If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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"I can't have Aizawa deal with my ass for the third time in a few months, it's not fair for him"
"And he adopted you, that's because he cares. I mean, my dad never cared but he's an ass and Shigaraki fanboys over him" Dabi explains. "There's 2000 yen in that envelope, to use a pay phone or buy something"
"Thank you, Dabi"
He throws the envelope at me, I catch it.
"Be safe"
One word is etched in my mind.
Run.
I should probably grab a few things before I start thinking about opening the front door. I don't have my phone, so that's pointless. Grabbing a sweater from the drawer, I put it on and closed the drawer.
"I heard you and Dabi's conversation, you're not leaving" Cayden says. "We've talked about this, you'll leave when the hassaikai attacks"
"And how long will that be? Six months because you're a little bitch baby?"
"Yeah, more like a week"
"Wait- what?"
"We've been making some major progress and improvements lately, we're almost ready" he says. " the quirk erasing bullets still aren't permanent, but it's almost to that point "
"Cool, that's just wonderful, what you're doing"
"Wanna go outside for a while?"
"Are you asking me, the person who's planning on escaping, to go outside?"
"Your leg is still fucked up, that's why"
My leg isn't fucked up, it's actually perfectly fine.
"Yeah, it still hurts but it's manageable" I lied. "That's how I can do everything now"
"That's why you had a fever earlier"
"Yeah"
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Come on," he says.
I follow him down the stairs, into the alleyway behind the building, where he grabs a crate next to a dumpster.
"Sit, I'm not gonna do anything"
I sit on the crate, he sits on a three legged chair.
"Why did you take me here?"
"No reason, honestly"
He digs in his pocket and pulls out a small box. White, a red stripe down the middle.
"If that's what I think it is, you'd better not fucking Put that in your mouth" I say. "That shit will kill you by the time you're 20"
"Great, seven years closer to death"
He opens the flip top box, taking a cigarette out. He fishes in his other pocket for a lighter. He pulls out a black one with cartoon fire on it. Squiggly and fun looking, while using it for something so terrible.
"I don't care about my health" he says. "and I certainly don't care about yours"
"You cared when I told you my pulse was going at 140 beats per minute while resting"
"Different , that's a big issue"
"When I told you that I bruise easily and get random scars, you suggested leukemia"
"Also a big deal, that's the number one sign of leukemia"
"When I told you about what Audriana did"
He took the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke in my face.
"She sexually assaulted you, also a huge thing" he laughed.
"When I told you that I liked you" I say. "you said that you had a crush on me too. Did you lie? Did you not care then? Because you certainly don't care now"
He didn't respond, he was too busy trying to figure out if he cares or not.
"That was genuine" he says.
"And why are you doing this?"
He shrugged.
"I know what you did"
"Oh really? And what did I do?"
"I'll let you figure that out for yourself"
"Tell me"
He holds the cigarette in his mouth as he picks up a rock.
"No" he says. "It's your problem, you can figure it out. Like every other problem you've ever had"
"I haven't solved any of those things"
"Physically, yeah"
"Mentally? Absolutely not. I feel guilty for the things I don't even do"
"Like second-hand embarrassment but with guilt"
"Yeah, thats a perfect description of it"
Well this is going well.
"Uh- So that 'I know what you did' thing" I start. "What exactly did I do?"
"You really don't know?"
"No, is it that bad?"
"Yeah, it's actually horrible"
"I haven't heard anything about myself that's in a bad way. They're describing me like I'm Harry Potter, the 'girl who lived' bullshit"
"I've heard rumors circulating around that you like- killed a couple people" he says, almost sorry for me. "Have you really not heard anything?"
"Who-" I struggle to find the correct words in this situation. " Did they say a name when they said I killed someone?"
"They said that you've been helping the hassaikai. In which I know for a fact, you're not. They didn't mention names, they just said accomplices"
"Fuck me"
"It uh-"
"Who was talking about me"
"You see, I can't exactly tell you that-"
"My fucking Life is on the line, I can go to jail, juvenile, a rehabilitation center because i keep trying to kill myself! I need to know who said something "
I swear I could hear crickets while I was waiting for an answer.
"Well? Are you gonna tell me?"
"It's hard to explain"
"Yeah, it's hard to explain it, you told me, and now I want answers because I need this closure"
"Closure is for you to know who said something about you that wasn't true?"
"I have a system, don't poo poo it"
"what the hell I'm not poo pooing your system, you're just crazy"
"Not" 
"Aria, you wrote an 800 word essay on polio for language arts in sixth grade. That's pretty fucked up to me"
"Yeah yeah, at least I was good at the instrument I decided to play"
"You did not just go there "
"I believe I did"
Another awkward silence later and I was standing in front of a man, late thirties, maybe, Cayden next to me. The man was on the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Cayden held out his hand, the grey pistol with a red bullet inside the magazine. I look at Cayden with the look that says "I'm not putting up with your shit anymore, put it away"
"Please!" The man choked out. "please, I have a wife! She's seven months pregnant, I already have three children! Please, I'm begging you, spare me!"
Cayden looked back at me with disappointment, then looked at the man.
"Don't worry sir, it wouldn't kill you" he says. "What is your quirk?"
"I-" the man stutters. "I can regenerate my limbs?"
"Well this is a quirk erasing bullet inside of the-" Cayden pauses. "What's that thing again? The thing that holds the bullets?"
"The magazine, I think" i answer.
"Great"
"Please, don't hurt me, my wife can't support our family without me!"
Cayden turns off the safety on the gun and hands it to me.
"Don't fuck this up"
I stare at the gun for a while, looking at every piece and part, my reflection shining off of the metal.
"Hurry up, we don't have all day!"
"Please"
"Aria,"
"I have a wife and kids!"
"Aria."
"Please!"
"Shoot him!"
I drop the gun, it fires into the air and hits a dumpster.
"Great! You fucked up!"
Cayden sits down and picks up the gun.
"Well you cracked the casing, should be fine"
I stood there, it was like I couldn't move. Or talk, or breathe. I was frozen, the loud bang brings back memories, being kidnapped, shit several times, I wonder why he hasn't tried erasing my quirk to kill me for good.
"Aria, stop messing around and take the gun"
I tried talking, but all I could make out was "Are those the- the permanent bullets?" I choke out.
"Shit" he says. "Yeah- uh, they might be, i just grabbed whatever i saw first"
He looks at the man while fidgeting with the crack in the gun.
"Cayden, do you know what the fuck this means?" I ask.
He nods.
"Yep,"
My vision started to blur, tears filled my eyes, my nose started to run, my breaths came out in short gasps.
"Where did you get shot, I'll dig the bullet out" Cayden asks.
My stomach? Maybe my leg? Maybe my hip? Everything hurts, I can't focus on one area.
He sits down.
"I think- stomach?"
"Shit"
He cocks the gun, and shoots the man in the head.
The phone he had spoke.
"We've sent police to your location, hang in there"
"WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT HIS BRAINS OUT?!" I whisper, I can already hear the sirens.
He stood up and grabbed my arm, taking me through the alleyway. I didn't stop to question anything, as I  didn't want to die again. I saw red and blue lights flicker off of the brick walls and concrete ground, a door open and close, a gun cocking, and a familiar voice.
"Turn around with your hands above your head!"