The fourth round of matches had gone by relatively fast.
As expected, Bakugo remained steadfast in his current stream of victories, followed by a few other familiar faces from the original line-up and some new ones. Now that Todoroki had been taken out of the final round much earlier than originally anticipated, it seemed that there was no one fully able to stop Midoriya from rising in the ranks. Although she couldn't bring herself to completely devoid herself of her previous concerns, knowing that most of the changes that had taken place today were of her own doing, the female allowed herself to indulge in the same air of excitement that her fellow classmates had held onto so dearly. Now that she had made it this far, it would be pointless to complain. She might be able to win, but she still gave it her whole effort. The fact she had even managed to last against Monoma for so long was surprising enough on its own. Now that she was officially out of the bracket, she had a little time to enjoy herself. This was an experience that only happened once a year after all.
Was it wrong to be a little egotistical?
"You're looking pretty goofy there, vice rep," Shinso let out from her side, causing her cheeks to bloom a bright shade of pink as she immediately went to pinch her cheeks. He chuckled at the action, not holding back on his own pleasure. "If you don't wipe off the grin from your face, some of the other kids might think you're looking down on them."
"Does my face really look that stupid?" she muttered, looking a bit dejected. It only took a matter of seconds before someone in the class had thrown something over in the male's direction. With a glare, the purple-hair student ducked the unforeseen object and caught it in his hands. His eyes scanned their seating area before landing on one of the students, the student in question quickly diverting their attention and whistling in the other direction. "Ah." She blinked in surprise, noticing a small can of soda. "Where did that come from?"
"From your fan club over there," he grunted out, pointing in the other direction. The female turned her head to face her classmates, noticing that most of them had seated themselves directly behind her. She blinked at the sight, unsure as to how she should feel. "What are you guys even doing?"
"How dare you get so close to her and insult her in such a manner?!" a blonde student proclaimed, pointing an accusing finger toward the brainwashing student who simply raised a brow. Their hair was messily tied back into a side ponytail, a bright green bow bouncing as they moved around. A few of the other students nodded their heads in agreement, causing the h/c haired girl to sweatdrop. "Shinso-kun! Change seats! You don't deserve to be in her presence!"
"Yeah, yeah. Stop hogging her all to yourself and give her to us for a few seconds. We still haven't congratulated her on her last match," another student whined out, pushing their hands onto a chair and leaning forward with a lazy grin that held nothing but maliciousness. "I promise we won't do anything too bad~"
"L-Let's not fight with each other now! I'm sure Soma-san is still feeling tired from her last match and needs a moment to relax," Sakura, the only sane person in the entire class, exclaimed from where she was sitting. She rose from her seat, huffing as her eyes turned a bright shade of green. "And please stop trying to pick a fight with each other! We're supposed to be a class!" As she continued with her small speech about showing respect to one another, the vice representative felt an arm wrapping around her shoulders. She had no time to react as she was brought closer to her classmate, the male slowly turning his head to face the class before sticking out his tongue.
It was a full-blown riot. The class erupted with several shouts of complaint, the blonde girl nearly leaping out of her seat if it wasn't for another student holding her back and forcefully dragging her back into one of the chairs. Before Sakura could turn her head around to figure out what had caused them to have such a reaction, Shinso had already released the other girl and was lazily rubbing the back of his neck. "Nothing happened...?" the pink-braided girl let out, confused.
"Do you always have to start a fight with everyone who talks to you?" the h/c haired girl hissed under head breath as she brushed off her shoulder, already exhausted from how enthusiastic her class seemed to be. She sighed as the other male shrugged, not once holding back his own amusement. It seemed he had no intentions of ceasing his behavior going by his demeanor. Not that she could exactly say she was disappointed by the fact. She was somewhat glad that Shinso was getting along with some of the other students, looking much more carefree than he had previously. Perhaps it was the sports festival, but it seemed the class had managed to penetrate his cold aura. Slowly, she scooted herself out of the seat, patting down her clothes as she stood up. "I'm going to the hallway for a moment. I need a moment for myself," she said, eyes looking down at her classmate. "Try not to start anything while I'm gone, alright?"
"Have fun out there," he acknowledged before dodging another incoming soda can. He lowered himself into the seat, avoiding another object. Sakura looked panicked as she frantically attempted to calm the group down, shouting a few words before what looked to be a crumpled piece of paper hit her directly in the face.
With a wave of the hand, she left behind the shouts of her classmates for the more comforting silence of the hallway. The moment she turned the corner, it felt as if an air had been lifted off of her shoulders, now replacing with her previous tension. As much as she enjoyed her classmates, she could hardly handle them for more than a few minutes at most. Their outgoing nature was detrimental to her own introverted nature, taking up almost all of her energy anytime she attempted to interact with them. Her shoes clicked on the floor with each step she took, echoing down the hallway. Her eyes stayed glued to the front of herself, hands going to her pockets.
It felt strange to know that after she had come so far, she had lost purely due to her own inexperience. Despite everything she had done to win and pushing herself to her limits, it was clear that there was still a divide when it came to her and those from the hero course. She felt a tinge of disappointment in herself and for better lack of words, her lack of athleticism. Compared to someone like Monoma who equally excelled in not being heavily reliant on a quirk, there was an obvious difference in terms of their stamina. He had hero training classes that helped him improve his physical abilities. She had the body of someone who spent their time staying indoors rather than working out.
Maybe if she stole Midoriya's training regiment, she could become stronger? Then again, she wasn't too sure how long she would be able to last before she dropped dead. But then again, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to put in the effort to at least start improving her own physical capabilities. She had never been the best when it came down to things, especially in terms of her own stamina. It would be nice if she didn't collapse every time she ran for a few minutes. Plus, it would definitely help her escape any unwanted situations concerning her little vigilante career.
"Ah."
She came to a stop as she rounded the corner, nearly bumping into another person. E/c eyes blinked momentarily as she processed the situation, her focus solely on him as she stared back at her in pure surprise. The phone he held in a vice grip did not go unnoticed, nor did the way her eyes had looked at it for a few seconds before snapping back forward. Her voice hitched as she bowed her head slightly, taking a step back and preparing to maneuver herself around the student before he could say anything. "Excuse me," she managed to rush out, pulling tightly at her blazer that wrapped snuggly around her upper body. Her feet were already making a beeline for down the hallway but before she could even make it so far as a step, she felt a tug on the back of her shirt.
"We need to talk," Iida said lowly, already turning on his feet. Her throat felt strained as he dragged her by her collar, forcing her to follow in his steps to the best of her ability. She attempted to break free from the hold, twisting her body, but was only met with the feeling of his fingers curling tighter around her shirt. Begrudgingly, she accepted her fate as the two of them marched onward into a small room. "I'm sorry for being so harsh but I couldn't wait any longer," he quickly ushered out as he closed the door behind them, the female rubbing her neck in a comforting motion.
"What-" she swallowed, finding her voice. "-did you want to talk about?"
He stared at her for a second, his eyes practically seeming to bear straight into her soul with how decisive his gaze was. She shuddered unconsciously at the unwanted attention, instinctively huddling closer to her own self. "I'll cut straight to the point," he began, his face becoming more akin to neutrality. "My brother is currently in the hospital."
"Is that so?" Where was he going with this? Y/N couldn't help but feel a bit defensive as she stared at him from where she was standing, fidgeting awkwardly in her position. From her knowledge, Soma and Iida were not supposed to have a close relationship with one another. Just why was he telling her this? Whatever may have been the case, she needed to watch her words. "You have my condolences."
"Recently, he was attacked by the hero killer Stain," the blue-haired boy explained, his hand once more clenching harshly against the cell phone that lay in his palm. His expression almost seemed to turn into a scowl in a mere matter of seconds. "My brother had been sent to investigate the matter and possibly put a stop to him but I'm sure you already knew that since you appear to be up to date with most heroes. His condition does not look...stable..." His eyes grew slightly glassy as he spoke, distant. "Several heroes have tried to take down the hero killer but none have been successful. I thought my brother might have been able to but unfortunately, he was not."
"You have an older brother as well. Surely you must understand how I'm feeling." She jolted as he looked at her, nodding his head a bit and placing a hand in front of himself. "You would also be worried if one of your family members was hurt, wouldn't you? Even though he is a hero, the fact still doesn't change that he is my older brother."
"...I understand completely," she let out in agreement, a hint of hesitation laced within her voice. The teenager took a step back as she crossed her arms in front of her, staring down at the ground. Was he searching for comfort? But that wouldn't make sense. From what she remembered in the show, Iida refused to seek the help of Ochako and Midoriya even though they were two of his closest friends. Instead, the male had chosen to bottle up his own frustrations and nearly killed himself as a result of his own actions. It was eerie seeing how open he was being about his feelings, especially considering he had never once sought her out before. Something was wrong. "It's only natural that you would worry about your family members, especially if you found out they had been attacked by someone like the hero killer. I can't possibly imagine what you must be going through but I'm sure it must be painful. But, I have to ask, why are you telling me this?"
E/c eyes glanced up, being met with a blank stare that sent her back another step out of pure instinct. He remained oddly quiet, the dimness of the room hiding the upper half of his face and leaving his expression unreadable. She gulped down the saliva that clung to the back of her throat, the only sound carrying through the room being a permeating silence. "Iida-san?" she tried, squinting her eyes a bit.
"Soma-chan..." He broke out of his stupor, his voice hitching slightly as the words left his mouth. The uneasiness she felt only continued to grow as a sadder smile entered his face, the world seemingly growing flat as she could only watch his mouth move. He held a hand to his hand, appearing to look almost frustrated as he spoke. "You aren't close with your brother."
Shit.
"You misheard me," the female let out with a nervous laugh, closing her eyes. Her finger slightly tugged at the collar of her shirt, suddenly feeling suffocated by the fabric.
"I'm afraid I'm not letting you talk you're way out of this," Iida refuted. Her tongue slightly clicked against her mouth, causing his eyes to narrow ever so slightly in distaste. "Although my time with her may have been short, there is no doubt in my mind Soma-chan was not close to her family members. So I have to ask-" He took a step forward, crossing his arms. "-who are you and what have you done to my classmate?"
She knew she should have been more careful around him. It was suspicious enough that he had dragged her off to some desolate room away from everyone else, the fact she had even let her guard down for even a second was her own fault. But to think, Soma had hated her family that much. Just what exactly was the situation with her dear host? She could have sworn the girl hadn't been close to the class representative for the hero class but it seemed her beliefs were wrong given how confident he appeared to be with his accusations. Sweat beat down her face as she attempted to shove down her panic, forcing herself to relax. Whatever the case was, she would have to look into it later. Right now, she still needed to deal with Iida.
"Aren't you jumping to conclusions here?" A frown entered her face as she leaned back, her bottom hitting the edge of the table directly behind herself. She raised a brow, outstretching one of her hands. "You only knew me for a short amount of time, did you not? Who's to say a person cannot change in the time we weren't together? Perhaps I've grown closer to my family than you'd like to think." Her hand waved as he continued staring her down. "It's not like you have any concrete proof that I'm not Soma, do you? Or are you saying you let someone masquerade as your classmate for nearly a whole semester without doing anything?"
"I was unsure at first but there is no other reason that explains your sudden change." He shook his head. "If you wish to continue down this narrative, then I do not have any problems getting the teachers involved. I'm sure Soma's family would agree with me that her change is far too drastic to be normal." As he pulled out his phone and turned it on, she couldn't help but keep her guard up when the object was passed over to her. Her brows furrowed as she stared down at the screen. "I believe this should suffice."
"This was the villain I ran into before coming here," she mumbled. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"More than you would like to think," he explained. "My classmate was never good when it came to keeping her identity as a vigilante a secret; I'm surprised nobody else has picked up on it. The fact you completely changed your stances on heroes is more than enough to confirm my concerns. Midoriya-kun was fairly confident that you had no intentions of showing off during the sports festival and it was only supported by the rest of the class. Forgive me for snooping, but I feel that my reason justifies my actions." Despite his attempts to remain neutral, she could see the flame that was alight in his eyes. One of pure apprehension that made her insides sting. "Are you going to talk?"
"What you are saying is nothing more than pure speculation." Her hand pushed the phone at his chest, the male easily catching it as she scowled. "Whether you like it or not, I am Soma Masami and you have no footing to be making these baseless accusations. You might be the representative for your class but at the end of the day, they aren't going to believe you unless you have solid proof. So explain to me how exactly this counts as concrete evidence or I'm walking out of this room."
He didn't think this through. He faltered in his step, his stare hardening. "It doesn't matter what you think, U.A will not allow you to continue being a student here if they find out about her vigilante career. I will not allow you to tarnish another person's name like this."
"So what? You blackmail me into giving you a straight answer?"
"There are several things that I know that would cause concern for the teachers," he argued. "But what is important, is that there was no possible chance she should have survived back there."
"Huh?" The h/c haired girl let out a blink, confusion overriding all of her other senses. The revelation felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped onto her, dulling her skin into a cold frenzy. "What do you mean she shouldn't have survived back there?"
The blue-haired boy sighed, lowering his head a bit as he moved his body toward the table. He maintained his distance and sat down in one of the chairs, gesturing for her to follow. Deep down, she knew she couldn't be indulging in his theories. The moment she conceded was the moment she accepted defeat and admitted to the lie she had been so carefully trying to craft since she had gotten there. Would he have been able to stop her if she left the room? It would be so easy to just turn the other foot and sprint to the nearest group of people. Iida was far too righteous to use his quirk if the place had a no quirk usage designation. And yet, her feet remained planted into the ground as her head swirled around with all the unnecessary thoughts that always bit her when she didn't want them to.
Iida obviously had cared for Soma to some extent. She might have not known the full extent of their relationship, but it was clear as it was day that he only spoke out of concern for his classmate. The defeated expression on his face was one that was complicated, one she knew all too well from her own experience. He was just a kid, a kid who shouldn't have to feel like the whole weight of the world was on his shoulders as she did.
You're ruining everything, her mind seemed to reason. In a world of heroes, her impact should have no significance. And yet anytime she took two steps forward, the world was already five steps further. They'll never want to be around you again, her mind shouted. She knew if she confirmed his suspicions, allowed herself to admit what she had been denying herself for so long to be true, that she would be risking everything. But seeing him looking so utterly lost, it stung, more than it should have.
Slowly, the female moved over to the seat across from him, albeit with hesitance. Her body felt uncomfortable as she shifted in the chair, folding her hands in front of herself on the table. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath, slowly opening them with newfound exhaustion. He gave a nod in acknowledgment, a slight tinge of gratitude for his actions.
"The villain that Soma-chan had been fighting that day was not someone she should have been messing around with. It's unfortunate, but I failed to consider how dangerous things would get. If I had known sooner, then I would have done everything I could to stop her," he began. His hands folded in a similar manner to hers on the table. "Gorgon, the villain she had been facing, had recently been making a few appearances around the city. It should have been easy for the heroes to defeat him but apparently, his quirk was unnatural. Each of the heroes he faced seemed to disappear off of the face of the earth."
"The police looked into it for a while but when they realized there were no leads pertaining to any of the victims' whereabouts, they eventually gave up. There was also the other aspect...nobody cared enough to deal with it. Gorgon only targeted the areas where there were no prominent hero patrols. As much as it shames me, I doubt any heroes would have done much of anything to help those who had been affected by the situation. It's no wonder that she would eventually take an interest in him. It would have given her more credit to her name if she had managed to defeat him."
"Seriously?" The female couldn't help but gawk upon hearing that. He nodded, meeting her apparent shock with a grimace and looking off the side.
"Although I wasn't there, a local media station managed to pick up the story." So there was some reasoning behind him showing her that article. "One of the bystanders who had been watching the event claimed Gorgon had used his quirk on Soma-chan during their fight. There is no doubt in my mind he would have had an opening either. It's just too simple to think that she would have been able to get out of there unscathed. I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this?"
"If everything that person says lined up with what everyone else had seen before, then Soma should have disappeared as well," Y/N concluded.
"I thought it was just my imagination, that something like that couldn't have possibly happened, but you're too different from how she acts. I'm afraid Soma-chan was not the most...sensible person when it came down to things." He gave a saddened smile, regretful in nature. He didn't elaborate much further on his old classmate. "Would you mind if I asked you a few questions about what happened?"
"Not like I can talk my way out of this one," her voice half-grumbled before releasing a sigh. She made a firing motion with one hand, her face not once changing to match the lightness of the action. "I don't mind. Feel free to ask anything and I'll do my best to answer to my utmost capabilities."
"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would," he remarked, surprise lacing his tone. "It would be best to start at the basics then. Who exactly are you?"
The h/c haired girl paused as she gathered her thoughts, fingers fumbling across the table in a tapping motion as her other hand went underneath her chin to rest. "My name is L/N Y/N," she introduced, licking her lips. It felt so unfamiliar to be saying her name after so long, almost unnatural. But the sense of relief that washed over her the moment the words had come out of her mouth seemed to push her to keep going.
"Why are you pretending to be Soma-chan?" Iida asked. By now, his earlier guard had been dismissed by full-blown curiosity, content enough by the fact she hadn't chosen to run away moments earlier and was indulging him. She frowned, shaking her head a bit.
"It's not like I chose to pretend to be anyone," she expressed, bitter. "I was just an average high school student who had nothing going for her. I guess my dad must have figured that out pretty fast since he got out of the picture pretty fast." Her voice stopped, nearly trailing off on the last part as a somewhat glassy look passed over her. "I was pretty much living day by the day for the most part. Getting myself involved with other people's problems was the least of my concerns. Of course, the one time I try to do anything and it all goes horribly wrong." A laugh left her throat as she glared down at the table, a strained smile passing through her face.
"Are you saying something happened?"
"The last thing I remember was a little boy. The light had turned green and he was running across the street." Her voice was small as she spoke, the events blurring in her mind. The rain pattering around her. The blaring lights. The look on his face as she had gone flying. "The guy didn't even see him. If I hadn't been there, then he would have- If I hadn't tried to play hero and had just kept my head down then...That kid..." It hurt to speak about it. Even then and even now, she could still remember the sensations as the vehicle had hit her side. Her body folded as she coughed down a choke, her hands going to cover her face.
"Did you perhaps..." he started before stopping himself, watching her with a worried expression. She couldn't bring herself to face him as she heard the sound of a chair scooting across the ground, feet soon following. The sight of shoes entered her vision as slowly, a weight began to run her back. It was awkward as he rubbed circles, his presence grounding her somewhat. He remained silent as she choked back another cough, hands gripping against anything they could on her face. "Was that what you were talking about back at the party?" he realized. "When you mentioned dying again?"
"I thought I was a goner," the girl let out with another laugh. "Everything hurt so much." Her hand wiped as her eyes as the other gripped harshly against her hair. "I thought I would get over everything over time but then USJ happened and I realized that I couldn't do anything to stop them from trying to hurt you all. I'm really pathetic, aren't I?"
"I wouldn't say that," he comforted a bit. "I can't even imagine how it must have felt."
"I pray you never do," she sighed.
"But it doesn't explain what happened to Soma-chan."
"I wish I could give you an answer, say that I've figured out everything, but I'm just as clueless as you are when it comes to this." Fingers tugged a bit at the h/c locks, keeping her aware. "One moment I'm supposed to be dead and the next thing I know, I've taken over someone else's body." A pause. "Before you go accusing me of anything, I did not ask for any of this to happen. It's not like I asked to be some random quirkless girl, nor would I have ever wanted to. I'm sure you've seen how they're treated by other people. It's miserable." He frowned in silent agreement, unable to refute her words. "If I could give Soma her body back then I would but unfortunately, that does not seem to be the case. The only thing I can think of is that something happened back there with the villain that she had been facing that caused me to take over her body."
"Taking over her body..." he repeated. She shook her head defeatedly, shrugging her shoulders. "That's a strange way of putting things. Do you think there might be a chance she could still be alive? Perhaps the two of you simply switched bodies. Have you tried contacting yourself or your family?"
Her body froze. "I can't."
"Why not?" His brows furrowed. "Even if you switched bodies, it shouldn't be impossible to contact your mother or perhaps Soma-chan herself. Is there something preventing you from doing so?"
"I'm uh, not from this world."
His glasses slid down his face as he jumped back a bit. "N-Not from this world?" he sputtered out. "Isn't that a bit of an over-exaggeration? Swapping bodies isn't completely unrealistic but even I find something like that hard to believe. How could someone just end up in an entirely different world?"
"I have no reason to be lying to you right now," she quipped back with a short glare as she moved her face. "The place where I came from is very similar to yours. We have the same countries, same cities, same everything. That's how I've been able to get by for the most part. The only difference is that in my world, things like quirk don't exist. Heroes and villains, those are things of fiction where I come from."
"A world where quirks don't exist? It sounds exactly like pre-quirk society," Iida mentioned. "Although I have very little reason to believe anything you're saying, I don't think you're being insincere. You went out of your way to protect everyone back at USJ and for that, I'll always be thankful. For now, I'll choose to accept what you're saying. But...how are you convinced you are from another world?"
"It's difficult to explain," she hummed a bit. "As much as I would like to go into it, I don't believe now would be an appropriate time to do so. I would be putting too much at risk if I talked about it."
"That sounds very suspicious." He crossed his arms. "Would you perhaps be more open to sharing later on then?"
"If the time comes."
"I'll hold you to it."
"For someone who just found out their classmate might be dead, you don't look that surprised," Y/N commented as he moved away from her. He sighed, resignation apparent on his face.
"It doesn't take very much to realize that the two of you were not the same person. I'm afraid that even though we were classmates, I didn't know Soma-chan personally. I am concerned about her and what might have happened to her, but I can't confidently say we were close. This is the most I've learned about her has been mostly through you." he stated. "I doubt anyone would have wanted her life if they knew what she went through. All I can hope for is that she at least managed to find a sense of peace wherever she may be."
"That's surprisingly wistful," the female couldn't help but let out a small laugh, covering it with her hand. "But, thank you. For listening to me. This is the first time I've been able to speak about everything and it... feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest. I don't really care about what you do with the information, but I hope we can at least remain cordial with one another. I might not be the person you remember but...even I know how much seeing your family member getting hurt can be painful. A person shouldn't have to deal with that sort of pain alone. I'm always available to listen to you if you ever need an ear."
"You remembered what I said earlier." He seemed a bit dejected as he stood near her. "I know it isn't right, but I can't help but feel regretful for what happened. My brother is someone I look up to a lot. To think, the hero killer would be the one who put in the hospital after everything." She didn't miss the way his hand had clenched. "I feel shameful to admit but I can't help these feelings that keep boiling inside of me. I see red every time I hear his name."
"He hurt someone you care about, most people would react the same way. Even if you may try to suppress it, it doesn't entirely ever go away," the female consoled. "But what matters is that you don't allow yourself to lose yourself to that hatred. Don't allow yourself to become blinded by your own feelings or else you might get stuck in a situation that you can't get out of."
"Is that a warning?" he asked, looking back at her. "Don't worry too much about me, I'll be fine. I'm sure your classmates must be worried about you so I should let you go."
"Iida-san," she called out as he began walking toward the door. She winced as she skidded her chair across the floor and followed after him, grabbing onto his shoulder. "I'm being serious here. Don't do anything stupid. I've been friends with Midoriya for almost a year now so I know that expression better than anyone else. Think about what your brother will think when he wakes up to find out his brother also got hurt."
"Are you saying you know what I'm going to do, then?"
"I'm saying that you need to be more careful."
"I want to carry my brother's name with honor," Iida frowned. "How am I supposed to honor him when the man who nearly took his life is still roaming free? There are things you do not understand when it comes to family, L/N-san. What matters is that I avenge my brother and take down that monster." As he shrugged off her hand, she didn't miss the passing line of regret that followed him. "It wasn't my place to question you about your situation or bring up wanted memories. Don't worry, I don't plan on telling anyone else or using it against you. So...just continue being friends with them, alright? They all think very highly of you."
"Wait a moment!" Her hand shot out to grab him again but missed him by a hair, the boy promptly speeding down the hallway as soon as he had thrown the door open. "You're being unreasonable!" she called out to him as she skidded into the hallway, knowing full well that he could hear her. He instead, chose to ignore her as he disappeared down one of the corners, leaving her alone. "That kid!" Her voice hissed as her hand went to grip her hair, the other going to her hip. "Does he have no value for his own safety?"
It was a complete turnaround from his attitude when he had initially approached her. What had been extremely guarded and distrustful had been shattered down into something more vulnerable when she had decided to speak her truth. It seemed she still had a long way to go before she gained his trust, not that she could blame him. Not only did he have to deal with this new present information, he also had to deal with the fact his brother was now in a coma. How could he have been so dismissive about his own problems after bringing them up in the first place? These U.A students were so damn insufferable.
Was she supposed to feel accomplished? Sure, it was a relief to finally have someone to talk to about her actual problems and all but it didn't make her feel any better knowing he was going to try to kill himself in the next few days. Todoroki and Midoriya were supposedly going to be there to help their classmate but she didn't want to rely on an unknown variable, especially considering how dangerously headstrong the male was. "Dammit all," she groaned out, holding her head in her hands. She was doomed, this whole world hated her no matter what she did. Now she had to play babysitter for some hero kid because he was one of the characters she liked from some stupid anime.
Grumbling down the hallway, she barely noticed the sound of a door opening.
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hero course students not trying to fucking die challenge (impossible) (we lost midoriya)