𝑇𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤

- Chapter 18 -

// sorry for the delay. I have been typing all this time on my phone, but recently received my very own computer! So hopefully I'll be faster in writing more chapters

//and I've gotten a job recently so that hasn't helped keep a regular uploading schedule. But I will try to get back on the track of once a week!

//I've also been working on another big project 👀👀 it might be a new and amazing fic about a villain group that I absolutely adore. I already have descriptions about them, and an intro. So if anyone wants to see that lmk!

//Alright! Onto the bizarre story of Y/N's life(s)

"How does it feel?" Recovery girl asked Izuku.

"It feels so much better, thank you." Izuku assures, moving and stretching his foot and hand out.

"And you, Kirigaya?"

"Oh. Please refer to me as Y/N if that's alright with you. And my injuries were minor, but now basically non existent thanks to you."

"That's wonderful Y/N...."

She slowly turns towards All Might. Anger growing on her features as she faces the symbol of peace.

"And you!"

Recovery girl marches over to All Might's bony figure to bang him on the head with her cane.

"You cannot train them until they quite literally break. Or else serious permanent damage could occur, and then you'll have no successor at all!"

"Ow! Right I know, I'm sorry. I don't mean for him to break his bones so much, he still doesn't have full control over One for All."

"That's no excuse, it's your job to teach him. I know being a mentor is not your strong suit but at least try to do better? Or else I'll stop healing him and he'll have to recover the old fashion way." She scolds, All Might simply bows his head in embarrassment.

As she should, I love you All Might. But you suck as a teacher, even though you don't mean to. I know he won't change, but it's satisfying seeing him get scolded nonetheless.

"No more sparring for you two tonight, you both will have more time for that later. You guys have gone through a lot the past few days, and the last thing you students need is a sports festival, but apparently my word doesn't matter as much in those kinds of meetings."

Which is stupid. She's just as much of a hero and an important staff member as anyone else, if not the most important. Half of the school would be long dead without her, how idiotic.

"Now go home! I don't want to see any of you here again for a long while." Recovery Girl berates, basically shooing you all away.

"Thank you for everything." You say, bowing. Which you truly and genuinely convey with your tone, and the old sweet woman couldn't help but be slightly taken aback by your thanks.

She has saved my life so many times, and the life of my friends and teachers. Yet I have never seen anyone in any of my lifetimes truly thank her for her work, I know it's her job but...

She has no idea how much I owe her.

"Thank you, Recovery Girl."

She goes in to pat your head, giving you a comforting and thankful smile. "You welcome dear."

The three of you walk out of the building, and into the dark night sky. A chill breeze occurs while you look up in awe, the crisp spring evening sky was always so breathtaking. A blanket of stars that stretched into forever, both beautiful and peaceful.