~ ⭐ 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 🌙 ~

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Aizawa sighed before opening the door.

There she was, in all her glory, the girl that had been stuck in his mind since... he wasn't sure himself.

(Y/N) Hoshi.

A reckless mess in his opinion.

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N E way

She was a moron with her heart in the right place, in his eyes.

"Aizawa!" she chirped, more than happy to see the tired teacher.

"Hoshi."

The black-clad male walked up to her bedside.

It was still quite early, they had lots of time before they had to be back at U.A.

The pair stayed silent as both parties observed the injuries of the other.

(Y/N) was looking a lot better than she had previously.

She still had some bandages here and there as well as her cast, but the bruises had been healing nicely.

They were no longer purple and blue and screaming in contrast with the Japanese girl's skin, but rather a nasty yellow that is still visible, just not as in-your-face as the previous colors.

Her cuts had also healed nicely.

Aizawa, on the other hand, was still bandaged up like a mess.

He looked like a half-done mummy.

Not enough wrappings to be a full-on mummy, but enough to make the thought come to mind when seeing him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked her voice kind and soft.

It was strange to hear it in such a way for the teacher.

He was used to her either excited, hyper, and cheerful tone or her serious, get down to bussiness, do not mess with me, kind of voice.
Not this soft, borderline loving, way she spoke. But it was nice, he would have to admit.

The way she spoke was attentive and gentle.

"My well being is none of your concern," he told her.

"Maybe not, but I'll still worry."

Damn.

Why did she have to be so heartwarming in that moment?

Aizawa could feel heat creep up his neck and he felt thankful for the bandages that covered parts of his face, praying that she couldn't see the slight flush along his cheeks.

"Zawa," she called.

Black eyes met (E/C) ones and she beckoned him to come closer, which he did although a little confused.

He sat down on the chair beside her bed and leaned forward.

It felt almost as if she was about to whisper him a secret of sorts like a child would.

Once in reach, (Y/N) kissed him on the forehead, a gentle golden glow encasing them both as his eyes widened at the action.

What the... he thought as he quickly leaned away from the young girl.

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After getting a good scolding from the teacher, as well as a strict call from Recovery Girl, the pair dispatched her from the hospital and made their way towards the famous hero school.

The car ride was silent not that either party really minded, but for the first time in a long time, Aizawa felt a loss of words.

He wanted to confront her about how her actions weren't necessary, but knowing her mindset, he knew she'd disagree.

A quiet sigh left him.

He was grateful that she healed him, but seeing how she was in so much pain the agonizing minutes after, he wondered if it was worth it.

To him, it wasn't.

He would never admit it, but he cared for his students, for his class, but he also cared for his co-workers. That included the tired female beside him.

So if seeing her sacrifice herself for his and others well-being during the mission wasn't enough, seeing her put herself in pain for him.
It put a nasty taste in his mouth.

To her, on the other hand, it was all worth it.

Yes, she was tired, but she regretted nothing.

It was draining to heal others, both emotionally and physically, but with the help of the sun, that wasn't much of a problem.

Though, (Y/N) knew he didn't approve.

That much was obvious from the harsh scolding he gave her only seconds after she finished.

But she would do it again had she needed to.

She would do it 100 times and never once regret it.

And what else was her time good for if she couldn't do what she wanted most anyways?