MHA being a hero is very hard but I'm still standing.

Toshinori, Chiyo Shuzenji (recovery girl), Kayama, and most of class A-1 were watching the devices around me making sounds and showing data, all seemed good, but I never woke up.

"So, is that normal?" Kirishima asked, not knowing that this was the most stupid question to ask in the fucking world. 

Bakugo didn't wait to slap his back head "No, it's not, tough head."

"No, actually that's normal, the days before his quirks were continually raging" That must have been a calming thing but not for the class that wasn't allowed to visit the unconscious me for the first 3 days. 

No one said a thing yet "That's the price of taking the lights and playing the hero alone, asshole" Bakugo collected the hate of the class that didn't understand what was behind his words. 

He turned and went out and slammed the door "Good he left, being around him is too vexing." Jiro sighed after he left. 

"Yes, why did he just say something like that" Ashido was the next and their mouths started to rain with criticism.

Some didn't talk about anything and stayed silent, they saw what he meant however they were just Asui and Kirishima. 

The teachers didn't say a word; they were more worried about Midoriya, especially after what happened the first three days in his coma. 

"I think you don't know what he meant" Uraraka was over the edge already. 

All shut up and looked at her "Midoriya didn't consider his body or his state or anything other than the well-being of others and the defeating Nomu" she talked with her head to the ground remembering the amount of blood and wounds and how I was fucked up. 

"I remember the crimson color he was covered in and the hole that was in his body and how he asked me to care for Mr. Aizawa when he was dying, I was able to see his inner organs in my hand, his bowels were slipping out and I tried to put them in their place" the ground under her was starting to get wet, the drips that were falling.

she stopped, put herself together, and managed to not vomit from the scenes she had seen.

"Even when he woke up and his sleepy quirk woke up and healed his body, the first thing he did was hurting himself again, every time he used his quirk he needed to cut his own body, and even when his hand was cut off his body he reconnected it and started fighting again and again even when he fell and Nomu was done he stood up again ready to fight like there was nothing like his life on the edge or like his body was deteriorating as well" she started to cry again. 

"I remember that we all chose him to be our leader even when he didn't want to, however when he was chosen, he took the responsibility on his shoulders as the world would fall apart if he failed. he always acted the hero alone and never asked for help, yet he would always be the first one to offer his hands" the girls surrounded her and tried to calm her the boys apologized, Bakugo topic was close, and everyone started to look back on their judgment on Bakugo and me. 

'He no longer needs someone to watch after him, he needs someone to guide him' Kayama put her hand on her head, the things I read and wrote down were all in her head playing with her temperature. 

After an hour there, the teachers were the only ones left, Aizawa and Nezu were added to the group. 

 "So, his body was trying to cope with the new quirks in the first 3 days" Aizawa with his hand rubbing his nape was trying to get it right. 

"No, his body was trying to optimize itself to obtain quirks, he obtained already 4 quirks, and his body shows some signs of a new one coming, but I don't know when" Recovery Girl looking at the papers that she wrote when watching me. 

She handed the paper to Nezu "The first quirk he obtained is the white veins with their high speed, recovery effect, toughness once they die, and their 1,5m length, they can only appear when the skin is cut very weak to heat, if they faced high heat they die and raise the sensitiveness of the nerve system making any pain 10 times the usual" Nezu was reading the data. 

"the second is instant absorption, his body is capable of absorbing any kind of damage however it's just for less than a second and when that time ends the damage is increased by 200% meaning 3 times the real damage, the way of using the quirk is still vague."

"The third is the ability to contain more quirks and use them at the same time yet the obtaining process is unknown" he put the papers on the desk, got a lighter, and burnt them. 

"As always, all that was said will remain in this room" All nodded and they left to give the recovery girl the space to do her job. 

She continued her work and always had an eye on me. 

In the morning after another day had passed, I completed a week of sleeping so it was time to get up. 

I opened my eyes, I felt the last sleep in my eyes slip away. 

I stretched out in my place on the bed and then the door was opened. 

My eyes met Recovery Girl's "Good morning" as the sun shines, I smiled at her.

"Good morning, Midoriya" she replied putting on her granny smile. 

… near dusk 

I put on my long, white suit, a green tie, and a gray shirt. I stood in the graveyards with incense sticks in the sand in front of the stone named Haru Itsuki and when going a little down his nickname "old man."

"I'm always impressed by your nickname old man" talking to the grave as if he could respond. 

The wind blew my hair, and my forehead was clear as most of my body was clear with no scars. 

"I think I started to get well, I made some friends I defeated nomu, you know the one that killed my mother and on the same day, my shame mark was gone too" Talking to him was as always as magic. 

"I don't believe that much in luck and destiny but yes I think that the world had a hand in that" looking at his grave. 

"Stretching hah? I thought the dead don't need to move" The old days' memories of all the things that pushed me towards that old man, how they pulled us together, and how he was one of the lights that led my life. 

I took a deep breath and let it out "I think I lied to Toshinori about that no one cared for me except my mom" calling back all the good people that I met, the warm and gentle, the kind and the wisdom, the funny and the dramatic, I met a lot of good people all my life.

"I still can't control my feelings as you taught me" I put on a smile and accepted the insult that I was just stupid as hell. 

"Why did you put that lesson to be the last if it was the hardest and the most important," I asked something that led me to my counterattack, "say it old man you were just afraid that I would master your most valuable skill that you obtain while you were alive faster than you?"

The wind played with me while I was listening to some valueless lessons about respecting old people like him. 

Above the grave of one of the former captains of the shadow department from Hero Public Safety Commission (HPSC) hero name: Dedicate, quirk: inner process dedication, the ghost of the old man scolding me with his eyes and mouth movements. 

I didn't hear their words, but the meaning was put in my head to deal with it like they just talked. 

"I think you are bored of being here all that time and now I have overcome the conditions I think it's time that I ask you that" I expanded my hand for the ghost in front of me and put on my smile. 

He took it without letting me continue my question and the color of his eyes faded replaced with just pure black holes. 

"You destroyed the scene that I wanted to make, old man" I wasted more than half an hour thinking how to make it cool and like it was out of a novel and he just ruined it when he took my hand so easily. 

he put on a smirk and then disappeared.

"I really want to get you out of my mind now and continue" I didn't get anything so he must have been sleeping in my head now.