Aizawa burst through the door, not caring if he was breaking any hinges or cracking the wood in his wake. His hair was disheveled and his eyes bloodshot. He had just woken up from an hospital alarm--one that Recovery Girl had given him to alert him of one of his students getting a fatal injury or seriously maimed. 

His footsteps were loud as they ricocheted from the room. Beds were laying everywhere, leading his path, but curtains blocked some of them, cutting off some of his vision. He couldn’t just open every single curtain, especially if there were students asleep in them--it would be both unprofessional as well as breaking quite a few policies.

Thankfully, Recovery Girl could hear his frantic steps because she called out. “Far back, right side.” And off Aizawa was. He found himself pushing back the room’s curtains briskly and taking in his surroundings in an analytical fashion. He was ensuring the safety of his student as if there was a villain. He was interrupted by registering the green glow and cracks emitting from the student. His quirk was reacting to something, that much was sure. Aizawa felt a lump of bile rise in his throat the longer he watched. He slowly stepped towards where Recovery Girl was standing with a clipboard, checking vitals, furiously writing. 

He used this time to fully take in his student. 

Midoriya was laying on the bed, body stiff yet oddly slumped. A couple of his muscles were twitching, such as his fingers and arm as well as his left leg and foot. It was as if some muscles were being shocked and their reflexes were coming forth. Aizawa could see the bloodied bandages on the backs of his hands as well as some of the scars on his arms bleeding out slightly. The teen’s body looked so small wrapped up in the sheets, though it didn’t help that the kid looked a little too skinny than what was healthy. Aizawa knew of the teen’s habit of not coming down for meals but he had been informed that Midoriya was getting better about taking food up to his room before the teacher had the chance to actively step in. Midoriya would definitely be on sharp watch after this. 

What was really scary was how pale the teen was. His skin was so pale it was nearly bordering translucent. The bags under his eyes were large, and he was slick with sweat. Not to mention that his eyes were fluttering and his iris’ could not be seen. Rolled back in his head, all color was gone, leaving only the whites present. 

The monitor gave a sharp beep, signaling something had changed. Aizawa’s inference was correct once he noticed that Recovery Girl had immediately looked at the screen and started pressing buttons. Once the screeching noise calmed down, she turned to Aizawa with her face etched in worry. She gave a soft sigh before writing down the changes. 

“He was simply sitting here talking to me when he entered a frantic state--one I think was the start of a panic attack. But it escalated and nothing I did got through to him. He had clearly experienced some kind of neurological tipping point and it triggered something in his DNA that has affected the gene for quirks.” She spoke up. “As his current nurse and a specialized quirk rehabilitator, I’ve come across something that should be mentioned.” She paused, looking up. “I need to tell you this before I go and contact Inko Midoriya to speak with her about her son.” 

Aizawa nodded at her words, feeling a tense air within the room begin to form. It was thick and felt sickening. He glanced at the still twitching teenager lying unconscious on the bed and hooked up to a multitude of machines. He shifted his gaze back to the nurse, giving her his full attention. 

Recovery Girl flipped a page on her clipboard. “As you can see here--” She spoke, pointing to some data from his blood tests. She waited for Aizawa to stand next to her and reposition himself so that he could see what she was doing. “--his DNA shows low levels of white blood cells. Now this could be his body not making enough or it could do with the strange cells not listening to his body.” She spoke calmly, but stiffly. “She pointed to a different picture. One showing a blown up cell that was darker than the rest with a completely black nucleus. “This is one of his body’s cells turning black in color and withering away--you can see some of the internal functions of the cell not working as it should. I thought this odd--so I sent it to Dr. Kisou who is currently studying quirk cells in Andorra.” She flipped the page again. “His report concluded that the nucleus of the cell harbored a small, unknown organelle that was eating away at the DNA and inserting totally knew genetic information.” She paused. 

Aizawa was flabbergasted. He felt ill from the news but also nervous and curious. “So essentially his cells are re-writing his DNA?” 

“Yes. But what’s interesting is that these cells are specifically targeting the quirk gene.” She pointed to a paragraph detailing Dr. Kisou’s observations. 

“So it’s eating at his quirk.” He comments, brows furrowed as he tries to understand. 

“No, it’s strengthening it.” 

Aizawa blinked, brain even more confused. His mind was officially swirling a mile a minute and he couldn’t find any means to express his thoughts into words. The only thing he knew for sure was that whatever this meant, it wasn’t good whatsoever. 

Recovery Girl didn’t even bother to glance at Aizawa and simply opted to continue. “I looked into Midoriya’s pediatric doctor who spoke to him regarding his initial quirk consultation. And oddly enough, the doctor and files were gone. Currently someone at the Commission is working on finding both the doctor and the lost files. Nonetheless, I was able to do some further research and one of his second opinion doctors confirmed they remembered Midoriya as a child--something which was both odd and welcome at the same time.” She paused, flipping to the back of the clipboard. “She only remembered him because he was one of the three quirkless kids she has ever seen in her career so far.” She stopped this time, pointing to the foot x-rays and genetic testing that the second doctor had maintained on file. The information was nearly indisputable. She then gave the full clipboard of data to Aizawa for him to shift through. And she walked to her desk to look at more papers. After a couple minutes of silence, she found what she was looking for and picked it up. 

“So Midoriya was initially quirkless, therefore his cells do not have a functioning quirk gene.” She starts before holding up the paper in her hands. “Here is the full analysis of his body and quirk--since his files went missing, it isn’t the original but this shows the recent progression of his cells as is.” She flips through the packet. “It has some interesting information on it--leading me to believe the most sound conclusion would be that Midoriya got his quirk from somewhere in the past year or less.”

Aizawa’s blood went cold, feeling like ice in his body. He resisted the impulse to look behind him and at the bed of the sleeping teenager. Was Midoriya the UA Traitor? Aizawa needed to talk to Nezu and fast. 

“I believe that his body was not adjusted for the quirk, especially since it wasn’t his own. So when he started using it full time, it began eating away at his body. I have some other ideas on the situation but would rather get them confirmed first. But what I do know is that this quirk is slowly taking over his cells and rewriting the DNA so that the quirk completely matches him. Dr. Kisou also believes that the rewritten cells are unable to function properly and so white blood cells are attacking them.” She spoke firmly, making eye contact with Aizawa. The underground hero’s bloodshot eyes were glowing bright red, showing his inner turmoil and focus. She leaned over her desk to hand him a packet. He grabbed it, scanned it and sat down at the seat opposite of her desk. 

He was slumped down, mulling everything over. 

But Recovery Girl was not finished. “Do you remember when I got permission from Inko Midoriya to send off her son’s medical file from UA to gauge his reaction to the anxiety medicines?” 

Aizawa nodded, mind burning with the news he was receiving. He didn’t think he could take much more before having time to completely digest all this information. 

“Well Dr. Usiju obtained a case similar to Midoriya’s and found out--” 

She was cut off by the sound of both vitals dropping and a door slamming open, being ripped off his hinges.