Midoriya then realized how close he actually was to Nensu. His face was far more closer than he had been any time recent(but he still did remember when she kissed him in the cheek), that her voice sounded even sweeter in the distance. Midoriya pulled back, his face slightly lighting up. He crawled away so that the closest part to her was the injured arm. In the middle of Midoriya being a shy mess, he heard the pro hero chuckle and smash her hands on the two teens’ shoulders.
“Now, you don’t look so fine, maybe I could escort you to the local hospital? What do you say?”
She said. Midoriya looked at Nensu. He couldn’t have her cool his arm forever. And paying a visit to a hospital seemed like the best choice in a case like this-a handprint left on his arm wasn’t really a joyful thing to have.
“Sure... I guess?”
The hero nodded and turned to Nensu, her black ponytail hair weakly swinging to the mild breeze.
“What does the lady say?”