If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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"Aria!"
"Aria, wake the hell up!"
"Aria, Shigaraki will kill you if you don't get your ass up"
"Come on, you can't die now!"
"ARIAAAAAA"
"ARIA"
"Aria, wake the fuck up, this isn't funny!"
"She's fine!"
"Shut the fuck up Bakugou!"
"RAAAAAAAH"
People were calling my name.
"She's moving!"
"She's awake!"
"SHUT UPPPP"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BAKUGOU"
"RAAAAAAAH"
I sat up, my eyes open.
"Shit, that's bright"
A box slammed down Infront of me.
TAMPAX: Small pads
"And you assume I'm a small" I said, groaning at the fact he was right.
"You're welcome too" he said, walking back to his bag to grab his vodka.
He unscrewed the cap, taking a small sip and putting it back.
I grabbed the box and carefully walked towards the bathroom.
I closed the door, shutting it and locking it behind me.
I glanced at the sink cupboard and gulped, trying to resist the urge.
No, Aria, you aren't a Vicodin addict like Dr. House.
Or are you?
Nausea rose from my stomach, and I hunched over the toilet.
Blood spewed out, I felt exhausted already.
Should I?
There was another box I forgot about.
Snap out of it, Aria.
My body acted before my brain could comprehend the situation.
I opened the cabinet, taking both boxes out.
I opened them both.
Vicodin with no label in the box from before.
Random medications mixed in with each other.
Hydroxycloroquine. Who had malaria? Looks like nobody did because the name is scratched off.
Methylphenidate prescribed for Dabi? Damn.
Chlorothaladone. For nobody. Again.
Diazepam. Nobody.
The rest is Vicodin.
Wait- is that?
SINGULAIR!
I grabbed the bottle, taking out three pills.
That should be about a months worth based off of the dosage.
I chewed the pills, only before realizing I couldn't eat anything without throwing it up.
I looked at the Vicodin box again.
"Fuck me" I said, grabbing a bottle and unscrewing the cap.
I quietly tipped the bottle over, one pill falling out and into my hand.
I sighed.
I swallowed the pill dry, still not remembering.
I quickly put the boxes back, flushing the toilet.
I grabbed a towel off the towel holder and ran it under the sink.
I wiped my legs and arms off, then my stomach.
The Vicodin kicked in, I felt better than ever.
I grabbed a brush and tried brushing through my knotted hair.
By the end, I looked like a pom-pom.
I opened the door, making my way back to the room.
"Are you ever gonna give me my hoodie back?" Dabi asked.
"No, I think I'll keep it until my funeral" I said.
"Don't even, Aria" Aizawa said, staring at me intensely.
I have a problem with not sharing things.
Like, really, really bad.
"Shigaraki took my phone while I was telling Mic how fun it's been here" Aizawa said. "I didn't even get to tell him that you were here!"
I listened to him rant about Mic, then about the ransom video and how Midnight thinks I'm their kid.
The Vicodin had completely worn off at this point, leaving me trying to act as normal as possible.
I nodded to everything he was saying, then I started to tear up.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm in pain, Aizawa, haven't you caught on already?"
My leg was twitching, I had to hold it down.
"Why did it take you so long in there?"
"I forgot how to put them in" I lied. "I have terrible memory"
"You took more pills, didn't you?" Aizawa- asked.
"What? No-"
"Hawks and Dabi explained what it was like for you. You were fine and then you were in excruciating pain all of a sudden. You took it. I know you did"
What?
The next thing I knew, I was back over the toilet, Aizawa by my side.
I was dry heaving the pills, there was no more blood to be thrown up.
I was so tired but so energetic at the same time.
"I'm sorry" I cried.
"I know you are. You don't have to apologize after everything you do"
I nodded.
"Wait" I said. "How did I get here?"
"I carried you? You half passed out when I hugged you so I brought you here so you wouldn't die"
"Why can't you just let me give up?"
"Because you have too much to live for"
"Yeah, my cousins and you"
"Me?"
"Yeah, my parents got paid to give me to them. You're my dad now, aren't you? They were going to abuse me there, so it's great I got kidnapped on day one"
He sighed.
"I knew those people weren't good parents"
I coughed, my head feeling heavy and my body feeling so light.
I shakily lifted my hand and flushed the toilet.
I moved back to Aizawa and leaned against his side.
He's 6'0 somehow.
I'm only 5'0, if that.
He put his arm around my shoulder.
I had stopped crying by then, my throat hurt from throwing up.
"Did you know that your throat can turn inside out if you throw up too much?" I asked.
"No, I didn't"
I smiled.
"Where did you even get the pills?"
I pointed to the sink, and Aizawa lifted his arm up. He walked towards the cabinet, opening it. 
"These?" He held up the antiinflammatories.
"No. Those are Shigaraki's. They're in the other two boxes that say DO NOT OPEN" I mimicked the labels.
He rummaged through everything I hid them behind and pulled out the two boxes.
"These?"
"Yeah"
He opened both of the boxes, rummaging through them and sighing.
"Hydroxycloroquine, methylphenidate, chlorothaladone, Vicodin, singulair, diazepam, and-" he stopped listing the names off. "Shit"
"What? What's the name?"
"Aria, it's your painkillers. These aren't just medications prescribed for them, these are meds they steal from people they kidnapped or killed"
"Shit that is crazy"
"Aria, language"
He took out my painkillers.
"You gonna give me any?"
"No, and I won't. Not until after you get to a hospital"
"They're not going to let you take me to the hospital" I choked out, tears streaming down my cheeks and into my neck. "I guess that's also pretty fair, I'm kind of a drug addict now"
"No, you're just stupid"
"I'm not stupid, I'm Aria"
He smiled.
"I like it when you smile" I said. "It makes me happy that I can make others happy"
"No, it's because you have no sense of sarcasm"
"I know sarcasm"
"Not really "
"Oh really? Ask my friends I'm sarcastic all the time!"
The bathroom door opened.
"Here. Order a pizza" He Handed the phone to Aizawa. "A large cheese pizza and a large pepperoni pizza. Don't screw it up"
Aizawa grabbed the phone, looking at it and looking at me.
That's my goddamn phone.
I don't have a password on that piece of shit.
Fuck.
He probably went through my photos and texts and videos and contacts and-
"I'm busy, you do it" Aizawa handed the phone to me.
"What the heck man?! I'm terrible at talking on the phone!"
I looked at the number, cancelling it when he wasn't looking.
Instead, I looked at my conversations with my friends before that portal ate me.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I miss my friends"
"What about your family?"
"Yeah, I miss them too"
I noticed that the messages I sent to one of my friends had gone through.
I looked at the phone icon on the corner of his contact.
Should I?
I pressed the button, a voice picked up.
"I can't get through to anyone else and a weird ass purple portal ate me. Now I'm in a glass building surrounded by a loud man with tall ass blonde hair, a purple haired lady with big titties, a guy with guns, an old man with yellow hair, and a white haired dude that looks awesome"
"Cayden, we got teleported to the universe of my hero academia. Ummmmm you're in UA. I'm with the league of villains. Meet call me"
He hung up, I got a notification a few seconds later for a meet call with Cayden.
I answered.
"Heyyyy sorry I look like shit I just woke up a half hour ago and I've been sitting here for five minutes with people surrounded by me"
"Eh, you always look like shit, anyways-"
"Aria, language"
"Who's that?"
"Oh yeah, Aizawa, hawks, and Bakugou are here too somehow"
I lifted the phone up so he could see my torso.
"I got shot a couple times and stabbed once"
"Holy shit are you okay?"
"What the fuck do you think when you find out your medically knowledgeable best friend gets shot and stabbed? What the hell do you think?"
"I think you're perfectly fine"
"You're fuckin' wrong bitch"
"Damn"
"Yeah"
"Well, the heroes are signalling for me to give them the phone so bye"
"CAYDENNNNN"
He hung up.