Immortal BNHA

12 Medical Leave.

When Mydoria arrived back at his apartment, he headed straight for the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. As he lifted his shirt, he studied the new scars that marked his skin—reminders of his encounter with Endeavor. A small smile crept onto his face; he had achieved what many thought was impossible: a quirkless individual taking down someone with one of the most powerful quirks.

He had wanted to jump back into training right away, but Amy, his mom, and Recovery Girl had insisted that he take a three-week break at home with his family. Reluctantly, he’d agreed.

“Honey,” called Inko from the kitchen, “dinner is al—” Her voice trailed off as she looked up to see him in the doorway, shirtless. Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she saw how much his training had changed him. His frame was lean but toned, scarred but resilient. She quickly turned away, thinking, It's okay. He's my son. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.

“I’ll be right there, Mom,” said Izuku, unaware of her thoughts as he pulled his shirt back down.

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Izuku joined her in the kitchen, helping set the table as they settled in for dinner. Inko couldn’t help but steal a glance at him, still processing just how much he’d grown. Trying to push the thoughts aside, she asked, “So, how’s your training been going?”

Izuku took a seat, describing some of the intense training they’d undergone. “We’re covering emergency medical care, combat tactics, marksmanship, and quirk analysis.” He paused as Inko’s eyes widened in surprise, and then added, “And it’s not just me. Kacchan’s been training, too—he’s focusing on demolition and ballistics.”

Inko raised an eyebrow. “Ballistics?”

“Yeah,” Izuku continued. “Kacchan’s even developing launchers and recoilless rifles that use his quirk as fuel. And he built a glove that acts like a cutting torch, using his sweat for ignition. It’s pretty impressive.”

Inko shook her head, marveling at the sheer complexity of it all. “That’s… a lot to take in,” she admitted. Seeing her son so dedicated and capable filled her with pride—and, admittedly, a bit of unease at the dangers he was facing.

As the meal wound down, Izuku began clearing the table. “I’d better get ready for school tomorrow,” he said, giving her a soft smile before heading to do the dishes. A sense of normalcy settled back into their home as he finished up, but as Izuku retired to his room, he felt both the weight of his scars and the warmth of being home.

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As Izuku Midoriya approached the front gate of Aldera Junior High, he could feel the weight of countless stares settling on him. Whispers spread like wildfire, and he couldn’t ignore the curious and even admiring looks, especially from some of the girls, who seemed to view him with newfound interest. Hanging from his jacket was his Purple Heart—a medal he hadn’t expected to draw quite this much attention.

“Is that... Midoriya?” murmured one of the girls, her eyes wide with surprise.

“He was gone for, like, two months, and he comes back looking... like that?” Her friend stared, jaw slightly dropped.

“Impossible,” another girl muttered, her gaze glued to him.

Just then, Izuku found himself face-to-face with Miko Hadada, the president of the student council. Miko, who typically maintained a composed expression, looked more than a little curious.

“Midoriya,” she said, eyeing him carefully. “Where have you been for the past two months?”

“Training with the U.S. Marine Corps, ma’am,” Izuku replied respectfully.

“The Mar—wait, is that... a Purple Heart on your jacket?”

Izuku nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I received it after successfully taking down Endeavor in a training exercise. I’m on three weeks of medical leave to recover from some burns from that exercise.”

Miko’s eyes widened in shock. “WHAT?! You took down the Number 2 Hero?”

By now, the whole courtyard had fallen silent, and everyone was staring at them.

“Technically, yes, ma’am,” Izuku answered, “though I couldn’t have done it without my team’s help.”

A wave of disbelief passed over the crowd. “No way! Really?” a student asked, eyes wide with admiration.

Izuku lifted his sleeve to reveal the burn scars that still lined his arm. “Got the scars to prove it,” he said, offering a small smile.

“Wow,” someone whispered, clearly impressed.

Miko, looking both astonished and hesitant, cleared her throat. “Midoriya?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “Would you... like to go out with me sometime?”

Izuku blinked, caught off guard but smiling politely. “I’ll see what I can do.” They exchanged numbers, and Miko gave him a slight nod, barely containing her smile, before heading off. With her permission, he decided to keep the medal on, wearing it proudly as he made his way to class. Everywhere he went, students stared, still struggling to grasp the fact that their once “quirkless” classmate had taken on Endeavor—and come out victorious. Respect for him grew in an instant.

At lunch, Izuku devoured his meal, having ordered twice his usual portion. A few curious students joined him at the table, asking questions. Izuku shared what he could about his training, careful to keep classified details out, but spoke of his five-person fire team, explaining his role as the assigned medic. His classmates listened, enthralled, especially when he detailed how he’d subdued Endeavor, though at a high cost to himself.

“That was one gutsy move, man,” a classmate said, shaking his head in awe. “The Number 2 Hero taken down by you? He’s not gonna live that down.”

“I only did what was necessary to complete the mission. Heroes make sacrifices every day,” Izuku said simply.

“Still,” the student replied, “you’re made for this, Midoriya. You’d be a great hero.”

Izuku gave a modest nod. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

During gym period, more students approached him, asking how they might join the Marines like he had. Izuku promised he’d ask his instructors about opportunities, appreciating their interest but knowing how grueling the training had been. In the locker room, some of the boys asked if his burns still hurt. Izuku assured them he was okay, grateful for their concern.

Gym class itself was almost surreal, as his classmates watched him more closely, many doubting that someone with his strength and resilience could still be quirkless. He explained it was simply training—intense training anyone could try if they had the determination. Not everyone, he added, would be suited for it, though.

By the end of the day, Izuku had gained the respect of his classmates and the phone numbers of several girls who wanted to get to know him better. When he arrived home, he and Miko chatted on the phone for a while, exchanging stories and laughs. By the end of the call, he had his first date planned—an unexpected but welcome reward after weeks of intense training and recovery.