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~Midoriya Izuku.

My eyes snapped awake as I looked at the white ceiling above me. The awful scent of antibiotics and cleanliness drafted my nose. Yet even though I felt uncomfortable by the smell my body didn't make any qualms about it.

'Why am I here?' I questioned. Backtracking my previous actions. The bright light felt distracting so I quickly shut my eyes to concentrate.

'Kacchan blowing my book...A tunnel... That sewer villain...' I blinked as I remembered the incident. Being told to commit and attacked the same day. Then why am I in a hospital?

'...All Might!' I remembered someone with his figure punching the villain!

I couldn't be wrong, even if I was half-conscious how could I ever mistake him for another person? And his power, I felt the shockwave of the punch. He was the real deal. I looked at the ceiling in frustration.

'I met All Might in the flesh! Yet that's when I passed out, way to go, Deku.' I tilted my head as I raised my hands to block the glare...

I... raised my hands...

My...hand?

I looked down to my left to see a girl gripping my hand.

'Wait... WHAT?!?!' I shot up to look at the girl carefully. She appeared to be around my age with short brown hair, I couldn't see much of her face since her hair was in the way... and I didn't want to move it myself! That would be an invasion of privacy!!! Right??

However I knew she was at least sleeping, and her hand trembled ever so often, as if she was feeling cold. Yet her hands were warm, or was it my hands that were getting warm? Oh God, don't tell me I have sweaty palms?! I felt even more self-concsious of my current position.

'Why is she holding my hand?! Why is a girl holding my hand?!' It felt so weird, this had never happened to me before, what girl would ever want to hold hands with a quirkless? They'd rather ask Kacchan out to karaoke first.

Yet there was one right now holding my hand with her pinkie out. I had never seen her before, yet something about her was familiar. 'She's not from Aldera, I would've noticed such a pretty girl at least once.' I thought. I felt my face getting hotter as I stared at the pretty girl next to me.

'Get a grip man! Are you trying to get accused of being creepy??' I scolded myself.

I didn't want to wake the pretty girl up. Nor did I want to keep staring at her to be labeled as a freak so I looked out the window, watching as the sun was hiding behind some buildings. Left alone to my thoughts. Suddenly I heard an obnoxious snore. My head snapped towards the sound to see another person my age who was also sleeping, but instead, they were on the bed like me. Their silver hair shone from the lights and I wished my hand was free as I can take notes on his appearance and theorize on what his quirk could be. 'I wonder why he's in the hospital...'

My attention quickly went to the girl. 'Did she mistakenly hold onto my hands instead of the guy next to me?' That would make sense, I don't know her at all, maybe she was very tired and fell asleep here.

She also felt unnaturally warm, was she ill? Maybe besides waiting for her friend to wake up she was waiting for the doctor to check up on her. I mused, I knew the absurdity of both thoughts; why would she be in a hospital room instead of the waiting area if she was waiting for the doctor? I wouldn't know. Maybe the girl herself doesn't know that she's ill.

Which brings me to my first thought: 'Why am I not disturbed at the thought that I might get sick because of her?'

"..."

I peered at the brunette as she brought my hand closer to her face. Like REALLY close, I felt a shiver across my back as warm tuffs of air patted my fingertips.

It took a great amount of willpower to not scream and move my hands at that moment, and when I had become victorious, I quickly adverted my gaze away from her again, watching my blanket that covered my legs.

Sneaking a glance at the girl once more, I lifted up the blanket and gently draped it around her shoulders, watching as gravity took hold and it tumbled down until her entire body was hidden under the white cover.

'She shouldn't feel so cold anymore.' I hummed, relaxing as thoughts of possibly interrupting her sleep, making her feel warm because she actually wasn't sick in the first place or worst yet - making her feel uncomfortable at the thought that some stranger was watching her sleep - faded into the background.

Although I did feel a little guilty at the last one... I'll make sure to apologize to her once she wakes up.

Lost in thoughts, the sun had receded into the horizon, bringing forth night. I was quite surprised by how quiet the hospital was beside the machinery and occasional snores. Soon the door opened and an old lady walked in. My eyes widened as I glanced at her attire.

'That's recovery girl! Oh my All Might!! I can't believe I've met more than two Pro Heroes in person in one day!! ...Wait does All Might count?'

'Am I gawking at her? Does my face look weird?! Do I look weird? AM I WEIRD?!'

"Come on Izuku, talk! Okay, now say something interesting!!" I gulped, facing the pro hero who appeared surprised. Even though I was in the same room as her, I couldn't help but remember the girl who was delicately holding my hands, the girl who was covered by my blanket. My face felt red as I jolted upright.

"NO-NOTHING HAPPENED!!!" I exclaimed awkwardly trying to change topics. "Recovery Girl-sama! Why am I here? Did All Might bring me here?" I whispered, failing an attempt to search for him.

"That isn't the case, Midoriya... It was Uraraka here who brought you to me." I flinched at the call of my name.

'Of course, she knows your name. It would be mentioned on the medical chart. But did All Might leave me there under the tunnel?' I frowned at the thought of my idol leaving an unconscious middle schooler all alone.

'That was rude of him.' I glanced down at the sleeping brunette.

"Uraraka...san?" I murmured, learning something new about my supposed benefactor.

"Which is why I'm curious to why she's sleeping under your blanket." She reeled back the topic I was trying to avoid as I nervously looked away.

"S- she seemed to have caught a cold, when I woke up she was trembling although her hands were warm... s- so I used my blanket since it had my body heat to warm her up- oh my gosh that sounds worse out loud-" I rambled as I stared at Recovery Girl-sama who was contemplating on what I said.

With that momentary silence I thought back on what had happened earlier today. IF All Might did leave me under that tunnel, did she find me there hours after?

'Did she carry me all the way to Recovery Girl? How did she even know which hospital she was in?!' Still, even though I'm a complete stranger to her she carried me to the hospital...

'Does Mom knows?!' I gulped, prepared to change the topic once again.

"Recovery Girl-sama, does... my mom know?" I inquired. Was it a weird question? She is a busy lady she might not even remember the parent of a quirkless freak like me.

I heard an exasperated sigh as I looked at Recovery Girl who ambled towards my bed.

"Yes, your mother is aware of the incident, she was suprised but All Might reassured her that you'll be alright under my care." My eyes buldged out of my sockets, '..eh? EEHHH?!'

"THE All Might called my mom?!" I stumbled to form correct sentences, I felt ashamed at what I thought of him abandoning me under a tunnel. 'Did he use my phone to contact Okaasan?' I nodded at my thought, it surely made sense.

"...yes Midoriya, he was quite worried when he heard your quirk went out of control." Recovery Girl stated, but I heard the uncertainty in her tone. Even I was confused. "My quirk?" I whimpered at that phrase. 'I'm quirkless! How could I have a quirk??!' My mind flashed to the sludge.

I felt blood drain from my face remembering that suffocating event, I really hoped no one else ever suffered from that. 'Did All Might believe that sludge was my quirk?' I trembled at the thought, me with a quirk, how ludicrous. 'No wonder Recovery Girl-sama sound unsure.'

I felt the grip on my hand get stronger as the pretty girl- Uraraka-san, woke up. This time I was able to get a proper view of her facial features.

As I stated before, she had short brown hair with two long fringes at the front. Her small bangs were messy as she rubbed her brown eyes with her petite hands. Her nose was a slight red color as I realized she was sick, or at least showing signs of being sick. As she lowered her hands I noticed two pink spots on her cheeks.

'Was that?' I leaned closer inspecting her face but I quickly reeled back as my head felt warm, warmer than before. Looking out the window I took that brief moment to mentally scold myself.

'What was that?! I leaned towards a GIRL'S face! What was I about to do? Touch her face? Am I crazy! I never did those stuff before, why did I feel so comfortable around her? Is it because she saved me?' I peeked a glance at Uraraka-san as her pink spots were now red.

'But she looks really cu-'

"Hm? Deku-kun?" Uraraka mumbled, she still held a firm grip of my hand. Her voice was so pretty, but it sounded awfully familiar. But how could that be when I never saw her face? My heart fluttered before grounding into dust as it registered what she called me.

'De-deku... she called me... Deku. Was I wrong about her? Is she someone who was related to one of my past tormen- bullies?' I dismissed the thoughts.

'She looked so pretty... and she saved me! But why would she call me Deku? Why would she use honorfics? Does she like me or not?' I frowned.

"Ha, who would like a weak Deku..."

"Ah! I'm sorry for falling asleep! I was doing my homework but I got tired since Ectoplasam-sensei maths equations are difficult to solve! Huh why is there a blanket on me?" I looked at her confused.

'Why is she apologizing to me?! I'm supposed to be the one who apologizes! -Did she just say Ectoplasam... sensei!!' I glanced at her attire and was floored by what I saw.

'"Th-That's the UA's school uniform!! You're from UA?!" I looked up at her to be greeted with a look of concern. She soon casually lowered my blanket until it was sprawled across her lap. I gulped, feeling as if I just said something wrong.

"Deku-kun," I flinched at the name, especially how she said it so sweetly... it gave me mixed signals.

"Why are you acting so surprised?" It was my turn to be concerned, what did she mean? I wanted to ask her, but I kept silent. Uraraka-san quickly added to her question.

"Deku-kun, are you okay? Did the head wound from earlier made you delusional?" I felt hurt by her blunt words. But what head wound? I faced Recovery Girl who sighed, holding a file. 'Where did that come from?'

"Midoriya, you are at UA's infirmary. You are here because you got a concussion, and a gash wound by your head during sparring." I flinched at what I heard. None of these things I remembered doing,

'Did she swapped medical charts as a joke? I passed out because I was attacked by a villain!!' I raised my right hand to my head and I felt a bandage on my forehead. Solidifying her previous words... but it made no sense. I lowered my arm to see it... buffed.

It wasn't only buffed but the muscles were well made. And my usually scrawny hands were crooked and had scars on them... This couldn't be my body! I gaped at the major changes to my body, I felt like a stranger in what was supposed to be my body.

'How did I not notice these changes sooner?'

"What happened to me?!" I exclaimed, tears threatening to fall, what was this situation? I felt like I was missing something important.

"Deku-kun?" I flinched at that name again, 'Why does she keep calling me that?' Anytime someone referred to to that I felt a cold chill. Yet with her I feel like I'm enveloped in a warm hug, sitting near a fireplace in the middle of December... What a terrifying analogy.

"Please, don't call me that..." I whispered holding onto myself protectively.

"...I didn't wanted this to be the case, but it seems that Nezu was correct." Both us peered at the elderly as she continued, "Midoriya, it appears that you have a slight case of amnesia. Either from the concussion or the shock when a newer aspect of your quirk manifested..." I was completely stunned by what she diagnosed.

"Huh? De... You, you don't remember me?" Uraraka-san asked. I felt a little pained when I heard her voice. I looked down sadly.

"I'm sorry... Uraraka-san." I stuttered, cringing at my poor attempts of communicating.

"Midoriya, can you tell me the last thing you remembered. It would help me know how to handle things going forward." Recovery Girl-sama implored as I straightened my back.

'I can't tell her about Kacchan... But the villain... I already asked about All Might so it makes sense if I talk about that incident.' I faced the medical hero as I described what I remembered from that day. I wanted to skip the entire explanation entirely as I felt the my throat swelling from the memory. As I finished, I noticed Recovery Girl eyes turned stern and Uraraka's face looked... sympathetic?

Rather than sympathetic, her eyes looked as if she understood what I had went through that day.

"Oh De-... I know you were attacked, but I never realized it was this bad... no wonder you were so frantic when I got captured..." My eyebrows perked at her words, as I shuffled from the awkward silence that remained from her nearly calling me 'Deku'.

Recovery Girl moved towards the sleeping teen, who I guess was also from UA. not too long after two bots came in the room with a stretcher. After picking up the kid with relevant ease they left the room. I felt amazed by the sight. She soon turned back to me and then at Uraraka-san.

"I'll be back, I'm going to the room at the end of this hallway... Call me if you need something important."

"Okay Recovery Girl-sama." I hummed.

"Midoriya, I would appreciate it if you called me Recovery Girl...'-san', like normal." With that Recovery Girl left, leaving me with Uraraka.

"..." I looked in Uraraka-san's direction. We stayed quiet as an awkward silence fell upon us.

'What can I say to make this not awkward? This is my first time talking to a girl my age!'

"Sorry." I blurted, as one of her eyebrows raised and her doe-like eyes squinted ever so slightly alongside an innocent head tilt. "Hm?" She questioned obviously confused. I did just randomly apologized without stating why, of course she'll be confused.

"I-I mean, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Her face fluttered in curiosity as she casually leaned forward, her elbows on the mattress as she blinked. 'Was it a silent message for me to continue talking?'

"The blanket, you looked as if you were cold so I... used my blanket to... um warm you up, I realized that I should have asked for your permission first but you were sleeping and I didn't want to interrupt you from your sleep. So uh, that's why I'm apologizing." I explained, eyes widening as I realized that I began rambling once again.

But before I could apologize again soft, hearty giggles echoed throughout the room as Uraraka-san eyes twinkled at her sounds of mirth. Her shoulders were shaking alongside every bout of laughter that fled through her glossed lips, and although I was confused as to why she suddenly started laughing, I couldn't help the small smile that etched my features.

"That's- that's just like you to be so kind yet worrisome, don't worry Deku-kun I had a great sleep thanks to you." She smiled as her head gently rested into her palms.

I nodded slowly, noticing how my cheeks gotten puffier after she had smiled at me. Her tone and body language all pointed at her being comfortable with me so I tried my best to relax as well. There was also something else I wanted to say after I heard her refer to me as 'Deku' again.

"My na-name is Midoriya Izuku, not Deku. What's yours? I mean your first name!! Since Recovery... Girl-san told me your last name, wait please don't think I was being creepy!" I defended worried that I had ruined the joyous atmosphere by saying something I shouldn't. Yet she simply blinked, tapping a finger to her cheek before grinning.

"Ochaco. My first name is Ochaco." I smiled at that.

'Ochaco, Uraraka Ochaco... What a nice-sounding name. A name I don't remember...'

"...I have so many questions, like... Why did you call me 'Deku'? Recovery Girl mentioned that I have a quirk what did she mean by that? It's not like I have a superpower. Am I really a student here? Why was I sparring in the first place? Why can't I remember what happened? Why do I feel so strange in my own body? What caused these scars? Why are you so easy to talk to?" I sighed slowing down from my rant. I rested my head on the pillowcase as I watched the ceiling, swallowing more questions from uprising.

"Deku-kun," Uraraka-san grabbed my hand once again leaving her pinkie finger out. I was about to correct her on the name she called out until she began talking.

"Although I didn't catch on to everything you said, I can answer the questions I'm about to." I nodded as she gripped tighter, yet I felt no pain.

"I call you 'Deku-kun' because that's your Hero name. You told me that it was a name of ridicule, but I didn't think so at all! Deku-kun, your name gives me the vibes that 'you can do it' and ever since you accepted it you've proved just that! I don't know what is the reason you don't like that I call you that. And I'm sorry... but I wouldn't stop. Deku-kun, you're changing the meaning, to me, Deku would always mean that I can do it. Deku-kun is proudly a member of Class 1-A... so yes you are a student here." I felt the mood dampening. "...I'm at fault, I offered to be your sparring partner but Monoma asked for a match and things went out of hand..." I was floored, her speech shook all my reasoning.

'Deku... I can do it?'

'That insult, as a hero name?'

'WAIT!! HERO NAME!'

'I'm in Class 1-A, that's the hero course! I somehow made it to the Hero course!' I felt like I was hyperventilating. This couldn't be real, it had to be some kind of dream, right?

'But what does Uraraka mean by it was her fault? By what she's saying Monoma was the one at fault. Not her.' I didn't like hearing such a kind person blaming herself. Even if I had zero recollection of what happened, her being at fault felt... wrong.

"Don't blame yourself Uraraka-san, I don't like it when you do that..." I breathe, quickly raising my hands to my face to hide any traces of what I just said. "F-for-forget what I just said!!" I stammered.

"Hehe, I'll try Deku-kun." I felt an uncomfortable feeling pooling in my stomach but I didn't know why I felt that way. The door soon opened as Recovery Girl, walked in with a kit and the two robots following behind her.

"Uraraka, I need to give a check-up on Midoriya, however, he mentioned that you might be unwell I want you to stay back a bit so I can check on your condition before he transfers to the next room." I blinked at her words as Uraraka-san straightened upwards with a smile, although it looked smaller than the earlier expressions she displayed.

'Eh? I'm also being transferred?'

I looked back at Uraraka-san who nodded and shifted so she was facing Recovery Girl-san. I didn't had enough strength to question why she didn't move to the empty bedside next to me as the robots began to cleaned my wound. Then I weirdly got a kiss on the cheek from Recovery Girl.

I felt tired.

The robots easily lifted and rested me in a wheelchair, turning it around as I saw Recovery Girl holding different medical instruments, all for the purpose to know if Uraraka-san was ill or not.

It didn't take long, must be because she's a professional Hero Doctor, but the elderly woman simply took out some tablets and a small bottle of water from a cabinet and handed it over to the brunette.

"It isn't anything major, if I have to prescribe it its just the beginning symptoms of a fever or cold. This is because you were walking during heavy showers after sweating a lot of body fluids. Just to ensure it doesn't get any worse I'd advise you to drink some water before you sleep, keep yourself warm and visit me first thing tomorrow so I can check on your condition again." She explained as Uraraka-san nodded understandably with a small smile, stretching to reach for her bookbag.

"Deku-kun! Would you like me to walk you to your room?" Uraraka asked turning towards me with a smile as she adjusted her bag strap and opened the door for me to wheel through with the other.

«No, Recovery Girl said he has to sleep in one of the spare rooms for tonight.» A bot said while the other nodded.

"That's what I meant," Uraraka-san exclaimed with a poutish face.

'Cute.' I thought before whipping my head away with a massive blush.

"...I guess I'll see you tomorrow! See ya later Deku-kun!" Uraraka turned to give me a smile which I returned.

"W-Wait!" I called out holding her hand. She looked back at me confused as I quickly looked down feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Deku-kun?"

"Can I... trust you? I-I mean I'll allow you to call me Deku? But not today! I need to think about what you said first." I replied looking at the wall instead of her face.

"... That's alright, Deku-kun, and you can always trust me... cause we're friends!" She announced confidently.

'What?' I peeked in her direction to see her glowing, there wasn't an inch of her expression that didn't feel like the sun. My heart... felt weak as my cheeks began to burn at the image. Her radiant smile... and she said that we... were friends. 'This had to be a dream, it's too unrealistic not to be one.' I broke our eye-contact as I stared at my foreign hands.

"You're still calling me Deku..." I felt my heart pounding. Suddenly I was brought into a hug.

"Do you really not want me to?" She whispered as I felt like exploding, a girl... is whispering in my ears! Her breath is sooo warm, and we're friends! I'm friends with a girl!

"I-I don't mind... if you call me Deku..." I cringed as I allowed her to call me by a name that ridiculed me for 10 years... but, I want to trust her, trust this dream of mine. She said my Deku meant that I can do it... I want- need to see what she meant. Would I be able to really do it? Become a Hero?

"...Well bye, Deku-kun!" I looked up to see the retreating figure of Uraraka.

"Bye... Uraraka-san..."

«Please no PDA in the hallways.»

"What?! It's not like that!" I shake my head looking at my hand that was just holding Uraraka's... It was warm. I brought it up to my chest with a slight smile.

‹I can't understand why humans need love.›

"I said it wasn't like that!!!"

I huffed as we went through the door I'll be spending tonight in. I expected the room to be the simple classic design I grew familiar with. Instead I was greeted to hero merch. To say I was surprised was an understatement there were a few All Might figurines as well as other pro heroes, there was a poster with, I'm assuming, the top 10 posing - All Might standing proudly in the centre- as I squinted to see the dialogue.

"Get well, hero..." I repeated as I looked down at the bots in wonder. My star-brim eyes were reflected off their metallic parts as I adverted my gaze feeling slightly awkward.

"UA really is something, I didn't know there would be an infirmary that looks like... This!"

‹It was designed to suit your taste.› I blinked confused at the metal contraption. I didn't remember this... I frowned a bit. 'Was this another thing that I forgot?'

«Humans are such unfortunate beings. To have amnesia... us robots can replace the lost data with a backup file-»

‹But humans cannot,›

I flinched at their words as they compared my situations to theirs. A small line of sweat slid down my face as I peered at the hunk of metals.

"Weren't you two made by a human?" I inquired, cringing at the way the words came out. Both bots churned their heads to me as the blinking red light on their heads froze. My brain jittered with nerves as I felt like I said something wrong.

"Y-you don't need to answer that... W-we actually strayed from the topic," I paused holding unto my chest, I was having a conversation to robots made by UA!!! A shaky exhale left my lips as I reclined on my seat.

Suddenly, the red lights began flickering as the robots slowly nodded.

«The kid is right.»

‹...›

"...You mentioned that this room was designed for...me? Does UA do that for all students? That would be a hassle." I sheepishly rubbed the nape of my neck as the first robot began talking.

‹Midoriya, you've visited this infirmary more than all the second years in this institution. At that point a personal room seemed appropriate.›

My face lit ablaze as I unfortunately squeaked in embarrassment, I had a feeling being in the hero course of the best school, All Might's almer meter... it'll have a catch, but this??!

'Of course a someone like me would get injured during hero training.'

Midst my thoughts, I was once again lifted by the two robots as they tucked me into the surprisingly soft duvet.

«Sleep, even Artificial-Intelligence-Machines like us needs to cool our RAM, questions can be answered at a later date.» Chastised by the smaller bots I nodded slowly, tilting my head on the pillow as avoid the bandages on my head.

While I was making myself comfortable, my chaperones, if they can be called so, rolled out the room as the sounds of the retreating wheels on tiles and the ever quiet click of the door told me I was alone.

I rolled over, thinking of today's events... there were still questions I needed answers for. 'How did I end up in the Hero Course? Why does Recovery Girl insist I have a quirk? ...HOW DOES ALL MIGHT HAVE MY MOM'S NUMBER?!!!'

I sighed, turning to lie on my belly, there was also a window in my room, and I could barely make out the stars from the small crevice caused by the All Might themed curtains.

...

'...What an unrealistic dream.'

A/N:

Hello everyone! I AM BACK!

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