BNHA Boys x FEM!Reader

133: Physio

After fighting with Ectoplasm for a while, you're starting to get the hang of it. At the end of class, Aizawa pulls you aside.

"Good work. You've made a lot of improvement in just one day."

You grin up at him. "Thank you, sir-"

"It's still not even close to being an ultimate though."

"Yes, sir..." You groan and feel your shoulders slump.

"You're not comfortable enough with controlling them. They need to be like a second set of arms. If you really want to be a Hydra, you'll eventually want more than just two."

"That would be super cool..."

"I'm giving you extra homework." Aizawa gives you a hard stare. "If you can do it, you may be able to pass the exam without the use of your palms or soles."

"I'll do it!"

"These next few days, I don't care what it is. Brushing your teeth, picking something up, waving goodbye, use your water heads for it."

"That's a great idea! That way I'll be able to get more used to controlling them... It's like learning to do gymnastics... You can't just start with the flips... You need to be able to stand, then walk, run, and jump!"

"Weird. It's like looking at another Midoriya." Kamimari says from behind you.

"Yeah, normally it's him doing the muttering." Kirishima says. "Sick new move, Y/n!"

"Now you're looking more like a Hydra and less like a fish." Sero says.

You thank the boys, and Aizawa sighs. "It'll be tough work, especially with your quirk physio. Speaking of, it's almost time. Hurry up and go get washed up, so you don't stink for Recovery Girl."

"Right! On it!" You thank him, wave goodbye, and rush off to the locker rooms.

When you get to Recovery Girl's office, you remember what Aizawa said, and try to use your new move to open the door. It barely works, and when you step in, Recovery Girl seems unimpressed.

"What are you making all that racket for? Why'd I heal your hands if you're not going to use them?"

"Sorry! Aizawa wants me to practice for an ultimate move in case we can't get my hands and feet sorted out before the provisional license exam."

Recovery Girl sighs. "Can't you wait until the next time they hold it?"

"No way!! I've already fallen behind!" You set your bag down. "What are we doing today?"

"For starters... Take your shoes and socks off and sit down on the cot. I want to take a look at the scarring in both spots."

You do as she says, and try to twist your leg, so you can see the bottoms of your feet. "It's not too bad, right? I mean, they look a bit rough, but they're not that bad... Right?"

Recovery Girl doesn't say anything for a minute as she looks over the scarring. "You really are lucky he didn't burn you any more than he did. If he had burned your hands and feet like he did on your arm..." She sighs. "Well, it's safe to say you'll never generate water from that handprint of skin on your arm again."

Looking down at the hand-shaped scarring poking out from your uniform sleeve, you frown. "I guess it's good I never really did in the first place..."

"Things could have turned out a lot worse." Recovery Girl spends the next hour guiding you through exercises and eases you into generating water. She has you start with only tiny drops of water on your soles and hands. It hurts, but it's happening at least. Relief washes over her face when she sees the water make its way out.