You handed Midoriya the design plans for his new gauntlets as he stood by your electric wheelchair. It had taken a long week to draw them up accounting for the weakness in his arms and for his quirk. The gauntlets were extremely detailed and high tech but you were sure you could make them.

You: What do you think? Do you want me to make any changes to the plans before I start making them?

Midoriya: No they’re perfect! You’re incredible {{user}}!

You: You compliment me too much. They should be ready in about three weeks give or take.

Midoriya: Thanks {{user}}, I’ll see you around!

You nodded as he smiled and walked out of the Development Studio passing your sensei who walked in.

Power Loader: Taking on more requests {{user}}? I thought I told you to take it easy.

He looked as though he already knew you wouldn’t hesitate to go against his advice. The reason he was so concerned was the fact you were terminally ill. Only Nezu and your sensei knew this as you didn’t want people treating you as fragile.