Hello! BIG chapter for you guys!
The upcoming sections may not align perfect with the canon timeline, in terms of sequence of events or time in between. I've striven to be as true to the sequence as possible, but I'm afraid my take on the timings to the canon events are... well its a bit mental how much supposedly happens to these kids within a single term and they don't all end up in a corner sobbing. SO. Some things are tweaked for a narrative breath here and there, hope that's cool, if not... thanks for sticking with it this long? Haha. Anyway, thanks guys!
BAKUGO POV
Just like last time. Bakugo found Todoroki sitting with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped under his chin, left knee bobbing with nerves. But this time, it was in the hospital corridor, outside Alex's room, and Todokori wasn't about to crumble.
Last time, inside her room mere hours after her first whole-day surgery, Todoroki barely lasted five seconds before the pieces fell away. Mr Aizawa had been dragged out by Midnight to finally get some food, leaving Todoroki behind to sit with Alex. Bakugo had only just come in the door, Todoroki had had no idea he wasn't alone when the mask broke. Tears spilled down his cheeks, his hands ran through his hair and tugged harder and harder. He muttered things like 'I'm so sorry', 'I should have found you sooner', 'why didn't I say anything to you before?', 'wake up, please'. Initially Bakugo intended to leave, having no clue how to deal with a suddenly emotional Todoroki. But then he heard how Todoroki's voice cracked, how he barely sucked in a proper breath–like a panic attack had taken hold. Bakugo put his head against the door. Alex would kick Bakugo's ass if he abandoned Todoroki like that. Bakugo rolled his eyes at her unvoiced threat in the back of his head and approached, moving slow to allow Todoroki time to notice him and fail to pull himself together.
It would have been easy to mock Todoroki. To call him names and cause the guy to shut down, but considering the way Bakugo's own heart had hammered when approaching the hospital, he couldn't make fun. It had only been a couple days since the fight, since All Might retired and the world turned upside down. A couple days since Alex was torn apart for the world to see. Todoroki had gotten close to Alex, the whole class knew that; they joked about it and then worried about it when she got hurt. Bakugo… He had no idea what his connection to Alex counted as at that point. Acquaintance? Friend? The label didn't really matter, he guessed, they had both been taken by those League whackos, they had a connection there if nothing else. He paused, finding himself hoping it counted as more than that, that he might consider her a friend–how stupid was he getting?
Todoroki had spotted him and scrambled to compose himself; wiping eyes, flattening hair, sitting so upright it looked like he had a literal stick up his ass. Bakugo didn't say anything, he just approached the bed and leaned on the frame with his elbows, waiting till Todoroki's breathing had evened. Having a conversation was going to be awkward enough without the sniffles.
Bakugo kept his eyes fixed on her despite talking to Todoroki. "Been here long?"
"About an hour. I came to check on her surgery's uh… progress. But then they said she would be coming out soon and Mr Aizawa invited me to stay, he said it would be good if I could hand on information to the class." Todoroki swallowed, fingers pulling on the chair fabric, not quite managing to fully maintain the mask.
Bakugo gripped his elbows, wondering just how rattled that meant Todoroki was–never having even seen the guy blush, let alone fidget.
"Guessing she ain't woken?"
"No. She had a seizure about forty minutes ago though, and her power broke the bed she was using. Mr Aizawa's been having to help keep her power contained."
Bakugo dropped his gaze, unable to look at her face whilst hearing the information. Imagining her body struggling, rigid with eyes rolled back as she choked, was all too easy. The visions in the League's bar had had her doing all sorts; crying, whimpering, screaming, clawing at her seat and barely managing to breathe. Telling people to 'go die' was one thing, but seeing someone you respected in that kind of pain, so close by, was another. He shivered, wondering if Todoroki had accidentally activated his right side.
Todoroki sipped water and cleared his throat, looking more normal by the moment. "Why're you here, Bakugo?"
"Huh? What, am I not allowed or somethin'?"
"No I just… Figured you'd still be recovering."
"I didn't get hurt." Bakugo kneaded his palm as he recalled the mild strain he endured after the fight. But that was it. Nothing else. Todoroki watched him and Bakugo glared. "What Icy hot? You got a problem?"
"I didn't mean physically recover." He shrugged and looked back to Alex.
"My head's fine."
Todoroki smirked. "Sure, mine too."
"Oi just because you're fallin' apart doesn't mean… ah fuck it." Bakugo hung his head, venom coming to his tongue way too easily as usual. Todoroki's eyes tightened, but he didn't react otherwise. "I didn't mean that shit."
"Yes, you did."
Bakugo peeked, but only found Todoroki staring at her, frowning as he clenched his teeth and likely fought back more tears. Whatever their connection, Alex had seriously gotten under that Icy Hot skin.
"You guys together or somethin'?"
Todoroki blinked. "No, of course not. She's just a... friend."
"Whatever."
Todoroki frowned. "You think I'm lying?"
"Not exactly."
The smirk reappeared. "Mm… Guess I am over-reacting. Sorry you saw me in that state."
"I ain't saying shit."
"I appreciate that." Todoroki sat back. "You dodged my question earlier, why're you here?"
Bakugo closed his mouth, the initial response of 'none of your damn business' sticking in his throat. There was no reason to be so dismissive, not when Todoroki was handling being caught falling apart so well. Like Alex said way back when she threw Bakugo through those doors, he didn't have to be alone. Right? Maybe.
Bakugo cleared his throat. "Wanted to see if she was available to talk, that's all."
"Don't think that'll be the case for a while. They're keeping her sedated a lot of the time as they don't want her panic to disrupt her injuries."
Bakugo's hands clenched into fists. "She broke her back, right?"
Todoroki paused, lips in a thin line before he answered. "Amongst other things, yeah."
Bakugo stared at the blanket on top of her legs–her potentially useless legs, her legs that couldn't work anymore because of his weakness. He grit his teeth. She had been handling All for One's attacks, managing to keep hold of her focus, until he threatened Bakugo and she got distracted. She got hurt when thinking she had to defend someone other than herself. That was on Bakugo.
"You're trembling."
Bakugo sniffed. "Fuck off, Icy Hot."
"Whatever the outcome, she'll get through it. She's too stubborn to do anything else."
Bakugo had known Todoroki was right.
And he still knew it now, in the hospital corridor, weeks later. Alex had endured more surgeries, seizures, fevers and setbacks; she had woken a couple weeks ago by this point. Yet once again Bakugo watched as Todoroki tried to stay calm. But what for? Unless something had happened to Alex.
Bakugo sat in the seat next over. "Somethin' happened?"
Todoroki's head snapped up and once again looked like a stick had been rammed up his ass. "Bakugo when did you get here?"
"Just now. So? She okay?"
"Uh yes…" Todoroki frowned, like Bakugo had spoken in a strange language. Then he looked down at himself, likely realising what he had looked like only moments beforehand. "Sorry, my demeanour must have made you worry. Alex is in physio just now."
"So you're freakin' out because…?"
"Mr Aizawa asked me to attend towards the end of her session, he wondered if having a classmate there might help her stay encouraged. Sounds like she uh… She's having some issues with the exercises."
Bakugo smirked, recalling her rant a couple nights ago about the damn nurse. "Yeah. She's not great at the whole patience side of being a patient, is she?"
"Not exactly." Todoroki smirked and leaned on his knees again. "So I probably looked a mess because I'm thinking myself into a corner. I turned up early by accident, just waited here and… started thinking."
"About what? If he asked you here, kinda makes it obvious he thinks you'll help."
Todoroki chuckled. "That would be a logical conclusion, yes."
"You think too much." Bakugo sighed, sitting back and slumping in the chair. He hadn't realised physio was scheduled for that time, he shouldn't have come. But at least he could get Todoroki out of his own head. The last thing Alex needed in her physio session was a shivering wreck. "D'you know how the physio is going? She doesn't tell me much beyond the shitty nurses."
"I think she's doing well. The main issue is her anger at herself… Impatience."
"Maybe you'll help with that, you seem to calm her shit down."
Todoroki hummed. "I'll take that as a compliment, Bakugo."
"Y'should, she's a pain in the ass, so if you can get through to her, that's a big deal." Bakugo looked to the clock, seeing it was five minutes to the hour. "Guess you're closer to time now?"
Todoroki nodded. "Yeah, I could probably head along now and look politely early rather than weirdly so."
Bakugo snorted. "Worried about stalker vibes?"
"Guess so." Todoroki stood and hitched his bag onto his shoulder. "Thanks for snapping me out of it… again."
Bakugo stood and gave his classmate's shoulder a light shove on his way past. "Just go make sure she's not getting in her own damn way."
"Got it." Todoroki headed along the corridor to the physio rooms.
Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and made for the exit, scuffing the flooring with his boots as he headed into the sunshine. Kirishima looked up from his phone, standing away from the wall he had been perched on, waving.
"Hey man! How'd it go? She doing okay? You weren't in there for long."
"Ya want an answer or not, Shitty Hair?" Bakugo growled, pulling his hood over and striding back towards campus. "It was fine, she was at physio though so I just sat and talked with Icy Hot for a couple minutes. Mr Aizawa's asked him to attend her physio to help her focus or some shit…"
Kirishima strode ahead and peered round the side of the hood. "You sat and talked with Todoroki?"
"Yeah? So fuckin' what?" Bakugo walked faster, but Kirishima kept pace.
"You're like the third wheel of the century man!"
"Am I fuck!" He shoved Kirihima away and pulled his hood further.
Kirishima moved onto talking about dorms and studying, becoming white noise as Bakugo stared at his own feet, one in front of the other. Looking back on that first time he found Todoroki brought it all back. Watching Alex lie there, not knowing if she would ever walk again. Sure they had talked since, she had told him to stop being a dumbass and to drop the guilt but… it was still there. Along with the rest of it. At least All Might hadn't been hanging around the hospital that time.
Bakugo broke into a jog. "I can't study with you today Shitty Hair, gotta go on a run."
"Uh… okay? See ya later man!"
Bakugo waved without looking back, speeding up as his face felt hotter. He had so much else to concentrate on; training, studies, upcoming licence exams. He didn't have space for anything else. His head ached and he sped up again. God dammit.
ALEX POV
"Fuck this shit!" I scream, landing on my knees yet again as my back gives way.
The bannisters tremble under my power as I'm tempted to fling them into the opposite wall. Tears roll down my nose, falling to the floor as I clench my fists, letting my nails bite deeper into my palms. Useless. Weak. Broken. Slow. Fucking looping round and round, no progress, no nothing.
Dad clears his throat. "You're early, Todoroki."
I stare ahead at the floor. No. No I hadn't just had that meltdown in front of Sho, had I? Come on world just swallow me whole, take me into the darkness of some underground cave and let me just fade out. Fuck this is humiliating. Failure and a tantrum in one. Well done Alex. New low.
"Sorry sir, I'll come back later. I didn't mean to–"
"You didn't do anything." I sigh thickly, wiping my frustrated tears. "Sorry you saw that. Just… sorry."
There's a pause before two sets of steps approach.
"Mr Aizawa was telling us all how you'd already scared off a Nurse." Sho's voice is close, level as ever.
Dad sighs. "I didn't dare suggest another Nurse. I can't afford the counseling."
I smirk, keeping my head down.
Sho kneels beside me. "Iida didn't approve, Midoryia got very worried and Bakugo gave a cheer, but Mina nearly choked on a milkshake for laughing so hard. She says you owe her another. Kirishima asked if you actually threw someone out the window, apparently he heard a rumour."
I snort and bite my lip as laughter threatens, my anger melting as I imagine my friends goofing around. They must be in the dorms by now, enjoying the last parts of summer vacation.
Dad moves away. "I'll get us all some tea, don't let her try the walk again, Todoroki."
"Of course, sir."
The door closes and a hand appears on top of my shoulder. "Can I help?"
"You already did." I sniff, peeking up from behind the curtain of black and white hair. "Sorry about the tantrum. Kinda pathetic, I know."
"Not really. More like I was wondering if you were going to dismantle the room." His hand persists. "Do you… Would some ice on your back help?"
I nod. "That would be perfect actually."
He moves, sitting closer. "It gives way sometimes, right? I uh… I don't want you to fall on the floor so uhm… if I may?"
I nod again, staying still as he sits closer. My head rests on his warm shoulder, his warm arm winds round me to hold me steady whilst the cold one reaches for the small of my back. The chill is slow and careful, but it's perfect. He was right to hold on, because I basically turn to jelly in his arms. Much better than drugs–my mind's still clear but the pain is dulled.
"Thanks." I sigh, hands holding onto his shirt. "Don't want you to feel like a walking talking ice-pack."
"There are worse things, depending on what you're used for." He shrugs and I chuckle. "That sounds better."
He keeps cooling my skin, the pain all but gone.
I manage to sit up a little by myself, still holding onto him though. "How're the dorms?"
When I meet his eyes he jolts, looking to the side. "Good. Fine. I have pictures if you'd like to see? We did a tour of everyone's rooms once we moved in."
I sit back and his hand leaves my skin, a little frost persisting on his forearm.
The rooms all look great, and I can't help but giggle at Momo's and Mina's. My girls are so flamboyant. Then I take the phone on the pic of his room, tilting my head and zooming in a few times. The minimalist style makes a lot of sense, though I can't say it looks all that cosy. Very business-like. A room for work rather than relaxation. My room is the last picture, a vacant blank canvas waiting for me to make it my own.
I hand back the phone, our fingers brushing for a moment. "Thanks."
"No trouble at all. Do you want to uh… go back to the seat?"
I nod and he helps me onto my feet, but as we go to the chair I use my power to help myself move easier, breathing deep at the strange pressure it makes on my back.
"You're moving smoother now…" Sho frowns, looking me over. "The ice can't have helped that much."
I rub the small of my back as I rest into the chair. "I used my power."
"Is that a good idea?"
I wave a dismissive hand. "It helps in little moments like that. But Dad doesn't–"
"Doesn't approve." Shouta's voice rumbles from the doorway. He frowns, allowing Sho to take a tea before I do. He sets the stray aside and pulls over a couple chairs for himself and Sho, apparently fine with my friend lingering–not that I'm sure why Sho is here. Dad's still frowning at me. "Stop using your power for it, Alex. It's counterproductive."
I roll my eyes. "I've already had the lecture today."
"And clearly it went in one ear and out the other." He sips. "I'm serious, it strains your quirk and will weaken any progress you do make physically. It's something to use in an emergency only."
I watch the steam rise from my cup. "I guess."
Sho taps the side of his cup. "My ice seemed to help? Would it be useful if I came by for your sessions? Saves you being drugged, right?"
I shake my head. "I'm not gonna waste your time–"
"It's not wasted." Sho now frowns, not letting up when I meet his gaze. Dad watches like me as Sho looks for his words. "I'd want to help if I can. It might take time away from class or training, but I'll find the time elsewhere. Plus, applying first aid is a skill heroes need, isn't it?"
I blink. Dad smirks.
Sho looks to his teacher. "Mr Aizawa, can I be allowed to aid Alex in her physio from here on?"
"I invited you to try and cheer her up but… yeah I guess this works. As long as it doesn't impede your studying, sure. And don't let her bully you." He sips his tea and winks at me, my face soon burning far warmer than the tea. Dad invited Sho to 'cheer' me up? Am I being that much of a miserable little shi–"And if she keeps using her power be sure to let me know."
I sip my tea and make Dad's hair flop in front of his face.
He chuckles. "I know you're impatient, but we'll get there kid."
"You're already doing well." Sho nods, giving me a small smile when I look up.
"Doesn't feel like it."
"Because you refuse to accept your own successes." Dad snorts, lounging a little.
"She is bad at that, isn't she sir?"
I look between them. "Oi, I'm right fucking here!"
Physio is painful, but having Sho there helps. It takes another week, but I can just about make it along the bars without stopping, and with barely holding them. Sho's ice is so great. I can stay sharp, keep my theory catch-up going and still rest. I think he's glad of the practise as well. His ice can occasionally get out of his control but this is helping him keep it small and focused. I want to be back on my feet as soon as possible. No time to lose. Slow progress, but progress all the same.
I'll be moving into Dorms soon, likely heading there after my first official 'appointment' which is a press conference. It's been three weeks since I woke up. A lot has happened, and a lot of questions need clarified. But I won't be answering questions about the ongoing investigation, fuck that. Not only am I pissed Dad is even being mentioned let alone investigated, I have zero information. I know very little beyond 'that shit hurt'. Clearly there's a leak, but I have no idea from where. Whoever they are though, they better hope they're not found, because I have plenty to say to them.
Dad didn't want me to agree to the press thing, he didn't think the media had any right to question me. But I disagree. They want to give people insight, and that makes sense. Bakugo hadn't been seen on the screens during the fight, but I had. I was right there, amongst the rubble, covered in blood. I'm Eraserhead's kid. Whether he likes it or not, the spotlight is fixed on my head.
With this in mind, I keep leaning more and more towards underground work. I wasn't sure what he would make of it, but as usual, he was awesome. He nodded and reminded me that I had his support no matter what I chose. Always.
All Might offered to attend the conference as a buffer, but I refused. Partly because he's already done so much work with the media, partly because I can barely be in the same room as him. I can't meet his eyes. And to be honest, I haven't quite figured out why. Is it the fact he makes me think of the battle? Or is it something else. Something deeper, something more deeply connected to the fact I had been a big element in the end of his career? I swallow and move my mind onwards. Yeah. That might be a part of it… I need to get a handle on this guilt before I can talk to him properly. He doesn't need some stupid kid's guilt complex right now, he has important things to be doing.
So it's the press conference, then onto the dorms.
This conference is the last hurdle before I can start a semblance of normality with my friends. Well, that and preparing for a licence exam. Camp was meant to earn us the licence I think but… well that hadn't exactly worked out, had it? So exams loom. I need my back sorted by then. I cannot fall that far behind my classmates.
So a press conference is nothing… right?
In the back room of the area I'll be addressing the press I can hear them rumbling; chattering, theorising, getting ready. Flashes go off, like the empty panel is already fascinating. I draw deep breaths. I had been brought into the building in a wheelchair, already wearing my UA uniform. But I refuse to be wheeled onto the panel. No. This is me coming back into the world with my own voice, and I will do so on my own feet. I have nothing against wheelchairs, but as I'm starting to recover, I want to show that today.
I will walk out and bow. If they want to question me, then they need to respect me as a hero-in-training, not treat me like a child. I'm not here to play. Nor am I going to be looked at as a victim. This broadcast could reach Shigaraki and Dabi. I will not let them see me cower. Never again.
I wear my school uniform proudly and march into the room of flashing lights. Dad's with me. He refused to be sidelined, and whilst I wasn't keen initially, I'm very glad in the end. Knowing he's here, only a couple paces behind is incredibly calming. Like having a safety net.
I take my seat and he helps tuck it in, my back trembling already. I sip my water and wait for the room to calm down from the initial buzz and flashing lights. It's pretty mad.
Silence takes to the room. All eyes stare at me.
I have never felt smaller.
Dad stands and bows curtly to the room of staring faces and scribbling pens. I looked all right now; the bruising is gone, my frame isn't always shivering. We've even styled my hair to minimise the white and black streaks. I haven't made my mind up on what to do about those yet. Dying it seems like accepting it as a sign of weakness. I dunno... So what are these press people already writing about? Nothing's been said yet. I look fine. Right? What were they already finding to comment on? I set my glass of water down and focus on taking deep breaths.
I could end this at any point. That was made very clear. I am in control.
Dad clears his throat. "My daughter will give an opening statement and then you may raise your hands for questions. She will choose who speaks, and until you are chosen you will remain silent."
A voice calls from the back corner. "The people have a right to know information, Eraser."
Dad nods. "Indeed. And she has the right to still be dealing with the trauma of what happened. I only ask for you to respect her wishes after she has so bravely agreed to come before you today." He then sits and squeezes my hand under the table.
I look down at my notes, the words swimming on the page. Will my class be watching this live? Shigaraki will, won't he? No doubt. Throwing things at the screen, planning his next move. I swallow hard and think about standing, but I can't. My strength is wavering and I can't even use my quirk. I can't focus without flaring right now, and the pain's already there. Don't push it. You have nothing to prove.
I stay seated. "Good morning, I thank you all for adhering to my father's conditions and look forward to clearing a few matters up. Before we begin I wanted to say a few words to clarify my standing on the situation. As a student of UA, I do not blame the school in any capacity."
The room erupts into flashing lights and outraged retorts.
I hold up a hand. "You were asked to be silent. Please let me continue."
Somehow it works. And somehow my voice didn't shake.
I continue. "As an institution UA took all precautions. As a society we haven't seen an organisation like the League before, and as we all reel, so does the school. They are doing all they can. I can only speak for myself, but personally, I see no fault in attempting to ready us to-be heroes for the worst. It is their duty to prepare us. It is not their failing that the villains took advantage. Disagree with me all you like, I am only stating my standing. As for recent reports on my resenting All Might or indeed my father for my injuries; these are false. I've not spoken to a single reporter before today, and even if I had, these would be false claims. All Might gave his all for everyone at Kamino, especially those directly affected by the f-fight. And my Father was kept out of the situation both to try and aid the illusion that helped spring the pros' almost successful trap, and because it was well understood that his professionalism would be compromised."
I pause for breath and hear the scoffs I fully expected.
I take another long breath. "For those that just snorted in derision. I only have this to say, Fuck You." The room rumbles and I hold my hand to my chest. "Excuse a young woman's lack of formality, but really what do you expect? If your own family, child or sibling, or even partner was kidnapped by a league of villains, could you trust yourself to act rationally? Really?" I let my eyes linger on them, and they shrink. I nod and lower my hand. "I didn't think so. Heroes have a duty, yes. They are the pillars of our society, yes. But they remain human. Don't forget that when writing tomorrow's headlines. Thank you f-for listening. Now you may raise your hands with questions."
The room bustles, but as all outbursts are ignored, the hands start to raise.
Dad leans towards me as the quiet takes hold again. "That's my girl."
I smile and nod to the man near the front who hadn't shouted out once.
He dips his head and stands. "Miss Aizawa, I'd like to start by congratulating you on your efforts during the battle. And now in the fallout. You seem to be recovering well."
"Thank you."
"However, we have to wonder what occurred during the time of your captivity. Both you and Katsuki Bakugo were held for two days by the League. What happened during that time?"
I nod and clasp my hands. "Whilst the League attempted to recruit Bakugo, he refused repeatedly. As much as they pressed him, he ignored or pushed back. As violent as he may have seemed in the festival, I can assure you my classmate and friend has strong nerves and is entirely heroic in his intentions. He was a great support to me the entire time."
"And yourself?"
My mouth opens. My knuckles pale and I take another sip of water. "They d-didn't seek to… to recruit me."
The principal had warned me against too many details. But whilst I agreed on not divulging All for One's power for stealing quirks, everything else seemed fine. The danger has to be made clear. I want them all to understand what All Might had saved them from. I would not rob his last stand of meaning.
I carry on. "Instead, they beat me, bled me and u-used quirks on me. Essentially they sought to break me. To what end, other than sadism, I can't say. I can say though, that they failed, I was never broken."
Yes. I am partially lying. But to myself. No one else knows how frail I got on that field. But I guess I'll deal with that guilt later.
The room warms slightly and the man dips his head. "Your honesty is appreciated. Are you quite healed? This will be my final question for now." He adds with an apologetic look to Dad. I assume this will be as nice as the reporters get. I'll enjoy it whilst I can.
"I am doing well, yes. Thank you."
I nod to another less outspoken reporter. Her glasses are cute. "Good morning Miss Aizawa, is it true that you have prior connections to the League's leader? Shig– "
"Yes." I purse my lips. "Yes, whilst I lived on the streets as a child, he conned me into his then delinquent gang and kept me there for a few years. I escaped and have had no other contact u-until the USJ attack. That was the first I had seen him in years."
"So you didn't know about the attack on All Might?"
I wince and shake my head. "N-No ma'am."
"Next." Dad drawls, having already covered that area extensively in his own conferences since the USJ.
I nod to a man with a rather wide parting in his hair. Bad wig? "Why was it you couldn't stand towards the end of the fight? Some reports say you were paralysed, others say it was due to internal injuries."
"Well being paralysed would count as internal…" I murmur and the room gives nervous titters, unsure whether to laugh or not. I shrug. "My lower back was broken and my pelvic area ruptured. I am now recovered thanks to the amazing efforts of Recovery Girl and the hospital's surgical teams. It's thanks to them that–"
"Is it true that you chose to walk over being able to have children?"
I blink at the man. The room grows cold. Partially towards me, partially towards him. Dad is about to stand, to shut this all down when I just lay a hand on his arm and shake my head. That would do no good. Talk would happen either way. We really did have a big-ass leak in our system if this much had gotten out already.
I draw a deep breath and stand, not allowing any of the pain to show on my face. My eye twitches at most. "Recovery Girl fixed my spine at the scene. The issues remaining with my walking are due to swelling of scar tissue and s-strain. As you can see, I can stand but it is not for very long right now. Day by day it gets easier though. Physio is heping."
He opens his mouth and I hold up a finger.
"I'll ask you to sit, sir. Not only did you ask another question, but frankly you're clearly digging for gossip not news. My internal plumbing has about as much to do with you, as what colour knickers I'm wearing."
The room stares. One woman laughs.
I sit. "Any further questions about my internal injuries will be ignored. I am recovered and will be able to continue my training soon. That's all the relevant information the public need know. I would appreciate a little respect for my privacy."
Another hand rises, though shakenly. I nod to it. "How is it you can still plan to be a hero, when having faced so many travesties so early on in your training? I'm f-from a youth magazine Miss, and our readers are all very interested in this. It's truly awe inspiring and amazing."
"Because I always wanted to be a hero. Even when I could only watch highlights on the big screens in the town square. I want to use my quirk for others, not just myself. Sure, I've faced travesties, but so has the rest of my class. They're just as amazing as I am, and in many ways more so. For one thing, they don't swear nearly as much."
More laughter comes now. The prick with the probing questions about my damn motherhood capabilities couldn't look any smaller. Prick.
The conference continues for another half hour or so, but eventually Dad calls it time. I'm exhausted. The press were led out and I was helped to the back room again where I could relax. And vomit. My nerves had been on high alert the whole time, but I kept it together in front of the cameras. Already bits and pieces were appearing on the news. ERASERHEAD'S DAUGHTER SPEAKS OUT. All manner of headlines flashed over the screen and I just shrugged. I had said my piece, now they could spin it all they liked.
The main thing was I'd shown Shigaraki I wasn't broken. He could choke on that fact.
I'm not beaten yet.
It's during class when I make it to the dorms the next day. No one's in and it lets me move my stuff into my room without being bombarded by my classmates. I decorate with a few posters of classic movies, photos of me and Dad with Hizashi and Nem. My books and films are on the shelves, and some art supplies if I felt like giving that another go. Dad helps me organise my things when I need to take a rest. He's two floors up, but it's not far. He's already told me to text or call him if need be, or just head for his room if I need to. There's an extra room in his suite as well, so I could even stay with him if needed. Initially I'm tempted to push such suggestions away, but I don't. It was as much for him as it was for me. Next door to me are Ura and Mina, and above me is Sho apparently.
I write a quick note three times over and slip it under their doors. Hi guys, I'm in the room next door (or below, in Sho's case) and just wanted to say sorry in advance if I disturb your sleep. Just bang on the wall or something. Again, sorry. Shouldn't be a problem for too much longer.
I had asked Dad if I could soundproof my room, but he refused. The idea of my classmates having to be woken by my screaming during a nightmare, drove me mad. I'd seem so weak. But Dad said it wouldn't do any good in the long run. All my classmates understand the strain, and many of them likely still had nightmares about even the USJ. So he doubted anyone would mind. The notes are my compromise. If I couldn't ensure the silence, I could at least apologise for the noise. Thus far I've managed to shut myself up very quickly, clamping a hand over my mouth and bundling under my covers. But sometimes that doesn't quite work. If that mess happens again I'll just text Dad. No one else will likely be able to calm me down. I'm so ready for these dreams to leave me alone, but I guess I can't do much but grin and endure.
I'm glad to have my friends around me though, considering how close Dad came to expelling them for either being part of the rescue team, or knowing about it. That had been a fun conversation. Or not. I haven't raised my voice at him in quite a while, but oh boy I yelled over that kitchen counter. My friends are becoming heroes because they can't sit idly by. But as ever… Dad shut me up. Being a hero goes beyond idealistic intention, it goes into protocol and professionalism. Not to mention rules. And as unlicensed heroes… We can't work in the real world yet. My classmates risked a lot. But for me and Bakugo, which softened Dad a little, brought his anger down to minimum and regret to a high. Still, the rules had to count. It mattered that my classmates had ignored them. But due to All Might's retirement and everything else going on, this was not the time to expel an entire class. Far from it. So… My friends are still here with me, still learning, still striving to be heroes. And I'm so glad. I'd have hated having to punch my Dad in the dick if he had expelled them–I have much better aim now than when I was ten.
I'm sitting on my balcony, enjoying some tea, when I see my classmates wandering along the main road towards the dorms, I think they've been training. I bite my lip and curl into my seat. Since being in the hospital, or attending physio, I hadn't really had a chance to see most of them. Bakugo and Sho had been my main points of contact. Sho visited regularly, and of course was a huge help during physio. He even helped keep the room cool. A prince–that was what he was. Bakugo had come to the hospital a couple more nights; though after the initial one, he brought cards or something for us to do. Talking still happened, but that didn't seem to be the point. I didn't mind. The company was welcomed, and he seemed a little more at ease each time. If it can help him at all, I'm glad.
Someone's waving.
I blink and peer, noting that it's Ura flailing around excitedly. Soon Mina joins in and then Kirishima too. The class breaks into a run and I chuckle. Good to know I'm a welcomed addition. I get up carefully, back twinging only a little as I give a wave in return. Time to put my slippers on. I'd meet them in the main area.
Their excited chattering greets me as I make it down the final stair. The elevator is an option, but I don't want to let up. I have a lot of training to make up for, and using the stairs is good exercise. Though the look of disapproval from Bakugo, Sho and Iida says otherwise. Worry-warts. I give another wave and go to the couches as they all hang up their coats or discard their shoes. I can only stand for so long right now. One by one I greet them and listen to their excited jabbering about upcoming class, the dorms and the interview. They'd all seen it, and all seem impressed. Mina especially enjoyed the way I shut down the nosier questions.
Kirishima grinned. "You really told them where to go! Looked like Mr Aizawa was pretty thrilled with how you managed."
Midoryia beams. "Yeah you were amazing. I reckon the press will think twice before being like that with you again."
"I'd hope so." I chuckle and hug my knees to my chest. "Was fucking terrified at the time though. All those faces, scratching notes and watching cameras. It's intense. I'm kinda hoping we'll get proper training on how to handle that side of things."
Kirishima nudges me. "You looked so confident though."
"I'm still good at conning." I snort and they laugh with me.
Midoryia leans in. "So once class starts up again for real, you gonna be back with us? Or are your injuries still needing time?"
"I should be fine to be back in class. Recovery Girl's really pleased with my progress. I'll just have to be more careful during physical training."
Iida nods. "You already have a decent lead in that area anyway. With a mentor like Mr Aizawa it's no wonder your fighting skills are already exemplary."
"You know he can't hear you, right?" I raise a brow and the boy blushes. I chuckle. "I'm just teasing Iida. Thank you, glad to know I measure up."
"I think the recent battle more than shows that." He gives a bow. "If you'll excuse me though, I need to go meet my mother. My brother is moving home soon, so we're making preparations." He heads off and I wince. I wonder if in a small way Iida resents my recovery. His brother would never walk again, yet here I was, meandering around freely.
Midoryia nudges me. "Hey, he's doing okay, y'know. I think he was the most nervous when we got details about your injuries."
"You got told?" I swallow hard, rather wishing my friends had been spared such details.
"Yeah, Mr Aizawa was really kind. He kept us all informed, same with Todoroki."
Mina laughs "Yeah, Todoroki seemed to be practically living at that hospital at one point! We all assumed Mr Aizawa was making him play guard duty."
"Nah, Sho was just great at stopping me losing my mind with boredom." I grin and he nods before taking his leave. In front of the class he remains withheld. At some point I'm sure he'll warm up to them all, I do wish they could know his sweeter side like I do. Maybe they do see it. I hope so.
For the next few hours we all sit and chat. They catch me up on any news I'd missed and we laugh about normal things. It was amazing how simple it was to return to normalcy. As the others thin out though, Midoryia lingers. He offers to help me back up the stairs, if I wanted to take them instead of the elevator. I do.
We walk slowly, but he seems content to go at my pace. He clearly wants to talk about something specific, his fidgeting is far worse than normal.
"Y'know Midoryia, it's gonna be easier to calm you down if you let me know what's wrong."
"I uh… Well… What I mean is… Uh…" He trips over the words.
I stop moving and hold onto the rail. Partly to make him focus, and partly because a throbbing has started in my lower back. It will pass, but I need a rest.
He bites his lip. "Are you okay?"
"Fine. Just taking a breather. Now spit it out, what's up?"
"Right… Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother. I was just curious about the fight between All Might and All for One." He cringes when I wince. I don't know if it was the memory or the throbbing. Either way, I fail to avoid reacting.
But I had wondered when this would come up.
It was only in passing, but no I hadn't missed the fact All for One referred to Midoryia in the fight. How could I? Hearing my friend's name on that guy's lips was horrible. I don't want anyone near that bastard, let alone a wonder like Midoryia.
I take a deep breath. "You're wondering if I understood why All for One mentioned you?" I tilt my head and note the bright blush. In all honesty I was curious to see how he planned to ask without giving it away himself. But my patience is always thinned when I'm in pain. "Considering All for One can steal powers, I've come up with a couple ideas on what he meant, yeah. How about we discuss in my room?"
"S-Sure." He helps me up the last few stairs, and when we get inside I take some more pain-killers. "This is a great room. Pity you missed us all showing off our rooms."
"Thanks. Sho let me see some pics."
"Sho–?"
"So I have theories." I perch on my desk. "Firstly, you've been given All Might's power. Or he's somehow made a copy of it. O-Or you have something similar to All for One and accidentally took it?" I add and sit down. Midoryia blinks and goes pale at the last suggestion–and I sincerely hope I can wriggle my way out of just revealing that awful Villain power to my friend. Shit. He wouldn't have known that.
He holds his hands out and shakes his head. "I don't have a power like All for One, no. Not at all."
So he knew?
Midoryia continues. "I didn't steal my quirk, no. I swear. It… He… I should really ask him about this before telling you. It's not just my secret."
I nod. "That's fair."
Did Midoryia already know about All Might's withered form before it was revealed to the world?
I bite my lip. "Although, if it helps, I already knew about his withered form?"
Midoryia blinks, looking amazed rather than confused.
He knew.
I nod. "He told me back when I joined the school. Was kinda required due to me spending so much time in the teacher's lounge."
Midoryia nods and sends a text on his phone. "Glad to know you won't have been freaked out by it during the battle at least."
"Yeah. It probably helped."
His phone buzzes a few moments later. All Might responds quick… wait… Midoryia has All Might's number?
He reads it and then takes a deep breath. "Yeah, he's given me his power. A kind of… inheritance deal. I'm still learning to use it and to reach its potential but… That's what All for One meant, yeah."
"Wow." I nod slowly. It made a lot more sense all of a sudden; why Midoryia was struggling to contain his quirk, why it hurt his body so much. Damn. "You're dealing with an intense amount of pressure then. Didn't know it was possible, but you just got even more impressive Midoryia."
"Uh… Well wait, I just–!"
"Don't jabber your way out of it, Midoryia. It's amazing what you're taking on." The guy was worse than me for accepting compliments.
He blushes. "Uh… Thanks."
"Does this mean you were quirkless before?"
He nods, bright pink.
I smile. "Then hell yes you're amazing. You should be incredibly proud of how far you've come. And don't worry, I won't tell a soul."
He visibly deflates. "Thanks, Alex. You're so kind."
"No problem at all. Though for now I think I need to lie down, let these painkillers kick in."
"Right! Of course." He nods and dashes out the room, closing the door behind him as I lie down and stare at the ceiling.
That… was a lot to unpack. The amount of pressure on Midoryia was immense. Not only did he have to get a grip on his quirk that much faster than anyone else. It was All Might's power. The power of the Number One; legacy and all attached. And with the way Midoryia idolises All Might, I can't fathom how daunting it would be. The kid is astounding.
A knock sounds at my door.
"Come in, excuse me if I don't get up." I call and peer at the two teary faces that pop round the door. Ura and Mina. I prop myself up before flopping back down with a hiss. "Shit. Sorry. Uh, come on in guys, and uh… Why're you crying?"
"We got your notes." Ura sniffs and kneels by the bed, whilst Mina perches on the desk. "We didn't realise you were still struggling so much with things. Kinda silly I guess. Your body's healing but we can't begin to–"
"Guys it's fine." I sigh, putting my hands over my eyes. "I didn't mean to worry you or anything, I just didn't want you freaking out if it happens. I'm also really sorry if it does."
Mina shakes her head. "Sorry for what? Being traumatised? Don't be stupid."
"C'mon Mina, it's a habit now." I laugh and thankfully they join in. Mina comes over when I hold out a hand, curling in against me for a hug, Ura doing the same. Yes it's squished, three of us lying on my bed, but no I don't care. "But really, don't get upset. I'm handling it all fine, it's just my damn imagination getting away from me."
Ura lays her head on my shoulder. "Okay, but just know you can come to us if you need to. We don't want you just hiding in here on your own. Whatever time it is, just come see us, okay?"
I smile and nod. "Thanks guys."
Mina nudges my other shoulder with her chin. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Is there actually something going on between you and Todoroki?"
I tense.
She smiles softly. "All joking aside, he was really really freaking out when Mr Aizawa outlined your injuries. And he really did barely leave the hospital. It was sweet."
I take a deep breath. "Nothing beyond being close friends, right now. Will it ever be more than that… I have genuinely no idea."
On the battle field he kept cropping into my mind. I think at one point I wished I had got the chance to kiss him. Or am I just making shit up now? It's a mad blur.
I smile. "But yeah… right now it really just is a friendship. He's an incredibly sweet guy."
"Who'd have thought after you gave him that telling off way back when." Mina giggles and I bite my lip, still looking back on that with mild horror. "Well if it does ever go beyond friends, you guys will look super cute together."
I snort. "Glad to know you approve."
"I do! Now I just gotta persuade Ura here to get on with asking out Deku!"
Ura goes a brighter pink than Mina's hair. I bite my lip and nod, unable to disagree with our boisterous friend. They linger a little longer and Ura is kind enough to make me some tea. Then they leave me to it and I listen to music. My bubble seals around me and I sigh. Little by little, the world can turn back to normal. Or maybe… The new normal.
A timid knock sounds at the door. I am super popular right now.
"Come in?"
Tsu sneaks in, looking meek. "Can I uh… Can I talk to you, Alex?"
I nod and pat the edge of the bed. She shakes her head though and pulls out my desk chair, perching there instead and clasping her hands tight. She's going pink. Her eyes look teary.
I tuck her hair back with my power. "Tsu? What's going on?"
"I uh… Well you weren't here before and I… I already talked to the others about it… ribbit."
"About what?" I want to go over and hg her so badly, but my back doesn't allow and right now she looks ready to bolt any second. Who the hell had hurt my Tsu?
She sighs. "I told the group not to go after you and Bakugo, that it was w-wrong. I… I didn't want them to be going against instructions, to act like they were above the r-rules. But… But if they hadn't gone maybe you wouldn't have… ribbit... well what I mean is…"
I hold my arms open. "Come here you daft, amazing, sweet, girl." I hold her so tight she squeaks. "Tsu it sounds like you did the right thing. My Dad said how close he came to expelling everyone, so you were in the right frame of mind to object. I don't consider it some personal slight or anything." I squeeze again and she sniffs. "You've nothing to apologise for."
"I'm still so sorry."
"All right, how about if I accept that? Can we move on?"
She sniffs and squeezes back. "Okay. I'm so glad you're back."
"Me too, love. Me too."
She doesn't linger beyond that, likely wanting to get away so she can compose herself. What a kind heart Tsu has. Every single one of my friends has so much to teach me. Damn. I really lucked out.
I ended up falling asleep after that, waking near dinner time when my phone buzzes.
Sho: [Would it be okay for me to come talk to you?]
Me: {Of course! Just let yourself in, the door's unlocked and I'm just resting my back.}
Sho: [If you're wanting rest I can leave it till another time.]
Me: {It's fine. I'd like to see you!}
I set the phone down and give a call when he knocks. Sho comes inside, glancing round as though expecting me to have a whole group of people with me. After this afternoon though, he's not really wrong.
I give a wave and prop myself up against my headboard. "Hi there."
"Should you be sitting up?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Just taking it easy while I can. Following doctors orders." I give a mock salute and he closes the door before perching on my desk. I pat the space next to me on the bed and whilst he hesitates, he comes over, resting his shoulder against mine. "So what did you wanna talk about?"
"Your note."
Ah. Shit.
After Mina and Ura, I totally spaced on the other note. He has it in his hand, slightly crinkled from where he had folded it and then unfolded it. How many times has he read it?
He frowns. "You don't need to apologise for still having nightmares. I'm sure plenty of us still do about the USJ or the attack on camp. Let alone the battle you just faced."
"It was only in case–"
"Just know you can count on me if you have a bad nightmare."
They were all far too kind.
I lean against him and rest my head on his shoulder. After a second his head rests against mine.
"Thanks, Sho. I'll remember that."
"I'm guessing it would be better to wait for you to text me rather than me just appearing on your balcony."
"Don't start clambering around the building. Dad would kick your ass."
"Good point. But will you text me?"
"Sure thing, Sho."
"Thank you." His hand rests next to mine and his fingers lightly brush the back of my hand.
I reach slightly and our fingers link for a moment. We sit like that for a few minutes before Iida calls along the corridor for everyone to gather for dinner. Sho squeezes my hand before standing and offering me help up. I take it and look at my hand in his. I want to ask him. I want to reach out and see if I'm just reading into things too much, or if he does actually like me. But my tongue stalls. What if he does like me? And what if we got involved? Then he'd be another target for Shigaraki. Hell, Dabi might already be after him. I have no idea. I could endanger him so much.
I retract my hand. "We should get dinner."
"Sure…" He's watching me closely before he steps back and then nods to the door. "Are you wanting to take the elevator as your back's sore?"
"S-Sure."
So there we have it! She's back in the group and in the dorms!
Cya next time guys, thanks to everyone who has faved, followed and left a review, I love responding and do so in each update, so check shoutouts below! I love responding to them and chatting with readers, it's awesome every single time. ^-^
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HelloCherryBlossoms: Thanks so much for reviewing, glad you enjoyed the chapter haha, despite all the feelings. Yup AFO does like to stick his nose into people's trauma doesn't he? I love writing the Sho sections, as you can probably tell haha. Hope you enjoyed those sections this time as well. And yeah Dadzawa is a joy to write as well. You're very welcome for the updates,and there's plenty more still to come! Thanks so so much for reviewing, it really means a lot to know ppl are still enjoying this! ^-^ thanks!
zikashigaku: I hope you enjoyed the full on Bakugo POV this time :P just something I'm trying out! Haha I like that you're torn between the two of them. Tbh I didn't realise Alex and Bakugo would get on so well until I started writing them into scenes together... and now here we are haha. Yeah the nurse scene was a LOT of fun to write, because I just know Alex would make an awful patient, at all times, despite being injured a lot. Yeah... Heroes not killing villains has kinda always been a pet peeve of mine. "I don't wanna become them" well... don't start mass murdering then, and I think you're good? But with AFO especially it drives me nuts. Not only do they not kill him, they have to actively keep him alive with all that machinery! Madness. Hope you liked the intro to the dorm situation :D it's a set up I have been looking forward to for a whiiiile! Thanks so so soooo much for reviewing again, you took so much time over it, argh! Amazing! Means so so much, thanks!
