Another day, another trip to Sakura's clinic. It was hard to complain about going to see her, especially since a clinic was a vast improvement over how the hospital normally felt. It could just be that he was choosing to be here, and that they were working on preventing his body from breaking instead of just trying to fix a fuck up. It was ever so slightly cold though. Why was he told to take his shirt off again?

Izuku glanced at the clock and kicked his legs. Waiting for normal for clinics, things just took a bit long especially if there was someone that didn't have an appointment.

"Alright," Sakura entered with her back turned towards him, her sleeves rolled up and he could see where the water lines ended from a session at the sink. She was carrying a tray and had her hair tied back into a nub of a ponytail just at the nape of her neck. "I hope that—"

She stopped and looked at him for a moment.

"Why are you shirtless."

Izuku looked down to verify that he was indeed shirtless and then pointed towards the reception area where Sakura's father was. "Your nurse told me to take it off."

Sakura let out a sigh and placed a tray filled to the brim with needs and several other painful looking objects onto a nearby table. "He's not a nurse, he's just an idiot that tricked me into hiring him."

"How'd he trick you?"

"By being my dad."

"How's that tricking you?"

Sakura shrugged and grabbed a needle, inspecting it for just a moment before she unscrewed the tip and examined it further. "I don't know, forging my birth certificate, tricking my mother into marrying him, copying half my DNA."

Ahh, well, he could certainly see how the two were related with their dry and ever so slightly awkward sense of humor.

"Anyways," Sakura grabbed his arm needle at the ready. "Let's hope that this doesn't turn you into a flirt. Or at least your arm. This is just a local anesthetic. Oh. And I'm going to have to break your arm. Once, maybe twice. Just like your highschool days."

"Okay," That sounded a lot more painful than her initial promise of fixing his arms did. "But, what if I want to flirt with you?"

"Please, why would you want to do that?" Sakura shoved the needle into his arm and he began to understand the limitations of her quirk. It was a lot more involved than Recovery Girls. Or, this could just be because in order to fix his bones she had to break them first. Either way. Ouch.

"Well, because you're really pretty."

"Is that so?"

"Yep, and you're really blunt."

"You have such a way with words."

"And, I don't know." He shrugged the moment she brought the needle out of his arm. "It's just, I don't know I keep thinking about you, and it always makes me smile and stuff."

"Hmm, strange," Sakura turned away from him and grabbed another needle that she once again tenderly injected into his arm, this one more towards the wrist. "The lab results didn't say anything about you eating too much snap, but I guess I can add ballsy to your report."

Izuku blinked, and watched Sakura for a moment, her green eyes met his with a wry grin that was giving him no answers. She wasn't even blushing. "Am I being rejected right now?"

"I'm sure you're used to it if you start falling in love with the first girl to touch your junk."

"Ouch, do you treat burns too?"

"Mmmhmm!" Sakura nodded eagerly and then pulled the stool over to him and poked and pinched his arm, watching his face. He only felt it slightly. "How's that? Can you feel anything?"

"Not really." He shrugged his one not numb arm, he was still dealing with the whole instantly and brutally rejected thing.

"You're aware I'm about two seconds away from breaking your arm right? It's going to hurt, so when you say you can't really feel it, you better mean you can't feel it." Sakura grabbed his arm and squeezed it tight. "Can you feel this?"

She could be really scary when she wanted to be.

Which was apparently all the time.

"Yes, a bit." He flexed his fingers just to show that he had the ability. "But it's really faint."

And his currently broken heart hurt a bit more.

"Alright," Sakura's hands sunk down into his skin with more ease than he could slip into a bath, the strange sensation from when he had first encountered her was still there, he felt her gra his bare bone and her green eyes bore into his. The diamond on her head faded and those thick black lines spread down her face and down to her arms. "So, no matter what, this is going to hurt. But, I'm sure you're aware of how bad a broken arm hurts right?"

"It's been a while, just let me know when."

Sakura nodded and looked down at his arm, her smile twisted upwards for a few seconds. "You know, it's nothing really personal. The whole rejecting you thing. I'm sure that you're a great guy, hell, I'm positive of it. But right now our relationship is purely professional. I am your doctor and you are my patient."

"Is there some way to—"

She broke his arm.

He screamed.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouted barely managing not to flail and break something. Every part of his body was screaming in pain as he barely managed to keep One for All in check. He looked towards Sakura with wide pained eyes to match her amused smile. "What happened to warning me?"

"Ehh," she gave a light shrug, "It's like ripping off a band-aid better to just get it over with, besides, with your quirk you could probably end up bracing too much and then break something, or accidentally punch me, and as fun as that sounds, I don't want to actually throw hands in my clinic."

She paused and smiled sweetly. "I'm still paying it off."

His sense of humor was currently being suppressed by the pounding numb pain coming up from his arm. "Okay. So, now what?"

A green wave from Sakura's hands eased his pain a bit.

"Now, I start working on your arm. This is going to take a while, so I hope you remembered to clear your schedule."

Izuku gave a fake wince now that the pain was gone. "Hmm, I'm not sure, I have a packed schedule of working out, going on patrol, and doing nothing at my home."

Her hands moved under his skin, moving his shattered bone, and doing something to it. Her green eyes glowing slightly as she maintained an unblinking focus on her task. "Ohh, what's this? The great deku lives a boring life when he's not saving people. How scandalous."

"Hey, I'll have you know I'm only bored when I'm not on patrol."

"Are you bored now?" She glanced up at him for just a moment.

"Even if you didn't just break my arm, I think it'd be impossible for me to be bored around you." He smiled, "Has anybody ever told you you're good at keeping people on their toes?"

"Pretty much everyday of my life."

"What about how beautiful you are?" His boldness was largely thanks to the fact that she had already seen him naked. There wasn't much more he had to be nervous about, besides, she already rejected him.

"Ahh, I see the anesthesia is working already. At least it's just making you flirt and not making your arm try to grab something." Another sickly sweet smile, came and went before Sakura let her shoulders slump. "Look, I'm not sure how you got it in your head that I'd be good to date, but trust me, I'm terrible."

"You broke my arm and I still want to date you, what can you do that's worse than that?"

"That's a very good point." Sakura smacked her lips and continued to work on his arm. "But, you should know that my ideal friday night is lounging around on the couch with my cat and a bowl of ice cream and some wine. Oh, and dinner was instant ramen."

"I know how to cook a decent dinner, and that's pretty much what I do on my days off too." He blinked and looked towards the bright fluorescent lights of Sakura's operating room. "When I take them."

"That's another thing, I'm a workaholic, no time to date, certainly no time for a boyfriend."

"Wouldn't that just make the time we spend together better? Also, take it from me, it's—"

"If you're about to imply that you somehow work more than I do, I'd like to point out that I'm the one working right now." Sakura hummed and gave him a short glance complete with a wry smile. "Besides, two busy people can't really date, trying to find time would be a nightmare, and—"

"Are you trying to make me feel better for being rejected?" Izuku asked, feeling a bit more confident than before. "Or are you trying to find an excuse to say no."

"I don't need an excuse to say no."

The silence that followed was awkward and tense.

"Alright." Sakura said as she pulled her hands out of his arm. "Your arm's fully healed." The lines along her arms retreated back into the diamond on her forehead and she crossed her legs to look at him. "And I'm going to give you one chance."

"Really?" His voice cracked and he coughed when he saw Sakura's wry grin spread. "I mean, that's great, umm, when."

She hummed and stretched before she looked at the clock. "You were my last appointment, and I'd like to keep an eye on your arm, so, figure out a fun active date for us, because there is no way I can sit still and watch a movie."

Izuku blinked, the exhilaration of having a date forcing him to smile. "Alright, I think I know what we can do."

"Oh, I was honestly hoping to catch you by surprise."

AN: Sakura's wit is so dry it could catch fire in a monsoon.