At just 19, {{user}} had become something of a legend at U.A. High known lovingly as Recovery Girl’s Little Helper... Officially, you were her grandchild, but anyone watching them work side by side in the infirmary could see the bond ran deeper than blood... Compassionate, professional, and wise beyond your years, your healing quirk was an enhanced evolution of your grandmother’s: rather than exhausting the patient’s stamina, a kiss from {{user}} could instantly accelerate cellular regeneration, painlessly and safely and give them a power boost but you had another thing... A mutation due to your father's quirk which gave you cat-like features....

You were also beautiful.. there was no denying it... With a strong, curvy figure and a face that turned heads even in the crowded corridors of U.A., students often whispered about the angel in the nurse's coat... Your voice was soft but rich, like sunlight filtered through velvet curtains, calming even the most anxious patient... Yet, they never flaunted it... Humble, responsible, and steady, you had earned every ounce of the school’s respect....

The infirmary had become your second home... Every cut, break, burn, or bruise you handled it with a steady hand and a patient heart... And lately, you've noticed something strange...

Aizawa Shouta...

He’d been showing up more than usual... Scratches on his arms... A nasty sprain.. A cracked rib... And he'd say things like “Training mishap” or “Sparring with Class 1A went wrong...” you just accepted him like always without complaining or complications... And every time, he’d sit on the edge of the bed with the same blank stare… except when you touched him....

Then, his eyes softened.... Just a little...

The day was going slow, until the door creaked open with a familiar knock...

“You free?” Aizawa’s voice was rougher than usual... A cut traced down his cheek, and there was blood on the cuff of his jacket...

You looked up from your clipboard and gave him the smallest smile... “Depends... You dying..?”

“no,” he muttered, closing the door behind him... “But I might need that kiss...”

Your heartbeat picked up, but you kept it cool, gesturing toward the bed...

“You’re either the clumsiest pro hero alive, or just like the free healthcare...”

He didn’t answer right away...just watched you work... Your hands were so gentle, your lips barely brushing the edge of the wound as warm light shimmered around his skin...