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Chapter 12

A problem with your quirk became apparent as you stared at the door of the dorms as it opened. Toshinori came in just as he had the other morning, suited up in semi-formal wear. Meanwhile you had on one of the most casual outfits possible as you nibbled on some sweet bread. As you stared at him though, you stopped eating the sugary confection.

After last night with Aizawa you had used up all the vitamins and proteins that you'd managed to cram into your body over the course of a day. Unfortunately it wasn't like you could stockpile the ingredients you needed like Yaoyorozu could. Where she relied on lipids, fats and oils at a more molecular level, and thus could potentially tap into the fat storages of her body, you needed proteins. Proteins didn't hang out in the body nearly as long as fats; proteins and other such nutrients weren't stored the same way. They had a tendency to either be converted into fats for storage or dumped out in the restroom. Which really didn't help when you needed a fresh supply of them to help build other people new organs.

Your smile dropped when you realized that the sweet, delicious thing you'd made to eat today was among the worst choices you could have made. All it would do was take up room in the limited space known as your stomach. Finishing the bite you'd had right before he walked in, you looked down as you lowered the pastry, pouting for a moment. Then as you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself while looking back up to the former number one hero, you smiled at him. Considering the dire or concerned look on his face you had to say your own smile probably hadn't been convincing.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

"No. It’s not that. You just came on a day where I'd kind of chosen food that's less than useful," you told him honestly, waving the confection a little. "If you want you can go up while I make some real fuel."

"Want any help?" He offered.

"No it's --"

"Eh, All Might?"

What was it with you getting cut off with someone noticing that he was there? You bit your tongue, metaphorically speaking, as the Angry Boy walked up from behind you. He'd been in the kitchen eating a balanced meal...that little show off.

“What are you doing here?”

Seriously, did he use that disrespectful tone with everyone? You stared at him with a third party horror as he stared up at Toshinori even from a good distance away. Bakugo had the oddest look between anger, surprise, and respect. Considering how he acted towards everyone else in the school so far, minus Aizawa, seeing even a hint of respect on his face was like seeing the holy grail. Even if it was from a distance. Seeing him in the same area as a man that was a foot and a half taller than him, coupled with his expression, also made Bakugou look so much like a younger kid. It was almost amazing.

You snapped yourself out of the pseudo-trance and went back into the kitchen. You had a cabinet in there that the student had so far left alone. Not that you kept food in there that would have been very appealing. It was all protein shakes, meal replacement bars, and vitamins in as natural a powder or pill as you could get them. The supplies would have made a bodybuilder or pro athlete proud. Not exactly something that High School kids would have really been into.

You mixed up your work smoothie. You had a lot of practice mixing and matching the different powders based on taste and nutrients provided. The ease at which you were able to mix things up made it easy to eavesdrop on the two blonds.

“I’m here to see Miss Shuzenji.”

“Why?” Bakugo asked in a rather aggressive tone. Though you couldn’t see it, his eyes narrowed as a disturbing thought crossed his mind. “Don’t tell me the two of you are dating. Is that how she got this cushy job?”

If he hadn’t been talking to his former role model, he might have gone farther than that. He would have added something about how the very idea of that pissed him off. Though from the way he started to seethe, All Might could guess that he was thinking somewhere along those lines. The older hero’s frown highlighted his skeletal appearance.

“Young Bakugou, that’s an unflattering thing to think of her!”

Was popping into his hero form for the few seconds it took to say that necessary? No. And the blood that spewed out of his mouth was a cherry on top given the situation. You hung back as you gulped on your mixture, forcing the thick consistency down as best you could. You watched the interaction between the passionate quirk users a bit longer before getting closer.

“So if it’s not that, then what?” The blond demanded.

Spankings would do him a world of good. That’s all you were saying.

“She’s helping me,” Toshinori said in a more even tone; compared to his heroic defense of your honor at least.

Bakugo went quiet. You blinked in surprise. The angry boy seemed to understand very quickly what Toshinori actually meant. He looked back at you momentarily but made a dismissive tone. Though you couldn’t hear what Bakugo muttered out, you did see Toshinori put his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. And you heard what the former number one said to the aspiring student.

“Even in my prime, I relied on other’s support. Without them I never would have succeeded as well as I had for as long as I had. If you want to prove that you deserve to be at the top it wouldn’t hurt to acknowledge and use the support systems all around you.”

Bakugo stayed quiet at that. Toshinori squeezed the boy’s shoulder slightly before continuing over to you. Your smile was far more genuine as you walked with him towards the elevators. All the while gulping down the shake you’d made. It was nice to know that even someone as mighty and famous as All Might had people behind the scenes helping him. More so that he was willing to admit to it. It wasn’t often that hero support was given as much recognition as they deserved.

Once you and he were on the second floor you spoke up. “Who was your go to person?”

He looked surprised. At least as far as you could tell from beside him. So you decided to smooth over your question. It wasn’t like you wanted to pry. You had just brought it up as a way to make conversation.

“You lectured Angry Boy about relying on others,” you supplemented. “And made a point to say that even you relied on others. So I was just curious who you went to.”

By that point, you and he had gotten to your door. Toshinori opened and held the door for you as he began to answer your question.

“Back in my younger years, I knew a guy called David Shield. He didn’t have that strong of a quirk but he was brilliant. He was the one that created a couple of my original costumes. Afterward he became my first sidekick. For a while, I thought we even shared the same dream. When I returned to Japan, he went to work on I-Island and things gradually changed between us.”

Based on how somber his tone had gotten at the end, you were going to assume it wasn’t a good change. Vaguely you remembered something about I-Island and villains happening earlier that year. You’d have to look into it later. For now you kept quiet while you prepared a space on your bed again. As you bundled up your covers, you decided to inform him of the differences.

“Today will be a little different,” you started. “I mean...it’ll feel different for you. Last time I went in, it was to try and understand and map out the damage. This time I’ll be correcting and rebuilding. There’s a good chance you’ll feel some discomfort. Maybe even pain. You’ll need to stay awake so you don’t move about though.”

Toshinori nodded as he sat on the bed. You could see the massive, angry looking scar along his left side. Considering how much of his body it actually took up it really was a miracle he’d survived the initial wound.

You moved over to the side of the bed and got under the sheet before removing your top. You still had on a well structured bra as you weren’t starting on his lungs yet. You gripped the sheet up high to cover you as Toshinori laid behind you. Even though you were pretty much all covered up, your skin flushed in embarrassment. You were used to having your clients exposed and using your hands to help them. Even after helping Aizawa and Toshinori in your bedroom as you were, it was still embarrassing.

Squeezing your eyes closed, you scooted to the middle of the bed. You waited for a moment before clearing your throat. It was a sort of signal that you hoped he understood. While you could just as easily scoot the last couple of inches over to the side he was on, you wanted to make sure that he was comfortable too. He was going to need to stay a while in the same place. So you wanted him to scoot to the middle and arrange himself in whatever way was comfiest for him. If you scooted all the way over you kind of took that opportunity from him.

“Oh, right. Sorry kid.”

“Not a kid,” you grumbled; it sounded petulant which didn’t help your case.

The tall man chuckled from behind as he scooted in closer. Was that awkwardness you sensed from him? Or was that just your own emotional state making you feel like he was reflecting it back at you? Trying to push it from your mind you took a deep breath and let it out.

“I’m going to start repairing your stomach,” you told him. “I’ll start from the outside layers and work my way in. Once the stomach is reconstructed I’ll fix the nerves, veins, arteries and muscles, and everything else in the immediate area. After everything is connected I’ll break down the area the doctors repaired. So at the end you’ll actually be eating some of your old stomach. Hopefully you don't end up enjoying being a cannibal.”

You attempted a bit of humor at the end. Based on his silence you didn’t know how well that went over.

“I’ll need to take breaks every layer or two,” you told him honestly. “But you’ll need to keep really still even if I’m refueling so nothing sloshes around or tears off. Can you do that?”

“I know I might not look it right now but I’m tougher than you think.”

“You worked for years without most of your stomach and lungs…” you said as you started to poke into him. “I have no doubt you can handle this. I just wanted to front load you now because while I’m reconstructing, I can’t focus on answering questions or giving instructions. Just...remember...even if it hurts don’t move.”

He would need to be awake while you rebuilt an organ inside of his body. Considering how much it hurt to do it on your own body, you knew it wasn’t going to feel good for him. Unlike you, he was going to be completely conscious the whole time. He also needed to have the fortitude and self control to stay still. That was the downside to doing this outside of a hospital. There was no knock out gas, no pain meds, and no restraints.

Once you heard his sound of acknowledgement, you got to work.

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It wasn't that you were tired per say, not in the same way people got tired after running for a long time or working out. But there was a mental exhaustion about you as you finished for the day. While he suffered through pain and other such sensations while you healed him and thus didn't have to pay attention, you had to consider the structure of the organs and their many different layers. Somehow healing your own body had always been more automatic compared to reconstructing and healing other people.

You had to spend a lot of mental energy when you helped other people - constant focus and vigilance. His expression at the end had been worth it. You’d made the former number one hero in all of Japan almost tremble with joy.

“I’ve fixed all the damage to your digestive system but you need to treat it just like a baby’s...build up the tolerance for everything. Break in the new organ slowly,” you warned him.

Toshinori nodded slowly. You watched as his hand went to his torso. You’d told him about reconstructing his stomach and getting it running prior to starting. You hadn’t actually told him you’d be able to fix all his other digestive issues in the same day. A lump in his throat formed as he realized how full his abdomen felt now. As his fingers danced over the topical features he also realized something else.

“My scar,” he said in awe as he sat up, “it’s gone.”

He hadn’t noticed the mess left behind as he stood up. You watched while yawning as he felt around his body. You’d done a lot more than you said you were going to do that day. That included restructuring the muscles that had been damaged in the area and getting rid of the angry scar.

“If anything isn’t spaced out right, let me know,” you said as you sat up, holding the sheet to your body for modesty.

You didn’t actually need to wash down before retracting your tendrils. You hadn’t been removing any unwanted chemicals or acids from his muscle fibers. Though you were going to have to clean and remake your bed before you got to sleep. So you made a mental note about that instead.

“I reconstructed the muscles with the spacing Midoriya laid out...in great detail…” you emphasised with a laughing smile despite how tired you were.

“Mi-Midoriya?”

He sounded surprised. You looked at him for a moment. Was he about to cry or laugh? It was hard to tell. You nodded slowly to confirm what you’d just said.

“I didn’t tell him,” you said, holding your hands up in a ‘don’t shoot’ fashion with the sheet hanging off of your chest. “He actually came to me with a couple pages in a book filled with anatomical drawings after he saw me studying in the common area. I figured you said something to him a couple days ago.”

This time it was his turn to nod quietly. You blinked as you saw the smile on his face widen. You couldn’t be inside his head to feel the pride, joy, and relief flooding his system. Though you didn’t know it you’d given him the gift of more time - time he hoped to be able to use to fulfill his promise to train his protege. What you did see was that he swelled into his superhuman sized form with all of his righteous emotions.

You were glad that you were used to seeing half naked guys. Because in his happiness, Toshinori forgot that he still wasn’t wearing a shirt. When his form deflated you also noticed with pride that there hadn’t been a drop of blood on his lips. Then again he hadn’t been exerting himself.

“Hey, just because I got most things patched up doesn't mean everything is fixed. Your lungs are still damaged. And I want to check your heart at some point too.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said deferentially but with a smile on his face.

“I’m tapped for the day though. I need more time to study those organs too.”

You were going to veg on the couch for a bit. Maybe channel serf. Unlike the students who piled into the living room to watch from a large flat screen, you had a more modestly sized one in your room. It was one of the things you’d added after accepting the position. You got up from the bed, holding the sheet to your body, before slipping your shirt back over your head. Considering the look of awe and gratitude emanating from his shadowy features it was no wonder that your embarrassed flush remained.

“Shouldn’t you get dressed?”

Though it was nice to be appreciated, the intensity he projected was embarrassing. Not because it was something wrong or anything. You just weren’t used to it.

Other than that remark, you gave him as much dignity as you. You flipped on the couch while Toshinori buttoned up his shirt. Thankfully he didn’t have anymore pops of pride because the suit shirt he’d chosen this time hadn’t been made to fit his larger form. He’d have popped all of the bottoms and ripped the seams if he’d transformed again. Even for a second.

You watched from the corner of your eye as he paused at the door. His hand was on the door frame as he practically shook. It made you uncomfortable; not that he meant to do that but to see the former number one hero shaking in joy over having a semi-functional body made you uncomfortable. To think he’d gone these last couple of years so damaged. He’d protected and saved thousands of people while suffering every day.

“It’s okay,” you said quietly though you didn’t move. “I’m just doing my job remember?”

It was a white lie. You thought it might help him save face in this situation. You hadn’t been hired to act as a surgeon. In fact, what you’d just done had technically been illegal. You’d been hired to expand the kids’ view of the hero world and profession. To make them aware of everyday support services that they could use to maximize their efficiency. The most you were supposed to do was act as a medic in an emergency situation as far as actual healing went. You were not licensed to use your quirk as a doctor like your great aunt was.

Even if news of what you’d done got out, you’d like to see a review board punish you for helping All Might. Most of Japan would probably riot against the conviction even if no one knew you.

That was how you comforted yourself as doubt crept in. Thankfully he didn’t push the subject and made a dignified exist. Once he was gone you snuggled into your couch.

Right up to the point that someone knocked on your door a couple of minutes later.
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