Souls Hero Academia (Rewrite)

Chapter 13: Discussion

Disclaimer: I don't own My Hero Academia and Dark Souls, both belongs to their respective owners, Kohei Horikoshi and FromSoftware respectively.

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"As far I can tell, you are perfectly healthy... despite your earlier diagnosis." The granny sighed as she continued prodding the teen's leg. "How did your leg regenerate anyway?"

"I think it was something inside me?" Izuku replied, a huge, imaginary question mark hovering over his head. "Really have no idea why. Anyway, we still haven't introduced ourselves. My name is-"

"Midoriya Izuku. Yes, I know. Nezu made sure to give me your information as your... personal nurse..." The granny muttered, her grip tightening around her syringe-shaped walking cane. "If you haven't already realized, my name is Recovery Girl."

"Isn't that just a title?" Izuku made a face.

"Yes. I am still not comfortable sharing my real name with you." Recovery Girl harrumphed. "And that's putting it lightly."

Recovery Girl sighed again, but Izuku focused on the eyes behind the visor.

It looked tired.

"As much as Nezu owes me, his machinations and future plans are a bit too chaotic for my liking." The granny groaned and took a seat in her reclining chair. She then chuckled lightly, a slight grin forming on her face. "I know for a fact that the rat can achieve world domination in his own lifespan. But what he's doing now is telling, no?"

"Nurturing the future generation?" Izuku hummed. A noble goal for those in this life-threatening industry. If only more people were just like him. Minus the chaos, of course. Actually, plus the chaos. It was more fun that way.

"Looks like you're getting it." Recovery Girl smiled. "Underneath all that chaotic fur and fuzz, a heart of gold is all you can find."

She then groaned once more, her palm finding her face. "Still wish that the rat doesn't go and do... whatever the hell he's doing right now..."

At that remark, Izuku could understand. The mock villains were incredibly deadly against fledgling hero students. If he wasn't as strong or experienced as he was today, he was sure he would be nursing a few more injuries than just his formerly dismembered leg.

"Where is he, by the way?" Izuku tilted his head. "Actually, where are the rest of the staff?"

"Doing every teacher's worst nightmare." Recovery Girl snorted. "Grading results."

Izuku raised his right brow. He didn't really get it. It's not like he was a teacher or anything.

"But... isn't that easy?" At Izuku's words, Recovery Girl laughed.

"Take into the fact that there are about a thousand applicants, and all of them have to be heavily scrutinized." Izuku paled. Okay, that was actually a teacher's worst nightmare.

He'll fight Ornstein and Smough any day of the week. Just get him away from that kind of hell.

As the room fell into silence, Izuku lay on the bed, waiting until Recovery Girl signaled that he could leave; that's when the door burst open.

"IZUKU! MY BABY!" The sight of his mother, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall, interrupted Izuku's thoughts. "I WAS SO WORRIED!"

And like the woman had a high grade speed quirk, rushed towards Izuku and placed him in a bear hug of all bear hugs. He was pretty sure if his wasn't strengthened by the souls of those he felled, he would probably be sporting a broken spine right about now.