"Score!" Mina danced around the room enthusiastically. Kaminari highfived her. Jiro put her hands on her hips, "Well of course you won at ping-pong. All of the highly athletic people are on your team. Shoji is on your team!" Shoji looked surprised at that, but quickly settled on happy embarrassment at his classmates praise about his skills.

Kirishima laughed, "That's what we said when you guys got Yaoyorozu and Izuku on the facts based game."

Izuku blushed and Uraraka giggled at his face. She leaned against the back of the couch watching the class excitedly. Aoyama sniffed, "You don't need them, if you have me!" He struck a pose. Bakugo roared, "It's because of you that we lost!"

Kirishima stopped Bakugo from charging over with a well placed remark and a hand on his shoulder. Bakugo looked like a furious bull being dragged back into its cage, but he let the fire simmering in his palms flicker out. Aoyama looked a bit offended and opened his mouth to protest but Uraraka interrupted him, patting his shoulder, "Sure, you're the most fabulous out of all of us."

The class continued talking, Izuku pointing out why and how the game was won.

Toshinori smiled faintly from where he was drying dishes by the sink. The new dormitories had indeed led to more class bonding, the children all taking to each other like rice and beans. Young Bakugo had finally found his group, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all taking him in. They weren't afraid to poke a little fun at him, but at least Bakugo could sense that they truly were friends with him.

Poor Izuku had been trying to accomplish the same thing in years that Kirishima had accomplished in a week.

Toshinori stretched, reaching over the counter to place a glass in its cupboard. One of the kids let out an alarmed shriek, and Toshinori startled badly, dropping the glass and accidentally ramming himself into the side of the corner of the counter.

He barely registered the cup shattering as his side screamed with pain.

He jackknifed forward and slowly sunk down to the floor, his right hand clawing at his side, breath coming out in heavy wheezes. His eyes were blurring with tears as he concentrated on breathing properly. His left hand gripped the edge of the counter in a white-knuckled grip. He could feel the blood bubbling up in an angry response as he closed his eyes in an attempt to block the world out. He spluttered, convulsing as he coughed raggedly, his throat burning with protest, blood spattering the now glass covered tile.

He became dimly aware of someone calling his name. His side burned with a vicious fire. "All Might! All Might! Are you okay?"

"Someone get a teacher!"

"All Might!"

The roar in his ears died down slowly, the hands pulling at him calming as his labored breathing slowed and his ragged coughs died down into gurgles.

He opened his eyes, squinting against the too bright lights. Izuku peered worriedly over him, "All Might are you alright?"

His strained esophagus protested against speech, "I'm... I'm fine."

He winced against the sudden roar from... Bakugo? Kirishima spoke over the loud choice curse words, "All Might, I don't think Bakugo agrees with you. And I'm kinda inclined to agree... I mean..." Kirishima disappeared from view. Tokoyami from somewhere behind him sighed with palpable relief, "Teacher!"

Aizawa appeared growling, "What happened?"

Toshinori pushed himself up halfheartedly, but Izuku stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, "I don't think you should get up yet, All Might. We're still cleaning up the glass."

Aizawa crouched down beside them, "We can at least sit him up."

They got him leaning against the cupboards, his side writhing at every movement, flares of pain stabbing him in the side. All Might looked increasingly disconcerted as he realized that whole class had gathered around him like worried mother hens. A hand went to his side, "I'm fine, I just- I hit the corner too hard."

Izuku frowned, "On... On your left side?"

He grimaced, wiping away the blood still trickling down his chin, "Yes, my boy. But I'll be fine. I've done it before, unfortunately."

Ojiro spoke up, dumping the last of the shattered glass, "What so significant about his left side?"

Izuku's eyes widened, "It- you don't- All Might you didn't tell them? I mean, not that I should be questioning it or anything, All Might-sensei and I just thought you would've said something by now and it's very important that we all know in case something like this happens-"

"Do not fret young Midoryia, you're right. I really should've told you all now that I'm living in the dorms." He smiled wanly at his class. Aizawa frowned, "Are you okay?"

Toshinori nodded, teeth gritted in a stubborn smile, feeling guilty for waking Aizawa up as his side throbbed, "Yes, there wasn't any need to trouble you."

Aizawa grunted disbelievingly but walked away dragging his sleeping bag with him. He didn't leave the room, however, instead flopping over on the couch and sleeping there. It was a rather touching sign of concern from him.

He sighed, looking at his long legs splayed across the floor, the endless pulsing in his side deadening a little at last, "The reason that I retired was because of Kamino Ward, yes?"

They nodded, unconsciously moving closer around their teacher as he sighed, "I- that's part of the reason, yes. You see about six or seven years ago there was a fight, and I was injured." He swallowed, thinking of it, "I lost my stomach, a few ribs, and my left lung... my respiratory system ended up pretty much shot." He continued despite the gasps from the class and a worried 'ribbit' from Tsuyu. "Ever since then I've been getting weaker." He gestured at himself with mild disgust- referring to his skeleton-like appearance, "The resulting numerous and extensive surgeries are part of the reason I look like this."

He lifted up his shirt, grimacing at the raised knotted flesh, now inflamed and irritated from his run in with the counter, a yellow-purple bruise already forming. The ugly scar spiraled outward like a grotesque flower, his side punched inwards unnaturally, accenting the tilt of his shattered bad hip and the jagged ribs in his too skinny chest.

He let the shirt drop, an ashamed frown in place as he avoided looking up at them, "I'm sorry, kids, I really should've told you earlier but I suppose I just forgot about it." His side seized uncomfortably as he breathed in too deeply.

"You... You just forgot to mention it?"

He looked up at Koda's appalled voice. The shy boy was speaking!

He was also visibly distressed, "All Might, you- you could've died! How-" the boy was crying and All Might panicked, "Koji, my boy, I'm alright now-"

"No! No, you're not!" Koji seemed as surprised as the rest of his class at his outburst but continued stubbornly, "You've kept this a secret from everyone for years! You don't sleep enough, you don't eat enough, and you push yourself too much!" He wiped at his eyes, "You've been hurting for so long, All Might. Please let us help you. We- I don't want you to get hurt anymore, All Might." A sniffle, "Please, don't get hurt."

Toshinori stretched, ignoring the pull at his side, and brought him in for a hug, "I'm sorry, Koji. I'll try not worry you anymore, I promise."

Tsuyu took Koji's hug as an excuse to move closer, resting her head on Toshinori's right shoulder, "You really worried us, All Might, sir. Ribbit."

The class moved, getting as close as they dared without aggravating his side. Sato raised his fists determinedly, "Yeah! We'll take care of you, All Might! From now on, we'll help you!"

Yaoyorozu nodded vehemently, "You don't have to do this alone, anymore, sir!"

"You can count on us!"

All Might gave his class a small smile, "I have no doubt that you all will do a wonderful job." Izuku rested his head tentatively on his teacher's other shoulder with a contented sigh.

All Might ruffled the boy's hair and felt infinitely proud and grateful for the kids that surrounded him.