to the pro sent shivers down his spine as the boy spoke, "Won't let it happen again… Not Yuga… Not Haurchefant… never again…"

"Recovery Girl!" Mina cried out, tears streaming down her eyes as Izuku slowly began to shift himself to kneel beside Yuga, "What's wrong with Izuku? He's not acting right!"

"The fight with the Nomu and Fray's 'intervention' must have horribly depleted the Aether within his body. He's not thinking straight- SOMEONE STOP HIM!" Recovery Girl shrieked as she explained what was going on with the boy, only to interrupt herself when she saw he had his hands raised above Yuga's body, with flickers of what she could see as white magic pulsing from his hands.

As she, along with several of the pro heroes and some of the students, had lept towards Izuku, the green-haired boy was clenching his eyes shut trying to focus on what he was trying to do, time seemed to slow down as he could feel the presence of everyone trying to stop him, but Izuku kept thinking of how he wanted to save his friend… he NEEDED to save his friend! No matter the cost!

Shrieks and shouts of surprise as a blast of wind had knocked everyone back who was trying to get to the Izuku, who himself had tumbled backward onto his butt and hissed in pain as his probably now bruised tailbone. He then winced in pain as a brilliant white light had flashed and shone brightly in front of him, who slowly opened an eye to stare at the most peculiar sight.

Floating in the air, bathed in a brilliant ray of light shining down upon it, was a small opaque white crystal before him, swirling white mists moving slowly like clouds across the sky. It was round in shape, but not entirely a circle or oval… and what was peculiar about it was the strange symbol that rested upon its surface, one of an oversimplified version of Recovery Girl's hook cane, though it was slightly dulled.

He took a heavy breath in and exhaled out, now noticing the ringing in his ear similar to white noise, as his eyes adjusted and he could see the various people around him getting their bearings back. Some of them had shouted something at him, but he couldn't hear it over the ringing as his green eyes fixed upon the floating crystal before him. They grew determined as he quickly, though struggled to, rose up and reached out to the strange thing before him.

As he made a fist over it and clutching it tightly, it pulsed in his hand with heat, like a hot rock that had bathed out in the sunlight all day. The ringing in his ears stopped, only to be replaced with three familiar words that rang out in his head as his vision suddenly went pure white.

HEAR.

FEEL.

THINK.

A gentle beam of sunlight slowly poked through the curtains of Momo's dorm room, settling upon the heiress's eyes, causing her to face to scrunch before moving her arm over top to avoid the offensive wake-up call from the star hanging in the sky.

She groaned gently as she slowly rose from her mattress, stretching and giving off a soft mewl of discomfort as she stretched and opened her eyes. Her hair hanging down her back was a bit frazzled looking as she slowly reached over to her bathrobe that was lazily hanging upon the back of her desk chair.

It had been another night of restless sleep for the poor girl, with nightmares about what she had experienced within the USJ and what could have happened if things had played out differently. Several times during the night, she awoke sweating and panting in fright only to pass out shortly after calming herself down and remembering that she had made it out safely.

In fact, to say that the outcome of that terrible experience she and her classmates had been a part of came out as well as it did was nothing to say short of a miracle.

And what a miracle it was.

It had happened so fast as well, the way Izuku seemed to move between the two people before him after touching that mysterious stone that just… appeared before him. Once the light had subsided, many people were shocked to see the state of dress Izuku was in. The outfit was pure white, like freshly fallen snow. Yet, it looked regal in its design, almost holy in a way with all the silver trimmings and sewn in ornaments patterned across the very tight-fitting clothing.

And yes, Momo had to admit that she really couldn't look upon her classmate without blushing just from the fact how the outfit just fit so snugly against his frame, even with his shoulders and half of his pectorals bare to all who could see him due to the odd sort of coat he was wearing. However, what was most strange about his outfit was the fact that his eyes were covered in a simple white cloth wrapped around his head and covering his eyes and possibly his ears from what she could see at the time.

It wasn't until after the event that Momo had asked Recovery Girl, no... Krile, what that was all about, and she remembered how the older woman sighed and told her it was of a familiar mantra of 'See no evil. Hear no Evil' that was commonly known throughout the world.

And possibly the most surprising aspect of Izuku's new kit was the weapon he wielded. It was a beautiful ornate metallic staff that would typically be placed in a museum. For some reason, at the top of the staff, it was glowing and pulsing with a bright white light that seemed to give off a sense of warmth and calm.

What followed once he was placed back on the ground, even Momo wouldn't come to a logical explanation. Izuku had turned his head towards their fallen teacher as if he could see past the bindings over his eyes and muttered something under his breath. The heiress watched as what looked like sparkles and mist surrounded the boy before he slowly brought the top of the staff down and hanging above Aizawa's chest, with the said teacher looking up to the boy as he had been woken from the shriek earlier.

"Mi… doriya… what are you… doing?"

"Shh…" Izuku lifted a finger to his lips, a gentle smile on them as he spoke, "Just relax, Mr. Aizawa… this won't hurt, but you will feel a slight numbness over your entire body. Benediction."

As he spoke that last word, a whirlwind of white surrounded the teacher and swirled around him for, but a few moments before dissipating into two thinly lined rings above him that spread out and faded along with the 'winds', if one could call them that. Aizawa slowly rose up from his back as everyone gasped to see the outcome of the 'spell'; seeing how cleaned up the teacher was, considering he was covered in blood and cuts across his skin. The tired-looking teacher looked down to his arm sling and slowly removed it, looking over his elbow. Even he looked astonished to see what was once just bare muscle out into the world had been fully healed, without any sort of scarring left to even show he was wounded there.

Aizawa moved his eyes to look upon the outreached hand of Izuku, who was smiling down at him, and then took it, "I would recommend getting a full night's rest, despite the healing I have provided, any lingering pain will still be present within the next few hours due to the fading of the magic from your body."

"Are you trying to order your teacher around, Midoriya?" asked Aizawa as he rose to his feet, wobbling slightly due to a bit of lightheadedness from having been on the ground for so long. His student chuckled lightly, which made Momo's heart smelt from how soft and happy it sounded.

"I wouldn't dare try to, sir, but you know the old saying… 'Never mess with the white mage.'."

Aizawa raised an eyebrow at that, especially with how Izuku had said it in such a way that was not only a little threatening but also with some truth behind it. The teacher sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose as Izuku kept smiling at him before both of their focus turned towards the student covered by a blanket.

"You should step back, Mr. Aizawa…" Izuku spoke somberly, the smile on his lips still present, though everyone who could see a hint of sadness as he 'looked' down to the body before him, "With how big of a wound Yuga had received, I'm going to have to go all out with this…"

Aizawa looked to his student with a frown, sighing gently and muttering out a 'problem child', which caused Izuku to chuckle lightly again. It was Recovery Girl who strolled towards Izuku next, her face still in a frown, "Me telling you that you're pushing your limits as they are right now due to the earlier fight is not going to make you stop this foolishness, is it?"

"He risked his life to save mine, Krile. I have to make an attempt to save him."

"And you're FAR too young to be calling me by my first name, brat! No matter how much you remind me of Quinn," she said with a huff and waving of her staff at him, ready to strike him in the shin. Izuku chuckled again, scratching his cheek with the hint of a blush coming across them.

"S… sorry, Ms. Baldesion."

The older woman lowered her cane back down, a shocked look in her eye as she sighed gently and headed towards the dean, who was merely smiling at the exchange.

Once she was far enough away, Izuku had turned his attention back to the sheet-covered body, slowly taking a deep inhale of breath before exhaling slowly. Everyone around him watched in pure fascination as most of those 'wisps of magic'; at least that's what Momo would identify them as; they would encircle around the green-haired boy's feet and lower legs while moving upwards before lifting him off the ground. Izuku would spread his arms wide as if to be carried by some unseen force.

When he ascended up off of the ground slowly, even Momo had to think there was someone around using a quirk to do so. Still, her mind reeled at the fact when two brilliantly beautiful wings made of the white magic blossomed out of his back, then slowly brought him back down onto the ground just as gently.

The bright new additions to Izuku's body did not move, and the way they moved around with his back was like the one time her mother had dressed as an angel, stiff and there for decoration. But the gentle sense of warmth the boy was radiating now had made her feel stronger, like she was able to take on a hit from any foe and would still be strong enough to create and fire a cannon in return. Her onyx eyes opened in pure awe as Izuku now raised his staff over top of Yuga's body, the top of the odd metallic cane slowly beginning to brighten and flicker as time passed while Izuku was muttering something low to himself.

It was Izuku's voice once again snapping her out of her amazement and awe of seeing actual magic being used as he waved his staff and called out in a loud voice, sounding almost similar to the way that Fray had spoken with an ethereal tone, but unlike the darker being's voice sending shivers of dread, Izuku's made her feel 'safe' and 'joy'... amongst other things.

"RAISE!"

As the green-haired boy spoke that word, two baseball-sized orbs twirled around and descended upon the unmoving corpse, colliding into one another at the center before bursting into a small blast of air and what appeared to be images of feathers bursting out from the collision. The blanket lifted off of the body during the burst, however before anyone could see the corpse, a flash of light enveloped it similar to whenever Izuku had changed kits and vanished, only to appear above said cloth with his arms spread open wide and slowly rotating his body in the upwards onto his feet with another pulse of magic causing the blonde boy to shake from the sudden 'impact'.

With his feet settled on the ground, Yuga slowly brought his hand up to his forehead, groaning in pain as he was slightly hunched over, his voice sounding weak and hoarse as he spoke, "Pourquoi j'ai la tête qui tourne après un week-end chez grand-mère…"

"I… don't quite understand what you just said, Yuga, but I can guess it's about you feeling a little weak due to being revived." Izuku spoke calmly and gently, walking towards Yuga and placing his hand on his shoulder as the 'wings' on his back dissipated into nothing but sparkles of tiny lights that fell and faded to the ground. Yuga looked towards Izuku and saw the bright smile of his classmate, "Like you said, a hero should always smile… Welcome back, Yuga."

The french boy blinked for a few moments before realization came upon him. He quickly patted himself where the sharpened piece of broken cement had lodged itself, only to find nothing but his bare skin where the hole in his hero suit indicated where the offending thing had once been.

Yuga looked to Izuku, who was still smiling before a sudden weight almost took him down once again, and the crying wails of Toru filled his ear as he could feel her hug his head close to her chest. Yuga wrapped his arms around his invisible friend before more cheers of joy and jubilation came from all around him as most of his classmates had suddenly joined in on the impromptu group hug.

Standing back from the ensuing chaos, Izuku was smiling as he 'watched' the scene. Momo watched from afar and out of the current mass of people welcoming Yuga back, with a look of pure awe at what friend had just performed.

Never before had she witnessed such a miracle being done by a quirk, to bring back someone from the dead with what she could see with no drawbacks. It then dawned on Momo at what Recovery Girl had said just a few minutes ago, about how Izuku was going against 'the natural order of this world' by doing what was deemed impossible in any sort of logical sense.

As the pony-tailed girl continued to watch Midoriya, she noticed as his smile faltered. He clenched his teeth, dropping the cane with a loud metallic clang echoing in the air as he brought both hands to his chest, and he was finding it difficult to breathe.

A cry of his name escaped her lips as Momo leaped towards him as Izuku fell to the ground, the outfit he was wearing reverting back to the mangled gym uniform, with Momo sliding down beside him to make sure he was breathing, and unbeknownst to her and everyone else, a new symbol appeared within one of the panels of the 'crystal' on his back.

Momo sighed heavily as she looked into her bedroom mirror, putting on the finishing touches of today's outfit and tying her hair back into the classic ponytail she often sported and was well known for. She kept staring into the mirror for a few moments as the events of Izuku's newest awakening kept replaying in her head, then quickly going over her itinerary of the day's activities that hadn't changed since the USJ incident.

Momo would have a small breakfast, then attend the small group therapy with Hound Dog for the first part of the morning. She would have her one on one with the hero afterward until it was lunchtime, where she would spend the rest of the day sitting by Izuku's side while reading a book until he had awoken.

This was the third day that Izuku had not yet woken up since he collapsed after reviving Yuga. Nezu had given everyone two weeks off of classes so that there would be new security cameras and various other devices put around the school to prevent what had happened from happening again, given that a villain had used a teleportation quirk to get into the USJ, which was rare in of itself.

For the last three days, the school was on lockdown while the new security was being put in, and now that it was the weekend, many of the students could go and visit families who were no doubt worried… Momo sighed heavily at the reminder sitting on top of her bedroom desk.

She loved her parents, very much so! But, there were times where the 'obligations' of being one of the better-off families would get to her, not like any of the other families of similar wealth seemed to care about her opinion at least. As many times as she could remember, Momo had constant offers of marriage proposals due to her quirk and the fact the groom and their families had more interest in the Yaoyorozu Company than her.

She smiled gently to herself when she remembered the 'scandal' it had caused when it was announced to the crowd at the last party hosted by her family that Momo would be training to be a pro hero.

Still, her smile faded, and he went to pick up the small envelope with the candle wax seal still on it. While often noted to be quite old-fashioned, it was something her father took pride in doing when it came to these parties. Momo honestly loved the wax seal, as it reminded her of how young couples would send notes to one another in the romance novels she often read.

The thought of receiving one such letter like this from a certain green-haired boy made her blush madly and coo gently.

Momo quickly shook her head and clapped her cheeks gently to remove such thinking, as lovely as it was. She tucked the envelope into one of the pouches of her bag, which carried things for the group therapy, and made her way out of her dorm room, ready to get her day started.

"Oh goodness, pardon me…" Momo spoke gently as she covered her mouth with a tiny fist as she gently burped. Today's lunch had been incredibly delicious, and honestly, the creation user could not get enough of it and was once again thankful her quirk caused her metabolism to be hyperactive.

She was sitting alone in the medical room where Izuku was resting in one of the beds. Her eyes wandered from the textbook she had been reading to look towards her sleeping friend and give off a gentle smile. Izuku had been sleeping somewhat peacefully, but Momo could see the way his closed eyes darted left or right, with his hands and legs twitching at times, which meant he must have been dreaming quite intensely.

She sighed as her gaze drifted down from his sleeping face to his bare upper body with a rather odd-looking crystal resting over the top of his heart. Her cheeks blushed as she once again took in the view of Izuku's muscles and the thoughts oh how they would look with him over top of- *SLAP*

The heiress winced after she struck her own cheek to get those invasive, perverted… but admittedly pleasant thoughts out of her head. Sighing softly, she turned her attention back towards her textbook and puffed her cheeks a little with a soft frown as she had gotten rather bored of it. She blinked as she quickly closed the book and then reached for her bag.

Exchanging thick textbook for a much smaller novel that had been given to her by Recovery Girl, Momo smiled gently as she ran her fingers across the leatherbound cover before her, taking in how the embossed insignia the was proudly displayed in the middle of it while the beautifully stitched-into-leather letters that, while written in English, had expressed the name of the book in such elegance that anyone who would find the title would be instantly intrigued by the name.

'HEAVENSWARD'.

She had already finished reading the first couple chapters of the book, and Momo found it a pretty exciting tale, surprisingly. The first few chapters had described the beginning of an event called 'The Dragonsong War', a one thousand year conflict between the citizens of a grand city known as Ishgard and the Dravanian Hordes of a being known as Nighogg, a mighty dragon bent on revenge for the death of his sister.

It then went on to describe some of the 'Houses' of Ishgard as well as the 'Holy See', a religious faction that was in charge of the government of Ishgard, and Momo had a nasty feeling where the story would go in regards to this religious group in control of everything, despite how the first chapter had painted them in a good light, she knew they must have had some skeletons in their closet as no organization was that 'clean'.

It also helped that many of her favorite novels had similar organizations that turned out for the worst.

She was just starting the third chapter now. The narrative soon became something closer to memoirs… in fact, that's what they actually were as they were written by one Lord Edmont de Fortemps, head of House Fortemps. He was just describing the day that three young people on the run and brought to his house to become wards, thanks to the recommendation of his son, one Commander Greystone.

Momo thought it was odd that the Lord's son had a completely different last name than him, and no mention of a first? Well, perhaps later on, she will get his name.

She kept reading about the descriptions of the three new 'wards' of the house and how Lord Fortemps initially thought of them. The first one was an 'elezen' boy, approximately two years younger than Momo or her classmates, but with an intellect that far surpassed his years named Alphinaud Leveilleur.

The second of the new wards was a young female 'lalafell' named Tataru Taru. From what was described of her general demeanor, she was overexcitable and probably the most innocent woman he had ever come across. However, she seemed to be very shrewd when it came to bookkeeping, something she often berated Alphinaud for on occasion.

The last person was someone who Momo was genuinely interested in, as there was no initial description of the being in the beginning. Lord Fortemps had started off listing the many accomplishments of the person, how they did so many fantastic things like kill horrible creatures known as 'Primals', and saving the lives of many people, including Commander Greystone.

In her mind, Momo smiled at the image of Izuku in his paladin kit in place of this hero and how he would often be heroic when it mattered, only to be his typical but adorable stuttering mess. Coming out of her thoughts, she went back to reading where the Lord was about to describe what the young man had looked like when a voice caught her attention.

"M… Momo?"

Immediately, the heiress closed the book and placed it back into her bag as she moved beside Izuku's bed. The young man had risen up slightly, the crystal on his chest falling into his lap as Izuku turned his head towards his friend, "Where… am I?"

"You are in the infirmary of UA… how are you feeling? What do you remember last?" Momo asked with a slightly worried tone to her voice, though it was barely holding back the sheer joy of seeing Izuku wake up.

"Like… someone just ran me over with a truck…" Izuku groaned and rubbed his forehead softly, "And the last thing I… well… it was everyone hugging Yug-" His eyes opened wide in alarm, "Yuga! Is he alright? Is everyone alright?"

Momo smiled wistfully as, of course, Izuku would think of others before himself. She gently took his hand and held it gently as she spoke, "He's fine, whatever you did brought him back, though he was in here with you for the first day, Recovery Girl gave him a clean bill of health after spending the night and some tests."

"And everyone else?"

"Some cuts and bruises, but those have long since passed at this point." Momo gently rubbed her thumb over his, causing Izuku to blush lightly at the contact, "Thirteen is still recovering, but should be up and about on Monday from what we were told… Mina and Ochako were anxious since they were with them at the time."

Izuku nodded gently, rubbing his chin in thought before getting flicked on the forehead by his friend. Izuku frowned and turned to look at her, only to see her own frown, and his look shifted into one of worry, "Don't you even think it, Izuku Midoriya… Recovery Girl said she had it covered and told me explicitly that you are not to use any of your kits until she gives you the go-ahead."

Izuku chuckled nervously, nodding his head in agreement as Momo sighed. She then let go of his hand, both young people already missing the warmth as she slowly stood up, grabbing her bag as well, "I'm going to go let your mother and Recovery Girl know you are awake now… I'm sure they will have much to discuss with you."

Izuku looked fearful for the moment before hanging his head in despair at the thought of what both older women were going to do to him. Momo giggled gently at his antics; seeing him already looking and acting like himself had relieved some of her worries.

However, she slowly began to blush and fidget a little, reaching into her bag and pulling out the envelope from before, pushing it towards Izuku. The green-haired boy looked at it before looking up to Momo in some confusion, "It's… an invitation to a party this Sunday night… hosted by my parents, and I was allowed to bring someone… so I was wondering if-"

"S-Sure."

Momo froze and looked at Izuku, who was blushing lightly with that gentle smile of his as he spoke, while gently taking the envelope, "I'd... I'd be happy to attend with you… if I'm well enough, of course."

Momo kept staring at him for a brief moment before her lips curled into a bright smile as well, suddenly leaning close and kissing Izuku's cheek, pulling back and giggling gently, all the while the bed-ridden boy was staring at her in shock, with a deep crimson blush running across his cheeks.

"I'll send you the details after I finish packing my things. The dean has allowed us to go home for the weekend and Monday." Momo said excitedly as she flung her bag over her shoulder and dashed quickly out of the infirmary to do as she said she would while giggling and smiling brightly.

Now alone in the room, Izuku blinked out of his stupor, looking at the fancy piece of paper in his hands. His mind began to replay the scene that just happened, and his blushing face slowly turned into one of shock and utter confusion.

"D… Did Momo just ask me out on a date?"