Season 3 is literally right around the corner and I'm SCREAMING because it's gonna be so good and I won't spoil in case some of you guys haven't read the manga yet but it's gonna be lit guys (when pop-culture slang bleeds into your writing)
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT, MWAH.
I used to do most of my stuff in first person then I made a change to third person narrative, and I've been liking it a lot so I wanted to try first person again with this story, but this chapter will be third, so let me know what you guys would prefer. I'm testing it out myself.
I do not own BNHA.
Of Heroes, Blood, and Boba
Chapter Two:
Jasmine Tea
Jasmine Tea; typically made with a green tea base, can also use white or black tea. Scented with jasmine blossoms to give it its aroma, which often help the drinker relax and feel more at ease.
"Hitoshi!"
The train rumbled beneath their feet. People held to the rings running along the top of the train and kept their eyes toward their phones or books or themselves. The car swayed, faint vibrations echoing along the metal and purring beneath her feet. Flashes of buildings outside blurred in rapid succession, but her eyes settled on the teen standing only a few feet from her.
Lazy eyes trailed upwards at the call of his name. The familiar sight of unkempt, lavender locks piled atop his head sent a flash of hope and happiness through Fuyu. U.A's uniform fit snugly on his rather well-built form, and he swayed easily with the rock of the train, regarding her thoughtfully.
Shinsou Hitoshi and Kouki Fuyu had been classmates throughout their years at Nobu Middle School. Barely knowing each other their first year, moving to seat buddies and idle conversationalists their second, and finally regular lunch buddies and—begrudgingly on Shinsou's part—study buddies as well. Fuyu, who spent a good part of her life just barely passing beneath the scope of people's radars, had noticed that most of her classmates tended to gravitate away from the lavender haired boy.
Still socially awkward and not quite wrapping her head around proper social etiquette and a little tired of being alone herself, Fuyu had approached the teen beyond the scope of small talk—which he barely participated in himself since he wasn't very chatty—and pried a little further than she normal would with others. He'd very breezily, very easily responded that his Quirk—brainwashing—wasn't something many people wanted to be around, and promptly fixed her with a lazy look that veiled the judgmental stare he'd been fixing her with, waiting to see her response.
Fuyu had simply reached for the pocket knife she always kept on hand—which shouldn't have been at school but if the staff didn't know what harm was it really—and slit open her palm. Shinsou had calmly watched, face blank as blood pooled from her hand and then stopped just short of hitting his desk before retracting upwards and sealing her hand closed once more.
"Mental Quirks are nice, if you ask me," Fuyu had said simply.
"I didn't ask."
"And they're clean. Really clean."
Shinsou had blinked slowly. "Healing Quirks are useful."
Kouki Fuyu had then happily clapped a hand over his shoulder and grinned, proclaiming that the two of them would get along well as long as she had anything to do about it—which she didn't, but Shinsou didn't say no so she took that as a "Go."
Mental quirks were always nice, in her opinion, no bleeding all over the place, no bloodstains in your clothes and weird looks—blood was really hard to get out of clothing and there wasn't money lying around to buy new clothes. Besides, a Quirk like his could be really useful in the right situation.
"Hey, Shinsou?"
"Mm."
"If I asked you to use your Quirk on me and make me study, do you think—"
"Doesn't work like that."
Shinsou didn't move from his present spot, hand gripping the rail lazily as he watched Fuyu weave her way through the crowded train. She clasped her worn down bag to her chest, trying and failing to sneak past people who were shooting her looks at moving around so much on an already crowded train. She whispered an apology for stepping on someone's tail and finally stood proudly before him. "I didn't get a chance to find you yesterday, how's your class?"
"Fine," he drawled. There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watched her reach for a peach in her bag. "It's rude to eat on the train, you know."
"Running late," Fuyu answered simply. "Aizawa-sensei isn't kind to tardiness." Although the two of you are kind of alike, actually.
The train rattled beneath them, swaying slightly. Fuyu bit into the peach with one hand while she strained to reach one of the railings with the other. Shinsou rolled his eyes, shuffling slightly so he nudged the two of them out of the way as several people left the car. He wasn't one for small talk as usual—whether from his Quirk or just his lazy personality was still something she had to figure out.
"How's General Studies?"
"Fine."
"I'm training with Recovery Girl, right now! They put me into class 1-A but I thought I was just going to be in General with you—I was kind of hoping for that actually."
"Mm."
"I got threatened the first day by this pretty wild looking guy. 'S my fault though."
Shinsou rolled his eyes over to her at that. "Did you give him hell?"
Fuyu grinned sheepishly, waving the thought aside. "C'mon, you know me. I put those short-tempered days behind me—got to be good and not give my grandparents anything to worry about you know!"
Shinsou looked mildly unconvinced, lips curling upwards. "Oh, yeah?"
Flashes of split knuckles that healed within seconds, sneering faces and a cold, quiet chill that she never seemed to be able to shake off. Fuyu nodded proudly, "I'm a changed person."
The train rolled to their stop and Shinsou herded the girl beside him out the doors as she continued to ramble on about turning a new leaf.
"So I don't need to use my Quirk on you to get you to stop pummeling kids—"
"Hitoshi, please."
Fuyu had always figured that U.A was going to be rather different—it was a given, considering the school's namesake and history. The school already surpassed anything she could have expected and anything her wallet could have ever imagined being able to afford. With the free-use and the promotion of Quirks in an environment that thrived off such things. Intense, rigorous courses that'd be pitting her classmates up against tough hurdles and threatening situations.
But in the end, U.A, at the core of it all, was still, of course—
A high school.
Several of the students around her looked unimpressed but expectant as the Pro Hero Present Mic, began to rattle off in a sharp octave the English lecture for today. Fuyu found that the courses were definitely a little higher tier than what she was used to back at Nobu, but the nice thing about studying—it's free. Other classes filled various time slots and Kirishima had been lively and active throughout most of the day, offering little talk and wide grins that promised a possible friendship. It was also nice since he had a Quirk that specialized in defense, and she'd like to think she wouldn't have to worry as much healing his injuries.
She had been mindful though, to steer clear of the explosive blonde—Bakugou, she reminded herself. Bakugou Katsuki. His name in particular stood out during her studies, not merely for putting a name to the guy who'd threatened her for taking his seat, but because his Quirk literally involved explosives themselves. A tight frown had touched her lips at that and she'd rubbed the back of her head, flipping to the next page and staring at mismatched eyes that gazed quietly back at her. And his Quirk has two heavy hitters.
She wasn't averse to elemental Quirks—honestly, any Quirk seemed cool compared to watching yourself bleed out and faint if you weren't too careful. But heat related Quirks in particular, namely anything that could burn, well...
Fuyu's fingers traced idly along the scar that curved entirely around her hand. Shouldn't be a problem though.
But. For a school that was constantly going beyond its own limits while pushing its students, if there was ever a shining light to any part of the day, then it would have to indisputably be—
Lunch time.
Menus upon menus were brandished proudly before the students. Blown up pictures advertising lunch combos and deals, vending machines lined up enticingly along the walls of the dining hall, and the Pro Hero Lunch-Rush beaming proudly from his position behind the kitchen counter. Fuyu's mouth watered at the assault of smells wafting around the wide room and she felt her stomach rumble just as she felt the very thin and very light wallet clasped in her hand.
Gramps this is what heaven smells like. Fuyu glanced longingly to the rows of food that were being pushed forward for students to grab and place on their trays and the tickets others were grabbing to bring their specifically chosen orders to the front. One student walked by with what looked to be a hamburger steak and Fuyu stared after it pitifully, remembering the rice ball she still had in her bag.
Her grandfather had roughly patted her on the back—nearly sending her toppling over the coffee table—and had proudly told her that she could spend as she liked for lunch or whenever it came to meals. "We may be poor but you can always spare some change for good food!" Her grandmother had nodded seriously in agreement, considering that her Quirk was her blood—iron deficiencies and blood pressure were a huge factor in her life.
Fuyu bit her bottom lip, brows furrowing slightly. Maybe I should just eat the rice ball?
"Excuse me," his low voice, quiet and clear instantly snatched her attention and Fuyu's eyes shot a little upwards, meeting gray and blue. "You're in the way."
It wasn't by any means said with any ill intent—merely painfully honest. Fuyu blinked, realizing she was in the middle of one of the central walkways between the menu boards and the food and she instantly shifted out of the way. "Sorry 'bout that." Todoroki Shouto.
His name barely touched her lips and she stopped herself, figuring it was a lot weirder to know his name without properly asking. Fuyu offered a hand, "I never got your name! I'm Kouki Fuyu, I hope we can—"
"I know," Todoroki eyed her hand for a moment, gaze briefly trailing over the scar. "Todoroki Shouto."
His eyes flickered upwards and he took in the way Fuyu's face was scrunched slightly in confusion, seeing the thoughts swirling clearly through her blood red irises. "You introduced yourself yesterday."
Right. Fuyu ignored how hot her ears felt and her fingers curled, hand retracting slightly. "R-Right, my bad."
A firm hand enclosed around hers and she froze. Her eyes quickly snapped upwards to meet his gaze, but Todoroki's expression was a complete mask of calm, looking unaffected. They shook hands and he pulled away, the lingering press of coldness on her palm as he turned and proceeded to walk past her. "I hope all our meetings won't be centered around food."
Fuyu stood there a moment, painfully confused and students flashing her odd looks for standing in the middle of the walkway when realization finally slapped her sideways and she blinked. She quietly filed away the little fact that Todoroki Shoto was perhaps capable of more humor than she'd given him credit for.
Now back to the real problem. Fuyu idly rubbed the back of her head, skimming through the menu lists and looking over anything above a decent price range. Her eyes settled on a cheap beef bowl and a wide grin split her lips. Just a treat this time and then I'll pack lunch next time!
Two fingers reached outwards at the same time to press the button and she halted. Fuyu's eyes trailed upwards and promptly met with fierce crimson and she froze.
"Move it," Bakugou snapped, pushing forward past her and spitefully choosing a different item instead. He snatched his ticket and Fuyu bristled, biting her bottom lip and holding her tongue as he spared her a glance and scoffed. "And wipe that stupid look off your face."
This is my normal face. Fuyu watched his retreating form and huffed, reaching for the machine once more. Whatever. Another pair of fingers reached out at the same time and Fuyu snapped her gaze to the side, warm brown irises blinking curiously back at her.
"Ah!" The other hand quickly retracted and Fuyu straightened, moving back as well as the familiar round faced girl smiled, a blush coloring her cheeks. "I'm sorry! You were probably here first—"
"I think I've just been a bother," Fuyu answered honestly, glancing slyly back to the longer growing line of students behind them. "You go ahead—"
"But what if it's the last one!" She protested quickly, eyes growing wide with notion and noticeably more flustered. "Then you'll have to get something more expensive and waste your money since this is the cheapest thing on the menu!"
Fuyu allowed a brief flash of distraught to flicker over her features at the idea. True. Uraraka held a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing at the painfully honest reaction.
Fuyu's brows furrowed in thought before she snapped her fingers. "Side dishes."
A burst of laughter escaped her lips and Fuyu turned to her sharply in surprise. Side dishes were honestly not a laughing matter—they were efficient, cheap, and went along great with a simple bowl of rice. Practical. "I was serious—"
"Uraraka, Kouki-san!" A loud, clear cut voiced quickly sounded at her side and Fuyu turned as one of her other classmates stood before them, moving his arms vigorously. "Please do not block the lunch line! Proceed to take conversations elsewhere—"
"Yes, yes," Uraraka smiled contentedly, leaning down and pressing the button for the beef bowl. She stood and offered the ticket toward Fuyu, a wide, bright smile on her lips. "I'm Uraraka Ochako, by the way! You can just call me Ochako if you'd like, Kouki Fuyu, right?"
Fuyu nodded, pressing the button as well and smiling when another ticket ended up coming out anyway as she slipped her money in. She offered Uraraka the ticket in return, a small smile playing on her lips. "You can call me Fuyu."
"Fuyu-chan then!" Uraraka beamed, the two of them moving off with a still vigorously moving Iida behind them.
"I'm Iida, Tenya!" A sharp hand swung out for her to shake and Fuyu made a small noise of surprise in the back of her throat, glancing to the hand and then upwards to the sharp-eyed and equally sharp browed student before her. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Thank you for dedicating your time toward healing any of our future injuries—"
"'s no problem," Fuyu's lips curled up into a bit of a grin. "Least I can do when you guys are out fighting crime one day."
Uraraka blushed at the idea, idly twirling a strand of her hair while Iida nodded vigorously. "Healing Quirks do not appear often, what is the nature of yours if you do not mind me asking?"
"It's in my blood." Fuyu answered easily.
"I see. So it runs in your family."
"No, no," Fuyu pocketed the meal ticket and opened her palm, reaching for her pocket knife to demonstrate. "It's literally my blood—"
"Kouki!" All three of their heads snapped up at the sight of fluffy green hair making their way towards them. Midoriya already looked flustered, precariously balancing his food on his tray as he offered them a shy smile. "How are you? I wanted to thank you again for yesterday but I didn't get the chance during class—"
"Fuyu's fine," Fuyu offered. "And don't sweat it—it's my job after all."
"I know!" Uraraka clapped her hands together, eyes brightening. "How about you eat lunch with us?"
"Oh," Fuyu blinked, pleasantly surprised by the offer but her eyes had already begun to scan the entire room for familiar lavender tufts. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm actually looking—"
Fuyu paused, her eyes settled on the familiar head of purple hair, but her gaze traveled over the several students who were crowded at a table around him. The sight of him in here was already a surprise, since she'd figured she'd have to hunt him down and head toward the classrooms. But there he was, idly nodding along on occasion and rubbing the back of his neck as other students—maybe his classmates—spoke wildly and animatedly to him. Fuyu watched quietly as a wisp of a smile seemed to curl upwards on his lips and she blinked once, feeling a little flutter of joy and a sharp, quiet pang in the far corner of her heart.
This school is really filled with some great people. Her eyes flickered back to the three who were waiting patiently beside her and she gripped the meal ticket in her hand.
"I'd like that a lot, thank you."
"Eh? Next time if you're looking for somewhere to eat—you can always sit with us!" Kirishima jutted a thumb toward himself, leaning back against his desk as Kaminari nodded his head behind him.
"There's plenty of room for ya," Sero grinned well naturedly, and Kaminari nodded once more.
"Adding a girl to this all male faction will definitely make lunchtime more enjoyable—"
Fuyu watched in faint amusement as Kaminari nearly slipped his elbow off the surface of his desk, almost smacking his face into the surface had Kirishima's hand not shot out to smack him in the forehead and send him backwards instead. "Oh, I'm not worried—there's plenty of spots around campus to just sit and eat—"
"But it's always more fun with friends!" Kirishima grinned. "So eat with us next time, alright?"
Fuyu nodded absently, eyes flickering to where Bakugou gruffly made his way to his seat and her eyes flickered back to attention on the redhead in front of her. "—and it'll be fun!"
Fuyu's brows furrowed. "Sorry, what was that?"
Sero and Kaminari snickered and Kirishima rubbed the back his neck, looking a little sheepish. "I said—"
"If you need a place to sit," Fuyu's eyes flickered toward a pair that seemed to be attempting to stare into the very depths of her soul. She balked, instantly feeling her blood spike in response to the sudden presence, but Mineta merely allowed a smile to curl up on his lips, shadows casting over his face. "You can always sit on my—"
A tongue snaked outwards and smacked him upside the head, nearly sending him toppling to the floor. Fuyu watched this attack calmly and turned her gaze to wide, earnest eyes. "I think he's going to be the kind of guy you just have to ignore, ribbit."
I'm going to have to watch out for him. Fuyu thought earnestly, grimacing as she remembered the note beneath his Quirk and what overusing it could cause. Head wounds always bleed a lot.
"I'm Asui, Tsuyu," the girl in front of her extended a wide hand and Fuyu grasped it in return, no smile curving up on the Asui's lips but she could see it in her eyes. "Call me Tsuyu-chan, though."
"You can call me, Fuyu," she instantly offered back in response. "...Tsuyu."
Kaminari and Kirishima held hands to their stomachs as laughter spilled out of their lips. Fuyu blinked, confusion coloring her features as Asui merely tipped her head, a smile touching her lips this time. "Our names are similar, ribbit. It's cute."
"Everyone, please sit down!" Iida gestured wildly at the front of the class. "Class is about to begin and the teacher will be here any second!"
"Who made you king?" Bakugo spat from his seat, and Iida's head whipped around in shock.
"I'm no king—"
"It's me!" The door to the classroom slid open, a loud voice instantly booming across the class, followed by a bright laugh. "Coming through the door like a normal person!"
Fuyu's eyes instantly snapped toward the front of the room. Her eyes went round and she leaned forward eagerly in her desk, hands curling on top as a wide smile split across her lips, earnest and bright. I can't believe it's actually All Might. I can't believe it's actually the All Might!
Bright blonde locks were styled and slicked back atop his head, the two signature strands jutting upwards as though to defy the world. His costume pulled taut against the muscles arching along his body, cape swinging out fully behind him as he turned to face all of them with a wide, shining grin.
All Might.
It was impossible not to know about the famed hero himself, but it was near impossible as well to not be wrapped up in his charm and awe. She'd like to be able to say "Yes, yes, it's All Might, but he's still just a teacher," but even she had her moments. It was hard not to be enamored by the sheer magnitude of the hero standing before them, and with everything he'd helped to make possible for her, it was hard not to have any respect. Fuyu instantly straightened in her seat, sitting to attention as everyone began to chatter eagerly with the arrival of their teacher.
"You're nothing but a tool."
"Foundational Hero Studies!" All Might struck a pose, winding his arm backwards as his muscular body coiled back tight like a bow. "For this class, we'll be building up your hero foundation through various trials!"
He whipped around, brandishing a card for all of them to see and Fuyu blinked, suddenly beginning to remember why Shuzenji-sensei had smacked her so hard with her cane this morning when she'd only barely remembered most of her classmates Quirks.
"Let's jump right in with this! A trial of battle!"
A battle? Fuyu instantly began to rack her head through the possibilities and what injuries to expect. Minor bruising to major scrapes—whoever's up against those two may suffer burns... Her brows furrowed and she tapped her fingers along the desk. But it also depends on the location—what if it's an abandoned building? If it's a set course like a sumo ring then...
"And to go with your battle... We've received the gear we had you send in requests for to match your Quirks!" Several slots along the wall slid outwards, brandishing numbers in sleek cases in response to everyone's numbers.
"Our battle gear!"
"This is awesome!"
"Get changed and we'll be ready to go! Everyone gather at Ground Beta!" All Might jutted a finger toward the air and paused, finger snapping forward straight to Fuyu. "Young Kouki!"
"Y-Yes?" The files in Fuyu's hands nearly slipped and she froze, waiting as All Might merely beamed brightly from across the room.
"You are to meet with Recovery Girl in the nurse's office—she will give you instruction from there!"
"Yessir," Fuyu bowed, a quiet, gentle flicker of an emotion whispering through her heart before it slipped through her fingers, leaving her unable to figure out what it was. She shrugged, gathering her things to go, slipping past all the others who had begun to rush toward their costumes with bright eyes.
A firm hand clasped over her shoulder just before she could slip from the room and Fuyu paused, eyes turning upwards as All Might faced the class with a grin that stretched for miles across his face. "And don't forget, from here on out—"
His grip tightened slightly on her shoulder, a reassurance.
"—you're all heroes!"
"What do you think you're wearing?"
Shuzenji's cane smacked the back of her knees with a low thud. Fuyu winced, quickly turning around to face the older woman as she frowned up at her. "I-It's my gym uniform—"
"Where's your costume?" Shuzenji peered up at her skeptically. "You were supposed to design one when you submitted your registry to the school."
"I didn't get the chance to," Fuyu said simply, frowning as she rubbed her leg. Guess I can stop it from bruising. "I was informed past the regular registration that I was allowed to enroll through this program to be able to attend U.A. I sent in the information required for Quirks."
"Didn't you ever think about designing your own costume?" Her cane smacked her shin this time and Fuyu yelped, grabbing her leg and Shuzenji shook her head. "Not even when you were a child? Don't you have any ideas?"
Fuyu opened her mouth to respond and paused. She lowered her leg to the floor, reached up a hand to tug at the orange scrunchie keeping her hair wound back in a ponytail. Her crimson irises met Shuzenji's expectant stare.
"No."
Shuzenji stared long and hard at the girl before her before letting out a heavy sigh. Fuyu arched a brow and the older woman made her way over to her chair, hopping onto it and shaking her head. "We're going to have to work on that imagination of yours, it seems. Not that I blame you, of course."
She tilted her head to give Fuyu a long look and the girl before her waited patiently. "It's not a crime to imagine your own future, you know."
"Would you like to leave this place?"
Fuyu rubbed the back of her head and quietly shuffled closer. "What should I do?"
"Well, for starters," Shuzenji waved her gloved hand. "You best prepare yourself for the possible injuries we may be receiving, depending on today's exercise and the caution you all take, we can receive little to no injuries to worry about."
She turned a sharp look her way and Fuyu froze where she'd been reaching for one of the candies on her desk. No guilt showed on the younger girl's face and Shuzenji merely sighed and Fuyu grinned, snatching one of them and quickly unravelling it. "Try to think of something for your costume when you get the chance, all right? The difference between your Quirk and mine is that mine speeds up the natural recovery of one's body."
"Which is amazing," Fuyu added, letting out a sigh of pleasure at the sweet taste exploding in her mouth.
"Perhaps, but it takes the energy away from the person depending how much is recovered." Shuzenji's gaze fell to Fuyu's palms. "With your Quirk, more harm is done to your own self it seems, while healing others. A very selfless Quirk."
"For a selfish person," Fuyu nodded sadly. "I always thought it'd be nicer to have—ack!"
Fuyu sulkily rubbed the top of her head and Shuzenji swept on, "While your Quirk may appear like instant healing potions toward your classmates, it's important that you make them understand what it takes from you to heal them. They can't go about hurting themselves with reckless abandon with the thought in mind that they can come running to you to fix themselves up again. Most injuries should heal naturally to begin with."
"I'm bad with external injuries," Fuyu admitted honestly. "I'd like to get better at that, if possible. Internal is something I can handle if I get my own blood inside them," she glanced to her hands and curled her fingers, "but things like burns I have to go to some extremes to heal."
"That will come with due time," Shuzenji's eyes drifted to a monitor on her screen and she let out a loud sigh. "It looks as though you have your first call already."
Fuyu's eyes snapped up in sharp surprise. "Who got hurt?"
"That young boy again," Shuzenji shook her head. "I'll have to give that man a stern talking too. I want you to head out there right away, the Conveyer Bots are bringing him out, but I want you to treat what you can before you bring him to me. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am," Fuyu stood, her knife strapped to her side and she quickly made her way the door, feeling her brows furrow. Midoriya again?
"I also want you to speak with All Might," Shuzenji added. "Get the recordings of these battles and I want you to study them, watch where they get hurt, how they are injured, and how they fight, understand?"
Fuyu nodded, reaching up to tug at her ponytail once more. "I'll study them thoroughly tonight."
"This will be your own battle simulation, you know," Shuzenji called as Fuyu slid the door open. "His injuries are rather worse for wear. You better do your best."
"I know," Fuyu stepped out the door, turning over her shoulder and offering the older woman a bit of crooked grin. "It's my classmate's life after all."
The door slid shut with a gentle click behind her. "That girl has more bite then she lets on."
Shuzenji huffed, shaking her head. "Such a dishonest character with such an honest Quirk."
It's his Quirk.
Fuyu examined the body before her calmly. She could hear All Might speaking to the rest of their class only a little ways away, and while she'd love to eavesdrop on possible tips and advice from the greatest hero himself—she had a job to do.
Her brows furrowed, worry lining her face as Fuyu gently skimmed fingers over Midoriya's limp form. The Conveyer Bots had gently lowered him down per her request, and she winced at the multiple abrasions she could feel protruding from within his body. That's from the battle. Her hand hovered over his left arm and she stopped. Fuyu regarded the burn along his entire arm compared to the broken and busted state of his other. Her eyes trailed across the ground and landed on the rigid back clad in black and red several feet away. Burns.
A soft sigh escaped her lips and she settled down onto her knees. It seemed one of the kinder boys in her class were also going to be giving her the most trouble.
Fuyu reached for the knife at her side when a large shadow casted itself over her. Her eyes snapped upwards sharply, hand clutching her knife tighter in defense when All Might's reassuring laugh rang out and she forced herself to calm. You're at school, what are you thinking? "Young Kouki! I see you've come to participate as well, please do see to Young Midoriya and make sure he's well!"
"She's going to heal wounds like that?" Ashido exclaimed, eyes round with disbelief.
A crowd. Fuyu forced her nerves to settle and her shoulders to relax as her classmates pushed forward. "I can't do miracles."
"Nonsense!" All Might stood behind her, proud and exuding a confidence she hoped she could quietly soak up from him. "I have my full trust in your abilities, do what you need to do."
Fuyu quietly slid the knife from her side, flipping it open. She drew a long gash along her arm, several gasps and noises of surprise from her classmates at the sight. Bigger wounds need more blood.
"Ouch," Kaminari winced. "That's got to hurt."
"Very manly of her," Kirishima praised, and Sero threw him a questioning look.
"But she's a girl...?"
"Kinky—"
Heterochromatic eyes were watching quietly from the side. His gaze followed as the blood quickly began to seep from Fuyu's cut in a way that seemed almost unnatural. Slowly a pool of it began to gather in the air and Fuyu raised her hands, eyes drifting down to Midoriya's unconscious form.
Blood curled between her fingers as though she were grabbing at water, she brought her hands closer to his body, focusing on his right arm first. Her blood stretched outwards, curling thickly around his arm and surrounding it like a cast. Fuyu shut her eyes, feeling the pain throbbing beneath and the ache of broken bones. A soft light, tinted a deep red began to glow around Midoriya's arm and there were a few noises of surprise behind her as his arm slowly began to regain its color and normal shape.
"What a wonderful Quirk," Yaoyorozu murmured.
"Healing Quirks are rather uncommon, aren't they?" Tokoyami inquired. "I've seen several types of regenerative Quirks before."
"Indeed!" All Might proclaimed loudly. "Which is why having Recovery Girl and Young Kouki here to help us is a hefty blessing! That said, you all must proceed with the upmost caution and do your best not to obtain any unnecessary injuries!"
He really fought hard. Fuyu's brows furrowed, her blood lifting from Midoriya's arm. She'd managed to reset the bone and mend the tissue and muscle around it, but Shuzenji would have to check to make sure it would heal properly. Her eyes slid open and she moved her hands along his body, hovering a little above as the blood traveled with her, curling tight around him and glowing softly as she felt scrapes and cuts disappear.
There was a light pounding in the back of her head but she ignored it. You've dealt with worse. Suck it up. Her eyes finally landed on the last and hardest injury for her to heal. Fuyu bit her lip, eyeing the burns and letting her gaze flicker upwards to where Bakugo had been staring hard at the ground.
She stiffened in surprise, crimson irises meeting her own. Fuyu paused, not having expected him to be watching, but Bakugou said nothing, a flurry of emotions swirling like dark shadows across his face and she turned her gaze away from his. I hope he doesn't think I blame him. Fuyu snuck a glance back and grimaced. Thought probably never even crossed his mind.
His expression seemed desolate, as though he'd watched someone rip his heart out in front of him and tore it to pieces. Her attention refocused on Midoriya, but she couldn't help but think it was nice to know he was capable of more than looking mad.
Healing burns on her own body were always easier to deal with—despite the pain. She knew the fastest way would be to cut what was burnt off and repair the tissue with new, but healing damaged cells took a lot more work. And she couldn't just go hacking away at Midoriya's arm to make things easier for herself.
Fuyu inhaled and exhaled, the blood curling around his damaged arm and she narrowed her eyes in focus as the glow intensified. She could feel the lingering heat behind the damage, felt the throbbing, searing pain of burns as though it were her own and she imagined it along her own arm, picturing where she'd let it mend itself first and slowly moving along Midoriya's arm like patchwork.
Red light glowed beneath her blood and she watched Midoriya's face relax slightly. Fuyu let out a deep sigh, shuffling backwards and letting her blood fall to the ground in a dull splatter. Once it was out she couldn't really bring it back inside herself, and her blood was only viable in her hands for so long. "Done."
"How wonderful!" She heard Uraraka murmur.
"Thank you, Young Kouki!" All Might's hand clasped her tight on the shoulder and she didn't fight the slightly giddy grin that touched her lips. "You've done well."
"Just..." She turned to the rest of her classmates, rubbing the back of her head. "Maybe try not to kill each other, yeah?"
There were murmurs of agreement and her gaze flickered to where Bakugo turned away, lips curling down into the beginnings of a fierce snarl. Fuyu's eyes flickered back to a beaming All Might.
"We will definitely do our best to avoid any unnecessary injuries!"
"...I'm a little serious, I don't think Shuzenji-sensei will be very pleased. It's only the second day—"
"'Y-Yes, without a doubt!"
"You've done very well today. The treatment you were able to give to him is much more useful than having to deplete him of his energy and wait overnight. You can return to class. Tomorrow we'll go over how to treat more serious bone fractures."
Fuyu quietly watched a thin trail of blood curl around her finger, willing it to curve and weave around her hand as she sat against the wall of a hallway between the nurse's office and the classroom. The golden rays of the afternoon sun were beginning to set, casting the entire school in a warm glow.
"Was my treatment enough?"
"You managed to mend the bone properly, but I will have him come back tomorrow for one more round of treatment to make sure he's good to go."
Her blood dribbled down her fingers and she watched it threaten to fall to the ground. Her arm was curled around her knees and her head rested above them.
"Make sure you watch those videos. It's important you know what you're up against when it comes to the recklessness of your classmates."
But if he needs more treatment. Fuyu blinked slowly, a small sigh escaping her lips. I guess I wasn't good enough yet. As I thought, healing my own body is always easier.
"K-Kouki?"
Bloody red irises flickered upwards in surprise and Midoriya blinked, a bandage around his burned arm and his right arm slung through a sling. "W-What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you," Fuyu stood, letting the blood hover like a bracelet around her wrist, constantly moving in a circular motion around her. Midoriya's cheeks flushed, spluttering at her words and she reached a hand out.
"Does it still hurt?"
"N-No!" Midoriya roughly rubbed the back of his head. "It's a lot better now, thank you. Recovery Girl said most of it is done with and I just need to come back tomorrow."
Fuyu allowed the blood to flow from her fingers and she idly reached for a handkerchief to wipe it up. "I'm glad. I don't know what went on out there but you sure seemed to have gotten it handed to you."
Midoriya chuckled, a sheepish smile on his lips as he scratched the side of his face. "Well, I guess the only good thing is that we managed to win though."
Fuyu let out a small noise of surprise at this. Midoriya offered her a small smile and gestured toward the classroom. "Let's head back?"
A weary look suddenly overcame his features and he sighed, Fuyu falling into step beside him. "I missed all my afternoon classes though, I'm sure Aizawa-sensei won't be pleased."
"Oh, don't worry," Fuyu shrugged, sliding the door open for the two of them. "I didn't go either since I was helping in the infirmary. I'm sure he'll get over it."
"Oh, Midoriya's here!" Kirishima's voice echoed loudly through the room and Midoriya and Fuyu looked up in surprise. "Kouki, too!"
Several people rushed forward and Kouki quickly sidestepped the crowd as people rushed toward Midoriya. "Good work! I don't know what you were saying during the match, but you were fired up!"
"I can't believe you fought evenly with Bakugo, who was first in the entrance exam!" Sero added.
"You did a good job dodging!"
"You guys did that in the first match, so the rest of us had to give it our all, too!"
"H-Huh?" Midoriya spluttered, cheeks flushing brightly as everyone began to gather closer, shouting off names and introducing themselves.
Fuyu watched the exchange before her curiously, taking in the animated gestures and bright smiles and she slid her hands into the pockets of her uniform. I guess he doesn't get this often. Seems like a nice guy though.
"They're so loud," Tokoyami sighed, and Fuyu glanced to his place sitting atop the desk, Jirou and Ojiro beside him.
"Tokoyami!" Iida rushed forward, arms pumping at his sides. "The desk is not a chair! Get off immediately!"
"It's not that big a deal, is it?" Jirou questioned.
"Wh—"
"What's with those hands anyway," Ojiro began with a bit of a grin.
"You people..." Iida thrusted his hands wildly through the air. "I cannot condone actions that disrespects the desks the great men and women who are our upperclassmen once used!"
"You're too loud."
So lively. Fuyu quietly stepped over to her desk to grab her things. Afternoon classes had just finished, and if everyone was going over the battle simulation they just did, she wouldn't be needed her right now anyway.
She grabbed her bag and slid it over her shoulder, readjusting her uniform and pausing a brief moment as she turned toward the side. Off to the corner at his desk, Todoroki was gazing quietly out the window beside him. The seat next to him was vacant, meaning Yaoyorozu must have been consulting with the others.
He doesn't look like the type to be involved in all this liveliness anyway. Fuyu paused a moment, shuffling through her bag as her fingers enclosed around a familiar object and she stepped up to his desk.
Gray and blue flickered to her, soft and piercing all at once. Fuyu blinked, mildly surprised by how... distant the teen before her seemed. "...Kouki."
"You looked like you could use this," Fuyu set a small, tea-flavored hard candy on his desk, the wrapper advertising a cartoon tea cup and she grinned. "Good job on not needing any medical help, yeah?"
Todoroki gazed quietly at the candy now sitting on his desk. His eyes turned slowly back up to her, but Fuyu was already weaving her way between the desk and throwing him a wave over her shoulder. She shuffled past the bodies, throwing a surprised Uraraka and curious Kaminari a smile. "Don't you want to go over the battle simulation?"
"Got some studying to do," Fuyu responded, snatching her notebook from the stacks they were carrying and making her way down the hall. "Good luck!"
"Thanks for helping Deku!" Uraraka called and Fuyu stilled before a small smile touched her lips.
"'s just my job."
"Kacchan!"
"Huh?"
I think... Fuyu paused, a dribble of sweat trickling down the side of her brow as she grimaced. Her back was pressed to one of the large arches above U.A's walkways, hiding her from the view of the two classmates behind her. I just ended up listening to something I shouldn't be.
"There's one thing I feel like I have to tell you." Midoriya started reluctantly.
Oh my God. Fuyu froze, eyes growing wide. Is he going to confess? Did I just end up eavesdropping on a confession? No, no way. Midoriya doesn't seem like the type—right?
"My Quirk is something I received from someone else."
Oh, not a confession. Fuyu slumped in relief against the concrete pillar. Thank goodness.
...
...
...
Wait a minute, what is he even talking about? Fuyu's head spun. Quirks from other people? Can you even do something like that?
"Huh?"
"I can't say who I got it from though," Midoriya swept on. "I won't say. But it's like a story out of a comic book, except it's true. On top of that, I still can't control it properly. It's just borrowed power that I haven't made my own yet."
Fuyu risked a glance around the edge, balking at the growingly pissed off look on Bakugou's face. His brows were furrowed in a heavy glare, the look on his face on of obvious disbelief, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Midoriya's mouth.
This is none of my business. Fuyu thought grimly, contemplating her options before her. I should just walk away. I'm not involved, this doesn't concern me.
"That's why I tried to beat you without using it." Midoriya's fist clenched. "But in the end, I couldn't win and had to rely on it. I've still got a long way to go. That's why—one day, I will make this Quirk my own and beat you with my own power!"
Bakugou stared at Midoriya in disbelief, rage coloring his features. Fuyu wistfully regarded the bushes next to her, wondering if she could sneak past through those.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" She jumped at Bakugo's furious voice, low and threatening. "'Borrowed power,' you're just talking nonsense. What are you trying to do, make me out to be more of a fool than you already have?"
Fuyu paused, craning her head around the archway and only seeing Bakugou's back facing her. But Midoriya's eyes were wide with surprise.
Bakugo voice trembled with fury, but there was an emotion there, thick and unmistakable. "What are you trying to say? Today I lost to you—that's all it was. That's all..."
Frustration.
"Today when I watched the Ice guy I thought 'I can't beat him!'" Bakugou snapped, his voice rising and the frustration clear and evident in his own tone. "Damn it! I ended up agreeing with what that Ponytail girl said!"
Fuyu's eyes turned forward and she slid down to the ground, bag at her side.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Hey, you too, Deku!" Bakugou snarled. "I'm just—I'm just getting started! You hear? Here, I will become number one!"
If he's someone who can sound like that. Fuyu rubbed the back of her head, eyes sliding sideways. Maybe he isn't so bad after all.
Footsteps echoed on the floor and she jolted, quickly diving into the bushes beside her. Fuyu quietly crawled along the grass, face pale as she headed toward the exit. I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear a single bit of that, so I'll just get going now...
"There he is!" A loud voice rattled the air around them, sending birds flying up from the trees and Fuyu flinched. She peered through a thicket of leaves and blinked as All Might came shooting past, clasping his hands over Bakugou's shoulders while the explosive blonde rubbed at his eyes. "Pride is a very important thing. You definitely have the abilities needed to become a pro. You still have a lot of—"
"Let go of me, All Might. I can't walk." Bakugou ground out. All Might paused, looking startled as Bakugo turned to fix him with a fierce glare. "I'll become a hero that surpasses even you without you telling me!"
"Oh, right," All Might lifted his hands and Fuyu gaped in disbelief. He's turning down advice from All Might? Yikes.
Fuyu paused, grass tickling her cheek and a twig stabbing her head as she sighed, resting her chin on her hands.
I guess someone who wants to be a hero that badly can't be awful now, can he?
The distinct murmur of voices echoed off to the side and Fuyu groaned, gripping her head in her hands. But when can I get out of here and leave without making it awkward?
Shunzenji's question from the first day rang loud in her head and Fuyu felt the grass beneath her fingers prick a little harder than they needed to.
This chapter was longer than I expected it to be but I'm looking forward to writing all these interactions with the characters. BNHA has such a wide cast and all the characters are wonderful in their own kinda way, and part of the reason I love the show so much is how much development some of them get. :)
Thank you so much to all of you for reading! Thanks especially to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed so far. I'm absolutely ecstatic you're all liking the story and Kouki so far, and hope you will continue to do so! She's a little different from the kind of characters I normally write, so I'm looking forward to having her develop as the story goes on.
I might end up sticking with third person the rest of the way for this one, but let me know what you guys would prefer and I'll do my best. Thank you so much for your time and for reading!
Hope you enjoyed!
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