My Hero Academia: EMTs

Not Accepting Good for Nothing

Tori:

So... Henry made up his mind, huh? Honestly, maybe I should hurry up and decide, too. If he's going EMT, I should probably follow so we can stay together—oh, right. They said they'd be separating us during classes no matter what...

I walk down the halls of UA alone, looking for Recovery Girl's office for my appointment with her. I heard my brother's appointment was more of a look into his condition—which is great. He needs all the help he can get despite appearances on the battlefield.

Me... I have my own concerns. First, I'm not tough; Henry is the muscle, and people figure that out quickly. Second, well... well, we will be getting into that today.

I find the office pretty quickly- not that I'm not worn out from all the stairs getting to the twentieth freaking floor- IN UNIFORM! I hate all these teenagers running around me with powers that bypass the stairs or fly. If someone is actually with their class, they have to walk like normal, but going between, they can use minor tricks as long as they don't cause chaos. This is great; I can walk when everyone else is walking, and when everyone else is doing tricks, I can walk. That's it- I can walk. Flesh fuze is supposed to be one of the most revolutionary quirks on earth, and I have to hoof it everywhere I go.

Welp- in I go! Wish me luck.

The nurse's office is a simple affair—most people would probably just look at the beds and the desk, but my eyes explore the medical charts all around me. On my left on the cabinets are charts of all the muscle groups and their members. They're broken down intricately, and I wander over to examine them. They're— actually kind of cool. Maybe a little gross to other people, but cool to me.

I carefully review the different images, noting the composition and any differences between this chart and the ones in my giant anatomy book- which is currently in my backpack.

An old lady's voice comes up behind me, startling me. "We provide lockers; you don't have to carry that book bag everywhere."

I jump and turn around, not realizing someone else was in the room.

"Oh goodness, you really aren't combat-ready," says an old lady as she walks over to me, her cane clicking on the floor. "I assume they told you where your locker was?"

"Not really, I..." Wait... old lady... purple visor, pink ear protection, giant syringe cane... I gasp. "Recovery Girl!"

"We meet at last," she says with a warm smile. "Well, I did see you at your entrance exam, but I was a spectator then." She straightens my collar and then steps back. I smile back at her. "Oh my goodness... you're actually kind of adorable," she says as I look away, blushing a bit. She chuckles. "Well, I guess today is the day I try to sell you on being an EMT like we planned. I was told your brother has already made up his mind- though if you don't make the same choice, I'll note his choice won't matter." She hobbles over to her desk and takes a seat behind it.

I pull a notebook from my bag and hold it to the nurse. "Autograph? Please?"

"I... my autograph?"

"Please? I remember your cartoons on health from grade school, and if I recall, you were a big-time hero of your own before All Might showed up."

She beams at me and takes the notebook. "To Tori... Yamada,"

"Thankyou... I mean for calling me Yamada and not Miles."

"It's your name now. You should not accept people calling you by the moniker of that monster... now- "from Recovery Girl, Nurse Chiyo Shuzenji, thanks for making an old lady's day." She hands the book back to me. "And perhaps you'll convince me to tell you a few stories about the old days before All Might became our symbol of peace and drove the villains underground- those were dark days indeed, but there were heroes even then."