Flora

13

Midoriya didn't want to wake up.
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Aizawa paced along the bed as Recovery Girl checked Midoriya's eyes.

"He seems to be all good," Recovery Girl said. She wrapped up her tools and threw the disposable pieces away. "Now you can tell me how you damaged your insides so brutally."

Aizawa looked up. "What are you talking about?"

"He-"

"I'll explain."

Aizawa stood closer to the bed while Midoriya sat up.

"I expected this much to happen. It seems that my quirk truly can't exist without some drastic change." He sighed. "I'll explain everything. Starting off with my internal injuries.

My heart is surrounded by vines, as is the rest of...everything...in my body. They are me. They use my blood to grow. That is why, despite being able to preform photosynthesis, I consume foods that are rich in what my body needs to create more blood.

If I use this power- the expanding of vines and plants from my body -I begin to lose blood, which causes the vines in my body to restrict in an attempt to make themselves smaller to use less blood. That also means the vines restrict on the organs and veins and such thing in my body, causing me to lose more blood."

"And what about what happened at the plaza?" Aizawa scrunched his eyebrows and ignored the hit he earned from Recovery Girl's cane. "Why didn't you go help her...?"

Midoriya sighed again and ruffled his hair. "That is simply a rule I have to follow. Nature....speaks to me. I can hear it as if it were a voice in my head. And it repeats things often-but it repeats one thing the most. I cannot save a life that is capable of choosing for themselves."

"Have you tried before?"

"..No." Midoriya had the look on his face. The one look of many that Aizawa remembered. A look that said 'Don't. Ask.'.

Recovery Girl saw the look and bashed Aizawa in the head with her cane. "Stop upsetting my patient! What kind of teacher are you!"

"How long have I been here for?"

Aizawa looked at the clock. "About twelve hours. I told your mother that you worked a little too hard healing people and needed to nap about four hours ago."

Midoriya frowned. "She only asked four hours ago?"

"Yes. Why?"

She has up to something. Midoriya Izuku knew this much. His mother would never wait for so long after hearing of a battle. She would have rushed to the scene at once. "No reason. Just thought I heard you wrong."

Aizawa nodded and picked up his scarf. "If you're awake then you can call and talk to her yourself, I'll lend you my phone since yours is dead."

"No, I'll go home and talk to her myself," Midoriya picked up the covers and slid one foot off the bed.

Recovery Girl slammed her can in front of Midoriya's foot. "Where do you think you're going?"

Midoriya calmly picked up the cane with a vine as set it down on a chair. "Home."

"You have to wait until a guardian signs you out."

Midoriya titled his head toward Aizawa. "You didn't sign me in, right?"

Aizawa flinched. "No, you mother would have thrown a fit."

"Good, because you're right."

Recovery Girl looked at Aizawa in shock. "You didn't sign him in?"

Midoriya slid out of the bed and grabbed his change of clothes. "Thankfully this wasn't my actual costume. Best Jeanist would have been upset."

Recovery Girl was about to have a heart attack. He came into the emergency ward almost dead and he's worried about a costume? She sighed. "He's the top of your worries?"

Midoriya didn't look at her as he put his shoes on. "I never said that."

"But you just-"

"Thank you for caring for me," Midoriya bowed before leaving the room.

Aizawa put a hand to his face. "The paperwork...." He looked at Recovery Girl hopefully. "Could you knock me out?"

Recovery Girl grabbed her can and hit the back of Aizawa's legs. "Out! Are you forgetting about the other child you brought here? Out!"

---

"Mother."

Inko was sitting on the couch sipping tea next to her lamp. "Izuku, I see you have returned."

"Yes, I have. My power kept me asleep."

Inko raised a brow. "You weren't fighting with Eraserhead?"

Midoriya stood stone still. "I had been."

"Your answers are getting vaguer and vaguer......" She picked up her cup. "We're moving."

"Mother, we have only been here for a year."

"And as our deal said, I would give this place a chance unless I have decided it as an absolute no."

Midoriya frowned slightly. "What is the reason for your absolute no?"

Inko set her cup down. "I sense a presence greater than what I can deal with."

Midoriya opened his eyes slightly. "Here?"

"Yes...I can't beat it, not now. We have to go home."

"What about my internship?"

Inko picked up her book. "If you want to continue it, you can visit the city daily through the train system."

"Yes, Mother."

"My love?"

Midoriya stopped his movement. "Yes?"

Inko was looking at him, her silver pupils focusing solely on him. "That boy you picked up, will he bring trouble later on?"

Midoriya lowered his guard. "No, Mother, he is only a boy."

Inko sat back and closed her eyes again. "I believe you."

"Thank you, Mother."

---

Aizawa Yamada stood in front of the black-haired boy.

"What were you doing in the alley?" Yamada asked him.

He scoffed. "I was going to end it all, what else would I have been doing on a rooftop?"

Aizawa almost flinched. "Those bruises, were they caused by your family?"

The boy looked down. "They aren't much of a family....."

Yamada handed a card to the boy. "Do you want to go back?"

He started crying. "No...I don't wanna go back..."

Yamada let the boy hold his hand as he cried. "What's your name?"

"Shin-shindo. Shindo Yo."

I pulled an oopise on ya hahahaha. That moment when you forget to publish haha