"Hello?" You called out as you entered the seemingly empty room. Sekijirou had sent you down to medical for some bandages to patch up the poor kid who had to spar with Ibara and her vines. But when you got there Recovery Girl was nowhere to be seen.

"Hellooo..." You stepped in to further investigate. Maybe you could just search around and leave with the bandages.

However, your plans were frightened off when you noticed a kid in one of the medical beds, the curtains barely hiding his figure. "Oh my god, you scared me," You gasped, hand over your heart.

"Oh, a-ah, sorry about that," the boy replied, eyes unable to meet your own. He had been watching you since you came in the room. The green haired male knew it wasn't polite, but the sharp breath that had escaped him when he saw your face caused him to freeze. Girls in general always tended to clam him up, but this time was different. Your features were what caught him off guard first. He wouldn't be remiss in believing that you were by far the prettiest girl he's ever encountered.

You, however, were none the wiser to his thoughts because instead you quirked an eyebrow at him. "You wouldn't happen to know where Recovery Girl is, do you?"

He seemed to almost be picking his jaw off the floor to be able to respond. "Oh she left with another teacher. She said she'd be back though." The male then frowned. "Then again she said that a while ago."

You gave a sideways smile before the boy's beaten hand came to your attention. "Whoa, you really did a number on yourself." Your analysis was light to say the least. His hand was swollen blue and purple.

"Huh? O-oh, this?" He raised the injury with a half smile. "I'm used to it."

"Jeez, does it happen that often?" You questioned in surprise and walked over to the bed. "How did you even get that?"

"I-it's just my quirk," He laughed nervously. His face was started to grow flush red as you came closer. "It happens when I over do it."

"How come Recovery Girl hasn't healed you?"

"Well, this happens a lot to me so it's better if Recovery Girl saves her energy and I heal on my own."

"That must still be a pain in the ass though..." You carefully sat on the bed and gestured towards him. "Mind if I take a look at it?" 

"U-uhm, sure," He stammered out, shakily giving you his arm. He prayed he wouldn't make a fool of himself.

"I don't go showing this off to everybody so just keep it to yourself," You warned before starting. He looked a little more alarmed than before but nodded.

"Okay..." You sighed and cupped both your hands around his. You closed your eyes and focused on the rough fingers between yours. It took a lot of concentration but you finally felt a steady flow of energy crawl down your arms and into the boy's palm. The sensation was thrilling against your flesh, however it still ached and left you exhausted whenever you tried this. 

The green haired boy watched your brows knit together in focus as a light burned bright purple in your veins and seeped into his skin. His ghastly swollen fingertips miraculously lost its pigment and returned to a natural healthy glow.

You let out the breath you had been holding and released his hand. Feeling lightheaded, you put your own on the bed to steady yourself. "How you feeling?" You asked tiredly.

"Wow, that's incredible! Usually when Recovery Girl heals me I'm fatigued but I feel fine. My hand feels amazing...like it's never been broken or even scathed....like brand new..." the male rambled in awe. "Why don't you want anyone to know about your quirk?"

You were about to respond when a wave of nausea hit you causing you to hunch over. The student immediately placed a hand on your shoulder and stared wide eyed at your pain-stricken face. "A-are you okay?" 

"The recovery for using this on someone else isn't the best experience," You groaned, easing yourself up. "Which is why I don't let on I have it. I had a lot of people take advantage of my quirk's ability when I was younger, so I don't want that history to repeat itself." 

"I'd better go," You sighed.

"Wait! Shouldn't you rest a second? Please, I don't want you to fall in the middle of the hallway," He fretted. The way his gaze softened on you was sweet. He didn't even know you yet he was so kind. "What's your name?"

You smiled. "It's (l/n) (y/n)."

"I'm Midoriya, Izuku. It's nice to meet you." His cheeks blushed pink as he gave you a friendly beam. "Thank you so much for this again. I don't know even know how to pay you back."

You waved him off. "No need. I did this because I wanted to. It feels nice to be able to help out sometimes."

He nodded with a soft expression. "Hey...you know Kacchan, right?"

"Kacchan?" You questioned thoroughly confused now.

"Oh, well I call him Kacchan, you probably know him as Bakugou."

You wanted to giggle at the cute name, but you thought maybe that'd be disrespectful. "Oh are you his friend?"

"Uh...not exactly." Midoriya scratched the back of neck. "I just noticed you guys have been hanging out and I think you've been a good influence on him."

This actually made you laugh. "Me? A good influence on him?? HA. He's still the same cranky asshole with his head up his ass. No offense," You defended quickly.

"None taken."

You sighed and carefully stood up from the bed. "Yeah, Bakugou can be an asshat and gets angry over anything and everything, but he isn't unbearable. It just takes some effort to try and get to know him."

"It sounds like you know him well," Midoriya smiled warmly.

"Nah, I guess I'm just too patient with him." Your eyes spotted the clock on the wall. "FUCK, Sekijirou gonna kick my ass. I gotta go!"

"H-hey! Didn't you need Recovery Girl for something?"

"Shit, your right!" You cursed. "Damn it! Do you know where the bandages are?"

"Do I...they're in the middle cabinet on the right." Midoriya pointed to a nearby shelf.

"Thanks," You grinned and swiped them off the cabinet. "It was nice meeting you, Midoriya!"

"Yeah, you too..." His voice came out as soft as whisper. Even though you had already exited the room his mind was still stuck on how kind you were. A nervous smiled made its way onto his lips.

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Later that evening, you found yourself spending your study hour researching books you could use on your upcoming essay. Why anyone would want to read a 5 page paper on the history of building structure and its importance was beyond you. It's a building and its important because people need to be able to do shit in it, how complicated was that?

Bakubutt: This is your free hour right? Where are you?

Lil Shit: Library

You sent your reply and rounded into the last aisle in the library. "B-b-b...Zachary...." You murmured to yourself the name of the author. You were so concentrated on the task you didn't realize there was a wall at the end of the shelves. You ran into it and shockingly came to your senses.

What the... You frowned. Yeah you had stupidly bumped into a wall, but there was something off about it. It felt...hollow. You looked around and spotted a gap between the shelf behind you and the suspicious wall. Getting more and more curious, you squeezed into it and noticed an opening on the right. From what you could see, there was a small square space consisting of 3 walls and one shelf facing ahead. You wanted to explore but thought it best to do it when you had more time.

You inched out of the crevice and back to where you were when a voice suddenly made you jump. "Oi, the fuck are you doing?"

"Jesus," You exhaled in annoyance. "Normally, it's easy to know when you're around. Don't sneak up on me!"

"You were doing some weird shit. I wanted to see," Bakugou scoffed and crossed his arms.

"Shouldn't you be heading off to lunch? This period's almost over."

"I could ask you the same thing."

"For your information, I was getting some books for my research paper." You rolled your eyes.

You guys bickered the rest of the walk to the cafeteria. It was strange how fast you had gotten used to the over tempered teen. You remembered he simply annoyed you to pieces the first time you met him. He was this overconfident asshole with a superiority complex who wanted to fight you just because you made a mistake in texting him once. Now, he still held on to some of those traits but he was a lot more relaxed with you than before. He wouldn't unnecessarily yell at you or call you names to demean you. Bakugou was somewhat of a mystery to you.

You two had grabbed your trays and were gonna head over to a table when your eyes met a pair of forest green ones. You recognized him as the student from the infirmary.

"Hey, Midoriya, how you doin'?" You asked politely.

"Oh I'm fine. My hand is still doing great," He smiled, flexing his fingers. His smile vanished, however, when he saw who was next to you. "K-kacchan! H-hey..." You were shocked to see how quick his expression turned from friendly to terrified.

Bakugou's previously uninterested demeanor contorted into an irritated glare. "Deku..." He growled.

"I-it was nice seeing you, (l-l/n)! Bye!" The fluffy haired boy then scurried off as fast as his legs could take him. The encounter left you stunned.

Bakugou turned on you. "How the fuck do you know that nerd?"

"What the hell was that?" You asked with a frown. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Wrong with me!? I'm not the one hanging out with a wannabe."

Your brain felt more muddled by the second. "I thought he was your friend."

"Is that what he said? That motherfucker wishes he could be the dirt under my shoe," Bakugou spat. "He's just a pebble in my way."

"Why are you being such an ass? He's a good guy," You defended. "He didn't even say anything to bother you."

"Everything he says bothers me."

You scoffed and shook your head. Just when you thought he was a somewhat decent person. "Yeah, well, you're bothering me right now. Fuck you, Bakugou." You pushed past him and into the sea of lunch tables.

You saw Kirishima and Kaminari wave to get your attention but you walked away pissed off. You made for the table with your 1-B classmates, Ibara and Itsuka. They were shocked you joined them to say the least.

"What pleasant surprise," Ibara said as you set down your tray. "I thought you were going to spend lunch with Bakugou."

"Bakugou can kiss my ass," You scowled, taking an angry bite of your sandwich.

"Ooh firecracker today, huh? What did he do?" Itsuka inquired.

You glanced over the tables and saw the group of 3 chatting away hysterically. Rolling your eyes, you went back to your food. "I shouldn't have paid him any mind. All those rumors about 1-A being giant, egotistical assholes is true."

So y'all should be happy to know that I have some of the next chapters already written up. The only catch is they need a lot of tweaking. I hope the story goes in the direction I want it to because I've really become inspired by this :)