✰ never love an anchor
the next few days were hectic.
interviews, scoldings from your teachers, worried classmates asking too many questions, filling out reports, a whole ordeal. on top of that, bakugou wasn't even allowed visitors. you got a brief 'hes fine, don't worry' but you wanted to make sure of that yourself.
"y/n. i understand it was self de- look at the screen, young lady." mr aizawa had pointed to the tv.
oh look, it's you. on the news.
"y/n, we are sorry for all this chaos and interviews so soon. it must have been so heavy on your shoulders killing a villain, a living person. you have to feel so bad. you must be so upset." the blonde news lady with a microphone smoke, before tilting it to your direction.
"who said i felt bad?"
mr aizawa turned the tv off, crossing his arms and giving you a disappointed look. "i know it was self defense. us and the rest of ua have covered for you. but your reputation as a hero is at stake here." he scolded.
"i don't care about that, can i see him now?" you asked.
he sighed, his gaze softening a bit. he took a deep breath in, before speaking. "i'll try to talk to someone at the hospital. go to the dorms, i'll tell you what happens."
you gave mr aizawa an excited hug before complying, heading to your dorm room.
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