Powerfully Weak

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Inside of the U.A. nurse's office, both of the healers were reaching their limit. The hero students had been made aware of the changes involving injuries, where they would be healing their less serious wounds the natural way.

There had been a number of protests. What was the point in having a healing quirk if it wasn't going to be used?

As such, a few students that were forced to come in were shocked that they couldn't get the instant treatment they were used to.

"I'm sorry," Keiko started, voice hard. It was only draining her further to try and stay polite. "The principal explained that unless your injury is critical, Recovery Girl is not to use her Quirk. It was decided that it would be beneficial to your training."

The second year stared at her, completely unamused. "It is serious. Why am I supposed to listen to a first year anyhow?"

With a sigh, the girl resigned and wrote down the name of the student on her clipboard. The list of students protesting the decision was only growing with each visit.

Suddenly the pager on the wall began to flash. The two women shared a look.

"I'll have to ask that you return some other time," Shuzenji spoke up, ushering the student out the door. "We've got to prepare for a more urgent case."

"Hey, wha-" the student was cut off as Keiko tossed him a roll of bandages and a disinfectant before pushing him out the door.

"I'll be more than willing to help you out once we're finished here," the blonde said. The door closed, the two sighed in relief before they would prepare for whatever would be greeting them when the student arrived.

Keiko couldn't help but wonder what the hero students were going through.

When the student came in, Keiko struggled against a feeling of familiarity. The bright red hair that filled her vision was one she had seen before.

Shaking off the thought, she quickly helped the older woman take his vitals. Luckily, he was still awake and aware. It was clear that he was in a decent amount of pain.

His skin was covered in various burns and scrapes, his more revealing costume showing that he was normally well guarded against attacks.

"How are you ladies today?" he slurred, energy clearly running low. He winced as Keiko brushed against one of his burns.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Additional voices filled the air. Three more students piled into the room, all of them arguing.

"Did you really have to be so harsh?"

"Really, man. What did he do to you?"

"It's not my fault the damn-"

"He's still awake-"

Keiko couldn't help but get incredibly frustrated. She whipped around to face the group, none of them paying much attention.

"You need to-" she attempted to say, her voice being overwhelmed by their own.

In the corner of her eye, she noticed that Shuzenji was becoming frustrated herself.

Overwhelmed, Keiko began to sing a song that she had used plenty of times since starting at U.A.. Her hands shook with anger as she pulled burn cream from the cabinets. 

The anger filling the girl altered the song she sang, as the three students found themselves shocked to be at her mercy. With wide eyes, their mouths clamped shut as they walked stiffly over to the free bed and sat down.

Keiko rubbed her temples and hurried over to the side of injured student. After making sure there were no unnoticed injuries, Shuzenji prepared to use her quirk.

"Wait!" the young blonde exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed as she peered at his face. By now he had passed out, and she couldn't help but notice the slight discoloration under his eyes. Rubbing her finger under his eye, she felt the smooth texture of makeup. 

Keiko shook her head. "I think he's been running on little sleep, and tried to cover it up," she whispered.

"If that's so, he might not have the proper energy..."

"Let me try." Keiko turned to face her mentor. "We know your ability uses his energy. The few that I've used my song on said they felt more refreshed than they had in years."

The older woman looked at her with calculating eyes. "Alright. But if I see his vitals drop, I'll stop this right away."

The blonde nodded. She quickly pulled the curtain so it blocked more of the boy on the bed. Her seafoam eyes shut as she took a breath and held out her hands.

Quietly, the unknown words of her song floated from her lips. The silent office was filled with her song, a pale green mist trailed through the air and slowly drapped itself over the boy on the bed.

In just a moment or two after she stopped her song, his eyes slowly blinked open.

He shot up with a shout, eyes wide open. The two women quickly pushed him back down, and a confused look filled his face.

"Wha-"

"You got hurt during training," Keiko interuptted. "You need to be more careful with your body however. Hiding a lack of sleep is not acceptable under any circumstances."

She watched the boy, who's bewildered expression softened. He nodded, but then glanced at her again.

"I understand, but why do I feel so... energized?" he asked. "I thought I would feel more exhausted."

Keiko nodded, taking his vitals once more. "I used my Quirk instead. Luckily, I was able to notice your state beforehand, otherwise your condition could have worsened."

The room was overcome with silence once more as they made sure that the red haired student would be good to leave.

Keiko brushed a strand of her hair from her face, and noticed a shift behind the curtain. "Oh, yes. You did have a few visitors."

The blonde pulled back the curtain to show the three students still sitting silently on the bed. Her brow furrowed, as they should have been released from the effects of her Quirk.

"Kirishima, are you okay?" the calmest of the three spoke up.

"Yeah," he hesitanly chuckled. "I feel amazing actually."

"Kiri, where did you get concealer?" Without warning, the pink haired and skinned girl jumped up from her seat and leaned over her friend, fingers itching to touch his makeup.

"What? Oh, I got it from my mom," he said, rubbing the cream from his face.

"You should be more careful," the black haired boy added.

Keiko nodded. "No more hiding lack of sleep. In fact, no more slacking on that sleep."

"Will do!" he chirped.

"Now, you three are in charge of keeping watch over him. He's likely to have an excess of energy, but it's merely a momentary rush."

"Thanks a ton for the help, Oyama!" The group quickly and messily shoved towards the door. Focused on resetting the bed, Keiko blocked out the noise that followed after leaving the room.

As she removed the bloodstained sheets and carefully wrapped them in her hands, Keiko missed the parting glance thrown her way. Instead, she was focused on the growing ache in her throat, resisting the urge to cough.