Notes: So, I finished this a while back, and have finally decided to transfer this from Tumblr over to FFN. I hope you all enjoy it! This has 6 parts in general, and I'm going to take to uploading them every Wednesday and Sunday!

The building collapsed in roughly the same amount of time as it times Shouto to blink.

He doesn't have the time to hesitate though. Instead, he sends up a wall of ice in the attempt to keep the housing complex in one piece long enough for Iida to grab the final civilians from the wreckage. It's not easy, and he needs to keep a constantly flow of ice to battle against the weight.

Another surge of ice leaves him feeling chilled, ice crystallising by his ear. He… knows he needs to regulate his temperature, but not now – he won't use his father's power when everyone's watching. Only after everyone's been saved, taken to the paramedics and Shouto can get somewhere he can regulate his temperature without being seen.

He's the opposite to Endeavour, and Shouto refuses to let anyone see the moments when… he's not.

"Ingenium," he says into his ear piece, trying to keep his teeth from shattering, "how many more?"

Shouto grits his teeth as he keeps the structure in one piece, waits for the answer with bated breath.

"Three," Iida responds, and the low number is enough to rid Shouto of the tension in his shoulders, the pressure he's placing on himself to keep the building up. Not too long now, especially considering Iida's speed. Shouto can practically hear the seconds ticking down until he can let the building drop. "No wait, someone's claiming there's a fourth, higher up."

"What?"

Seconds pass before Iida responds again, although he seems slightly quieter now, less certain in himself. He says, "A child is trapped on the upper floor, we've just got word from the police."

Shouto doesn't know what to do about that. The higher floors have already started to collapse on themselves, and well, he hadn't thought there was anyone on the upper floors after the initial evacuation order had been given. Foolish, he thinks, because they shouldn't have run on assumptions, and he's a pro hero, he can't make mistakes.

"Do you know which floor?" Shouto asks after a moment, and his hands are cold now. It seems he won't have a choice, he'll need to warm himself up with his flames if he wants to save the kid. He'll make the heat low, a small heat that'll melt away ice in a way that won't be too noticeable.

"We're certain it's either the seventh or the eighth." Iida responds, and his voice is terse. "The staircases haven't held, I can't get up-"

"Get outside," Shouto orders, "I'll create a ramp. Do you think you'll have enough grip on the ice?"

A pause – hesitation. "I'll make it work."

Shouto nods, feels fire warm his body, and readies himself to create a second ramp alongside the ice structure he's already creating. He won't be able to hold it long, he's already told Iida, but there should be enough time before he needs to prioritise his ice.

"Okay – let's go." He mutters, and pushes himself even further until the heat he's using isn't enough any more and all he feels is cold.

As soon as they're certain there aren't any more civilians inside, Shouto lets the building drop. It's a controlled destruction, something that makes the building fold inward on itself, rather than leaving rubble falling outward into the street.

The building drops, and so does Shouto. His legs feel like weight, and he's on his knees for a second before he pulls himself up, heading down to Iida and the civilians, and even the media that's starting to flock to the scene like moths to light.

In this case, it's just the media being drawn to the heroes.

He uses ice to create a thin ramp of his own to get down from the building he'd stood on, leaving it to flake away into snow when he finds on the ground. There's all sorts of TV channels reporting the scene by the time he's on the ground, and he has to say the words 'no comment' to everyone he passes as he makes his way towards Iida.

To Iida, who is stood talking to a… he's not a civilian with the way Iida is stood – he's more rigid than usual – but the lack of costume shows that he's clearly not a hero either.

"Yes," Iida says, as Shouto comes to a stop beside him, "I'll be certain to stop by, y-yes."

The… non-civilian is short, with wavy green hair that seems almost like bed-head rather than a hairstyle. Shouto wonders whether he's just rolled out of bed, shakes his head at even questioning it – the answers probably yes – before stepping forward.

"Ingenium," he says, trying to grab the heroes attention. He succeeds, but it brings the man's attention as well, and that's definitely not something he wants right now, not with his body feeling cold, and him knowing that he needs to warm up quickly less he become hyperthermic.

"Shouto," Iida responds, and he's always hesitant with the hero name, mainly because it includes his forename, and there's something about that he's always found a little… awkward. "Thank you for all the help today. I know that technically it was your day off."

He says technically, but they all know that a hero doesn't get many breaks. It's not like they can turn around and say they're not going to save lives today because it's a Sunday afternoon.

"It's alright," Shouto responds, even if it is a little bit of a pain. "It shouldn't take too long to write out the report. Can I leave you to the press?"

Iida nods.

The green haired man however, steps forward, his arms raised into mini fists as he exclaims. "You're just going to go to the precinct? No. I won't allow it."

"Midoriya," Iida says, and he sounds almost scandalised, shocked, "you can't just-"

"No," Midoriya shakes his head, takes a step forward. "I refuse to let him leave until he lets me look him over, at least."

Shouto almost chokes at that, takes a step backwards – who even is this man? - before breathing a sigh. He's cold, he's tired, and he does not have the energy for this right now.

Midoriya flushes, cheeks reddening, and he waves his hands in front of his face in an attempt to dissipate his previous words from existence.

"What I mean," he says after a few seconds, "is that I'm a doctor. And I'm not letting you leave until I'm sure your health won't suffer for it."

Right. Shouto admits that it makes more sense now – except, he still doesn't need a doctor, all he needs is a day off which actually includes some sort of rest.

"I'm fine," he insists. There hadn't been any actual fighting, no present villains, just a building they'd claimed they'd knock down at a set time, and since Shouto hadn't actually gone inside the falling building, he'd not gained any injuries.

"Oh please," Midoriya says, and he leans forward eyes glancing up and down Shouto's form. He shakes his head, "your quirk requires regulating your temperature right? And yet you're clearly showing signs of hypothermia."

"I'll just warm myself up then."

Midoriya crosses his arms now, narrows his eyes in the way Shouto has only ever seen medical practitioners exhibit. It's the look that reads, 'you think you know better, but I'm the doctor here'. It makes Shouto wonder what's so stupid about using his quirk to warm himself up.

"Oh yeah," Midoriya says, "do that if you want to go into cardiac arrest."

"M-Midoriya?" Iida cuts between the two of them, a welcome distraction. It's almost scandalised, as if he's not used to the doctor speaking in such a manner. Not that Shouto can blame him, most doctors he's met usually aren't so blunt.

"Listen," Midoriya says, and he lifts the back of his hand to Shouto's neck, something that causes the hero to stiffen slightly, "you can take your chances if you want, but you risk developing cardiac arrhythmia as well – an abnormal heartbeat – and that would lead you to need time off as a hero."

Shouto almost wants to risk it, mainly because he'd get time off for once, and some sort of holiday, even if it felt a little uneasy and painful. In the end though, he decides it's not a risk he can take, and he breathes another sigh.

"Fine." He says.

Shouto lifts his hands, an almost distressing movement that indicates he'll be in Midoriya's care for the time being, and he tries to avoid another sigh as the man grabs hold of his hand, pulling him towards the paramedics that are fanning back and forth around the scene. Iida follows behind them, and Shout finds himself wondering whether the hero is following him or Midoriya.

"Seriously," Midoriya sighs, as he sits Shouto down at the end of the van, climbing inside and waving a quick hello to one of the paramedics. He sifts through the medical supplies, opens one of the middle drawers beneath the defibrillator. "Doesn't your doctor warn you about things like this? I'm tempted to give you saline just from how cold you already feel."

Shouto tries not to stare, fails, and realises he's not responded. At this point, he's more interested in watching the man go about his work, than responding to him.

"I don't have a doctor," Shouto replies. Technically, he doesn't – he probably should, but he's refused to go to his family doctor purely out of spite to his father, and seeing as he hasn't actually fallen ill recently, he's had no need to switch to a new one.

Beside him, Iida shakes his head. As if he knows this will illicit a reaction, and regrets Shouto's response as if it is his own.

"You don't?" Midoriya splutters, as he lifts Shouto's arms where he places a heat pack in the grove of his armpits. "All heroes require a registered doctor that specialises in quirks application and misuse. How have you…"

Shouto shrugs, opens his mouth for the thermometer that's placed under his tongue.

Midoriya sighs, taps his foot before climbing back into the van. He returns with a box of medical supplies, all things Shouto knows can't be for him. First off – there are bandages and disinfectants and other things he knows he doesn't need.

He's a little cold, yes, but that's all.

"Okay then…" Midoriya takes a breath, passes the box to Iida with a request for the man to hold them for a second, as he turns back to Shouto. "I'll be your doctor for now. This Thursday, you'll have an check up at 8 a.m. Iida will give you the address."

He takes the thermometer, tilts his head as he looks at the reading.

"No saline drip this time," Midoriya claims, "you should warm up if you stay there – there's a blanket inside, put it around you, and in about twenty minutes you'll be fine to go."

He turns then, almost dismissive with his thoughts, and takes the box back from Iida. Then, with a small smile, he says, "see you then," before rushing off towards the civilians and paramedics on the scene.

Shouto glances at Iida. He frowns. "He's quite the character."

"Midoriya is very passionate about his work," Iida says. He clears his throat, glances at the man as he moves towards other people, "he's not usually so… forceful though."

Shouto hums.

He'd seemed forceful enough.

"I'll be in late tomorrow," Shouto says on Wednesday, glancing at Yaoyorozu Momo, the person he's partnered with most often during hero work. They work well together, and Shouto would go as far as to say she's his closest friend.

"Oh?" Yaoyorozu responds, from the other side of her desk. They're desks are pitted opposite one another, and as much as Shouto enjoys working with Yaoyorozu, he hates working in this stupid office for his father. He's trapped though… to leave would mean practically walking out on being a hero – he can hardly imagine leaving without his reputation being tainted by a negative reference on his father's behalf. "You've not been late in the four years you've worked here."

Shouto signs the report he's due to hand over to the police about his most recent fight against a villain with a shape-shifting quirk, glances over his computer monitor to look his friend in the eyes. He says, "I've got a medical check-up, that's all."

Yaoyorozu raises an eyebrow. "You're ill?"

"No," he shakes his head, "it's just a check-up. That's all."

"Since when have you done check ups?" Yaoyorozu shakes her head, tightens her ponytail with clipped nails. She's not wrong, but it does leave Shouto with a faint feeling of annoyance – he's not that bad regarding his own health. Is he?

"Since I got a new doctor." That receives a raised eyebrow, a questioning expression, and Shouto straightens as he realises he'll have to tell the story about his strange new doctor who'd practically forced his services on him. By the time he's finished explaining, Yaoyorozu's expression is a mixture of amused and annoyed.

"You didn't know warming up too quickly could cause a heart attack?" She says, and her tone is blank, almost as agitated as Midoriya's had sounded.

"Not all of us know first aid," Shouto sighs, although now he almost feels like he should take a course on it, he's severely lacking on that end. "And I've been doing it for years, it's hardly been an issue."

Another sigh. Exasperation practically becomes the woman. "Only you, Todoroki."

"Whatever." Shouto glances back at his computer, sighs over the emails in his inbox. It looks like he'll be in the office late again tonight. He's hardly ready for another late work, but he can't exactly complain about it.

"You'll have to let me know if he's good though," Yaoyorozu says after a while, "I've been meaning to move over to a new doctor for a while now."

"I thought you liked your doctor," Shouto says, although he notes it in his head. He'll have to remember to let her know.

"I do," a sigh, "but she's hideously overpriced for the service she offers. I know heroes have to go private, but some doctors are just extortionate with their prices. What're this guys prices though?"

Shouto's lips press into a thin line. He doesn't… actually know.

Thursday brings a change of pace.

Not just because it means he can have an extra hour in bed – rather than getting up at five to be at the hero agency at seven a.m, Shouto only needs to be at Midoriya's clinic for eight a.m – but because he actually has time to relax in his apartment before leaving.

Usually he doesn't have time to both shower and have breakfast before heading out of the door, but today he does both, sits down to watch crappy hero interviews on the news. His old classmate is being interviewed this time, someone he'd not really talked to much during his years at UA high, and hasn't talked to at all since – Uraraka Ochako, although the world knows her as Uravity.

Frankly, Shouto hasn't offered much thought to any of his classmates, save the few he often finds himself working with – bar Yaoyorozu – and it's not really been a problem. Not that he's had the time to think about them, being a hero is busy work.

"-So, that was quite a fight you had on Monday," a news reporter, Shouto identifies her as Amemiya Yusa, comments, when he finally glances at the TV, "against the villains responsible for the most recent muggings in Shinjuku."

Uraraka nods, short hair bouncing from her shoulders. It's longer now, than it was when they were students, and she looks different – more… like the adult she is, Shouto supposes.

"Yes," Uraraka says, "working together with the hero Froppy, we had to take down three villains all with telekinesis powers. People have been calling the villains dustmen, because they'd used rubble from back alleys to knock people unconscious."

Ameniya nods. She says, "and the fight, it got quite intense. You were injured, were you not?"

For a moment, Uraraka nods. It's not becoming of heroes to lie, even if it's uneasy to declare that heroes get injured too. She says, "most fights end with injuries if they're not dealt with quickly, either that of heroes or civilians, but this time it's alright, I've got a great doctor helping me out."

Shouto turns the TV off. Uraraka's smile however, lingers on the pixels, before blacking out.

He's early to the clinic by fifteen minutes.

Fortunately, the building is open, something that other places he's been before don't do, since they only open up when the doctor arrives… Not that Shouto even knows Midoriya's time table, within all reason he could operate at odd hours.

What does Shouto know, he's only met the guy once.

And yet, as he checks himself in on the small touch screen monitor by the entrance, he's not quite expecting this. It's a nice waiting room, something that Shouto admires. There are chairs for patients – and if the rooms are anything to show, more than one doctor works in the practise – and in the corner there's a small playpen for children.

It's all very comforting, and Shouto thinks he'd feel at peace in an empty waiting room like this if only the secretary behind the front desk didn't seem so tense, her eyes flickering towards the room furthest from the entrance.

The door opens, and Shouto can kind of understand why.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, you get that Deku?" The voice, Shouto is certain, belongs to his ex-classmate Bakugou Katsuki, and the tone… well, Shouto understands why the secretary would be nervous, he sounds just about ready to let off an explosion with his quirk.

"Now now, I'm pretty sure that's what you're paying me to do Kacchan."

Kacchan. If Shouto were still a teenager, the nickname would be brilliant blackmail material. Luckily, he is both an adult, and mature which means he'll definitely not… he'll definitely not…

Okay, he's going to remember Kacchan and ask about it if he even needs to deflect Bakugou's attention from something.

Bakugou is the first person out of the door, spiky golden hair the first thing Shouto sees. Followed by that is the permanent scowl etched into his forehead, his eyes narrowed into a glare. He's wearing civilian clothes, off-duty then, like Shouto currently is, and there's something about it that seems almost unnerving.

Midoriya comes out of the door next, and he's wearing the stereotypical doctors coat, although it's been… altered slightly. There's a sticker on his shoulder, and if he squints Shouto can see that it's All-Might, the hero that's slowly faded from the line of duty and has taken up the role of educator instead.

"I pay you to keep me fucking healthy, not to tell me what to do." Bakugou bites.

And Midoriya, somehow, doesn't let the venom infect his smile. He grins as he taps the clipboard he's holding against his waist. "All I'm saying is that if you want to strengthen your quirk, you want to eat more foods with nitric oxide, that's all."

Bakugou's glare intensifies. Even Shouto feels tempted to shrink away from it, and he's a pro hero.

Midoriya lifts his spare hand, throws it up in an imitation of a cheer. He says, "drink more cocoa, Kacchan. Eat some cranberries. Yeah!"

He lowers his hand when the glare starts to burn. After a second, his lips thinning as he tilts his head, expression lost in thought, he lifts the clipboard to his chest. In a tone similar to the one he'd spoken to Shouto in, he says, "well, it's up to you really. But if you wanna get stronger, that's my suggestion."

The tone really has been perfected, and with the slight lift of his chin, Midoriya really does express the idea that he knows better. Bakugou makes a noise that is half dismissal, half approving grunt, before lifting his hand up in a lazy version of a wave.

"Whatever weirdo," the hero says, and he walks straight past the secretary without offering a second glance, "I'm outta here."

"See ya," Midoriya says after a moment, expression bright again, almost as if a switch has been turned inside him. He waves as well, before turning his gaze onto Shouto, sat awkwardly in the middle of the waiting room. "Todoroki! You came! Wanna come on in?"

Shouto avoids asking why Midoriya is so happy about him showing up, and nods instead. He stands, makes his way into the man's office, closing the door behind him. Midoriya waves for him to take a seat, before sitting down in his own, turning to his computer.

"So," Midoriya says, as way of greeting, "I had a little bit of trouble gathering your medical records – the current general practitioner for the Todoroki family did not want to budge when I sent him an email, no matter how many times I told him that I was taking over your care."

He presses enter on his keyboard, unlocking the server, where he quickly types Todoroki's family name into the database. There are several options, but Midoriya clicks the middle one before Shouto can even read anyone else's names.

"Uh…" Shouto doesn't quite know how to respond to that. "Sorry, I guess?"

"Oh no, no," Midoriya turns to look at him, offers a small smile, "it's not a big deal. I sent an email to U.A high, and they sent me the medical records they had on record from before your graduation. It just means I'll need you to catch me up on the years since then."

Shouto shrugs his shoulders, "I've not been to the doctors in years, so there's nothing to add to the records…"

He receives a concerned frown.

There's a pause, and then Midoriya turns his head, glances back at his computer. He says, "that's alright, it just means you'll have to have some booster shots and extra tests that I could have been given results for. We'll fit those appointments around your schedule. What time do you finish work?"

Shouto grimaces.

The expression is answer enough.

"Okay then…" Midoriya says after a moment, and as he scoots his chair closer to the computer, Shouto is presented with a closer view of the sticker on the man's shoulder. It's just above his bicep, and Shouto finds himself drawn between thinking it's extremely cute, and that it's the result of working with children as patients. "Let's begin, shall we?"

First, Shouto has to give his address, confirm his name and hero agency details.

Then, the begin the official check up. Midoriya takes his weight first – 'a little under the average, but we'll find a way to bulk you up' – then he assesses Shouto's blood pressure and forces him to sit down and tests his vision.

"You're not an optician." Shouto sighs, half way through reading letters aloud and being asked which lens is easier to see through 'a or b'?

"My patient's are all heroes," Midoriya sighs, snapping another lens down and waiting until Shouto says 'a'. "Since you're all pressed for time, doctors specialising in hero care offer check-ups including what care you'd receive at an opticians. It keeps you limited to one place."

"I see…" Shouto responds, and his expression flickers momentarily back down to the sticker on his shoulder. If all his patients are heroes though… then doesn't that mean that a child couldn't have stuck it to his coat without him noticing?

Midoriya hums, gathering his attention as he pulls the lens' away, declaring Shouto has perfect vision, and that they won't need to worry with another test like that for at least another year. Then, he leans backward, plucks a tool from his desk and checks Shouto's ears.

"Please tell me your not a dentist too," Shouto mutters, when the doctor steps back and settles back in his chair. He types something up, almost like a note to himself, and not something permanently on record.

"Oh no," Midoriya laughs – the sound, if possible, sounds like sunshine. "I don't work with teeth, don't worry. You'll have to stay with your regular dentist… You do have a dentist right?"

"Of course I have a dentist."

Midoriya turns, squints. "I would have thought you'd have a doctor as well, but apparently not, Todoroki."

Shouto, despite his best attempts, flushes.

And, in an attempt to deflect the attention, turning it back on to Midoriya, he splutters, "did you know there's a sticker on your coat?"

The other man beams, lifts his hand so he can laugh behind it, before nodding his head. Once again, he turns back to the computer, typing something into his notes, before momentarily glancing over his shoulder.

His shoulders shake as he turns back, laugh-lines in his face as he grins. After a second he says, "oh that sticker. Every day a certain patient of mine is booked to visit, I always put on a sticker like this. He always gets so embarrassed."

Shouto narrows his eyes at the sticker again, glances at the All-Might cartoon with it's thumbs up, before turning back to Midoriya.

"Is…" He struggles to grasp the words he's after, decides instead just to improvise. "…Are you All-Might's personal doctor?"

His fees must be outrageous.

Why didn't Iida warn him?

Midoriya turns back to him, grins wide enough that Shouto knows the answer isyes. And then, the man says, "I'm afraid doctor-patient confidentiality keeps me from disclosing my patients, Todoroki."

Shouto pauses.

His doctor has fucking All-Might for a patient.

"Anyway," Midoriya says, swivelling in his chair to face Shouto, looking very much like he hasn't just dropped the bombshell of his most famous client, "I'll need you to come back in a few days, just for some routine shots and blood tests. I wanna ensure your levels are all fine."

"Okay."

"And, then from there, we'll come up with a plan that's good for you. Some heroes like to go over suitable diets that coincide with their results, others don't want that. We'll decide on it. Do you need me to get you a list of psychologist's, that's also a requirement for heroes too, you know."

Shouto crosses his arms, "Endeavour's agency forces a set of hours a month with the agency's appointed psychologist."

Midoriya nods. "Good. Then… that's us done for today Todoroki."

He smiles, stands from his chair, walks Shouto to the door.

It's not until Shouto is half way on-route to work that he realises that while his body might have left the Midoriya's office, his mind is still very much so focused on the doctor and the All-Might sticker on the shoulder of his coat. His ears still feel warm with that sunshine laughter, and Shouto lifts his hands up to his cheeks to cover slightly flushed cheeks.

"Oh no," Shouto mutters, his cheeks burning, "this isn't good."