"Hurry, prepare that bed." Recovery Girl was never one to shout in an emergency, but her terse tone told you that you needed to move quickly. You jumped up and began to prepare a bed as a boy with dark green hair was carried into the room. The paper crinkling as you quickly pulled it over the bed was the only sound in the room. The boy was set down and you noticed the extensive injuries to his arms and legs. 

You moved to get an IV ready, knowing the boy would need it as recovery girl worked over him. It took you a minute to notice All Might standing in the corner and you sent him a quick, reassuring smile as you finished preparing the IV before starting to use your quirk on the boy. 

You gently set her palms on him and started to work, feeling the fibers leave your hands and begin their work mending bone and tissue. After a few long minutes, his arm was the best you could get it and you got him started on an IV drip on the arm you just healed. 

Recovery Girl worked quickly and silently while healing the boy, then leaving you to bandage his arms and legs as she pulled All Might from the room by the collar of his shirt. Carefully, you focused on pulling the bandages taught on his legs, tight enough to create support, but not tight enough to cause further injury. You hummed under your breath softly, focusing fully on your work. Deeming his legs done, you lifted your attention to his arms, but your eyes met green ones looking at you. Your humming stopped immediately as you looked at the boy before offering him a smile. 

"Hello." You said, voce barely above a whisper, feeling somewhere deep in your gut that you should do everything in your power to keep the silence bubbling around you alive, knowing inside your chest that the dull ache forming there meant that maybe this boy needed more then physical healing, but maybe he needed kind smiles and soft words. "Midoriya, right? How are you feeling?"

You weren't sure for a moment if he had heard you, your voice was soft enough that it almost seemed like you were mouthing the words, barely tickling the air with the intent of what you were saying. You hesitated to repeat yourself as you looked into his eyes though. Something stopped you as you offered another kind smile before working on his arms, allowing the silence to linger in a charged, but welcome way. 

Izuku was in awe. He remembered the pavement of the entrance exam floor, hot from the sun under his cheek as he sat unable to move. He blacked out the moment he was picked up, the pain unbearable and beyond anything he could imagine. 

When he first woke up, he noticed the slight taste of pepper in his mouth and then the lack of the overwhelming, incomprehensible pain. Now, of course, he was feeling the heavy weight of tiredness seeping into his body, and his mouth felt like it was full of glue, so thick that he couldn't even open it to ask for water to rid himself of the taste slowly taking over his entire mouth. 

But all of that disappeared as he looked at you. You were there, sitting on the edge of his bed, hair shinning in the light and softly saying his name in a way that made his stomach feel like oozing butter. You were asking him how he was feeling and he knew he should pry his jaw open to tell you, to say that it was a miracle that he no longer felt like each limb on his body was being torn apart, but you were sitting there, kindly smiling at him and returning to your soft humming as you wrapped his arms. 

You finished securing his bandages on his arms and turned your attention to his face where you could see scratches on his cheek. Slowly, as if asking his permission - which was silly really, as Izuku was sure he would let you do anything to him and he would happily sit there and take it - you raised your hand to his cheek. 

"I just need to take care of those scratches." You mumbled, the smile ever-present on your face and Izuku nodded, eyes searching yours with such an intensity that you paused for a moment, allowing him to take you in evermore. Gently, as if touching a petrified bunny in the wild, you placed your hand on his cheek and allowed your quirk to work on the minor injuries previously ignored in favor of the larger issues once at hand. 

"What is happening here?" A booming voice interrupted your work and the silence of the serene room. You removed your hand from Midoriya's face and jumping up from the bed and slipping in a deep bow, you saw All Might looking at you, the obvious owner of the booming voice that filled the room completely so easily.

"I was healing the scratches on his face." You responded, lifting your head from the bow, raising to stand fully at the chuckle Recovery Girl gave you. You sent a sheepish smile to the older woman before returning to Midoriya, eyes searching his face before deeming yourself satisfied. 

Recovery Girl prepared a glass of water and helped Izuku drink it, much to his relief. "Thank you." He choked out, eyes following you as you left the room. 

-

The next time Izuku was in the clinic, he was able to walk himself there. He held uncertainties of how to use this borrowed quirk as he walked, and his head was full of questions he couldn't stop formulating despite the growing dread of doubt piling uncomfortably in his stomach. And yet, and yet.

And yet, he couldn't stop himself from realizing he might see you in the clinic. He was unsure, as you possibly could have been working a simple summer internship, or maybe you were a volunteer brought in specifically to heal injuries that might be caused by the entry exam. But, despite telling himself these things for the entire walk, excitement bubbled in his chest. This time, he could talk to you, he could thank you, he could learn your name. 

To Izuku's absolute delight, you answered his short knock on the clinic door. 

To Izuku's absolute horror, the smile you sent him spread warmth to his toes and rendered him entirely speechless. 

He willed his feet to enter the clinic at your wave, but no words would leave his mouth. He was hit suddenly with the thought that you really should be glowing, for how ethereal you were. The warmth radiating off of you as you prepared a bed for him to sit on both overwhelmed him and left him with a feeling of peace and a blush beginning to seep into his cheeks. 

"Recovery Girl told me that I shouldn't heal you unless she really needs my help, so I should go grab her so she can help you with that finger." You spun around and lead him to the bed you set up before starting to leave the room. But something had you hesitating. You paused in the doorway before making up your mind and turning around. Your eyes met Midoriya's like they were attached by magnets and you felt a blush fill your cheeks as you processed his stare.

Breaking his hold on you by looking away, you crossed the room and filled a small paper cup with water before handing it to Midoriya. 

"I'm sorry I forgot last time." You mumbled as you handed him the cup, and for a brief moment your fingers brushed as you looked him in the eyes, your voice so soft and sincere that Izuku was glad he was sitting as he was sure his legs were useless after hearing your tone. 

His chest felt full of pressure as he watched you leave the room. "Thank you." Your foot fumbled in the doorway as you glanced over your shoulder and he felt a surge of satisfaction as he saw your pleased expression before you turned back around again and left the room. 

Carefully, he lifted the cup to his lips and took a tentative sip to try and calm his racing heart from the short interaction. 

-

You were sure you were not supposed to be in this room, seeing this man in such a deteriorated state, and you could see the contemplation clear as day on Recovery Girl's face as she asked for your help. But she had asked and pulled you away from healing minor injuries and into the private space she had created in the clinic. 

Your stomach curled and your knees felt like they were the consistency of peanut butter, but you managed to take a deep, stuttering breath before moving to his bedside. Recovery Girl was at your side at once, telling you she could handle him and she needed you to help the boy. 

Tears prickled behind your eyes as you saw the green-haired boy laying down, his breaths shallow as you saw multiple injuries. You carefully set to work, knowing that he was in pain. You healed him to the best of your abilities, shaming yourself for not asking him more about his quirk. Surely this was preventable. You attempted to calm yourself by humming as you fixed bandages in him, but you felt breathless. 

You jumped slightly as fingers you were working on made their way to intertwin with yours and squeeze them gently. 

Green eyes pierced through yours. You could tell he wasn't fully awake, he looked as if he was barely aware of what he was doing as he fought to keep sleep from taking him over. 

"Don't cry." He mumbled, voice barely loud enough for you to hear. Nodding and offering him a watery smile, you reached your hand up and placed it on his forehead, pushing his hair back before activating your quirk and relieving any pain signals reaching his consciousness, allowing him to shut his eyes and drift off into sleep. 

-

Being trusted with such a large secret was terrifying and calming at the same time. You knew you held too much power in your hands, but Recovery Girl reminded you gently, every time the thoughts of the heavy knowledge weighed on your shoulders and caused panic to settle, that this was a good thing. You were to take her place working in the clinic at UA and now Midoriya would have someone to heal him that knew the entirety of his quirk. 

Armed with this knowledge that you and he would probably end up connected through hero work, you clutched your lunch in your fingers as you assessed the cafeteria. You always ate in the clinic with Recovery Girl, listening to the woman and learning as much as possible, but today you decided to eat with the students your age. 

Looking out upon the swarm of students, you felt hot anticipation building in your stomach. You felt imaginary eyes prickling up and down your spine as you surveyed the room, eyes settling on green hair walking to a table. 

You watched as he sat down with other students his age, a free seat open on his right. 

You took a deep breath and walked over to his table and cleared your throat to grain his attention, a smile swiftly meeting your features as his eyes met yours and widened. 

"Is this seat taken?" You asked, allowing your eyes to drag away from his and offer a smile to the others sitting at the table. 

"N-no!" Midoriya shuffled his tray over some to make room and you sat down next to him, now seeing the proximity at which you two were next to each other. 

You easily integrated yourself into the conversation, finding his friends charming and Miroiya sweeter then you could have ever imagined. 

Izuku was holding his breath, knowing he must be braver then he ever has been before as he noticed your hand resting on the small space between your body and his. He took a deep breath before slowing placing his hand on yours. He once again felt satisfaction at the slight intake of your breath and the blush rapidly flooding your cheeks. Feeling braver, Izuku slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, eyes searching yours and finding all of the confirmation he needs as you nod, almost too enthusiastically, and you both return to the conversation at the table, slightly red, but happy and warm in the moment.