Mansion's Flower (COMPLETE)

Chapter 15: (Care)

Izuku was still sick, lying in bed with a fever, and the boys were doing everything they could to take care of her.

Bakugo sat at the edge of the bed, trying to look calm but clearly anxious as he glanced at her pale face. He handed her a glass of water, his voice softer than usual.

(Bakugo): "Here, drink this. You've got to stay hydrated."

Todoroki, who had been pacing around the room nervously, brought a damp cloth and gently placed it on Izuku's forehead.

(Todoroki): "This should help with the fever."

Kirishima returned with a bowl of soup from the kitchen, carefully setting it down on the bedside table.

(Kirishima): "You should try to eat something when you feel up to it. It'll give you some strength."

Denki was by her side, holding her hand and trying to lighten the mood with a smile.

(Denki): "You're tough, Izuku. You'll be back on your feet in no time."

Izuku's voice was weak, but she tried to reassure them all, her gaze moving from one boy to the next.

(Izuku): "You guys... don't need to fuss so much. I'll be okay soon."

(Bakugo huffed, crossing his arms.):
"Stop talking nonsense. We're not leaving you alone until you're better."

The boys spent the rest of the day rotating between taking care of Izuku and doing small tasks to make her comfortable.

They fetched her tea, adjusted her blankets, and even brought her some of her favorite snacks, though she was too sick to eat much.

By evening, they were all gathered around her bed, quietly chatting, trying to keep the atmosphere light for her.

Despite their teasing and competitive nature, they were united in making sure Izuku knew how much they cared. As they watched over her, they realized just how much her presence meant to them.

The bond between them grew stronger as they took care of her, each of them silently promising to be there for her whenever she needed them.

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Meanwhile, across the city, Toshinori Yagi sat in his car, nervously gripping the steering wheel.

The private investigator had confirmed everything. Izuku was indeed his daughter, the same little girl he'd left behind years ago when he made the most difficult decision of his life. Now, he was on his way to see Inko-his wife, the woman he had been forced to leave, and the mother of the daughter he had lost touch with.

When he arrived at Inko's house, his heart raced. He knocked on the door and waited. Moments later, Inko opened it, her expression unreadable.

They hadn't seen each other in years. She stepped aside, allowing him in, though the air between them was heavy with unspoken emotions.

They sat across from each other in the small, cozy living room. After an awkward silence, Inko finally spoke, her voice steady but laced with pain.