(Y/N) (L/N) is infamous around campus for being a medical intern. She's worked with plenty of superheroes from a young age curtesy of her infamous parents
A couple of days have passed and you pretty much returned to your usual duties. Most of the time, you spent with Recovery Girl in the infirmary room. There were also times you would be alarmed by the Justice Ministry to come in times of overwhelming causalities.
Your usual day consist of updating information on your patients. You were sitting by the window just writing down new notes.
"ALL MIGHT?! YOU AGAIN?!" Recovery Girl screeched out.
You jolted from your paperwork. Peeking through the curtains. You could see Recovery Girl nagging at All Might who looked at her with a sheepish look on his face. You laughed, you did see Recovery Girl bringing Midoriya with her. You were a bit surprised that All Might wasn't around.
"I apologize, Recovery Girl..."
You snorted, "Don't apologize to me!!!"
Recovery Girl had been alarmed to head out a couple of minutes ago. She left you in charge of the infirmary room while she went to assess what was going on. She laid Midoriya on the bed all bruised and broken. Poor boy had his attire burnt off badly. He just couldn't seem to get a break from getting himself thoroughly injured.
Your eyes zoned in on his body. Clicking your tongue, he needed to learn to keep his powers under control otherwise, you were going to end up planning his funeral and you hated that thought. After all, he did catch your attention.
Recovery Girl allowed you to lead the procedure. Now, she scolding the number one superhero.
"Young (L/N), will he be alright?" All Might asked, in his original form.
You gave him your million dollar toothy grin, the clipboard attached to your arm. "Not a problem, All Might-sensei. He'll have a couple of scars here and there but nothing too permanent."
He released a sigh of relief. Before you continued, a serious look on your face, "Although, I do agree with Recovery Girl-sensei. You ought to be a little more careful with your students."
He was about to respond but you stopped him.
"I know you are working to make them into superheros but they also don't have much experience. A little restrain will go a long way, sensei."
He didn't respond. Not like you wanted one anyways. The rest of the day was filled with the pen sliding off your reports.
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You should have known you were going to end up meeting someone from Class 1-A. Today just so happens to be the day your father didn't come to pick you up from school.
You stiffen as the Bakugou glared at every passing body. You could feel his growing hatred. His red eyes were puffy and seem like he recently cried.
"Medic chick." He grunted out as some form of greeting.
"It's (L/N)-senpai to you, Bakugou-kun." You replied.
He growled. You smiled, petting him on the hair. He smacked your hand away.
You bit your lips at his cute reaction. His cheeks lit up, and he was avoiding eye contact with you like swearing like crazy under his breath.
You really tried to get to him but he seem to have none of it. He got off of the station before you. You waved at him. Your smile widening when he simply raised his hand up without turning back to see your face.
That was progress. Definitely progress.
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