If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

26

I'm out of the hospital now.
The family fostering me are supposedly waiting in the waiting room.
I don't trust them.
I don't think they're going to like me.
I don't even like myself.
I hate my scars.
Why do I have so many scars?
Because I'm reckless.
Am I?
"Aria, your phone is in that bag right there, call me if you ever need anything. I trust you enough to know you'll be safe and not die" Aizawa said.
"I know. I don't want to be here any longer" I said. "I don't want to be in the hospital ever again"
He smiled.
"Let's go then"
I walked out with him.
The people who are fostering me are In front of the check in.
I turned around and wrapped my arms around Aizawa. This could be the last time I ever see him.
He put him arms up like he didn't know what to do.
"I'm going to miss you" I said.
"Me too. But you'll be safer with them"
I let go of him.
"I'll see you soon" i said.
I walked towards the people and they started laughing and smiling.
"Hey sweetie, Aria?" The mom said.
"That's me" I replied.
"Let's go home, Aria"
I walked with them to their car, which was an immediate red flag.
A white minivan. They only have one kid. And it's me.
They opened the automatic door and I hopped in.
As the doors shut, I thought about every possible thing that could go wrong.
"Let's address the rules, shall we?" Mom asked.
I nodded, and she looked in her mirror.
"You call us ma'am and sir. In public, mom and dad. Got it?" Mom asked again.
"Yes ma'am" I said.
"Don't ask questions. You'll be allowed outside to play outside, or to go run arends for us. You'll also have to clean the house. Got all that?"
"Yes ma'am"
"Honey, don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Dad asked.
"We're getting paid for her to live with us, it's fine!"
They started arguing about what to do with me.
Use her as a maid
Treat her as our own
Use her as a maid
She's just a kid
She's almost a teen
She's not a teen at all
Almost
No
Yes
Please
No.
"You can't have your phone either" she said.
"Yes, ma'am" I said. "But i don't have a phone"
"Great then"
Aizawa wouldn't be too happy if I didn't lie.
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When we pulled into the driveway, the first thing I noticed was the size of the house.
It was tiny.
"Our house isn't much, so you'll sleep in a closet in the stairs"
I'm not Harry fucking Potter, am I?
"We have a mattress for you, so you can sleep on it. The closest is relatively small, but you should be able to use It for all of your needs"
I look at my wrist.
2
Two?
I didn't die?
"Hello?" Mom asked " do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am"
She opened the door and I watched as she unlocked the door.
She set the keys down on the table against the wall.
She pointed to the stairs, a door under them.
"That's your room" she says.
I walked over to the room and examined the surroundings.
An old pull light switch.
A mattress on the floor
A few books on the floor.
"Make yourself comfortable, you can go outside later today"
I shut the door behind me.
What about food?
I set the bag the hospital gave me down and turned the light on.
The light was dim, which didn't necessarily matter because of the amount of space that needed light.
I started organizing the things in the room, Along the things I brought back from my dorm room.
It.
A blanket
Clothes
My phone that I'm not supposed to have
I took my shoes off.
I put my blanket on my mattress and started skimming through the books left in the room.
Holy shit it's the holy grail.
Merriam-Webster medical dictionary
Complete medical dictionary
Anatomy and physiology
Diagnosis
THE HOLY FUCKING GRAIL
Someone must have been a medical student. Someone must have been a medical professional.
I started flipping through the pages, coming across advanced medical terms, such as hyperthyroidism.
I always loved the idea that I would become a doctor.
I used to watch my mom's medical shows with her when I was younger.
I practically grew up on Grey's Anatomy, 911 lone star, and Chicago med.
People don't understand how important Career aspirement is. If you think you're going to become a scientist, most kids who think that, and build a solid base to support their education on that subject, end up working in that field.
I had a point in my life where I wanted to be so many different things all at once. I used to say;
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" People would ask me.
Most kids would respond like this;
"A scientist, because I wanna cure cancer!"
"An astronaut, because I love space!"
"A doctor, because I want to help people!"
"A musician, because I play oboe!"
"A veterinarian, because I love animals!"
"An artist, because I love to draw and paint!"
"An author, because I like to write!"
But when they did a beginning of the school year get-to-know-me activity, they had to deal with me.
"What do you want to be, Aria?" The teacher asked, expecting something similar to what everyone else said.
"I- um" I would stutter.
"Don't be afraid, nobody will judge you" they would consult me.
"I wanna be a diagnostician when I grow up, because I like the idea of being able to work with rare and uncommon conditions that people may not know about. I also like the idea of being able to work with infectious diseases"
Everyone would say;
"Of course she would Wanna be something crazy"
"Ew"
But the teacher would continue to ask questions.
"And what disease would you like to work with most?" She would ask.
And i would have to tell her the truth, because who wouldn't when you're already being judged?
"I would wanna work with either Fibrodysplasia Ossficans Progressiva, or maybe polymorphous light eruption"
"That's very nice"
And she would continue down the line of students.
There was a knock on my door.
I hid my phone under the mattress.
"I need you to run a few errands for me, got it?" Mom asked.
"Yes ma'am" I replied.
I got up and put my shoes on.
I walked out the door, looking for the nearest shop, taking the grocery list out of my pocket.
It's dark now.
I don't think many shops will be open at this hour.
Definitely not at 7:00 at night.
But I still looked around.
I saw somebody standing near a street pole, looking oddly familiar.
From the black shadow I could see, I saw unkempt hair, a scarf, and big black boots.
Definitely Aizawa on patrol.
I don't know why he's even out here.
I walked towards the corner shop I thought would have everything mom and dad would need.
I walked in and was immediately stared at by the workers.
I looked at the list, trying to figure out what the hell any of these things were.
It wasn't in Japanese, they were oddly spelled.
I looked at the markers on the aisle, trying to figure out where everything was. Flour, eggs, milk, chicken, beef, corn tortillas, strawberry mochi, ramen, lettuce, and a child. What the hell is a child?
I'm not getting a child.
What does she even mean by cHiLd?
"Will that be all?" The woman at the counter asked.
"Yeah, that's it"
She asked.  I answered.
"How old are you?" She asked, concerned.
"Oh, I'm eleven"
The total came to $47.82 and I took a wad of cash out of my pocket that Mom had given to me and paid for the groceries.
When I left the shop, it was almost 8:00, and the street lights were illuminating the streets, glistening on the now rain glazed sidewalk.
It rained?
The person standing near the street light coming to the shop was gone, and I took that as a good sign.
"What's a little girl like you doing all alone out here?" A voice called out.
I turned around, the grocery bags rustling with every turn I made.
I heard footsteps coming towards me, and I watched as a black figure came into view, holding something I couldn't recognize.
"Who are you?" I asked the figure.
"That's not important. What is important is for you to keep your mouth shut and not move"
I don't understand.
"What-?" I asked, getting cut off when the figure held up the object, pointing it right at me.
I recognize the object now.
It's a .38 caliber gun.
I only know this because I did a project on van Gogh, and he committed suicide with the exact type gun.
What would happen if I committed suicide?
Snap out of your intrusive thoughts, Aria!
"Let's make this easy for both of us, shall we?" The figure asked once more, before taking the safety off the gun. "Any last words?"
"That's the second fucking time someone's ever asked me that! Oh my fucking God! My last words are; I would be much safer, unadopted at UA!" I said. I sighed. "Aren't you going to pull the trigger?"
"What?" They asked.
"Pull the trigger"
"Fuck, do you mean it?"
"You said it yourself, let's make it easy for both of us, shall we?"
"Holy shit" He said. "Are you suicidal or something?"
I laughed.
"I wanna be a diagnostician when I grow up"
"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" They asked, scared.
"In the art of diagnosis, you will make mistakes. You learn to help people. Most people who enter the field enter because they wanna help people. I only wanna join the field to work with infectious disease"
"I'm still very confused "
"Define persuasive"
"I don't fucking know what that means!"
"Authority?"
"No, but I do know one word"
"What is it?" I asked. "Kill?"
The shadow melted into a girl, blonde buns and yellow eyes.
Toga.
"Bang" She said.
There was a loud noise that left my ears ringing.
She fucking shot me.
As I felt myself fall backwards, Toga grabbed me with both hands, picking me up.
I felt pain in my stomach, an intense and growing pain.
At least she didn't shoot me in the head.
I can still die from my injuries.
I won't run, scream, or cry, because I can't.
Toga dropped the gun down the sewage opening and she carried me away as I watched the blood stain the concrete sidewalk.