❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫? 𝔦 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡. ❜
→ * . & ━━ she was born
wild, loving hard, as much as her
heart would allow it. he was made
of fire...
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༉˚*ೃ ¹³. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒!
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 anyone behind! Tsubame thought, and leapt over the lip of the Landslide Zone's biggest peak. Heroes never leave anyone behind. She wasn't sure if that was an actual motto, or one she'd made up herself, but it sounded like something All Might would say, and they could really use All Might right now. Heroes never leave anyone behind. Her feet skidded fast down the slope, broken out into a full-on sprint, arms pumping at her side to keep her pace. Sweat beaded across Tsubame's forehead and ran down the soft slope of her nose. Her sharp teeth were gritted. I'm never going to leave anyone behind.
But there was no All Might. There were no Pros. No one coming for them. The students of Class 1-A were in this on their own, and that meant they had to think like the heroes they were trying to become—and Tsubame was not going to, would never, and could not just watch her teacher die from the shadows. Not after he'd willingly jumped into the fray to save her and her other classmates. He'd put his life on the line for them whilst only knowing his students for less than a week. If Tsubame was to watch her mentor die without making a single attempt to save his life like he had hers, then she could never call herself a hero.
All these thoughts rushed through her brain in a few split seconds, as she sprinted down the steep slope, Todoroki Shoto at her right. They ran alongside each other—nearly shoulder to shoulder—sharing the same heaving breaths of tenseness and determination, Tsubame drawing a little ahead due to her talent of track. Legs moved in a blur. Both students' faces were stern with a special kind of stubbornness. Neither were cowards: and maybe that was why they were running towards seemingly the only thing able to take a hero as strong as Eraser Head down—stupidly, thoughtlessly, just determination. Tsubame could not pin down Todoroki's reasoning, he was a mystery she'd probably never unravel, but she knew her own.
I'm going to save people. I'm not going to let anyone get hurt on my watch. She thought it, and thought it, and thought it, over and over, until she was sure it would come true. How could she be a hero if she failed the people she was supposed to protect? That included Aizawa Shota.
So far, the villains in the plaza had not noticed them yet. The pale-haired one with the hands was talking—Tsubame caught snippets of his words—, something to his downed opponent. They had time! Todoroki inhaled sharply through his nose.
