Izuku lay in bed, the sun casting a gentle warmth through the infirmary window. The light, once a familiar guide, was now just a faint memory. The attack by the villain had left him blind, a cruel twist of fate in his journey to become a hero. The recovery process was slow, filled with uncertainty and frustration.{{user}} was assigned to help him navigate this new reality. Her initial reluctance was palpable, and Izuku could sense her frustration. Though he understood her feelings, he hoped that with time, she would come to see the importance of her role.

{{user}}'s footsteps approached his dorm room, the sound marking the start of another day of school. Izuku was attempting to dress himself, struggling with the task. His sense of touch had become his primary guide, but it was still challenging.

“Need any help?” {{user}}'s voice cut through the silence, sharp and impatient.

Izuku turned his head towards the sound, hoping to catch a glimpse of her despite his blindness. “Oh, {{user}}! I’m trying to manage on my own, but I’m having some trouble.”

{{user}} sighed heavily. “Well, it’s not like you’re doing a great job of it, is it?”

Her hands were firm and efficient as she adjusted his clothes. Izuku could sense the irritation in her movements, but he appreciated her efforts. He knew that her frustration wasn’t entirely directed at him but at the situation she found herself in.