"Ka-chan!" A worried filled voice called out my nickname, drawing my attention away from the doctor who was currently checking my blood pressure.
I turned to see a rather out of breath Miko-chan. Her peachy hair stuck to her forehead as if she just ran a marathon. Her honey brown eyes shined in obvious anxiety of my current condition. She griped her black leather purse closely to her chest as she edged closer to my bed. "Are...are you okay? I saw what happened on the news and rushed here as soon as I could." She rambled while her eyes darted in between me and the doctor.
I held up my good hand to hault her speech. "I'm fine. A little banged up, but I'm good."
"Young Matsumoto-san has third degree burns on her right arm, covering majority of the skin. We believe it should heal within the next year or so, but it won't be the same again." My main doctor, Mamanto-sensei informed Miko-chan. He was an older man who I learned has two kids around my age, but both were quirkless. He was in his mid-50's and had a dog named Kikyo. He wore a simple blue blazer under his long white coat and black dress pants.
"She also has a small concussion from banging her head roughly against a concrete wall, I believe." He eyed me over his small glasses which I nodded to. "A sprain as well in her left ankle and a small scratch on her left cheek. It's even amazing you gotten out with just that bad burn, Matsumoto-san."
I rolled my eyes slightly at the doctor while giving Miko-chan a pointed look. "Ball out your eyes here, and I'll ask security to escort you out."
Tabbing her eyes against a tissue, she looked at the doctor. "When do you think she'll be able to come home?"
"About a day or two. We need to monitor her for a little bit. She'll need painkillers for at least two months since of the burn. But we believe she will make a full recovery."
Miko-chan nodded her head slightly while looking at my bandaged arm. "I see, thank you for helping Ka-chan."
Miko-chan was my nanny when I was little and we grew pretty close since my parents left me in her care when they were on duty. Miko-chan is in her mid-40's and had no children of her own. She was married to a man named Rui who I met after my parents passed away. Many of the staff had abandon the Matsumoto manner after the passing but Miko-san had somehow always turned up at my house after school hours and even sometimes spent holidays with me along with her husband.
"I'll be fine Miko-chan. I'll heal up and go back to school like I normally do." I reassured the older, patting her hand that was resting near my good one.
"That's not why I'm worried..." Miko-chan mumbled weakly, her eyes downcasting to the floor, a shadow casting itself over her brown eyes.
I stared at her before my stomach growled lowly. Damn, I'm really fucking hungry. "Listen, Miko-chan, everything will be-"
"I...I want you to attend Yuuei!" She yelled loudly, startling the hunger out of me.
My eyebrows shot up at her ask I felt a sudden aching feeling nawh at my chest. Both of my parents had attended Yuuei High School, the elite school for those who wish to become hero's. It's where both of my parents met in the hero course and fell in love. Yuuei is basically the reason why I was born and their demise as well.
Bring back down my shock face, I curled my fingers into my fist. "Why should I do that? I don't want to be a hero, and you know that." I calmly stated.
Miko-chan didn't look up at me but she stared down into her lap. "I know you hate the thought of becoming a hero Ka-chan...but!" She suddenly looked up, a face full of determination along with blazing eyes. "I think you should try out for the entrance exam not to be a hero, but to learn how to protect yourself with your quirk!"
Miko-chan had the quirk of creating small objects such as wooden blocks, jewerly, and toys. Her quirk couldn't quite allow her to become a helpful hero but used her quirk to entertain children. When I was little, I use to love her make sparkles appear out of thin air. It was my favorite "trick" as she said over a thousand times as I grew older.
"They won't let me in because I want to control it. For anything, I could just apply for the general class." I brushed her off as I looked at a nurse who came rolling in a small table.
She smiled at me and said, "Your pain medication is ready. After you take them, call the cafeteria and order your dinner. I'll be back in a bit."
I said nothing as she offered me a small foam cup and two large orange pills. She said nothing as well after wheeling the cart out of the room and left me and Miko-chan alone once again. "I know why you feel like this Ka-chan...its completely normal to feel like this." She started to mumble after I successful gulped down the pills.
Sighing lightly, I placed the cup in Miko-chan's outstretched hands. "Why do you really want me to enter the Hero course? I can tell there's something else on your mind."
"..." Miko-chan remainded quiet as she retook her seat in the small chair next to my bed. "I always...wanted to be in the hero course at Yuuei..." She admitted before she started to dig around in her purse. "It was my dream as a little girl. I wanted to be one of those brave hero's who saved everyone with a smile on their face. I didn't want to do it for the fame nor the money. I just wanted to help."
Finally finding what she was looking for, she pulled out an all to familiar black iPhone along with a set of jet black keys. "The police found this on the scene. They stopped me on my way here to give these to you."
Extending my good hand, I took the phone and keys and exaimed them. My phone was cracked beyond repair to the point where I could barley see the screen once it lit up. Good to see the battery hasn't changed though. My keys looked like they got burnt by the devils flame and crippled. I couldn't help but think if I put these in my lock if they would just disintegrate once entering the key hole.
Sighing, I placed both objects onto the opposite side of my bed while cranning my neck to look at the older women. She was watching my every move but missed it when I stared at her in return. Noticing she was looking more at my injured arm, I lifted it from laying on my lap and let it hide behind my thigh. By doing so, her head snapped back at me.
"I'm sorry, Miko-chan. I will in no way go into the hero course. I won't let the stupid profession take over my life like it did my parents." I informed her, turning my head to look up at the ticking clock. Only 7:30, damn.
Miko-chan silently nodded her head in defeat. "All right...I understand." Standing up, her hand reached into her bag once again. "But if you think otherwise," taking out a folded piece of paper, Miko-san dropped it onto the small sliding meal table. "Don't be afraid to look at the requirements for entering. Rui and I have to head out of town for a week so I'll ask Miyordia-san if she and Izuku-kun can pick you up when you get discharged. I'll see you soon, Ka-chan."
With gentle steps, Miko-san left me alone in the dimly lit room. It was already 30 minutes since she had came in so visiting hours was going to end soon anyways. With that, I carefully reached over and grabbed the telephone and dialed the cafeteria number.
After ordering something easy to eat along with my chosen sides, I hung up the phone and grabbed my IPhone. The thing was so broken, I'm kinda surprised it survived the attack. I guess my school stuff hadn't, however.
Opening up my phone, I squinted at the screen and tried to see the shit load of notifications. Majority of them was News Alerts of what happened hours ago. The headline was "Two Junior High Students Attacked by the Sludge Villan!" Which talked about how brave Katsuki-kun and I where along Izuku-kun too. But instead of saying how brave he was for running out into the attack to save us, they focused more on how stupid he was for running into a dangerous situation like that.
That reminds me...
After navigating myself to my contact list with squinted eyes, I quickly found Izuku-kun's number and pressed the 'call' button.
The phone only rang once before Izuku-kun had answered. "Katsumi-chan!" Izuku-kun screeched into the phone, making me draw back.
Shaking my head slightly I decided it was best to put the phone on speaker so the timid boy wouldn't blow out my ear drums. Once putting it on speaker, automatically I heard him mumbling his worried thoughts on the other line.
"...I didn't know what to do so I just ran! Kacchan was really mad at me too but I couldn't let you two die, you know? Man I felt really bad and I was scared so I'm really sorry and-!"
"Izuku-kun, please stop mumbling. I can't hear you too well." I grumbled slightly staring at the cracked screen.
"O-oh! S-s-sorry-!" He stuttered but I cut him off.
"Stop apologizing. There's nothing to be sorry about."
A knocking sound had caught my attention to see the same nurse roll in my meal. "Here you go, Matsumoto-san. Be careful with the soup, it's still a little hot." Noticing the steamy bowl of chicken soup I had ordered, I nodded at the older female.
Placing the tray onto my table, the nurse gave me a small smile. "Once your done, press the button and I'll take your tray, alright sweetheart?" Signalling my response with a small nod, the nurse quickly walked out of the room.
"Are you hurt badly?" Izuku-kun's voice came through the phone with a worried tone.
"I have third degree burns on my right arm, covering all of the skin. They think my arm should be fine, but it won't look the same ever again." I answered him, blowing on the steamy soup slightly.
No words came out from the green haired boy but I heard him sigh slightly. "Don't beat yourself up, Izuku-kun." I calmly stated while sitting back into my rather uncomfortable hospital bed. "I know you well enough to you are being hard on yourself for not being able to save us so just stop it." I snapped at him.
"A-ah..." He muttered meakly. "S-sorr-"
"If you finish that 'sorry', I'll beat you up next time I see you."
That seemed to shock him out of his pity party and I heard something fall over on his side. "Izuku?!" I heard his mom call. "Is everything okay!?" Her voice came over a little muffled but I could still hear the slight ting of worry in her voice.
"Y-yeah! I just dropped something, I'm fine!" He called back, his voice slightly drifted away from the phone.
"Izuku-kun, do you still plan on applying to Yuuei?" My demetor suddenly dropped from my semi-serious tone to a more uneasy one.
He didn't say anything at first but finally muttered a simple yes. Sighing slightly, I picked up the plastic spoon and took a small sip of the warm soup. "Miko-chan thinks I should apply as well."
"Oh?" A few shuffling noises came from the background and for some reason, he seemed a little drifted from the conversation. "That would be cool if the both of us gotten in!" He replied happily and I couldn't help but picture the small smile he would of given me if we where talking in person.
Grinning lightly, I placed the spoon into the steamy bowl. "I don't know if I want to apply though..."
An image of an angry Katsuki-kun flashed in my mind. He wanted to be the only person from our school to get accepted into the elite school, and if I or Izuku-kun had actually got into the school, he would blow a fuse.
"I think...you should go for it." He answered, his voice soft. "You can really excel there, Katsumi-chan. I'm sure your qurik can really make you a great hero!"
Chuckling lightly, I scratched my cheek. "Oh yeah...?" Memories of my parents showing me their quirks flashed in my mind. While my Father had an explosion quirk, I had the great honor of having my Mom's quirk, wind.
Although her quirk can only move wind currents, mine allowed me to move and manipulation the wind or even use it as a boost. Most of the time my quirk can only be used in long distance battles but for the past five years I've trained myself in hand-to-hand combact. And just between you and me, I developed a six pack oddly enough after year of training.
"I haven't decided if I I want to apply or not," eyeing the paper that Miko-chan left, I sighed. "But I'll think about it."
"Ah, well, I hope you decide to apply to Yuuei with me!" Mumbling a few words, Izuku-kun sighed. "I gotta go. Get better soon Katsumi-chan!"
"Yeah, yeah I'll talk to you later. Bye-bye." Pressing the 'end call' button, I sighed before slipping the broken phone next to my soup.
"Maybe..." I muttered, pulling the paper closer to me and unraveled it from its crippled form. Maybe, I'll just look it over, for the hell of it.