My Hero Academia: Aspirations

Chapter 60

Aspirations
Chapter 60

"You shouldn't have done that," Hawks said in a steady, yet somehow agitated tone.

 You couldn't remember actually lashing out. You remembered something squeezing inside of you so hard that you felt like a damn was about to break. Something was pushing to get out. And trying to stop the wave from spilling over you hadn't been able to stop your body from reacting to the anger that had exploded inside of you. 

Hawks held your wrist firmly even as you pulled with all your might. Anger and fear laced together in a dwindling mix as you continued to tug. Hawks held firm.

"Let me go," you demanded.

"If I let you go, you're going to run off. It's not safe to go out by yourself," Hawks responded.

"I can take care of myself," you said tightly.

"I'm sure you think so Chickadee."

Todoroki's warning flashed through your head with bone chilling clarity. Just because he was the number two hero didn't mean he couldn't be an asshole. Or something along those lines. With that idea stuck in your head you didn't want to wait around to see what this serious side Hawks was showing meant. Small tendrils shot out from your wrists into his hands. You quickly worked on manipulating the muscles and bones so that he had no choice but to let you go. As you hurriedly pulled your hands out of his open grasp, Hawks was already on the move again.

You were pinned to the ground by a handful of hardened feathers before you got to the door. The impact with the ground hadn't felt good; the hard, knife like feathers only made it worse. You tried to tear through them, to rip them apart but by bit. Unfortunately that meant you ripped sections of your own clothes as you went. And the feathers he pinned you down with were just as hard as any metal you'd handled. Which meant that the more you struggled, the more you hurt yourself. Hawks stood at your side as he watched you struggle.

Let go little angel. You'll feel better. 

No. You weren't exactly sure why no, but still...no. not again. You still felt like something was clawing to get out; trying to overcome you. You just didn't know what. And that was as frustrating as it was frightening. 

"See how easy it would be if I actually wanted to hurt you?" He asked calmly. In your current state, his calmness felt like a taunt. Hawks squatted down as he stared at you seriously. "You've got tricks, I'll give you that. More than most small-time heroes and villains even. But when you try to pick a fight with someone at my level - that's all they are, tricks. They won't stop someone who knows what they're doing from hurting you."

"I heal," you snapped at him.

Hawks tilted his head mockingly, "Not from a decapitation. Not from someone burning you alive. Or if they destroyed you faster than you could heal. There are a lot of villains with quirks out there that you can't simply heal from."

You stopped struggling as he spoke. The reminders of what people could do to you was suffocating enough and that wasn't factoring in the pain of the cuts you'd been healing up. Other than the reminder that he could cut off your head while you were prone, the other two abilities he spoke of left a horrible reminder. The League of Villains was still out there - fire and destruction were just two of the quirks in that group which might have been able to overwhelm your ability to heal.

Hawks shifted as he took to a knee in front of you. He watched as his words registered. Eventually he figured you'd put everything he'd been trying to tell you together. Right now you were just still too high on anger and fear. Something that had, truthfully, clouded his own judgement for a moment.