It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

Except this wasn't fun, nor were they playing any games.

Class 1A were back to the grindstone, training their Quirks and battle tactics. Some were off pushing their Quirks past their limits, others were participating in hand to hand combat. Kirishima was fighting Sato, Iida was against Tokoyami, Tsu was against Kaminari, to name a few.

Was, being the key term in this situation. The class immediately stopped their training when three loud cracks went off throughout the gym.

The class and Aizawa looked around, trying to identify the source of the sounds. Everyone's attention was turned at Ojiro's shout.

"Holy shit, Midoriya! A-Are you okay?!" The tailed student exclaimed, kneeling down to his friend.

The sight made some shudder in disgust, while others like Kaminari and Mineta threw up at the ghastly scene before them.

The successor to All Might had both his bent and twisted in ways that shouldn't have been humanly possible, and the bone of his left arm pierced through the skin, allowing blood to ooze and flow through the gaping wound and land on the gym floor below.

"Well, that's not supposed to happen." Izuku stated, before everything went spinning and his head fell to the ground with a hard thud.

(Nurse's Office)

"Two broken legs, a broken arm, second and third-degree bones across his body, four broken ribs, a concussion, punctured lung, acidic burns on both legs, left busted ear drum, frostbite on his right arm, and finally, three large claw marks across his chest." Recovery Girl took a deep breath after informing Aizawa of the long list, before she took her cane and began smacking his right leg with it. "What are you teaching these kids Shota?! It's as if this poor boy did 20 rounds with that awful creature Yagi fought back at the USJ!"

Aizawa sighed where he sat and stared at the unmoving body of his problem child. His legs and arm were in casts, stitches ran across his chest where the claw marks were, and a number of tubes were pouring out of his chest and into the various machines that sat tall next to his bed. The constant beeping of one machine put his mind at ease, it let him know that Midoriya was still alive.

"I didn't teach them anything like this, Chiyo." He sighed again. "I don't know why the problem child didn't come to either of us with his injuries, or why he didn't take a break. He's as boneheaded as his idol."

Recovery Girl scowled, not knowing how to respond because, well, he had a point. Izuku was so much like All Might it was painful, and obvious why people like Todoroki thought they were father and son. With a sigh, she picked a white bag off of her desk and handed it to the teacher.

"He'll be bedridden for the next week, and this is his medication. Make sure he takes them accordingly." She ordered.

"Uh, aren't you going to fully heal him?"

"Are you kidding me?!" She gasped, making him feel like he missed something. "With his amount of injuries, he'd be put into a coma if I healed him fully! And, I'm starting my vacation tomorrow. Midoriya will have to take these until A: he fully heals, or B: Nezu finds a replacement for me." She informed.

Aizawa nodded, opening the bag and starring down at the numerous bottles full of different and brightly colored pills.

"Guess I'll have the kids watch over him as he recovers."

"That sounds like a good idea. Now get along so he can rest, just call me if anything happens."

(Class 1A homeroom)

Soft murmurs rang throughout the class, accompanied by fingers drumming on desktops. Class 1A, the majority of them anyway, were worried for the resident greenette. No one's legs should bend like that, and his arm? Some were still shuddering at the memory.

The door to the room opened, causing the murmurs to stop and some of the students to scramble back to their seats. Aizawa entered, holding the bag of medicine and watching as the kids stared at him with baited breaths.

"The problem child will be fine." He spoke, causing everyone to let out sighs of relief. "However, Midoriya will be bedridden for the next week. Recovery Girl has informed me of his injuries, and I want to know, who here as been sparring and training with Midoriya?"

Eight hands out of the current 19 students raised to answer. Ashido, Ojiro, Kirishima, Sato, Jiro, Tokoyami, Todoroki, and Bakugo to be more specific.

"Ok, all of his injuries seem to add up with your Quirks and fighting styles. You eight will be the ones to take care of Midoriya for the next week. The rest of you can help out if you wish, I don't really care."

"Oi! You can't make me take care of that shitty nerd! That's none of our fucking jobs!" Bakugo shouted, palms crackling in anger. There was no way he was gonna take care of Deku!

"It's either that or I expel you."

…There was one way he was gonna take care of Deku!

"Not that I don't mind taking care of Midori, why do we have to?" Ashido questioned.

"The problem child had some serious injuries. I don't expect you all to be in complete control of your Quirks, but I do expect you all to be careful while training with your classmates. Think of this as a soft punishment and a lesson in consequences. Any questions?"

"No Aizawa-sensei."

"Great, now get going. Iida, as class rep I'm giving you his medicine. Make sure he takes it accordingly and that he doesn't get up and do stuff on his own. I want someone with him no matter what he needs to do."

Kaminari began to raise his hand.

"Besides going to the bathroom, unless one of you want to wipe for him, which I highly doubt he'll allow."

The blonds hand went down.

"Thank you for the honor and trust you've bestowed upon me Aizawa-sensei! I promise not to fail you or Midoriya!" Iida shouted passionately, bowing as he took the bag from Aizawa.

"I'm sure you won't Iida. Call me or All Might if anything happens."