"I didn't think you'd make it this far."

"Yes."

"...I didn't even know you were such an idiot."

"I'm truly sorry."

I put both my palms and head on the desk and pose on my knees.

No matter how angry he was, he couldn't order me to get down on the floor, which was a kind gesture to show his concern for the wound on my leg.

"even thought I told you not to get in trouble... you then start to get into other people's problem."

"Yes, it's just as you said."

It's been a week since the hero killer incident in Hosu.

When she arrives at school for the first time in a week, everyone finds their classmate – Ritsuka Fujimaru - on crutches, Whcih causes an uproar in Class 1C.

As a punishment for making everyone worry about her, Ritsuka's forehead was left with a bright red mark after she had been hit with enough dekopin by the whole class.

Some of them used their quirk, which was rather painful, but Ritsuka accepted it, since it shows that they were just concerned about her.

In particular, Shingo lectured her endlessly with a look on his face that she couldn't tell if he was disgusted or angry.

He was probably angry.

"──So you aren't just an unlucky onlooker, but actually involved in ..., what are you laughing at?"

"No, I just realized you worried about me so much...

ehehe, Thank you!"

"..."

Shinso opened his mouth as if to say something.

But he just sighed as if he had given up.

"Then should I just said, congratulations, you've still got your head attached.

──We're friends, so of course I would be worried."

Shinso said lightly

"...Uaah! What an angel!...!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Shinso said as he tries to fend off Ritsuka who is trying to hug his waist over the desk."

Today was another peaceful day in the regular department.

On the day that Ritsuka no longer needed her crutches and the U.A High School exams were over, Ritsuka was summoned by Aizawa-sensei again.

"Fujimaru, I'm sure you know why I called you here."

"Isn't the Hero Department relocation plan still in the future?"

"Be silent and listen to me...You know that every year during the summer holidays, the hero department is supposed to go to a summer camp, right?"

"Yes, I've heard of it."

"We mainly train them to become heroes by strengthening their quirk...

Well, It's not all about training, though.

So here's the thing. Fujimaru, would you like to participate in this training camp?"

"...eh─"

Aizawa continued while passing over Ritsuka who was obviously not keen on the idea.

"Based on the end of this semester, you have enough academic ability to make it in the Hero Department...well just barely.

The training doesn't mean you'll actually be doing the same things as the hero department. It's more like a hands-on class."

"Well, I haven't really tried to join the hero department yet..."

"But you've been thinking about it didn't you?"

"...!"

"If you were never going to join, you could have refused the offer outright when it was first made.

Even if it wasn't then, there was quite a bit of time before today.

You're...lost, aren't you?"

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Half right, half wrong.

When I was first approached with the idea, I had no intention of joining.

But at the time, it was kind of hard to say no, so I pretended to think about it for a while and then decided when to say no.

...But still, My unskilledness (inability) which hasn't change since before I was born is still weighing me down.

Aizawa took Ritsuka's silence as an affirmation and continued.

"I don't want to force you to talk.

But if you haven't made up your mind in all this time, you'll never make up your mind if you just think about it.

If you have any doubts about whether or not you want to join the hero department, this camp might be a good opportunity to solidify your feelings one way or the other."

... What are you going to do?"

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He had hit me right where it hurt.

I had no words to reply.

The teacher is right, in the end I was just running away from the time to think.

But I can't keep running away from it.

It's time for me to turn my attention to the present and take my stand.

So in the end, there will only be one solid answer.

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"...── I want to go to the training camp.

Please allow me."

Translator Note:

Dekopin: An action where someone flick their finger on a cute girl's forehead.

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Hmmmm...? does this action also apply to guys? I don't know... Maybe...