"I Love You."

"Todoroki, can you hear me?"

Todoroki's POV

"Overwork?"

"Mhm," Recovery Girl confirmed, placing a damp towel on Izuku's forehead. "His body was stressed, and tired. He didn't have the proper energy to continue through the day, and he was severely dehydrated."

I nodded, and sat down on the chair beside Izuku, running my thumb over his palm in soothing circles.

"Aizawa," Recovery Girl said, turning towards the man who was standing beside her, his eyes focused on Izuku. "I am excusing Izuku from school for two days. He will remain here, in my care, but you have to remember to not push your students too hard, and to make sure that they are staying healthy."

Aizawa nodded and sighed, running a hand down his face. "Apart from stress, what else caused this?"

"Well, his body was dehydrated and malnourished, and he didn't seem to have any food in his system. However, my main theory is that he overexerted himself in hero training, and his body couldn't contain the backlash," she stated, eyeing Izuku. "I don't believe that there is anything wrong with his eating, so I'm confident that he doesn't have a disorder. Trust me, Aizawa, he was just tired."

Aizawa eyed Izuku for a minute before sighing and nodding. He was walking towards the door, about to leave, but at the last second he turned around, watching me closely.

"Todoroki," he stated, and I stiffened at his tone. "Look after Midoriya."

I sighed and nodded, relaxing.

As he walked down the hall, I heard Aizawa groan and mutter 'Damn, these problem children,' the sentence making me snicker.

I turned back to Izuku, gripping his hand and bringing it to my lips. I closed my eyes, feeling the rough skin of his scars, but knowing that they were beautiful nonetheless.

"Todoroki." Recovery Girl called, her voice making me open my eyes.

I lowered Izuku's hand and turned to her. "Yeah?"

Recovery Girl bit her lip and then walked to the other side of Izuku, lifting his left arm and turning it so his wrist was visible. She looked up at me, and my eyes widened, because there was a pink scar that ran from his elbow to his wrist. I stood and walked next to Recovery Girl, taking his arm from her and running my fingers down the thin scar.

"Where did he get this scar, Todoroki?" She questioned, looking up at me.

I shook my head, looking at Izuku's relaxed face and then back at the scar.

"I-I don't know."

Recovery Girl nodded. "I suggest that you talk to him once he wakes up."

I nodded my head, sadness and guilt filling my stomach as I studied Izuku's facial features again. He looked so relaxed, so at peace –

"Yeah," I muttered, sighing and running my hand through my hair. "I will."

Recovery Girl did not reply, but nodded before walking away back to her desk, closing the blue curtain so that no one could see Izuku and me. I silently thanked her for the privacy.

Running my hand along the thin white blanket that was laid over Izuku, I sat down in my chair, taking his limp hand again and running my thumb over his scarred knuckles.

So many things were flying through my head, so many situations, and so many different outcomes, that I felt sick in my stomach. I stood quickly, rushing out of the infirmary and down the hall towards the bathroom.

Not caring if other people were watching, I ran towards the back stall and heaved, my arms weak as I lost my lunch and breakfast. Strangely, I felt some comfort while throwing up, but I shook my head, because no, that comfort wasn't good and I was over that phase now. I can't go back to the way I was, I can't keep hurting Izuku, Aizawa . . .