Sinner and a Saint

Rebuild

"Izu-chan..... please..... wake up." Yachiru's voice comes to me. I groan, and open my eyes, looking an entirely white ceiling. Looking around, I see I'm pretty clearly in a hospital. Looking to my right, I see Yachiru and Shiozaki looking at me shocked. They both look ragged, and very tired. 

"What? Is my hair bad?" I joke, and Yachiru starts crying, then wraps me in a bone-crushing hug. 

"IZU!" She shouts, tears coming in full force. Shiozaki merely manages a teary-eyed smile, and a nod. I wrap my arms..... or what's left of them, around Yachiru

"Yeah, I missed you too. You gonna let go?" I ask, but she doesn't respond, and continues to cry into my chest. 

"I think that's a no, Midoriya." Shiozaki says, and I chuckle. 

"How long?" I ask

"Two weeks. Ms. Kenpachi, could you please let of my patient?" An wisened and calm voice asks, and Yachiru backs off

"I'm sorry, Recovery Girl." I look over, and see the wisened pro hero, looking at me, a bit impressed. 

"You were out a bit longer than I initially expected, but healing your injuries was harder than expect. I couldn't save your arm, sadly." She says, and I nod. 

"You're not a miracle worker. I understand that. I appreciate it." I say, then look around the room, looking a bit closer. I somewhat recognize this. But........ wait, hol'up 

"Are we at U.A?" I ask, and Shiozaki nods

"Yes. We brought you here after you were stable. We figured we could at least keep you safe from the press." She says, and I shrug

"Press, I can handle. Asshole hero wannabes, not really." I sigh. I then instantly get smacked by Recovery Girl

"Language, young man! You are an officer of the law, and should not curse!" She says, and I chuckle. 

"Heroes curse. I'll curse if they curse." I reply, and she sighs

"You are annoying when you're not in a coma. You know that, right?" She asks, and I smirk

"I've been told that before." I say

"Nonetheless, there is something we need to discuss. A... rather eccentric, let us say, former student of the hero course, and a current support item designer, has offered to design you a new arm, if you wish." Recovery Girl asks, and I raise an eyebrow

"Ignoring my massive amount of gratitude, what do you mean, eccentric?" I ask, and the old woman sighs

"She's very........enthusiastic." Recovery Girl says, and just as she says it, the door to her room flies open. 

"Are you the cripple?" A woman with short pink hair, and reticle-like eyes. She's wearing a set of overalls, and a sweater, along with a pair of steampunk goggles

"Hatsume!" Shiozaki criticizes the woman, but she just ignores her, and rushes up to me, and grabs my shorter right arm, and makes a few measurements.

"Well, you certainly are well built. They said you were a police officer of some kind, but you are just freaking ripped. So, what do you want in your arm? A flamethrower? A knife? A machine gun?" She ask, and I hold up my left hand

"Woah. Slow down. Can we talk about a few things fist?" I ask, and the woman calms herself, just a bit, and nods

"I'm sorry. I've been trying to get better. So, what do you want in your arm?" She asks

"Well, other than the main lower prosthetic, I want an option to attach and remove modular armor for both my upper and lower arms. Like, heavier armor, weapons attachments, like flamethrowers, if you want, among other weapons." I say, and Hatsume takes out a notepad and begins writing down notes.