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(Y/n) stared as Recovery Girl was healing the two severely injured boys, Midoriya glowed green—he was in an...awkward position. 'His butt looks good from this angle.' she pinched the bridge of her nose and banished the thoughts away from her mind. "Thank you very much Recovery Girl, i think i feel better." his voiced was strained and his eyes became half-lidded. "All Might— you really don't know how to hold back, if you hit these boys any harder they'd have permanent damage."
She started to repeatedly smack him with her cane—he was in his buff form. "Midoriyas back was horrible, i was just barely able to heal it. If (Y/n) bring them at the moment she did it would've been worse! Bakugo probably won't wake up for a while. For now the two of you should stay here and rest." she ordered as she stopped smacking the hero. "Yes ma'am."
"And i can't believe you aren't doing anything about this (L/n)!" the woman fumed and waddled out of the door. (Y/n)s eyes flashed bright blue and flickered, a sinister smirk spread across her face. "Oh yeah? Who said that old lady?" In a flash—she was already pulling on All Mights two strands of hair that were stood up. She repeatedly smacked the shit out of him—both sides of her hand.
Surprisingly, it hurt him and he was struggling against her. "Ah! Please, i'm sorry young (Y/n)!" he tried to tug his hair back but she had a tight grip on it. "Like hell Bitch Might!" she continued until her hand and his cheeks started to comically smoke. She bared her teeth at him like a dog—he held his cheeks in pain 'So merciless and brutal!' the girl let his hair go and her phone started ringing.
She sent a pointed glare at the blonde "This isn't over blondie." she walked over to her bad and took out her phone. Junior!...is calling. She slid the green button across the bottom half of her screen and walked out of the infirmary with a small smile. 'She changes moods so quickly! But i can admit, i can't wait to see these three get stronger.' All Might stared at the trio with fondness.
"What's up? Is something wrong? Why are you calling this late? Is everyone okay?" she immediately bombarded the curly haired boy and could practically hear him roll his eyes from the other line. "We're fine dumbass, tia wanted to know if you passed the exam." she turned the corner. "Really? Or did you want to know too?" Another sigh "Okay okay, yeah, i passed the exam."
"What was the exam like? In Shiketsu it was so boring." Junior was actually going to a hero school, originally he was going to try for U.A but Estella said it would be better to go to Shiketsu because it was more...humble. Something like that, other than that—yes, Junior wants to be a hero and he's going to be one. The two usually spar from time to time, his quirk was listed as sound manipulation.
It was a pretty cool quirk she fusses "We had to fight pro heroes, i fought Erasure." the boy perked up "Did you beat the shit out of him? Please tell me you did, every time you complain about him makes me want to go over there and do it myself." The blue haired girl laughed "Yeah, sure but is your hearing doing better?" It was his main drawback—depending on how loud he makes noises it can turn against him and damage his hearing.
"Mhm, the doctor said my hearing had been getting better—it's more resistant to sound." Another corner "Ah okay, i'm going on a training camp thing soon. Maybe we can hang out before i leave, unless you're busy?" she scratched her cheek and he did the same. "Dunno, i think i have things to do at school—training and shit. I'll see if i can make some space in my precious calendar." The boy turned to his...empty calendar with a smile.
"Oh is that right? I'm too low of a person to hang out with—"
"I'm kidding (Y/n)."
"I was kidding too Idiot, i'll talk later though—need to do some things. We can have dinner after i get back from training camp, cool?"
"Yeah yeah, cool."
"Tell tia i said hey."
"Yeah alright, bye."
"Bye, love you." she hung up and her ears turned red 'I didn't mean to say the last part...yet at least!' Junior was going to tease her endlessly now, she smacked her forehead with her palm but continued to make her way to the classroom. She was about to open the door—until she heard voices. Her movements paused and she only slightly cracked the door open to peek inside. "You passed both of your final exams Shinsou, i'm proud of you."
Her breathing stopped immediately, Shinsou and Aizawa stood in front of each other—both with similar smiles. Her blood ran cold, Shouta was smiling at him—her pupils dilated in resentment. "Hizashi is making dinner tonight, tell your dad that you'll be with us." She but down on her bottom lip—penetrating it and making it bleed. "Of course, i won't be late, don't worry." Her lips turned red and her bandages did too.
"You better not be, he's making (f/f)." Her pupils dilated further. 'He gets praise and a whole dinner just for passing two stupid fucking tests?! Did he even get first place in both of them?! I do everything just to get some type of reaction and all it took was Shinsou to do something and all of a sudden he's the golden boy in his eyes?! I was only trying my best..!' She felt invisible hands tighten their grip around her neck.
(Y/n)s heartbeat accelerated faster than she could feel 'Why couldn't that be enough? Is there something wrong with me?' She clawed at the invisible hands and didn't realize she was hurting herself in the process. Thick scratch marks had laced her bare neck and stared to bleed. 'What's so great about Shinsou?! Why can't he just acknowledge the fact that i'm trying my best too?'
'Is it because he looks like him?' she stared at their features—trying to figure out what the source of the problem was. She couldn't find it, she couldn't figure it out. 'Is it because i'm a girl? My eyes? My hair? My quirk? My skin color?' That hit home, in Japan—colorism was a problem. Especially when rich middle aged men or women see a dark skinned girl on the streets minding her business.
Its happened too many times to her before, but that couldn't be the reason why, could it? There was a glowing red string inside of a dark—pitch black room. The strings tinier threads started to slowly rip, she stopped scratching at her skin "(Y/n)? Is that you?" She opened the door fully with a bright smile "Yeah, sorry about that—i was...itchy. So i stopped to scratch it, don't mind me though."
She walked past them and grabbed her school bag from her chair "Your neck is bleeding (L/n)-san." the blue haired girl turned to the purple haired boy with a raised eyebrow "Sorry, who are you again? I'm not really good with names too much, i often tend to..forget things." She discreetly sent a pointed glance towards Aizawa, he clenched his fists, he didn't know she was there. "Oh, that's fine i guess."
"Too bad though, hey—mind telling me what place you got in the final exams?" She swung her bag over her shoulder "Third and fourth place." she walked past him "How cute, have fun at your family dinner though—enjoy it while it lasts." The black haired man watched as she exited the door—not before saying one last thing "An apology without change, is just manipulation—hope you remember that Shinsou. It would be good to keep it up your sleeve, especially with Shouta."
Shit, he fucked up again.
A lot has happened that school year, some of them found their weaknesses and learned to surpass them. Some of them learned what it really took to be a hero, some of them tasted failure. They struggled with their own powerlessness, and then they moved towards bright new goals and so with their bittersweet feelings their final exams ended. While the blue haired girl was left with a hateful taste of resentment in her mouth.
Unknown Location
"The sins are ready for transport." They themselves scowled at the phantoms lackeys from inside of the large black van. They had to sit still and quietly, Zero Two was chained up to a metal chair with multiple arm restraints and a muzzle on his face. "What's with the long faces? Don't be so sad now, you'll still see each other." A space blue haired man came into view, his light blue eyes glinted.
The seven deadly sins turned away from him—not wanting to acknowledge the man whatsoever. The latter sneered and shut the door harshly. They listened carefully as the footsteps faded and the other side of the van opened—Mikoto immediately stood up and went towards the horned boy, with a cherry cigarette in his mouth. "He's been so annoying recently..!" Leorio complained, Kusuke nodded along with him in agreement.
Gloxinia and Gowther sliced their palms and neared their hands towards Kaneki who was busy trying to suppress his hunger—he hadn't eaten in more than a week. Drank blood at least, it was getting to him—the rule was to look out for each other and that's what they did. "You alright kid?" the red haired man watched as the muzzle fell and clanked on the floor. "Yeah."
Zero Two ripped the restraints off as his eyes glowed—he stretched "There was a TV..." he trailed off and finished his stretching with a yawn. They turned his attention towards the youngest of the seven "What do you mean a TV?" Gowther voiced everyone's thoughts out loud—thankfully. "He means the one in his room, before the cycles." Mikoto answered.
"Did you see the girl?" he left his mind wander and recalled the pretty blue haired girl on the screen. "Hm? What girl?" Kaneki rose an eyebrow as he wiped the blood off of the corner of his lips. "A girl in the TV." the red headed leader of the seven replied. "You do realize that she could've been in a show or something?" the smart man shot them down quickly. "No."
"It was a live broadcast from a hero school, U.A high." They rolled their eyes "Don't go falling for hero brats Zero, it's not like they're going to come and save us." Leorio yawned obnoxiously while Mikoto sat down "She's his daughter." There was a loud and silent pause, they slowly moved their eyes towards Mikoto. "Excuse me, what?" Leorio gaped along with the others. "Her name, (Y/n) (L/n)—(L/n), Daichi (L/n)."
"They could have similar last names, it doesn't mean any-"
"No, Zero is right—she has the same features as him right?" Kusuke threw another solved rubix cube on the on the floor, the horned boy nodded "If shes trying to be a hero, something must've happened between her and him. And if it did—we have a chance at getting out of this hell hole of a life. If he didn't something really bad—which he probably did—then she would defeat him and we would be there."
"Does that mean—?"
"Yes it does."
"She's going to save us..."
bang!
The seven jumped up immediately as the vans back doors opened—they were in a different location than before. "Hurry up and get out." Daichi ordered and started walking away. Gloxinia and Kaneki helped Zero two up—prior to transportation they had done another cycle on him. So he was fairly weak at the moment, Mikoto was in front like always and they huddled close together. It was a compound, it had a large gate that had a cover on top.
The doors opened by themselves and the seven looked around in suspicion. The compound had a pretty lawn, multiple bonsai trees and pretty rock decor, the pavement was a dark red color—they entered the main house of the compound. It looked normal—it was a tradition Japanese house, Daichi paused at a place that had a small vase on top— a purple flower. He messed around with the board of it and they walked down some stairs—there were seemingly endless white hallways.
It was creepy.
No one said a thing until they saw figures in the distance "What do you this is going to happen?" Zero Two whispered at the two beside him—they shrugged. "Daichi, a pleasure." A man with a plague mask bowed and the blue haired man did the same. Overhaul could smell his expensive cologne from just standing near him—it was excessive but the man looks clean.
That was a relief, eight people walked up behind him and there was a little girl that a man with a white cloak had in his arms. The sins eyes zeroed on her—multiple bandages, she looked frightened, she reminded them of Zero Two. He himself felt already connected to the little girl, she had a small horn—though, his were more frightening. "Zero Two, come here and introduce yourself to your experiment buddy."
The seven clenched their fists behind their backs, they were hurting a little girl just for selfies reasons. The horned boy walked up closer as the white cloaked man let her go, she walked up slowly—she looked frail and weak. He offered a small smile "Call me Zero Two." he stuck his scarred hand out and she cowered but quickly realized he wasn't going to hurt her. "I'm E-Eri." she whispered out shakily.
The pale blue haired girl slowly lifted her hand up to make contact with the boy before her—they shook hands and the little girl felt the warmth he carried traveling and circling around her body. His hands were nice—warm—she looked back at the rest of the people behind the blue haired man she was already standoffish of, they seems nice.
Bad people, but nice.
She concluded that maybe it would be okay for now, for now.
Recovery Girl when she watched (Y/n) smack All Might: I taught her so well!
-kiyo (2451 words)