Hidden Pain

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I stand before my father. Exhausted and injured. "Another round," he orders. I raise my fist weakly and get into a fighting stance. We spar like this for hours. Finally, he says we can stop and I collapse to the ground. I stumble out of the room, having trouble due to my new injuries. I plop down onto my bed. My ceiling fan instantly cooling my body down. Training was extra hard today due to the U.A exams being next week. Father wants me to become the Number 1 hero, following in his footsteps and he'll do anything to have me surpass that goal. Even if it drives me crazy. I walk over to my full body mirror and check out the bruises littering my body. "Dammit," I mutter to myself. I run my busted fist through my hair and sigh. I'll have to bandage those as well. I walk into the bathroom attacked to my bedroom and immediately fix myself a bath. The moment I sit down, my bruises hurt a little less. Just a little though. The longer I sit here, I feel myself slowly getting more and more tired. The sad side affect of my quirk. I quickly get out so that I don't end up falling asleep in the tub. That's an embarrassing way to die. I wrap my towel around my waist and head back into my room. I grab the bruise cream out of my drawer and immediately start applying it to all of my bruises. Once I'm done, I wrap them up and lay down in only a pair of shorts.  The side affects of my quirk hit me hard and just like that, I'm out cold.
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-3 months later-
I walk into the classroom only for Denki to immediately throw his arm around my shoulder. I hold in a hiss of pain and turn my head to him. "Hey man," he smiles. Almost outshining the sun. "Hey D," I smiles. I've had the nickname for him ever since we became friends. We walk over to the rest of the group who's huddled around Bakugo's desk. I sit down on the desk besides Bakugo's feet which are propped up. "Morning guys,” I yarn. "Morning Watanabe," Mina replies in a cheery tone. "I wish you came to the arcade with us this weekend," she wines s. "Sorry, I'll come next time. I promise," I chuckle at her childishness. "Good," she smiles in accomplishment. The sound of Mr. Aizawa clearing his throat causes everybody to go silent and we all scatter to our own desk. I take my seat next to a tired looking Shinso and smile his way. The Bakusquad, Midoriya and Shinso are the only few people I feel comfortable with. He nods me a good morning before class starts. As class goes on, I take as many notes as possible. Midway through, I feel my exhaustion it me. With the amount of my quirk I caused lays night, I should still be asleep but, my dad forced me awake with a syringe punch to the stomach. Why did I of all people have to get such an annoying drawback. Whenever I use certain percentage of my quirk, it causes me extreme exhaustion. The higher the percentage, the longer I sleep. Yay me. Note the sarcasm. As I feel exhaustion hit me, the sound of my name being called out catches my attention. I look up to see the entire class staring at me with sharing Aizawa. "Class is no time for sleep, Watanabe," he says firmly. "Sorry, Mr. Aizawa," I sigh. He nods silently, focusing back onto the lesson. As I feel myself drifting off again, a soft kick to my ankle wakes me back up. I glance over to Shinso to see him holding up a white bottle of caffeine pills. I mouth him a thank you and take one of the pills. I swallow it dry and soon, the extra energy wakes me up. I finish off class in one piece and without Mr. Aizawa glaring down my spine. I quickly pack my stuff and up and am about.ti head out of class when Mr. Aizawa calls me over to his desk. "Yes, Mr. Aizawa?" I ask, already knowing what he wants. "You need to balance a training and school regimen before your exhaustion waves effect your grades," he informs me. "Yes, sir. I understand," I respond. "Do you though?" Mr. Aizawa counters. "What do you mean?" I ask confused. "This is the third time we've had this conversation," he says. "I'm not just telling you this for your grades but, for your own health. Sooner or later, the drawback of your quirk could result in more than exhaustion," he says. For a second, I think I hear a bit of worry in his voice. "Sorry, sir" I tell him. "Don't apologize. Just do better," he grumbles. I nod silently, immediately leaving the room right after. I make my way into the hallway to see my friends waiting for me. Even Bakugo. "C'mon idiots," Bakugo grumbles. We all follow behind him, chattering about random crap. Once we reach the lunch room, we all walk up to the lunch line. The line moves pretty quick and we're all soon in the front. When I see what's for lunch, my face turns up into disgust. We're having kuromame and jello. I sigh in annoyance but get a tray anyways.  Someone at the table will eat it. I grab a green jello with my meal and we all walk to the table. I push my tray aside and open my jello. "You have to eat more than jello," Bakugo grumbles. "Beans are disgusting so no. I don't," I shrug. "Bullshit," he grumbles. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a handful of protein bars. He tosses them my way before grabbing my tray and dumping my beans onto his own plate. "Thanks Bakugo," I smile. He sends me a grunt in response and we all continue eating. Me and Bakugo have always been like this. He takes care of me like a big brother. Why, I don't know. Mina said it's cause I'm "so innocent" or whatever. As lunch comes to an end, I feel Shinso's caffeine pills wearing off. Dammit. We're currently walking down the hall when exhaustion nearly takes over. I lean against the wall for support when a warm hand grabs my arm. I glance over to see Bakugo staring at me a little worried. He turns around and crouches down, signalling for me to hop onto his back. The moment I'm on his back, he begins walking down the hall once more. Carrying me as though I weigh nothing to him. I probably don't. I quickly and easily doze off to sleep. The darkness taking over. I hear the the soft sound of people talking I feel someone else taking my body.