If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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"hello?" I call out, my voice loud. "Is anyone there?"
I don't get a response.
Sitting down, I feel someone else's presence.
"Hello?" I call out again.
"I remember the days when everyone was innocent" I hear.
"Who is that?!" I scream.
"Oh my fucking God stop screaming"
"sorry" I apologize.
"WAIT ARIA?!"
"Who"
"What the hell- ARIA IT'S LUCY"
"LUCY?!"
"YEAH WHO ELSE IS HERE?"
"I DON'T KNOW"
"BRO IT'S CAYDEN"
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My breaths short and raspy, I ask the million dollar question.
"Why does life hate me so much?"
Fever dreams, typical, judging that the memory knife definitely wasn't clean. It's an Infection. Even though it's probably really infected, I still drag myself up to go scavage for hydrogen peroxide and the bandages.
Making my way painfully to the bathroom, I open the door and completely ignore that Cayden was following me.
"Why are you following me" I ask, my voice breathy and sounding terrible.
"Damn, what happened to you?"
"Infection"
"Whoops"
I grab the hydrogen peroxide and bandages and take them back to the room. I set them on the bedside table, propping my leg up with a folded blanket.
I grab the hydrogen peroxide and pour some into the cap. I cup my hand below my leg to catch the drippings.
"OWWWWW FUCK SHIT BITCH HOE!" I scream.
I quickly bandage the cut up, wrapping it tightish. Turns out, Cayden was watching me the entire time.
"What" I ask, sighing a sigh of relief that I would hopefully be able to walk better now.
"You're overdramatic. It couldn't have hurt that bad"
"Let's make a deal, you go out and you hurt yourself. Then we play patient and doctor. I'm the doctor. You're the patient. How about that?" I ask.
"Sure. I'll go kill another person"
"WAIT WHAT THE HELL"
"Shut up"
"No, YOU KILLED SOMEONE!?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"I can't deal with your bullshit anymore"
"Well you're not leaving"
"Yeah, I am!"
"I will kill you if you try to leave"
"I. Can't. Die!"
"Remember! If there's nothing left to bring back, you won't come back! You're not immortal, you're nothing! Nothing at all!"
I sit on the bed, feeling the softness of the blanket.
"I know. But let's be honest. You don't have the guts to kill me"
"And why do you think that?"
"There was a saying once, by a traitor"
"Okay"
"The first fight in all of our friendship happened because you opened some weird my hero academia portal and now whoever knows you gets teleported into the world!"
"Wait, you did not just go there"
"You're a traitor"
"I'm not a fucking traitor! Aoyama is!"
"YOU LEFT! YOU FUCKING LEFT!"
"Just because I left doesn't mean I'm a traitor!"
"YES, IT DOES"
"Then prove it! Is aoyama gone? No! Is hawks gone? No!"
"Keep Hawks' name out of your goddamn mouth"
We both go silent.
"I never remembered you standing up to people"
"I'm a different person now"
"And I respect that. But so am I, and you don't seem to respect that"
"Because I don't. You were never this angry, you never-"
"It's because of you!"
"No, it's not!"
"Yes, yes it is!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes, now please stop arguing with me about something that isn't fucking true!"
"NO!"
"I HAVE THE FUCKING KNIFE IN MY HAND, RIGHT NOW"
"STOP SCREAMING!"
"THEN WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!"
"Cayden, Aria. Come downstairs" Dabi interrupts our banter. "And clean up that blood, it's dripping from the ceiling downstairs"
"That's all you have to say?" I ask.
"Listen, it's gonna make the place smell like death, not that Little death over here hasn't already" Dabi answers.
"Uh- Little death?"
"Yeah, that's my villain name!"
"Oh- that's... Definitely something?"
"You hate it, don't you"
"No! No, no, no, no, no! It's definitely- definitely something!"
"What happened to your leg" Dabi asks, moving his gaze to the bloodied bandage on my calf.
"Why don't you ask Little death?" I tell him, looking at Cayden.
"What the hell did you do this time?" He asks Cayden.
"I just made sure she can't escape, jeez"
"What did Crusty say about doing shit that isn't necessary?"
The pain starts to set in, I wrap myself up with the blanket so I can wipe away my tears.
"Fine, I won't do it again"
"Great, now go downstairs so I can sort shit out with the problems you cause"
He scoffed and left.
"Thanks, Dabi. You're the only person I have now"
"You're welcome, kid. My family sucked so I ended up working for ole' Crusty"
"Yeah-"
I winced at the pain, it was growing.
"You should go, otherwise you'll have to watch me be in pain until the gash starts healing" I say, my bad leg restless against the floor. "And while you're going, ask Hawks when he'll be back"
"Will do, bye kid"
I don't respond, he stays.
"Get better soon, okay?"
I nod, he leaves.
He's so nice to me.
I take the blanket off, immediately being gusted by the cold air. I shiver, standing up to grab the hydrogen peroxide and bandages to change them.
I unwrap my leg, seeing the severity of the damage. The gash had become infected, like I thought it was, and hadn't fully clotted. I do the same process, pouring the hydrogen peroxide into the cap and pouring in on the gash. Not the most effective way to do it, but it's not like I'll be leaving anytime soon at this point.  I rewrap the gash, more tight this time. Maybe it will get better. I screwed the cap onto the bottle and placed it on the floor near where I was sitting.
"Aria! Do you need something to eat!" I hear from downstairs.
I stand up, my body trembling. Using the wall and objects around me, I slide down the stairs.
"Oh, I was just about to go get you. Do you need anything to eat?"
"Yeah, i can cook"
"It's fine, you don't have to"
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, you're sick"
"It's not contagious, it's a bacterial infection from a dirty knife"
"Germs"
"Fine, what do you have?"
"Well since you're sick, you probably should eat something light. Maybe a bowl of cereal?"
"Sure, what kind do you have"
"チェリオス"
"Huh?"
"Cheriosu"
"I don't know what that is"
"Honey flavored cereal that are circles like a donut ?"
"Ohh, you mean Cheerios?"
"Cheriosu, yeah"
"Sure"
He left to go get the yellow box, then poured some into a bowl. The whole process took about five minutes. That seems like a long time because it is a long time.
"Here" he hands me the bowl.
"What the fuck, dry cereal?"
"We ran out of milk, jeez"
"Oh, okay"
I take the bowl and sit on the couch, reminiscing about the familiar taste of Cheerios. I've forgotten what some foods taste like. I even forgot what simple pizza tastes like.
I looked in the bowl and saw that I had finished about 3/4 of it.
"So I know you have another place where you live. Where is it?"
"I can't disclose that information. You're still with the heroes"
"That doesn't mean I'll tell anyone"
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Do I look like I have the capacity to tell an untelling worthy secret?"
"No. But we're going there permanently when the liberation front starts"
"The- the liberation front?"
"Yeah, Crusty started some basement organization with a bunch of villains"
I set the bowl next to me.
Nausea. Nausea. Nausea.
"You look a little pale. I already know the answer, but are you okay?"
"I don't feel good"
"Like sick in general? Or-"
"Like nausea"
"Oh hell no, I am not dealing with that again"
He storms off, Cayden was approaching him. I stand up, looking at my hands. Blurry. I look at the wall. Blurry. I look at Cayden and Dabi. Blurry.
Even with my shitty vision, I try to stumble my way to the bathroom. I take careful steps, counting in my head.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
I have to stop to catch my breath, that's how exhausted I am.
8, 9, 10.
Another break.
11, 12, 13, 15. Wait did I count that right?
Another break.
16, 17.
Everything hurts.
I crumble and crack, falling to the ground.
"Fuck...." I whisper.
I look back at Dabi and cayden, who seem oblivious to the situation I'm having right now.
I look at the ceiling, I'm still fully conscious, just out of it.
I pick myself up, dragging myself to the bathroom, where I can be sick in peace.
I make it inside, shutting the door, but not locking it.
I look at my leg, taking the bandages off to get a better look at it.
Red and inflamed. Still infected. I don't know why I thought it would go away within a day. That's not how the healing process works. I should know that.
"Hey Aria, you in there?" I hear from outside the door.
"What- I- Yeah?"
"What the hell was that?"
"Huh?"
"The start of that sentence?"
"Oh"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess"
"Aria, I'm coming in"