Beep… beep… beep….

Beeping sounds were popping in my head as I slowly awoken from my slumber.

"Oh, thank god, you're alright!" A loud and familiar voice bursted my brain. Their hands rocked my bed waking me up.

"Mmm…" I groaned, forcing my eyes to flutter opened. "Where am I?" I softly whispered, voice hurting from the tightness squeezing my throat. The muscles were contracting painfully everytime I swallowed my spit.

"You're in the hospital, surprisingly… after what happened yesterday." It was Aunt Nina.

"I can't… remember what happened to me." I slowly blinked, inhaling very quietly as if I was on the verge of death, but the opposite. I didn't want to use too much volume when I speak since the straining feeling hurt my throat a lot.

"Well," she started. "You were choked, then you became his meatbag…" Aunt Nina trailed off. "He used you for his defense, threatening that he'll kill you." She explained furthermore in explicit details.

I shivered, chills running up my body as I thought about what my classmates and teachers saw. "I don't want to remember no more."

My body ached and I knew it'll take a few days for me to heal from my bruises. It's funny that I can't heal myself, but I can do it for others. It takes more energy for me to concentrate on my own wounds than other people's. Or maybe it's because I've never been in critical condition before that I never healed myself.

"You're not going to school today. You need to rest," Aunt Nina said, bringing in a tray of food and placing it near my bed.

"Oh, I'm going to school. I have examinations to do." My weakened voice cracked as I pulled out anything attached in or on me. The sensation of pulling out needles and pads hurt my skin as it turned red or bled a little.

"Please, Rina!"

"Sorry, but I'm going. Don't even think about stopping me. This injury of mine is a minor, nothing terrible." I stared back at her before leaving the hospital.

I sorefully went straight home to change myself. Each aching movements pained me as I walked home by myself.

My face looked bad: bandages were wrapped around my forehead and purple were spotted all over my body and parts of my face.

"I'm going to school!" I ripped off the bandage and threw it in the trash, then putting on makeup to hide all the bruises to look presentable though they may see the bumps of it.

"Hello—" I was surrounded when I stepped inside Class 1-A.

"Are you okay?"

"We heard what happened."

So many voices were talking that I couldn't focus on a single person. Their voices were overlapping that it was giving me a headache. Voices came in from left to right, and their faces were spinning in a spiral. Maybe I wasn't ready to go to school.

"Give her some space." The class president Iida pulled me out from the crowd. "You can sit on my seat. I can see you're fatigue."

"Yeah. Can I get some water please?" My voice was raspy.

"I'll get it." Iida ran off for my water.

The students were asking me questions about the assault at the hospitals and medical schools (in-training). I had to assure them that I was alright and nothing was wrong with me, but that was a clear lie. They saw the bumps on my face and small little bruises I couldn't hide from them on my arms.

"Here's your water," Iida handed me the water he brought.

"Thank you," I smiled, gurgling down the cup of water so quickly in a blink of an eye.

"Harada," Midoriya whispered, bending his knees to whisper in my ear. "Are you sure you're okay?" His voice carried his caring nature out as his face contorted, frowning. "You look very fatigue. I don't want you to faint because of the incident yesterday."

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I smiled at him. "There's no need to worry. I can handle myself. If I couldn't, I wouldn't even be here. This isn't a big deal, so don't fret about it, Midoriya." At the back, I felt sharp daggering eyes staring at my form. I knew who was giving me the death glare, it was easy. It was none other than Bakugou who hated my guts or whatsoever.

"Class," Aizawa came inside his classroom, announcing their whole schedule.

The whole class was going to combat with each other like they did at the Sports Festival. "Harada, you can do your job now." Aizawa walked off, leaving me to exam them.

One by one, I took their necessary check up from before and after. My hands fiddled with the tools, a bit weak from the lack of energy I had in me. I didn't really converse with them because I was exhausted. Maybe Aunt Nina was right, I should've stayed home.

"Nurse Harada," it was Todoroki Shoto who spoke up to me when I was doing his blood pressure.

I glanced up at him and corrected him, "It's Harada." I chuckled at his formality. "I'm no nurse yet until I'm twenty-eight or something." I joked off.

"Sorry, Harada, but I noticed your movements. They're very slow and tiresome. After this, take a break and eat so you won't faint," Todoroki said, leaving the room after his examination.

I smiled at his thoughtfulness. "How sweet,"

I did what Todoroki told me to do: eat. I was eating a jar of peanuts because I was going to eat more during lunch.

Walking to the minitor room, I stood next to Aizawa, offering my jar of peanuts to him. "You want some?" I shifted the jar to him.

"No thank you."

"Alright," I plopped the food in my mouth, crunching the hard shell until it became flat.

On the monitors, I watched the students fight each other, playing hide and seek in the city arena. I saw each quirk being used to defence or offence. This was like watching fighting movies on screen.

"This is fun. I hope I won't need to heal."

It was soon getting boring to watch the fights go on. Aizawa didn't want to bet on any of his students since he said it wasn't professional as a teacher, and his students are treated as equal.

Twirling myself in a chair, I was sudden called by Aizawa. "Harada, go get Kaminari! Tokoyami is dangerous in the shadows! I should've stopped them when they got into the dark building." I quickly sucked my thumb and forefinger and put aside my jar. I ran beside Aizawa to aid him.

"Why is it me? I'm not strong like them."

"Didn't you see in the monitor? They're at the end of the maze. The lights are dimmed, almost close to be called dark. Tokoyami's quirk isn't functionable in the dark. It has its own mind as it reeks havoc."

I felt my hairs standing up on my skin. The image and thought of Tokoyami losing control to his shadow partner made me shiver.

I followed behind Aizawa as we broke through the city arena gate and to the inside of the building they were in fighting. Fear ran down Aizawa's face. He cared for his students though he expresses in a different way. Stern yet caring.

Aizawa was running very fast. He was about a feet in front of me. "Don't slow down or else you'll have a hard time getting out." Aizawa warned me as I trotted faster.

My tired legs were burning up from my muscles getting the exercise that it needed to be toned and fit, but it was painfully hurting as it was sore. My breathing ragged as I wasn't used to this much running. It felt like I was running in a marathon. The turnings and long halls and stairs were doing a lot for my body. Warmness spreaded throughout me. Beads of sweat was forming around my forehead.

"Hurry. We're almost there." Aizawa ran full speed ahead as I urgently chased after him as if my life depended on it, and it actually did.

Entering the dimmed, raging room, animal sounds filled the area. "Be careful. Get Kaminari and leave! I'll handle this." I nodded and ran off to find Kaminari.

"Kaminari!" I shouted his name. My heart was racing from the in tense situation. Soreness was ripping through my body. It was like my meat was being teared apart. I wanted to stop and walk, but I couldn't. If I do anything slow, I could get hurt than I am now.

"Watch out!" I saw Kaminari running toward me, tackling me down to the hard concert ground. My head made contact to the floor, causing me to wince in pain. The hit stung the back of my head so bad that it hurt to open my eyes when I landed on the ground. "Harada! Harada?! Tell me you're fine!"

"Yeah… I'm fine, but it hurts though." I groaned, forcing my eyes to open. It was throbbing. My head was throbbing badly. Maybe I should've stayed at the hospital than gone to school. I felt my head pulsing like a fast heartbeat. "I'm here to get you out of here by the way… if it didn't look like it." A fainted chuckle slipped through my lips.

"Go—"

"Ahh!" I screamed when Tokoyami's little friend punched the wall right next to us, opening a huge hole that beamed out light from outside. His friend was out of control.

"You need to go, Harada. It's not safe for you. I don't want you to get hurt." Kaminari looked so determined to get his friend back into place again. He couldn't leave him in his uncontrollable state.

Kaminari ran to Tokoyami.

As Kaminari almost ran past the opened wall, I saw Tokoyami's shadow ready to aim and knock him out of the way.

My body instinctively moved on its own, "Kaminari, watch out!" My mind blocked all the tensed muscles because it cared about letting Kaminari survive in order to aid Aizawa.

I saw his eyes hardened when he turned his head as my fingers pushed him forward from the hit. His iris shrunk; terror ran through his eyes over and over again. Slowly, our hands couldn't be reached. This felt like some kind of love story where the man failed to save his woman from falling. Our fingertips were so close, but so far as I fell backward out the building. Feeling the world fall before me scared me. I was going to fall down twelve stories.

"HARADA!" Kaminari's voice echoed in the arena.

Then, I started screaming as my body turned around, facing forward where my face would splash in the concrete floor and my brain would explode. It worsened when I felt butterflies in my stomach. The feeling of death lingered around me, scaring me because I was impulsive to understand what a hero goes through to save someone they care for after watching their fights.

"Harada!" I saw two figures: Todoroki and Bakugou. They stood below watching me fall.

I didn't know how to react no more because I felt like this was my end.

"Go, Bakugou."

"Don't order me around! I know what to do."

As I was inching toward the ground, I closed my eyes.

"Idiot!" Explosive sounds were emitting up in the sky. "No matter how much you irritate me, I have an obligation to do!" Bakugou's arms wrapped around my body when he reached me. I opened my eyes to look at him. His ruby eyes were staring back at me. His lips were twitching. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

"I'm sorry," I said it first, remembering how we fought at the gate. Many memories flooded my head as the feeling of death wanted me to spill whatever I had in me to say.

Bakugou kept on staring back at me, still not responding to what I said. "Todoroki hurry the hell up!" He shouted, quickly flipping us in the air so he could hit the ground.

My heart dropped. "Bakugou…!" I gripped onto him, scared of what will happen to him. I saw how close we were to the ground. "Freaking idiot! Is this what it cost to be a hero?!" I brought my eyes to look at him one last time.

"Yes."

At the corner of my eye, I saw an ice slide being made for us to slide down on safely. I again shut my eyes as Bakugou's back made contact to the slippery surface and started squeaking down slide.

"You can stop breathing heavily on me, idiot. We're safe now." When I heard his angry voice, I instantly pulled myself off of him and stepped to the side. A lot just happened to me and I didn't know how to comprehend the aftermath.

"Harada, breathe." I shifted my eyes away from Bakugou to Todoroki who was speaking to me.

"Yeah…! I am breathing! I'm just… I just need to go!" I faked smile and ran out from the arena.

I closed the curtain to my tent and flopped on the bed inside the tent. I didn't feel so good. The thoughts of dying was scary. It never occurred to me often.

"Harada, I heard what happened."

I turned around and saw Midoriya standing near the entrance.

"Yeah, I think it's better for me to call it a day. I've gone through much yesterday… and it was a mistake to come back when I'm not fully healed." I pushed past Midoriya and packed up my things to leave.