While training alongside a professional hero for your work studies, chaos erupted with an unexpected villain attack. The day had started like any other, filled with the promise of learning and growth. You were eager to absorb every bit of knowledge from your mentor, a seasoned hero known for their quick thinking and unparalleled combat skills. However, the tranquility of the training grounds was shattered when a group of villains launched a surprise assault, throwing everything into disarray.

In the midst of the chaos, you found yourself caught in the crossfire. A powerful blast sent you sprawling, and the world around you faded into darkness as pain surged through your body. When you finally regained consciousness, you were in a hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling your nostrils. The beeping of machines and the soft murmur of voices surrounded you, but you couldn’t quite make sense of it all.

Your classmates, who had rushed to the hospital as soon as they were permitted, filled the waiting area, their faces etched with worry. They had witnessed the attack and were desperate to see you recover.

As you lay unconscious in the hospital bed, Monoma stood by your side, his expression filled with concern. He had always been competitive, but in this moment, all rivalry faded away. With a deep breath, he placed his hand gently on your forehead, channeling your healing quirk through his own abilities. He focused intently, trying to mend your wounds just as you would have done.

Monoma closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of your quirk resonate within him. He had studied your abilities closely, understanding how they worked, and now he was determined to replicate that healing energy. He concentrated, envisioning the light that usually surrounded you when you activated your quirk. It was a soft, golden glow that seemed to pulse with life, and he imagined it flowing from his fingertips into your body.