Claws Out (Marvel x MHA fanfiction)

Chapter 8 - Roaring Sports Festival

True to his word, Aizawa woke the girl up when Hitoshi got home and the four of them went to lunch. 

It was a small, family style restaurant and Y/n was thankful for its comforting aura. As she was eating her Soba and listening to her dad's go on about the sports festival- Mic occasionally having to help the dark haired man eat through his bandages- the weight of the conversation she overheard earlier was heavy on her mind and finally cracked her will.

"...Do you guys think I'm unstable?" Her voice came out in a hushed tone, but the other three undoubtedly heard her, causing them all to sit in an uncomfortable silence.

Aizawa sighed and set his chopsticks down, "You heard us talking earlier, didn't you?" Y/n gave a small nod, never looking up from her plate, "No, kid, we don't think you're unstable. We just want to be cautious about how we proceed with your training and your social life. We were having the same type of conversations when we first adopted Hitoshi."

Y/n peered over to her brother, who was giving her a sympathetic look and nodding along, "Well what did you do for him, then? I don't... I don't want to be a problem for you guys."

Mic looked over at his husband with a cautious glance before responding, "...Well, we found him a good psychologist- someone who helps you work through your problems- and that helped him a lot. But... we know that something like that might not be a good fit for you."

The girl finally looked at her fathers, who looked like they were bearing the weight of this conversation right along with her.

What did Y/n want? The girl didn't want to be a burden on the people she had considered family, not anymore than she already was. But... how could anyone even begin to understand what she'd experienced? All the people who could were either dead or in prison.

"Don't worry, for your situation we'd look into hero trained therapists– people who specialized in trying to understand the darker and more complex side of what the world has to offer. But, again, this is for you to decide. We can't force you to do anything, I know it's not easy to talk about what happened." Her dad reached across the table and placed his hand on hers, rubbing his wrapped thumb across her skin.

Y/n flexed her wrists, "...If you think it would help, then... I'll do it. But I don't want anyone with a lot of facial hair, and I want a woman... and I want to see them before I talk to them." Hitoshi snorted at the facial hair comment, but wrapped his arm around her shoulders in a brotherly side hug.

"Thank you, guys. I'm sorry for bringing the mood down–"

The lavender haired boy cut her off, "Don't apologize. You're alright, we just want to help you in any way possible."

"You're gonna be okay, we promise." Mic grabbed her other hand and the small family had a moment of connection amongst themselves.

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After a particularly easy morning workload, everyone was buzzing with excitement. They were closer than ever to the sports festival and everyone was feeling a rush of school spirit, everyone except Y/n.

Everytime the girl thought about competing she just felt like throwing up, the idea of fighting people for fun made her feel a bit uneasy. It was a conflicting mindset: on one hand, she wanted to prove herself and to take part in a school custom alongside her classmates- but on the other hand- she didn't want to feel like she did when she was in the lab.

Once her power fully manifested, the doctor made her training include sparring. She had to fight the kids she wanted nothing more than to protect, she had to go against adults who had more time to hone in their skills, and sometimes... sometimes it didn't always go well. Sometimes people left the room with slash marks that oozed red, sometimes her opponents suffered permanent damage, and one time someone didn't leave the room at all.