It was the end of middle school year, the mark where we choose what path we want to be: the hero, or the civilian. My future with him is bleak. Our wants, passion, and likings are too far off. My life being a civilian will only interfere with his hero career. He can dream so big as I only dream so small to live a simple yet helpful life than I do now. I don't have a powerful quirk like his, only a quirk that heals like my grandmother, Recovery Girl. I'll only be a burden for him if I continue to be a leech, sucking all of his opportunities away from him.
Heavy breathing filled the breezy air as I knew he came up the hill where the beautiful flowers bloom. "Haaa…. Haaa…. I'm here, Rina, just like what you told me." His tired lungs were seeking for air as he was seeking for why he was here.
I turned around to face him. There was no smile on my face, no happy emotion, but a sad face. "Kats— Bakugou," I had to correct myself. I can't say his first name if I'm going to break up with him. "Our time ends now." I stood tall to keep my composure straight and from my heart to crawl out from my mouth.
"W-what? Why are you saying this now? Don't call me by my last name! Call me 'Katsuki' like you always did!" Bakugou strode up to me, placing his hands on my shoulders to shake me from my craziness.
I refused to look at him in the eyes. "It's better for us." I lowly murmured for him to hear me. My heart was hurting. It was wrenching in pain, so much pain that the organ itself couldn't heal. I couldn't heal what I teared out.
"Better for us?!" His fingers lightly dug into my shoulders. His hardened fingers told me all his sadness and misery for me not to leave. "Look at me, Rina." I wouldn't look. "Please…!" His voice cracked.
"I'm hurting you too much, like my hurting myself. That is why I can't look at you. If I do, I'll cry."
Warm hands gripped my face, making me see his sadden ruby eyes. "Did you love me?" Bakugou wanted my answer from my mouth. A 'yes' or a 'no'.
My soft pink hair flew with the wind as I had to think of a way to phrase what I wanted to say. I had to give him my real reason, and not just a half assed excuse. "Yes, I do love you. I'll always love you… But our aspirations are polar opposite. You want to become a hero, and I don't. I am just a burden you see. And besides, what we have is puppy love. It's middle school we're in. We're transitioning to high school. We're not even mature enough to know what is love, Bakugou."
"Rina…"
My hands traveled up to his hands which was still on my face. Overlapping my hands over his, I looked at him in the eyes for the last time that I'll ever see him. "I, Rina Harada let you go, Bakugou Katsuki. It's okay to forget me, to hate me, or to never wanting to see me again. Live what you want to be, and I'll be what I want to be. I sound like an ass, but goodbye." I slowly removed his hands off of me and turned around to walk away.
Petals flew in my direction as I left. The sky was painted orange and red. My aching heart was bleeding, but it's better that way. Bakugou was going to be better than me no matter what happened. I saw potential in him ever since I laid eyes on him. Though he could be an asshole, he has morals. I was his anchor to control his rage and violence, especially when it came to Midoriya, but I can't be there forever with him.
Bakugou was not running after me. He stayed there underneath the broken hearted tree. As my heart called out to him, it could not be heard as I distanced myself even further before I disappeared from his sight.
A few months before high school, I applied to a medical school for me to be trained to wield my quirk to its full potential. I got accepted in, and I'm now in the school learning the basic of wound healing and everything else.
"Harada Rina, come to the headmistress office." Someone on the speaker announced my name and I packed up my things to go.
Knocking on the wooden door and getting let in, I sat down in front of the headmistress.
"Miss Harada, you'll be with Recovery Girl at the U.A. Sports Festival." The headmistress shocked me with her words.
"R-really?!" I almost bounced off my chair as I looked at her. I couldn't believe my ears. I was actually going to the sport festival. The place where all hero trainees are under the watch of pro heroes.
"Yes, really." Headmistress grinned. "From now on you'll be under her wings. You will time to time travel back and forth between our school and their school. Call it an internship. I didn't choose her because she's your grandmother, but you both share the same gift."
"Thank you very much, headmistress!" I stood up from my chair and bowed.
I was currently dressed in my nurse-in-training uniform. It was basically white scrubs with my school's logo at the left side of my breast. I didn't have any clothes to change into for the event today because it was unannounced on my end, so I was going to wear my uniform until the day was over.
Even though it's been months since our departure, I wonder if he got in the school; U.A. High. I remember he used to talk about going to that high school ever since we were told in class to choose a school to go to.
Beep beep
The honking of the car woke me up from my thoughts. "Oh…" I blinked from my daze. "Hey auntie!" I smiled, walking over to the passenger side.
"Rina, come in the car!" Aunt Nina yelled at me from the passenger seat window.
"Headmistress called me, and luckily I was on my way to the festival right now." Aunt Nina chuckled. "Alright. Let's go and visit grandma." She pressed the gas pedal and drove the car to our destination.
I made it through the gates and back doors to find grandma. I cruised through the halls, reading each sign until my eyes landed on the cute sign of my grandmother's: Recovery Girl's Impromptu Infirmary.
"Oh Grandma… things never change does it?" I chuckled to myself as I opened the door.
When the door opened, I was faced with unfamiliar faces in the room. It must've been a party if there's a lot of people in here. "Excuse me," I passed through them until I found Grandma.
"Oh, you're here!" Grandma excitedly squeal like she was fifty years younger. "So, your job is to heal that boy right there," she pointed at the green haired boy.
"Him? What happened to him?" I asked, still looking at the green boy. His hairstyle looked familiar, but I couldn't put a finger on it.
"We'll talk about that later, dear. Right now, you have to heal him. Use what you've learned in your classes!" she shouted, excusing the people out of the room.
I walked over to the boy. He looked horrible: bandages everywhere. He was uttering out words like it was his last breath. He was in pain; crucial pain.
"Alright!" I clasped my hands together. "I need you to step out of the room so I could heal him, please." My eyes darted at the disheveled blonde teacher.
"A-alright."
He left the room.
I came closer to the boy and got a better look at his face. "Midoriya…?" I murmured. My heart was content from seeing him grow up. I remembered protecting him all the time when Bakugou would always try to pick a fight with him. "This is no time for smiling." I snapped myself from my uncontrollable mouth.
His eyes fluttered open due to him sensing my nearness in front of him. His emerald green orbs stared back at me, registering who I was before it came to his head. His eyes slowly widened when he said my identity. "Rina Harada! It's actually you!" Midoriya's relieved voice made me happy that he remembered, even though it's only been a year but a year is a long time.
"Yes, it's me." I cheerfully smiled back at him. "But it's business time." My tone of voice changed to a serious one. "I'm going to be healing you, and after that, we can have some time to talk."
When I heal people, the process would always be good, but the end results for me was horrible. It was a double-edge sword. My healings gave them perfect, better health; but my body will take their pain and hurt me depending how big their wound was.
Healing all his cracks and scars, I gave him the smallest smile, concealing my agony that wanted to rise up to the top and scream out the surging tightness in my body as it twisted and turned until I succumb to it.
"Alright be right back." I excused myself to the bathroom. Inside the room, I held in my wailing noises. Clasping my hands over my mouth, I crumpled on the tiled floor, curling myself into a ball. The excruciating pain killed me. I've been doing this for months and yet I'm still not use to it. My whole body was trembling underneath the fluorescent lights. Squinting, small tears formed at the ends of my eyes.
A few minutes later, the pain died down and I breathed out heavily. I steadily got up on my feet and stared at my reflection. My face was beet red, so I splashed cold water on my face to cool down the redness.
"Oh okay, I'm back!" I announced, looking at Midoriya who was sitting on the bed.
"It's been so long since I've seen you." Midoriya gave me his signature sweet smile like he used to as a kid.
"It has. How Bakugou? Is he still the same?"
"Yeah same old Bakugou. He's still hard to crack open." Midoriya blabbered on about Bakugou as I kept a small smile on my face.
It was hard for me to get over him ever since I called it quits. Breakups aren't easy. We were kids when it happened and yet my feelings still yearn for him. "Gosh, it was just child's play…wasn't it?" I muttered too loudly, causing Midoriya to stare at me, stopping mid-sentence.
"Come again?"
"Oh! It's nothing. I was just thinking about my school work...that's all!" I nervously chuckled, trying to make this deal slide pass us.
"So why are you here? Wouldn't you be up with the audience right now?"
"Oh, well it's because I'm at med school learning how to use my ability to the fullest while I'm training under Recovery Girl. Internship if you'd want to call it," I said, pulling my soft pink colored hair back into a high ponytail. "I must've miss a lot of action from this big event." I chuckled, craving to see how well the students fought each other. Maybe I'll search up the broadcast on the internet soon. "Well, you're all set to leave. Enjoy your day, Midoriya."
"You too." Midoriya smiled, leaving the room.
I breathed out heavily, setting myself on the bed, taking in big breath.
"Rina, don't overexert yourself to the brink of death. Remember—" Grandma walked right next to me.
"I know, Grandma. But they're both gone now. It leaves a big empty hole in my heart as I live with Auntie Nina and her husband."
After minutes of staying locked inside the infirmary room, I decided to explore the place. I had my badge to show that I was with Recovery Girl so I was good to explore. "Let's go check out rooms," I said, skipping to the door and opening it.
Walking around the empty halls, you could hear people cheering outside at the fields. Their chants were so loud that you could hear it inside the stadium. "Big crowd…" I muttered, continuing my walk.
Bang!
I placed a hand over my racing heart. That mini heart attack could've taken me to the hospital. "What the hell was that?"
A loud explosion scared the shit out of me as a screaming voice rang in a room, "Look at me in the eyes, two face!"
In curiosity, I trod where the sound came from since the loud yelling was increasing in sound as I drew near.
"I'll crush those flames like I do everything else." The voice seemed to calm now that they let out their anger.
As my mind was occupied from the loud explosion lingering in my head, I forgot to look at where I was going. "Oof!" I hit someone's arm, bringing me back to earth.
"Hey watch it, you little—!"
That voice.
I stopped in my tracks. My heart was accelerating from the voice I knew so well of. I told myself to calm down my racing heart because it'll ruin the moment when I see him, like now.
"Hey." The footsteps came closer in order to see who I was, or who he used to remember.
I wanted to turn around, I wanted to say hi, but I was too nervous to do so. I can't face him right now. I was jittering from head to toe. I have a chance to see and talk to him, but I know I wouldn't to take this opportunity. "Sorry." I uttered out shakily, making a run for it.
"Hey! Get back here!" He was on my ass now.
I was cutting corners, avoiding bumping into staffs as he was chasing after me. All I thought in my head was 'shit shit shit! I'm going to die'. But I was at my end; a dead end that is. "Crappers…" I cursed under my breath.
"Ha! I have you now!" he screamed in excitement through his raspy killer voice.
"Yes, you have." I twisted on my heels and faced the one and only person I knew so well. My long pink hair flipped with me when I turned around, and my golden orbs gazed at him. "Bakugou Katsuki," I said his name smoothly without hindering a lump of nervousness in my throat.
Bakugou's ruby eyes dulled and his face molded into an expression that I could not identify. "You…" he uttered out dryly.
"See? You're becoming the hero you always wanted to be." I forced a smile on my lips. "You're…" I tried not choking on my words. "Better off without me...being in your way."
I dragged my stone legs back to the infirmary room due to me not feeling so well to be in his presence, but Bakugou stopped me before I could leave his sight.
"Hell! Is this… what you really wanted? Do you think I'm happier without you?" Bakugou was a bottle hiding all his true feelings, but his true feelings were slowly slipping through the leaking bottle. When he was insecure, I was there. When he was mad over something stupid, I was there to listen. He opened up to me than his jerk friends.
Strained by my feelings of greed and hope, and what I shouldn't have done out of my selfishness, I came to conclusion with myself. "We can always be friends." I extracted myself from his sight, leaving him alone.
A few days later, after the hectic situation with a villain named Stain, I came to U.A. High school with Grandma to see her daily life at work.
"Wow! The school is so big!" I exclaimed in awe. My eyes were growing wide from seeing the details of the school. I was amazed how students could be enrolled to this school. "The exam must've been hard." I muttered, glancing everywhere.
"The exams were hard, depending which department you were applying for," Grandma replied.
"What do you mean? Isn't this school filled with in-training heroes?"
"Yes, but there students who have quirks, but they aren't that strong as the department of heroes. There are three other departments that people don't pay attention to since they're underrated unlike the department of heroes. We have the departments of general education, support, and management."
I followed Grandma inside the school, looking around the quiet hallways as students were in their respected classrooms. "Wow. The doors are also tall!" it was very tall that a giant could open it and slide through with ease without it being nervous that the door would be destroyed.
"Rina, I'll take you to your classroom."
"My classroom?" I was confused why I needed a classroom. This was only an internship, not a job or me being a student enrolled to this school.
"Yes, because you're going to examine them when they're out for training in order to check on their conditions before and after. And if they ever so gotten injured, you're there to treat them in my place. Grandma is going to make you do the hard work as you grow and learn from it, because your great-grandma did the same to me, I did the same to your father, and I'm doing it to you."
Hearing her words made me nervous. I wasn't exactly as strong as my grandma. She was tougher with more capability of using her quirk unlike me. I struggled trying not to feel pain after a healing process, but I guess that's why I'm in training to grow.
"Alright." I nervously smile as Grandma opened the door to Class 1-A.
"Eraserhead, here's my trainee." Grandma's freed hand pushed me forward inside the classroom where all eyes were on me. "Treat her well!"
The door slammed shut.
A hard smile appeared on my face when I looked up at the students. They were quiet, staring at me. Questioning who I was and why I was here. My eyes scanned the students, and saw the two familiar faces: Midoriya and Bakugou. I was shocked how they were in the same classroom. Bakugou could never get along with Midoriya, but having them in the same class, I hope one day they'll get along.
Murmurs were erupting through the classroom as students were talking to each other about me, especially this one student having their eyes on me. It was a boy who had purple hair. His eyes were shining as if I was a beautiful gem, and his mouth was watering, overflowing the rim of his mouth.
"Come up and present yourself," Their teacher and pro hero, Eraserhead; Aizawa Shota said to me, leading me up to the center of the class.
"Hello, my name is Rina Harada. I'm not here to be a student, sadly, but here to learn and observe you all during training. I'm a student from Hero Medical Training School where we are trained to recover injured heroes and civilians. From today forward, I'll be in this school training with Recovery Girl and Aizawa, but I won't always be in this class as I have my own schedule to follow. Thank you for listening."