Traitorous Love

Chapter 35- Alone

Your POV

I woke up in the hospital with every memory intact. My arms are covered in bandages and they hurt for the first time. I guess that big blast really messed it up, not that I regretted it. What I do regret is being too weak to actually fight against Dabi.

I look around the hospital room. Like every other hospital room it was depressing, quiet, and dark. Worst part? I'm alone. All alone. It was a nice dose of reality. The family I used to have, who would have been here, is not here because I basically told them to fuck off. Even the guy I really like isn't here and that kind of hurts.

Hah, lets be real though, if mom and dad were here the second I woke up they would probably be yelling at me about what I did wrong, my stance, blah blah blah. But at least they would have been here. Maybe I made the wrong choice?

This sucks.

"Oh you're awake," The nurse peaks into the room.

I nod awkwardly, "Uh, yea I just did,"

She nodded and walked in. Her red hair was cut at her shoulder and started talking, "Pro-hero Hawks dropped you here. He demanded that you got the best care and then quickly checked on Endeavor and left,"

My eyes went wide as she started changing the dressing on my arms, "He left?"

She nodded, "Is that a bad thing?"

I meet her eyes, "Oh no, just I wouldn't expect him to leave, since he was pretty badly hurt himself," I say finding a decent excuse. Is it okay that it kind of hurts that he didn't stay? I mean, I guess he couldn't have stayed considering what happened, he probably has to give a report? I don't know. The commission can be hard sometimes. 

"Yes, he was but he was in such a hurry so we quickly patched him up and he was on his way. He did promise he would be back for you and Endeavor," she talked as she worked on my arm. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but there were still cuts, "we just want to watch these, but you should be able to go home by the end of the day," she informs me.

I nod in response barely paying attention. I was replaying the fight in my head, or rather, Dabi's words. He knew about my quirk, my weaknesses, all of it. That makes no sense though. Its not like my weaknesses are randomly out there on a website or anything. I remember thinking it was suspicious that he knew, and as much as I wanted to ask him about it, there was no need to confirm what he knows. 

I would say that maybe he knew from the sports festival since he had said that he watched me when we first met, but he wouldn't know about the bleeding because I didn't bleed that day. There is an option that he just gave a guess since he saw my arms bleeding and nothing else (besides the bruises), but even that doesn't make sense. I could have easily hurt them when I was fighting the children nomu, but he specifically said weakness and it wasn't a guess, but a confirmation.

Why does he know that? Why would he care? I'm not even a pro and yeah I will be soon, but I'm definitely not one yet. My presence literally does not help or hider him, well maybe I am kind of a hinderance.

He also said he was "dying to see me" or something like that. Why would patchwork want to see me?

Too many questions not enough answers, just like the mission Aizawa gave me. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing there. I've been avoiding his calls cause I have nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I sigh, "What is bothering you so much that you have to sigh?" I hear a feminine voice. I turn my head in the direction of the voice, "Hey (y/n),"

"Miranda!" She gives me a hug, opens the window, letting in the sunset, and sits down.

"I saw the news and nearly shit myself when I saw you,"

I laugh, "No need, I'm mostly okay,"

"Mostly?"I nod my head, and fall silent, "what happened?"

And just like that I spill my guts to my roommate. My wonders for why the hell patchwork (which she laughed at the insult) knew what he knew. It didn't make any sense to her either, "I just don't get how he would know that. The only people that would know would be the kids at school, my teachers, Hawks, basically people that wouldn't really be talking to him, let alone telling him a hero in trainings weaknesses," I sigh again falling into the bed, "nothing makes sense,"

Miranda set her elbows on her knees, "You think you could be a target for the league?"

"I don't know, I don't understand why they would want me,"

Her eyes meet mine, "Humor me with the idea, what could they want with you?"

I ponder on the thought for a moment when Miranda speaks up again, "Your parents!" she says like it's obvious.

"Huh?"

She shakes her head, "Geez, for someone who is as smart and as observant as you, you really are a dumbass,"

"Uh, rude," I retort.

"You really don't get it?" I shake my head, "(y/n), your parents are top spies, and top heroes. They probably know more about anything and everything than most heroes do,"

My eyes went wide with realization, "So they want me to spill whatever I know about their missions?" The more I thought about it, it seemed like a possibility.

Miranda nods enthusiastically, "You should talk to your parents and see what they could do to help you and..." she cuts herself off when she notices my saddened face, "hey, it's going to be okay, we won't let them hurt you,"

"No, its not that," I sigh, "take a look around you M," I say using her new nickname I gave her, "my parents aren't here. I think they're done with me after I basically told them to fuck off. I don't think they're going to be 'here for me' anymore,"

Miranda scoffs, "Don't be ridiculous, they're your parents,"

"Exactly, they're my parents," I emphasize, "I know them better than anyone. I bet you if I called them they either would curse me out, or they wouldn't even answer the phone, at least my mom wouldn't,"

Miranda reaches into her purse and hands her phone to me, "It wouldn't hurt to try,"

I shake my head, "It wasn't that long ago that I told them I wasn't their daughter anymore, wounds are still fresh," She takes the phone back and sits back down in the chair, "you don't have to stay, I know you have work to do,"

"Like I would, why would I let you be all alone? You're always going to have me,"

I smile. I guess I'm not all alone.

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