"I...... I don't know what I want to be...."
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"Just the thought of it is repulsive..."
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(Y/n) has always told herself that she didn't want to be a hero, that she wanted to live a normal life. But lately she has come to question that thought...
The girl turned around, only to crash into two bodies that instantly wrapped their arms around her.
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"What the fu-"
"Omg my god are you okay?!?!?" Tsubaka asked, placing his hands on her cheeks and moving her face around to check for any injures.
"We heard you got shot! And attacked!" Hotaro said from behind Tsubaka.
"That's it, we're going back to Shiketsu I knew this was a bad idea!" Tsubaka said, shaking his head.
(Y/n) just deadpanned at her classmates, "Will you calm the fuck down." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Jesus Christ. We are not leaving, it was just a small bullet relax I'm fine."
"But-"
"I said." She glared at them, "I'm fine."
Tsubaka and Hotaro gulped nervously, raising their hands in defeat, "yeah you know what I heard wrong, you look today fine!" Tsubaka nervously chuckled.
"What injury? What attack? Never heard of her." Hotaro said.
(Y/n) just sighed, "Just don't touch my back, it's still a bit sore," she said, touching the bandaged area a bit, wincing. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing much, just English with present Mic." Hotaro said.
"That's good." (Y/n) walked over to her desk, taking a seat.
"(Y/n)!" She looked up to see Kirishima, "are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine. It's just a bit sore." (Y/n) mumbled under her mask.
"Okay that's good." Kirishima said, "for a second I was really worried, you didn't show up to class."
"Oh... I was still recovering at the hospital, they wanted to run some tests."
"Tests?"
"Mm" she nodded, "don't worry, everything will be explained soon." She muttered, looking out the window and narrowing her gaze at a nearby tree, recalling the previous conversation she had awhile ago.
"(Y/n)."
She sat down in front of her favorite pro hero. Sir Nighteye.
"Sir Nighteye. It's been awhile." She calmly spoke.
"It has." He said, folding his hands over his mouth, looking directly at her, sternly, like he was trying to piece her together like a puzzle. "I heard at yesterday's incident, are you alright?"
"Yeah... it was just a small bullet wound nothing major." She muttered.
"Hm... I see." Nighteye closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose, "and I heard your quirk was erased temporarily."