A/N: I was thinking of bumping this fic to rated M for some soft mature content. What do you guys think?
A couple of pats on the back made the female shrunk into herself. She winced at the pain. Her foster mother lashed out to her for lying about the mother's actual son. Katrina was not lying. The boy really played dirty tricks on her and made her take his self-inflicted wounds as he threatened to tell his mother. Katrina moved out of the congratulating group, "Ah, uh..."
Her mind had to think of the words in Japanese. A classmate from Class 1-F, who she really helped, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Thank you for saving me back there. I don't think I would've made it since my body suit malfunctioned at the last minute."
Katrina nervously smiled, "You... You're welcome."
The same classmate smiled big, "But hey! We are onto single matches now. You are the only one of us who made it this far. I believe in you!"
Katrina was able to understand for the most part. She has been studying her Japanese every night if she was left alone. The electronic board blinked her name and one name from the hero course. Her support teacher tried to get the support class acquainted with the hero course students but she couldn't be of use. The reason why she was placed in the support course was because of her quirk. Her quirk is a support ability to heal. Katrina would be listed as a support course student but she worked underneath Recovery Girl majority of the time. So during the time the support course students talk with the hero course students, she always stayed to the side and/or be with Recovery Girl. Katrina slipped out of her classmate's hold to head to the arena. Voices from the stands were blending together.
Katrina didn't have much on her except for her pouch holding her health regenerative pills and a few daggers attached to her. If one person looked at her, they'd think she would be in a hero course. Walking onto the match grounds was a grey haired boy. He seemed to be enjoying the attention on him. Katrina looked away at the ego-boosted boy with a roll of her eyes. Knowing his type, he would make the first move. The teen smirked and went head first towards her after transforming himself into a human shaped bull. Katrina's heart beat pounded into her ears. She leaped up with a dagger in her hand. Her non-hurt hand gripped his horn and swung around to go behind him. Katrina placed a hand on his back transferring her wound to his arm. Blood trickled down his arm into his U.A. gym uniform. His hand shot up to the wound, "Wait! What!"
He turned around looking at the girl. His eyes caught sight of the dagger in her hand. He asked, "When did you stab me? Isn't that breaking the rules?"
Katrina narrowed her eyes trying to translate his words into English in her mind. Katrina huffed at her incapability of understanding fully. The teen took this moment to pull another attack to the dumbfounded boy. The blade of her dagger pierced through the same previously wounded hand. The teen's eyes widened when he saw the tip on the other side. Blood dripped onto the ground. Katrina's chest heaved up and down. Her health regenerative pill was still flowing into her system but it's not as strong when first administered. Katrina urged her feet forward. The bull looking teen leaped out of the way while still holding onto his arm. Katrina swiveled on her heel and reached towards the boy. It was a very light contact but enough for her quirk to transfer the wound. The bull teen started to wince at the new found pain in the same injured arm. The wound was on his hand. More blood trickled from him and started to drip onto the ground. Katrina twirled the dagger in her hand, "You are going to loose consciousness soon due to how much blood is dripping. I suggest you..."
Katrina clenched her teeth as she raked her brain for the words. It was already too late. The bull teen started to teeter. Katrina was quick on her feet and took the boy's wounds by the grab of his hand. Due to his weight, Katrina fell forward onto the dirt. Her face was smudged. She lifted her head and blew at her loose strands of hair out of her face. The announcer called out, "Due to Reiji Manchiro's unable to continue forward, Katrina Ayano wins!"
Katrina looked over to the reverted to human form boy. The wounds she took from him started to heal on her exposed skin. Left over blood was caked on from the initial wound then the wound transfer. The first wound she pierced her hand and trailed it up her arm careful of her own body. It would've led the boy to blood loss or close to it. Katrina pushed herself off the ground as the medical bots came with a stretcher. She pushed her braid to behind her. Katrina commented to the medical bots, "I'll come with. I healed his wounds but I want to make sure he is okay."
The mechanical voice spoke, "Okay. I'll inform Recovery Girl we are on the way."
Katrina nodded and followed the boy on the stretcher.
Up in the stands of Class 1-A, a never thought of duo peered down in the match grounds where the girl and their classmate once was. A short blond haired teen grabbed his friend by the sleeve, "Did ya see that?! Manchiro got beaten!"
Calculating black eyes studied the ground where the two were once standing. In the beginning of the match, the girl had her hands behind her back to hide the fact she dug her dagger into her skin. He could see that in the blood puddle from when Manchiro took his time to relish at the attention he was getting. When she moved around, a person could clearly see the puddle but Manchiro failed to notice. Granted the girl swung around his horn so he was trying to process that. The owner of the black eyes stood up, "Yamada, I'll be back."
Yamada blinked behind his orange shades. He then smiled throwing finger guns towards his friend, "If you're going to get a snack, bring me something!"
The other teen shoved his hands into his blue uniform pants. He walked down to where he thinks the girl went. He would be lying if he didn't notice her in the support class when his homeroom teacher made his class speak with class 1-F. His feet stopped at the section where the support classes were sitting at. He leaned against the wall listening for any hint of the girl's presence. Voices from class 1-F echoed out to the hall, "That's what she have been doing! Who knew?"
Dark eyes caught movement around the corner. The figure slid down the wall and laid their feet in front of them. He pushed himself off of the wall and walked towards the figure. His dark eyes studied her form. He took note of the absence of blood from her wounds. Dirt was still smudged on her face like she missed a spot. His voice startled the girl, "You missed a spot on your face."
She opened her eyes to look at the new voice. Her eyes widened and immediately looked away. The boy moved to sit next to her, "I wonder what you would do if you didn't have your quirk. What would you come up with?"
After a few moments, he felt she wouldn't speak to him if her silence were to go by. He looked up at the ceiling letting out a sigh. He introduced himself, "Name's Shouta Aizawa. I hope to go against you in the tournament."
Katrina took the chance to look at the boy who wasn't looking at her. When she first laid her eyes on him, she felt her heart beat more than it should so she had to look away. Now she had a name to go with his face. She always seen the boy with a loud mouthed blond. She wouldn't admit it but despite his tired look, she felt the black haired teen was attractive. Katrina immediately looked away to avoid any embarrassment when the boy stood up. She didn't see the smirk on his lips, "Let's see who shall win."
Unfortunately for a certain black haired teen, he didn't become her opponent first. His loud blond friend did. His dark eyes peered over the ledge where the two stood far from each other.
The blond smiled big, "Ah you're that girl who gave Manchiro a lesson. The only other person I know who can do that is Shouta."
Katrina's brows knitted together. How could the thin black haired teen bring down that giant? Katrina spoke softly, "I thought he needed to be knocked down a notch."
The blond's smile turned into a smirk. He shrugged, "Oh well. Now let's get this show on the road, alright?"
Katrina's grey eyes noticed the mechanism around his neck. It looked like a speaker. Her eyes widened when she saw the boy took in a deep breath. Now she understands. His quirk is vocal. Katrina didn't know how to run from the quirk usage. The sound of his voice hurt her ears. Her dagger dropped to the ground as she clapped her hands over her ears. She squinted her eyes closed to try focus on something else that's not his voice.
She opened her eyes seeing the teen whistling with no care in the world. Katrina slowly removed her hands from her ears. She reached for another dagger leaving the one on the ground. She quickly made her move but had to stop from the loud outburst coming from the blond. This time she kept her eyes open and noticed the sound waves went in one direction. Her eyes caught sight of the dirt moving in one direction whereas the surrounding dirt kept still. While the teen was using his vocal quirk, she winced while trying to step out of the quirk. Katrina nearly shook her head and released her hands from her ears. Quickly, she pierced her bicep. The dagger embedded itself into her skin. Large amounts of blood started to leak from the wound. The blond noticed she was coming so he screamed into her direction, "Not going to work!"
Katrina quickly reached into her pouch and pulled her last dagger. She threw it towards the teen who had to stop to dodge out of the way. She was quick on her feet and leaped towards the boy. The girl had to hurry before her wound start to heal itself from the health regenerative pill. Katrina used her wounded arm as a decoy which made the boy move out of the way. He didn't think of her good arm which she touched his shoe with the tip of her finger tip. Immediately, the wound transferred to him. Green eyes widened, "What!"
He looked around till his eyes landed on her middle finger touching the tip of his shoe. He could feel the great immense pain move to his throat. The wound was still on her arm but he could feel the pain. His fingers started to go to his throat. He croaked, "God this hurts."
Stumbling on her feet, she got off of the ground. She pulled her dagger out of her bicep. The wound started to close. Her chest was heaving up and down. The blond fell to his knees. He tried to swallow but it hurt. He couldn't speak. He looked up at the girl from above his glasses. The announcer started, "Unable to continue forward, Hizashi Yamada loses this match. The winner is Katrina Ayano!"
Katrina's face started to draw major concern. She knew when she takes any wound and/or pain, the person wouldn't have any effects from it. It was if they never were harmed at all. Katrina knelt down to the blond teen. She spoke worriedly, "I can help you. Don't speak or anything. Can I have your hand?"
Hizashi tried to remove a hand from his throat. The medical bots were already starting to get onto the grounds. He shakily held out his hand. She lightly wrapped her hand around his. His eyes widened when the pain was going away. His throat felt new and unharmed. He noticed she winced at the pain and immediately helped the girl up. He gave her a worried smile, "You got me by surprise, ya know! Now I want you to go see Recovery Girl. I'll take you."
Katrina glanced at the blond and nodded. The medical bots escorted the two off the field. On the way, Hizashi tried to lighten up the situation, "You know, your quirk is pretty cool! You can create damage and heal! That's totally different than the usual quirks you see around."
The medical bots opened the door, "We have Katrina Ayano for you, Recovery Girl."
The older woman turned around and huffed, "Girl! What did I tell you about giving harsh wounds when you would come around and take it right back!"
The blond's smile was nervous. He felt the girl remove herself from his helping grip. Recovery Girl shoved some pain killers and water to the girl, "Take these."
Katrina mumbled to herself in English, "Nagging old lady."
Hizashi's eyes widened when he heard her speak English. Recovery Girl hit the girl in her shin with her cane, "Don't insult me in English, girl!"
Hizashi felt excitement build up and bounced towards the auburn haired teen speaking English, "You speak English!?"
Katrina's eyes widened at the sudden English. Recovery Girl started to shoo at the two teens, "If you're not injured, leave."
Hizashi grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her out of the office. Katrina wasn't sure how to process this situation. Hizashi kept his hand around the girl's as he continued in English, "This took a different turn of events! I guess you understand English better than Japanese, huh? That's okay! Not sure if you understood me earlier but I think your quirk is pretty cool. You can dish out damage as well heal! It's a one of a kind quirk. Not many have that type of quirk. You know I think if you were in the hero course you could be called Saving Grace! You can save anyone from any wound, am I right?!"
This is a first time a student was willingly speak English to her. Her classmates felt the need to continue in Japanese and give up on their English when they try to explain to her what is going on. Katrina felt overwhelmed but it was a good kind. Katrina spoke softly in English, "Yes... That's essential what I could do. Any wound or pain I can take and give it to myself."
The blond stopped in his walk. She bumped into his back. Katrina lightly rubbed her nose. He released her hand and placed his hands on his hips. He turned around to face her. He was taller than her so he leaned slightly down to her eye level. Continuing the conversation in English, he exclaimed, "Wait! Then if you take the wounds and all how can you be okay?"
Katrina removed her hand from her nose and reached to her pouch. She opened her hand revealing two hard candy sized balls. Katrina explained, "These are health regenerative balls. It enhances my small regenerative power and make it so I can heal on a dime.."
He moved his glasses up and looked down at the balls. Katrina took note of how green and pretty his eyes were. Hizashi placed his glasses back on his nose and smiled big, "Okay then I don't have to worry much!"
The girl pocketed her regenerative pills. Her brows knitted together. She asked, "What do you mean?"
He took her by surprise and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He bent down enough to press his cheek against hers. Hizashi announced, " 'Cause you are my friend! I don't want anything happening to my friend."
Katrina felt warmth inside her, "Friend?"
Hizashi nuzzled his cheek against hers. He hummed, "Mhmm!"
He pulled away but kept his arm around her shoulder, "I should walk you back to your class' stand!"
Katrina didn't know what happened but somehow she created a curious black haired teen who wants to see what she could do and gained a friend with a loud mouth blond. Her cheeks warmed up as she looked down. People tried to stay away from her especially once they knew of her quirk. One touch and she could transfer any wound or pain to them. Some of her classmates were brave enough to pat her on the back or do the same action as this blond. Hizashi whistled a popular song to fill the silence. The two of them stopped in front of the hall to take her to her classmates. Hizashi released the girl. He gave her thumbs up, "How about we hang out after the Sports Festival and internships? We could go to the arcade or go eat at the diner in town!"
Katrina didn't meet the boy's face but nodded, "That would be fun."
Hizashi's smile broadened, "Alrighhhht! Catch ya later, little listener!"
Katrina blinked at the word usage. The blond haired boy was already whistling down the hall to where his class is staying. Katrina could only hope her foster parents would be nice to her to go and meet up with her new found friend. Not like they want her home anyways.