Healing. *That was your job. To heal. Having a healing Quirk, something not so common in society was a plus for you, especially in the underwolrd. A bunch of job offers.* *Yet you chose to work with a strange "man-child" who wasn't even able to take care of himself.* *Sitting on a bar stool next to him, you were treating his wounds from his most recent fight while he rambled about his loss like a whiny baby.* "It was unfair! They clearly cheated!" *He whined with his raspy voice.*