Number 7

Thirty-Six: Nani???

A/N: The last few chapters are gonna have some manga/season 4 spoilers. Don't read if you don't want spoilers!

Akiyasu

A little over two weeks later, the students were now into their hero work studies. One pair of students that had caused quite a bit of trouble were Midoriya and Mirio, one of the top 3 students of UA, hero name Lemillion. They were working under Sir Nighteye, All Might's previous side kick. They had run into a scared little girl covered in bandages and asking for help. She resembled Shigaraki in a way, with pale light blue hair and red eyes. The man who claimed to be her father was identified by both Deku and Lemillion to be Overhaul, the leader of the Eight Precepts of Death. Fortunately, the two were smart enough to not engage the villain and reported back to Nighteye immediately. Now, Sir Nighteye was devising a plan. I didn't know much about it, but I knew both Eraserhead and Ryukyu were involved. Not only those two, but Deku and Lemillion under Nighteye as well as Ochako and Tsu under Ryukyu. I was left out of the plans due to my injuries, even though I was healed now and no longer needed bandages. Initially, I was irritated with being left out, but as I threw up into the toilet for the third time this morning, I realized I may not have been useful to begin with. The general feeling of unwellness had been plaguing me every morning for three days now. Assuming it was just the flu, I didn't bother going to Recovery Girl. But since this was the third day and I felt as though I was getting worse, I forced myself to get to my feet so I could get to the nurse's office.

Once I was dressed, I passed my mirror only to be greeted by a troll. My pale skin was even paler, making me look practically dead. My lips were void of color and my dark hair clung to my sweaty skin like glue. With raspy breaths and shaky legs, I managed to drag myself through the hall and to the elevator, taking it down to the main lobby. All the students were already in class, making me the last person in the building. The walk to the main campus would be even longer than the walk to the elevator and I already felt dizzy. Still, I trudged on slowly, eventually reaching the main doors of the campus and wandering inside, making a beeline for Recovery Girl's office. When I finally made it, the old woman jumped up from her chair and ran to greet me.

"Element! You look awful." She remarked, leading me to a chair.

"I feel awful." I mumbled back, relaxing into the chair and squeezing my eyes shut so I could ward of the spinning.

"How long have you been like this?"

"Three days."

"Hm. Well I can take your blood and run some tests, I might be able to get you on some antibiotics if it's anything serious."

I nodded but didn't verbally respond, choosing to keep my eyes closed while I fought off the urge to vomit again. She prepared her vials and needles.

~Time Skip~

After being given some kisses for my current symptoms, I left the nurse's office with a heavy weight on my chest. Could it be true? Is that really why I've been feeling so ill these last few days? Could she be wrong?

Even though I no longer felt nauseas, my stomach hurt anyway. Subconsciously, I stared down at it with curiosity. Do I get another test done? If she was right, who would I tell first? I would need support, but Aizawa was going to be very distracted lately with the plans involving the Eight Precepts and the little girl. I would have more support if I went to Hizashi first. That wasn't Shota's fault, we all knew from the beginning that being a hero meant we were going to be busy at times. Sometimes, when it's really inconvenient.

For now, I had to focus on getting a second test to confirm before I would bring it up to Mic. So, I went straight to my car and drove directly to my primary care doctor and only waited a half hour before she was able to squeeze me in. This time, she did a blood and urine test and the wait for the results was agonizing. Several time I caught myself glaring at the clock as if I could make it go faster. What a quirk that would be, right? Finally, the doctor came back in the room, several papers in hand.