sky-midnight

"Ah, [Last Name]-chan!" an enthusiastic greeting had you looking over the explosive hero. "Should've known you'd be here!" "Red Riot-kun... Hello" you nod in greeting. The ash blonde hero stomped his way towards you while the crimson haired one followed suit. "It's been a while. I hope you haven't gone into any mischief lately" you teased the crimson hero. "Quit ignoring me woman!" the explosive hero told you when he neared. "And your attitude is still as divisive as ever, Ground Zero-san" you pointed out, not at all bothered by his outburst. "However, I must ask you to refrain from shouting. I have a patient here that needs some peace" "Don't tell me what to do woman!" Bakugou growled but lowered his voice. "Still as cheeky as ever [Last Name]-chan" Red Riot chuckled while the explosive hero clicked his tongue in response. ------ You've encountered the two hero a while back. The explosive hero, Katsuki Bakugou, was a patient in the ICU when you were ask to float around. He

The resounding voice echoed throughout the room and had you facing the source. At the door stood a well-built man with a scar marring the left side of his face. His turquoise eyes a striking contrast to his crimson hair. "Father." came the acknowledgement from Todoroki. You weren't certain at first but Todoroki's validation meant that this person is indeed the former number one hero, Endeavor. You heard that he had already retire from active field work but still helps in cultivating the peace by providing guidance to most. His physique, however, had you questioning whether those information were true. He doesn't seem like someone who has gone off to be an advisor. "When I heard that you were hospitalized, I thought you'd look a lot more beaten up." Endeavor said as he made his approach in front of his son. "You hardly look like you've been injured at all. So why are you here?" he said while crossing his arms in front of his chest, puzzled. "I didn't think I've trained you so

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you started to do some documentation but fatigue was getting into you. You were experiencing some doubling of vision and had occasional nodding off episodes as you try to keep yourself awake. You covered your mouth to try to hide the yawn coming over you and shifted into the chair you were sitting. These actions didn't go unnoticed by the heterochromic eyes across the room. "Why don't you stop and take some rest?" his voice startled you, thinking that he was already asleep. "Don't worry about me Todoroki-san. You should go to sleep, it's pretty late already." You assured him with a practiced smile. "I'm here to monitor your status. I'll be discreet as possible" He frowned at your response. "How do you expect me to sleep when I know you'll stay awake the whole time?" He countered. "It's obvious you need to rest too" "It's part of my job sir." You replied bluntly. "I need to make sure that there aren't any anomalies or problems" "But wouldn't

“I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me. You guys should help the civilians” Todoroki said flatly clearly not amused by his welcome party. ‘At least someone knows what they’re saying…’ you thought to yourself. Maybe you were wrong to quickly judge this VIP. Seeing as he’s one of the country’s top heroes, you kind of understood the hospital’s response to his admission but the hero in question doesn’t seem to approve of the special treatment. ----------------------------------- As your team arrived at the private suite, the team leader made a motion to move the patient to the bed. “On three…” your team leader started. “One, two, three!” “What the…” Todoroki barely finishes his inquiry as your team moved him in one swift motion. “I'm not disabled. I can walk you know, just tired. You guys really should attend to the civilians” Todoroki says yet again as he tries to convince the group of people that their services are needed elsewhere. “Todoroki-san, we can assure you that

Barely awake and bleary-eyed, dread washes over you as the familiar tone from your mobile woke you from your much needed slumber. 'What now…?' You’ve set-up that specific ringtone to alert you that whoever or whatever was on the other line would be none other than work. You cursed under your breath knowing that nothing ever good came from hearing that ringtone. Groaning in defeat, you reached over your night stand with an outstretched arm to the offending device. Blinking at the screen, you glanced over the time. It showed that it was in the early hour of 10 minutes past-two. You sighed deeply. “Hello? [Name] speaking.” you said picking-up the call. “[Last Name]-san! Thank God!” the person on the other line answered ecstatically. “We need your help. Could you come in?” “Eh?” was your only reply not fully grasping the situation whilst yawning. “There’s a villainous attack in the city and we need all the help we can get! Please…” the person on the other line pleaded, stress and