Apparently, Recovery Girl was from UA. She was their school nurse and had been asked to come and heal my wounds. She was very kind and offered me a chocolate bar before she left. After she did leave, ended up being pretty tired and took a quick nap, saving the chocolate bar for later.

When I woke up, it was about three o'clock. For a second, my brain frizzed a bit. Was it three in the morning? Was it three in the afternoon? Was it three in the afternoon but the next day? These were all thoughts I had to ask before I finally realized it was still three in the afternoon the same day…

There wasn't much to do in the hospital room. I hadn't seen a nurse or a doctor in a while so I assumed they'd be coming soon and I could ask them what they had for entertainment then. It didn't take long for a lady to walk in with her scrubs on. Her hair was a hazelnut brown and she had pointed elf-like ears. She asked me about how I was and if there was bad pain or anything she should hear about. I told her I was fine but a bit bored and hungry. "Dinner should be coming soon," she said sweetly. "Do you have any books you like? We also have some electronic tablets if you'd like."

"Do you have any medical textbooks?" I asked in curiosity.

"Eh?" She responded without hiding her surprise.

"It could be about anything, really. I'd prefer one that goes over the human body, if that's possible, please."

"Umm… Sure, I'll see what I can find." She gave me a suspicious look before walking out. I guess it was hard to believe that a girl who hadn't received education for six years could possibly be asking for a medical textbook. I didn't see it as far-fetched at all. It was a hospital so you'd assume there'd be a medical book somewhere. But, again, that wasn't what she was concerned about.

She came back not too long later with an about five centimeter thick textbook. "I found this one, but it does have very difficult kanji in it." She said with a tone that made it seem like she was expecting me to reject the book at any moment.

"This is perfect, thank you." I took the book from her hands. She looked concerned for a bit but shrugged it off.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"Umm… Is there anyone else that is coming to see me today?"

"Yes," she looked down at her watch. "They should be here any minute." Hopefully not before food arrives. I silently hoped.

The nurse left me to my reading after checking a few things. I agree, it was odd to ask for a medical textbook, even if I was well-educated. Seriously, who likes reading textbooks for fun? Well, I wouldn't say that I did. I didn't exactly read them for fun. I realized after a little over a year into being on the run—I was ten at the time—that I was falling behind education-wise. If I didn't do anything about it, I would be left behind in society. That is, if I even decided to return to it. I never went to an orphanage. Ever. I didn't want another family that I wasn't related to. No one would replace my parents and no one could ever replace Asahi. Thus, I began to read. I would go from library to library and sit there and read. Never too regular at one and never for too long. Sometimes, I would even from a library; I vowed I would never steal from establishments that are made to spread knowledge. It may have been someone reading in the park—a "snatch and run" if you will—or a book lying on a bench. On rare occasions, I could find one in the trash. Eventually, I had to carry a backpack—a gift from a stranger—to fit all the books I "found." I read all of them. Sometimes, I would ask librarians or even strangers if I didn't understand any words, grammar, or kanji.

I read until I was confident I was on my reading level. Then, I read more. I wasn't keen on being "average." I also wasn't going to venture the world without having an idea of what it was like. I read atlases, dictionaries, encyclopedias, and anything that could further my knowledge about the world and its history. It wasn't for fun, but it was something I was extremely passionate about.

Even so, I stared at the table of contents. My mind was flooded with other things. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about all that I hadn't told Tsukauchi.

I told him no lies, but that fact didn't console me from the information I had left out. Not telling the whole truth and lying are two sides of the same coin. I had told him that I was sent on errands to complete for the League, but I never said that I'd done them with complete compliance. I had said that I was supposed to be a Nomu and Shigaraki had helped in that not happening, but I never said that he had done that because I was adamant about helping the cause.

I had been a real villain. The whole "I hate heroes" deal too. It took a series of events to snap me back into reality and for me to tell myself that what I was doing wasn't right. Asahi wouldn't do what I was doing. He had wanted to be a hero. I had become a villain to avenge him, but I wasn't thinking straight. I had blamed All Might for my brother's death. Because it was his negligence that forced me into that situation. My warped sense of reality made me think that All Might was the cause for something I did myself.

My reform started with a story I read online. I had gotten a phone someone let me borrow and I decided to research more of the Saiako incident. It was then that I found a video of the scene outside. It showed All Might keeping up a collapsed part of the building with his bare hands as other heroes evacuated people out. I didn't remember seeing any heroes when I was stuck under rubble. That's when I noticed my apartment. From the outside, you could see a sign that said "FOR SALE" in large, red letters. Through what little you could see in the glass, the apartment looked vacant. At the time, we hadn't put furniture in that room, we hadn't even finished unpacking. I watched until the end to see a little girl walk out of my old apartment, blood staining her back. She had matted and dirty hair that was black with mint green tips. She was in a haze and had streaks of washed-away dirt on her face going from her eyes to her chin. As the heroes and police attempted to reach me, I teleported away and into an alley.

The video ended and I scrolled down to see a "review" of what happened. Apparently, the reason I hadn't received any help was because all the heroes and police thought my apartment wasn't sold and no one lived in there; it wasn't a top priority to reach. I was fourteen when I realized the truth. Ever since I had been with the League, I had been told that the heroes didn't do anything. I had been convinced that they sat by while my home crumbled. But here was proof that the heroes were hard at work saving people.

In the end, out of 87 people, only three died in that apartment complex: Kirika Simon, Hibiki, and Asahi. My father, mother, and older brother. And one person went missing but was confirmed to be alive post-incident: Kirika Asuga. Me.

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Are you surprised? Asuga was a real villain! I know I bombarded you with a lot of info but I didn't know how else to put it into the story. I hope I made things as easy to understand as possible! And I also hope you're happy! You just got a load of both Asuga's time before and during the League! publishing may get a bit weird now by the way. At first, I had these chapters saved and had plenty to spare so publishing was a breeze while I took my time writing. Well, that's not working anymore and I've caught up to my chapters in publishing so be ready for hastily written and rushed chapters! Haha just kidding... I'll try my best ;3

Peace!