Everything Is Falling Apart ( But At Least I Have You)

Inko Midoriya

The world swam in and out of focus as Izuku regained consciousness. The first thing he noticed was the familiar sight of the infirmary ceiling. It was eggshell white and had a random splattering of blue paint on it. Izuku wasn't sure why it was there, he had asked Recovery Girl about it after the fourth time he woke up in the same bed under the same blue spot, but she didn't know either.

The second thing Izuku noticed was that his head felt extremely cold. It took a minute for his brain to catch up with the events which happened before the surgery. The face of Tanaka swam to the forefront of Izuku's mind. He was bald until Tanaka's quirk came into effect and he regained all of his lost hair. 'Great!' Izuku grumbled in his head. He just knew that his friends were going to do their utmost to make fun of him.

The final and third thing of significance that Izuku noticed were the voices of Recovery Girl and Aizawa not too far away from him. It was a bit of a struggle for him to connect the words into coherent sentences, but finally, Izuku got the gist of what they were saying. The device had been removed and handed over to Power Loader for further inspection. Izuku should be fine to leave the infirmary within the hour and he was still able to leave UA's grounds to visit his mum the next day.

"How much longer should he be asleep? All of his friends are badgering me about letting them see him," Aizawa grumbled. He did an excellent job at disguising the fondness he held for his students.

"The poor dears. They must be worried sick. It wasn't long ago that he was returned after being kidnapped. I'd want to see him as soon as possible as well," Recovery Girl sighed, "When he wakes up I'll keep him for observation and then a member of your class can come and collect him. He can't walk back on his own today. Also, I think it would be best if he slept in somebody else's room for tonight, just so that they can keep an eye on him in case something happens in the night."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Aizawa sighed, "We haven't finished preparing the extra room for him yet, so he's been sleeping in Bakugo's room."

"Extra room? Ah, of course, Shinso is in your class now, isn't he? How much longer do you think the room will take to prepare?"

"It'll be done by tomorrow."

"Marvellous." Recovery Girl beamed before she started ushering Aizawa out of the door, "Now, young man, you should go and lie down and go to sleep. I've noticed that you're looking more tired than usual. Don't push yourself!"

Before Aizawa can get a word in edgewise, Recovery Girl had pushed him from the room with strict orders to go to sleep for a full eight hours, if not more. Izuku won't deny that it was amusing to watch his teacher being mothered by the school nurse. Aizawa was always so stern and dour, watching as Recovery Girl reduced the man to a blubbering fountain of excuses was hilarious.

"Now that's done, you can stop pretending to be asleep, Deary. Come, I'll help you sit up," Recovery Girl said. She suddenly spun around with grace you wouldn't expect from someone of her age and started marching towards Izuku's bed.

"I wasn't pretending to sleep, I simply wasn't alerting you to the fact that I had woken up. There's a difference." Izuku sassed blearily.

"Of course, Dear," Recovery Girl hummed, "There you are, sit up straight. There's some water on the bedside table there. It's currently six pm, so a few of your friends might try to visit once Aizawa tells them that you're awake. Do you want visitors?"

"Yeah, I want to see them," Izuku sighed tiredly.

"Ok, you just tell me if you get too tired. I'll let them in when they arrive, ok?" Recovery Girl said. Izuku hummed in reply, still too bleary to verbally reply properly.