#ilda

||𝔗𝔬𝔤𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔨𝔬||

The new nurse

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Iida and I hovered nearby like overprotective parents.

“Midoriya, how many times do we have to tell you to stop breaking your arms?!” Iida scolded.

“I’m not doing it on purpose…” Izuku groaned, avoiding our eyes. “It just... happens.”

I sighed, shaking my head, but deep down, I knew he was trying his best. His control was improving — sure — but he was still hurting himself. Still fighting too hard.

As we walked through the empty U.A. corridors, heading toward Recovery Girl’s office, Iida and I kept throwing him lectures laced with worry.

When we reached the door, Iida gave a sharp knock.

“Come in,” an unfamiliar voice chimed, soft and sweet — like honey melting on a warm day.

Curious, we pushed the door open, and that’s when I saw her.

She sat there casually, as if her mere presence didn’t just flip my entire world upside down.

Golden blonde hair tied up in two messy, yet perfect buns. Golden eyes that shimmered like the last rays of sunset, so mesmerizing I could barely breathe. Her skin, pale and soft-looking, with cheeks dusted a natural rosy pink. And that smile… that smile could end wars.

I felt my cheeks burn — calm down, calm down — but of course, Iida and Izuku noticed. They always notice.

She called Izuku over with a simple hand gesture, her eyes twinkling as she asked his name. He answered, flustered as ever, and her voice — oh god — her voice was the prettiest sound I had ever heard.

As she began checking Izuku’s injuries, none of us expected what happened next.

Without hesitation, she pricked his arm, collecting a vial of his blood.

“Relax, it’s for training,” she said casually — but her casual was anything but ordinary. Before we could react, she drank it.

We gasped, but before we could panic, she transformed into Izuku — perfectly mimicking him. Green lightning crackled around her, just like Izuku’s quirk. My eyes widened in disbelief.

She focused hard, brows furrowed in concentration, and then — like magic — a soft glow surrounded her. Energy flowed from her to Izuku, and for the first time, his wounds began to heal faster than Recovery Girl ever managed to.

And as she swayed on her feet, clearly drained, she gave a small, tired smile.

“See? I can help…” she whispered before collapsing, unconscious.

The room fell into stunned silence. Izuku stared at his healed arms, as confused as we were.

Recovery Girl rushed in, gasping when she saw the scene.

“What on earth were you thinking?!” she scolded the fainted girl, immediately rushing to revive her. “You should never have done that without me!"

After making sure Izuku was healed, she kept yelling at the girl — but I couldn’t hear a thing. My mind was still reeling from her.

From that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Weeks passed, and strangely enough, I found myself visiting Recovery Girl more often. Whether it was a small bruise or a scrape from training, every excuse was enough. And every time, there she was — sitting there like she belonged in my world.

The funny thing? The pain didn’t bother me. In fact, it never hurt. Because the real reason I came back was her

We never anything not even our names. Just... sat in silence as she gently put bandages on me or applied medicine.

But today was different.

Today, as she wrapped a bandage around my wrist, she finally broke the silence.

“I’m Himiko Toga,” she said softly, her golden eyes locking onto mine.

Such a beautiful name — like it was made for her.

“I’m Ochako Ururaka,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest, feeling like it might burst.

For the first time, we talked. About little things, silly things, dreams, fears — like we were the only two people left in the world.

And then, just as I was about to leave, she leaned in closer, her voice a teasing whisper.

She smirked, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Next time, at least pretend the pain is painful.”

She winked — oh god — and slipped a bandage into my hand.

When I got outside, I unwrapped it, and there it was: her number, with a small heart drawn next to it.

I swear I almost passed out right there.

Since then, life has been a dream I never want to wake up from.

Her internship may have ended, but we never grew apart — if anything, we grew closer.

We cuddled at each others houses, hands intertwined like we were made to fit. We kissed when no one was looking. All the little things I thought I’d do with a boy — but instead, I found myself falling for her

And god, I’m so thankful it’s her.

The cutest girl, the brightest star, the one who makes my heart race like no battle ever could.

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[A/N]

“Now you’re old enough”