Chapter Text
A pair of hands, dark-skinned and perfectly manicured, slammed down on the desk in front of you. Without looking up from the paperwork you were filling out, you hummed acknowledgement. The owner of the hands was panting, having clearly run from her own office to yours. You used the time it took her to catch her breath to finish filling out your report.
"Start packing," she finally said.
"Excuse me?" You muttered, turning the page over to start filling out the back side.
"There's gonna be an emergency, and you have to be there to heal someone, but we're in the wrong country."
"And what country are we supposed to be in?" You asked, finally looking up from your papers.
"I... Don't know." Her hair was in a bun at the base of her neck, but the run from her office to yours had knocked a few micro braids out of it.
"Have you ever had a premonition that specifically told you to go to another country before?" You stood, tucking your own (h/c) hair behind an ear.
"No, but I'm absolutely certain that we're in the wrong country right now." You could tell that it was a true premonition because her normally brown eyes were glittering gold.
"Okay, Inara, sit down. Let's figure the details, and go from there." You went to the mini fridge next to your desk and pulled out two bottles of water, passing one to Inara. Inara did as she was told, taking deep breaths to settle herself.
"(Y/N), I think this is the biggest premonition I've had since that earthquake two years ago," Inara said, staring down at her hands.
"That's alright," you said calmly, settling back into your chair. You tucked the unfinished paperwork into its respective folder and set it aside, pulling out your notebook instead.
"Let's start with when," you said, clicking your pen.
--
The trip from America to Japan was more exhausting than expected, and Inara suggested getting a hotel immediately. The walk to your hotel, however, brought you past a restaurant that smelled too good to ignore. A tug on Inara's sleeve and a finger pointed at the building was all it took to convince your childhood friend that the detour would be worth it.
You were teaching Inara how to hold her chopsticks when someone decided to interrupt. That someone was an oversized crocodile-looking fellow that insisted his plate didn't match what he'd ordered. How that drove him to swinging a clawed fist at the waiter was beyond you, but you didn't get your hero's license to watch waitstaff get smacked around. With a sigh, you set down your chopsticks and stood up.
"Leave it alone, friend," you said tiredly. "No one wants trouble here. Why not have the staff bring out the plate you did order?"
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" He yelled, turning toward you. You glared at him, crossing your arms.
"Why not? Getting arrested over some sashimi doesn't seem worth it to me." He just roared, charging you now. Inara yelped, falling backward out of her chair as she tried to stand up.
Just as you shifted your weight to better receive your new guest, the door to the restaurant slammed open and your opponent stumbled to a stop, turning toward the interruption.
"Never fear!" A deep voice announced. "Why? Because I am here!" The man in the doorway was massive; maybe 7 feet tall and nothing but muscle. His blonde hair was pulled up into spikes on either side of his head, the rest greased back behind tanned ears.
"WRONG PLATE!" The crocodile yelled, now turning toward Muscles.
"He's lost it," you noted drily as Croc charged Muscles. You were somewhat impressed when Muscles stepped to the side to let Croc by, effectively bringing the fight out to the street instead of the crowded restaurant.
Looking around, you spotted the waiter that had been struck and walked up to him. His face was a bloody mess, three or more cuts running from one corner of his face up and around to his forehead. It was hard to see details through the blood. The woman he'd collapsed into was in hysterics, but at least your new patient was unconscious.
"Settle down, Miss," you said in your best hero-voice. It wasn't much, but Inara was already approaching, so you let your friend take the woman's attention while you turned to the waiter.
Turning him so that he lay flat on his back, you pressed a finger under the corner of his jaw and touched your other palm to his forehead. Silver lines spread from your touch across his skin at jagged angles that reminded you of lightning bolts. Lightning quirk? You wondered, only vaguely curious. Such a small injury healed almost instantly, the skin pulling back into place and closing itself up neatly. Though his face was still covered in blood, you could tell he wouldn't have a scar. A quick check on his brain told you that there was no concussion; he'd probably passed out from simple shock. His nose had nearly come off, after all.
You were wiping the man's face off with a nearby napkin when a shadow passed ominously overhead. Ignoring Muscles, you reached for a glass of clear liquid from the bar in front of you. Sniffing it, you grimaced.
"Sake," you muttered, setting the drink back down and looking around. Muscles cleared his throat, clearly trying to get your attention. He could wait, you decided. Looking around some more, you spotted another promising-looking cup on the table a few feet away. It was when you stood that Muscles finally decided you'd ignored him long enough, and put a hand on your shoulder.
"Forgive me, Friend," he said in that rumbling voice. "But did you just use your quirk on this man?" You turned to frown at him, and were met with shockingly blue eyes and an oversized smile.
"Yes," you said shortly, "and now I'm looking for water to clean his face off. He'll wake up soon." As if on cue, the man on the floor let out a small groan.
"It is illegal to use one's quirk on another without proper authorization," Muscles said, a bit sternly.
"Well, good thing I have authorization," you answered, tugging your shoulder out of his hand and reaching for that cup. Another sniff, and you were disappointed again. You should have known from the bubbles on the side of the glass that it would be soda.
"Oh," he said, clearly startled, "then may I see your permit?" You glared up at him.
"Only if you help me find a cup of water," you grumbled, already reaching into your pocket. He blinked with confusion, then turned to one of the waiters that had gathered nearby.
"Good friend, can you please bring a cup of water?"
"Yes, Sir, All Might, Sir!" The waiter answered excitedly. He practically tripped over himself to get behind the restaurant counter. By his reaction, you guessed you ought to have recognized Muscles already. Pulling your hero license out, you offered it to the blonde giant in front of you.
"I haven't gotten a Japanese permit, yet, but I'm told that an American license is still enough around here."
"Yes, of course it is," he said, inspecting the plastic ID carefully. "Well, in that case, Dr. (L/N), I apologize for the interruption! Welcome to Japan!" He handed the license back to you, and you shoved it back into your wallet.
"Thank you," you muttered, turning toward the waiter as he returned with an entire pitcher of water. The man on the floor had sat up, looking up at Muscles - no, All Might - with awe in his eyes. You took the pitcher of water and sank down to the man on the floor, dipping another napkin into the water.
"Thank you, All Might!" He said excitedly, completely ignoring you. With a grimace, you took his chin in your hand and forced him to turn toward you.
"Thank him later," you ordered, "I need to make sure I healed you properly, first."
"(Y/N)," Inara said in her most exhasperated voice, "he's clearly meeting someone he idolizes." Inara spoke in English, still a beginner at Japanese. You grunted in response, wiping the man's face off with the damp cloth.
"Please do as this hero says, Sir!" All Might said cheerfully, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. "One should always follow the instructions of a doctor, after all!" All Might squatted down next to you, then signed the paper and presented it to the man whose face you were wiping off.
"Wow!" your patient gasped. You gave up on wiping the rest of the blood off of his face, pressing the wet cloth into his empty hand instead. What kind of ego does someone have to have to sign an autograph without even being asked first?
"Well, you'll be alright," you said, straightening up, "but please eat more broccoli." All Might stood up at the same time, turning that grin on you instead. You frowned up at him, wondering why he was still around.
"May I ask why you would tell him to eat more broccoli?" He asked, a tiny crease between his eyebrows.
"Iron deficiency. Don't you have a crocodile to arrest?" You turned back toward your table to find Inara standing uncomfortably close, staring openly at the big blonde. "Inara." She jumped, blushing at your raised eyebrow.
"I think I may have hit him too hard," he looked a bit embarrassed to admit it. "I would be grateful if you would heal him while we wait for the police."
"Fine," you grumbled, shoving her hands into your pockets and turning back toward the entrance. Two tables had been overturned in the chaos, but the waitstaff was already picking it up, some of them still sneaking glances at All Might.
The villain's injury turned out to be a concussion. It barely took a tap from your finger to fix him up, and by then the police had arrived. You watched with detached interest as the police interviewed All Might and packed their latest villain up into the back of one of their trucks. When they turned to you, you had to resist the urge to scowl. Was being left alone long enough to eat dinner really too much to ask?
Several minutes of answering questions - and a few compliments on your Japanese from the officer that interviewed you - and the police were on their way. All Might looked around, as if deciding where to go next, and caught your eye once more. You returned his look with a raised eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" You asked drily. Inara was standing behind you again, though this time she wasn't standing as close. That only really happened when she was nervous, and the danger had passed.
"You already have! And I thank you again! If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask!" With that, the giant blonde sank into a squat before disappearing with a rather impressive leap. You watched him go for a moment, distracted by those antennae-like bangs of his, before turning back to Inara.
"Let's get back to- Inara?" Inara was staring after All Might, eyes glittering gold and full of tears. "What is it?" You switched to English, knowing that she would be too distracted to translate from Japanese.
"That's it," she whispered as a tear trickled down her cheek. You grabbed her by the shoulders, steadying her and sending in a little bit of comforting warmth with your quirk. "That's what we're here for."
"What is, Inara?" You asked, shaking her slightly. You'd never seen her so upset by one of her premonitions - not even when she'd sensed the upcoming death of your father. "Inara!"
"He is," she finally said, eyes fading back to dark brown. She stepped closer to you and rested her head on your shoulder, shaking with sobs. After a moment of hesitation, you wrapped your arms around your friend, letting her lose herself into your shoulder.