Izuku wakes up in a bed. This in itself isn't out of the ordinary, except Izuku remembers passing out on the USJ floor, exhausted and scared and happy to be alive. Now he's in a bed. Excuse him if he's a bit confused.
"Ah, you're awake." The grandmotherly voice of Recovery Girl says. Izuku cranes his neck to look at her. Bags hang heavy under her eyes, and more than a few strands of hair are out of place. She looks like exhaustion itself. “That’s good. The other teachers were beginning to worry.”
Izuku swallowed, “Am I going to get another lecture?”
Recovery Girl sighs, “I want to give you one, I really do. But if you hadn’t stepped in, there’s no telling how badly Mineta and Asui could have been hurt. Not to mention All Might.” She puts her clipboard down and fixes him with a stern stare, “Just this once, you’re lecture-free.”
Izuku sighs in relief, then realizes part of what the nurse just said. “All Might?” He sits up further despite of the wooziness that washes over him, “Is he okay? Is he in a hospital? Is he-“
A voice speaks up from the bed beside him. “My boy, your worrying is going to wake me up.”
“Sorry.” Izuku apologizes, then realizes that he knows that voice. He turns around to see All Might looking more like a walking bandage than a man. “All Might!”
The hero cracks open an eye to look at him. His mouth pulls into a smirk. “Hello, young Midoriya.” He closes his eye and sighs. “I did a real number on myself back there. How’s it on your end?”
Izuku gives himself a quick once over. His right arm is in a cast, plain white plaster catching in the setting sunlight and making him squint. His legs seem fine though, which’s a miracle in itself, really. He still remembers how it felt to have his legs flop around like his bones were jello. To be fair, with the stunt he pulled he pretty much did turn them to paste. “Uh, not too bad.” He purses his lips, “I can walk?”
All Might puffs out a laugh. “Well, that’s more than what I can say.” They share a weak laugh at that.
Recovery girl looks between the two of them and sighs. “You, mister,” She points an accusing finger at All Might, “are a horrible influence. I pulled up Midoriya’s medical record from before he entered Yuuei. Do you know how many broken bones he had before he came here?”
Izuku probably should save his mentor from the incoming rant, but the dizziness gets to be too much and he plops back into bed. Maybe All Might will avoid it without Izuku’s help. Either way, he listens to the conversation and shuts his eyes. He can’t see anything, but All Might sounds sheepish when he answers.
“...Two?”
He hears the smack of a clipboard hitting a desk. “None! Not a single broken bone! And in the few weeks he’s been here, he’s broken over half the bones in his body!”
Yikes. Izuku hasn’t put much thought into that before. He hopes his mom doesn’t know-
“Mom!” He exclaims as he shoots up in bed. “Does she know-“
“Principal Nedzu called her himself to update her on your condition.” Recovery Girl soothes, guiding him into lying back down with a gentle hand. “It’s almost seven, now that you’re awake, you’ll be able to go home.” She shoots a look to All Might, “I can’t say the same for you, however.”
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A Wallflower's Thorns
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya/96,438 words Maybe one day he'd be unafraid to tell people that he existed. Stand tall and announce that he was, in fact, there. For now though, he was more than content going day to day, weaving past his classmates and having them no...
