Hello all! I know I've been extremely inactive lately and I apologize! This has been sitting around in my storage and I never got around to finishing it, but the continuation was highly requested so I could only hold it off for so long! This has a bit of fluff, mostly angst and hurt/no comfort. Sorry for making this so short, but hopefully (if I find my motivation again) I can write a next chapter. Anyhow, hope you all enjoy and please R&R if you want!

"...everybody was so worried! Even Kacchan was, though I doubt he'll admit it. Aizawa and All Might practically had our heads when they got to us, but everybody's mostly uninjured so- oh!" Todoroki blinked up at the white ceiling, the hospital bed sheets warm against his chest. His vision was limited, as he couldn't see out of his left eye. He wondered why.

Midoriya leaned over, entering his view as he smiled brightly. He had a few bandages wrapped around his arms and cheek, but otherwise he appeared uninjured. The question was why he had bandages in the first place.

"Todoroki! Glad you're awake! Are you feeling okay?" Todoroki opened his mouth to speak, throat dry and voice hoarse. What happened? Why was his eye-

"...yeah. How long was I...?"

Midoriya spared him from finishing the sentence.

"Um... like, two days. But-!" Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows. Two entire days. God, how was he supposed to catch up now? Why was he even asleep for so long? "-you've been in and out of consciousness but you were really unresponsive when you were awake." He simply nodded, taking in the new information. Okay. He was asleep for two entire days, and Midoriya got roughed up a bit while he was out. Perhaps that was normal, but it didn't explain why he himself had bandages.

He flicked his eyes around the hospital room, scanning it. His eyes landed on the clock hung over the doorway. 1:24 PM. He turned back to Midoriya, who was beaming still, but his expression was... different. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his pupils kept drilling into the left side of his face, a deep concern flashing in those emerald orbs.

It was as if Todoroki looked different.

Todoroki jerked his hand up to his left eye, the fabric of the bandages stretching underneath his grasp. Fire, blue flames flickering in front of him, sizzling against his face. The scalding grip on his face. Crazed blue eyes full of rage and hatred. The whistle of the water, burning him, scarring him, digging into his flesh. His mother's crazed expression of fear and desperation. The terror that seared through him as he screamed.

Dabi.

"Calm down! You're okay- your face was just, um, burnt, but you're okay!" Midoriya's hands gripped Todoroki's, calmly pulling them down. He sucked in a deep breath, wincing as his ribs were jostled.

"...I..." Todoroki started, pushing down a panic attack. "...will it...?" He gulped. "...scar?" Midoriya looked away.

"It... Recovery Girl said that your scar will just look more fresh, I guess- er, I mean fresh as in recent, not cool, um- but afterwards you'll look normal again! Well, you'll still have the scar of course, but you know..." Todoroki sighed. It was better than nothing, he supposed.

"What about- what about-" Dabi. "-the villain?" Midoriya gave a reassuring grin, most of his nervousness washing away in an instant.

"We fought him off; he won't be bothering us for a while!" Todoroki nodded solemnly. He remembered the man's figure vanish into the sky as Kirishima held him tightly and tried to shake him to keep him awake. Then darkness.

Shit. Kirishima. The others- were they alright?

"Are- is everybody- are they-?" He said in a panic.

"Everyone's fine, don't worry! I mean, Kirishima's dorm got wrecked, but we're all okay!"

"...okay." He whispered, voice strained. Midoriya frowned with a sigh.

The green haired boy looked down. "Todoroki, I'm so sorry, I-"

"I don't want your pity." Midoriya went silent. "I don't need your sympathy. I don't need you blaming yourself either." Todoroki narrowed his eye, gaze hardening before he sighed and slouched.

"...but thank you." He whispered. The two sat there for a while, Midoriya's eyes shining with understanding while Todoroki stared at the open palm of his left hand.

"N-No problem!" Midoriya squeaked, cutting through the silence. The two sat there for what seemed like hours for another few minutes until the door was slammed open, a majority of his classmates' faces popping into view in the door frame. The first to fully enter the room was Kirishima, his spiky red hair causing him to stand out as he basically jumped to Todoroki's bed.

"Todoroki! You're awake!" He yelled, followed by Kaminari, Mina and Sero. Iida was trying to command them all to give the bedridden boy some space, yet nobody paid him any attention as even Uraraka crowded around his bed. Midoriya had somehow vanished into the horde, leaving Todoroki to deal with them all.

"Glad to see you awake, kero."

"Todoroki! How worried we all were! I am overjoyed that you are doing well now!"

"Mornin', Sleeping Beauty! How was your nap?"

"Oi Half n' Half, you better not pull another stupid fucking stunt like that again, bastard!"

"Ah, thank God you're okay..."

"What's up, Todobroski-! Ow, Bakubro, what was that for?"

"You ain't fucking shitty hair, dunce face! Stop with the nicknames before I shove your face into a damn wall, dumbass!"

"Kaminari, I swear to God if you provoke him-"

"Oh, so Kirishima can but I can't? Do you have somethin' for him, eh, Bakubro?"

"...Dude, run."

"Son of a bitch, what the fuck are you suggesting?! Hey- get the fuck over here!"

"Shit! Guys, help!"

"You brought this upon yourself. Face the consequences."

All of the sudden voices caused Todoroki to lean back into his bed, struggling to see everybody. He lifted his hand again, tugging at his bandages, ignoring the frantic protests from his classmates. He recklessly unraveled them, yet didn't see light leak through and became more desperate. He clawed at the material, feeling the last layer about to be torn off when suddenly, Recovery Girl's aged hands were restraining him.

"I was kind enough to allow Midoriya to come in here, then all of you rascals come storming in here, and then my patient is trying to undo his bandages. What a scene." She sighed, gently forcing Todoroki's hands down and looked at the onlookers.

"I need some privacy, so if you may, please leave. You can all come back later." The group hung their heads with dejected looks (except for Bakugo, of course) as they left the crowded room. Midoriya tailed behind them, walking slower and throwing worried glances in Todoroki's directions. Once the door was clicked shut, Recovery Girl turned her attention to him and gave a loud sigh.

"What I'm going to tell you isn't the best of news. I only told Midoriya the gist of it, so promise not to freak out and have a panic attack again." Todoroki numbly nodded.

"Good. Well, Dabi's fire was exceptionally hot, and much hotter than whatever gave you your original scar. It burnt off most of the skin around your eye resulting in it making a larger scar. Not only that, but your nerves were damaged too badly so you've lost sight in your left eye." He froze.

He should've seen it coming.

Recovery Girl went on with a somber expression. "Not only that but almost the entire left side of your face will be extremely sensitive. You can consider it your Achilles' Heel, perhaps. Try to avoid any contact to your face in general, and also don't-"

God, what was his father going to say about this-?

Fuck.

"-and for once, maybe listen to my advice for once-"

"R-Recovery Girl," He croaked. She paused. "Does... my father know about this whole ordeal?" She blinked.

"Of course. We contacted him first thing, but he said he was away for a business trip and couldn't come in to visit." She scoffed. "Besides, even if you tried to hide that hideous injury from him, it'd be in vain. Even a bat could see the wad of bandages around your face." Todoroki felt like dying at that moment.

"Must I return home?"

"Surely you don't expect us to have you attend your classes with such an injury? Yes, we'll be sending you home tomorrow to rest and you'll return to school in two weeks prior. We already contacted Endeavor to let him know." Scratch that previous thought; Todoroki was close to throwing himself out the window.

"...ah, okay." He whispered. Recovery Girl frowned but made no comment of it. She closed the curtains around his bed and left, vanishing from view. Once he heard the door click shut, he sank into his bed and tried to push the upcoming wetness away from his eyes.

He hadn't been to his home in almost a year, residing instead in the dorms. Usually on breaks he would go home, greet Fuyumi and Natsuo, then walk to Midoriya's house and hope that his mother would allow him to sleep there. His father was often out patrolling in the day, while at night he would return home and train.

The last time Todoroki hadn't been able to leave the house in time was when he'd fallen asleep on his futon, forgetting for a moment his problems and relaxed. He was woken by the slam of his door and a fist in his T-Shirt collar and was met with a kick to the ribs. Endeavor had proceeded to drag the stunned boy to the training room, where Todoroki fought his drowsiness and got his ass kicked. He'd returned to his room that night with seven missed calls from Midoriya, who he quickly sent a text saying that he'd fallen asleep and he was fine. He didn't mention the burn covering most of his lower leg.

He just had the best damn luck, didn't he?

He cupped his hands around his eyes, trying to somehow push his tears back into his eyes with no success.

He was too busy crying to notice the green tips of hair pointing out from the now open door of the infirmary.