If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

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We're all sitting at the table. Nobody has said a word. I think everyone's too busy trying not to comment on the fact I'm only eating the rice.
"Is there something wrong with the rest of the food?"
"Well I tried the sushi and it was pretty spicy" I say, not trying to sound rude. "No offence, my stomach can't handle anything past black pepper"
"Nah, it's alright! Everyone's different with spice tolerance" Kirishima says. "right guys?"
"Aria, we're whiter than you and you seriously can't even handle anything past black pepper?" Bakugou says. "that's just sad in my opinion"
What the hell?
"I mean you're right about you being whiter than me, I'm more middle eastern than white but pop off I guess"
"Pop off?"
"Yeah. Pop off."
"Alright then, let's just enjoy this meal that we all helped with, and then I think everyone got a gift!" Mina says, good for her, still being able to enjoy Christmas.
The door suddenly opens, Eri and Aizawa walk in. Everyone leaves the table to go hang out with Eri, who's dressed in a Santa outfit.
"Trick or treat!" Eri says, holding her arms in the air. Everyone seems to start tearing up over that.
"Wrong holiday, Eri" Aizawa says. "It's Christmas, not Halloween"
"Oh, well trick or treat!"
"Trick or treat, Eri!" Everyone says.
Everyone starts talking to Eri, about really anything they can think of to talk to her about.
"Oh, Eri, what's your favorite food?"
"Oh, Eri, what's your favorite color?"
"Oh, Eri, what's your favorite TV show or movie?"
"Oh, Eri, you're so cute, where'd you get that outfit from?"
Everyone seems to get a little more cheerful with every question answered.
"Hey Aria! Have you met Eri yet?"
I am choosing not to talk to her. I was being held captive by the very people who were holding her hostage and using her as a weapon.
"No, I haven't" I say.
"Come on! Go ask a question!" Everyone makes me get up and go sit next to her on the couch she was sitting on, as everyone watched.
Except I didn't have a question. Eri did.
"Hi," I say. "uh, how are you?"
"I remember you, your name is Aria"
How the fuck-
"I remember seeing you covered in blood and lying on the ground. You weren't moving and I thought you were dead"
What?
"What- why- when was that?" I ask, stuttering every word, so shicked that she even saw me.
"The man I was with. He brought me to you and said that If I tried to run away again, I would end up like you"
"Like me how?"
"Dead" Eri says, and then the mood seems to dim. Everyone kinda just goes silent.
"Aria, can I talk to you?" Aizawa says, his arms crossed. I get up, not even glancing at another person. I follow him to my dorm room, he closes the door behind us.
"What did you want to talk about?" I ask, actually wondering what he wanted to talk about. I don't think I did anything? "Did I do something?"
"No, you didn't do anything. Well you kind of did but I just wanted to confirm with you." he says,
What did I do this time?
He walks over to my bedside table, opens a drawer, pulling out an orange bottle, then closes the drawer.
"What's that" I ask, lying. I know what that is.
Shit
"Why don't you tell me?" He says, placing the bottle where I can grab it.
I grab the bottle, examining it.
Label reads:
Aria _______
Take one by mouth daily.
15 mg
Hydrocodone/acetaminophen
"Tell me what you think hydrocodone/acetaminophen is."
"I don't know, a pill?"
"You don't know what hydrocodone acetaminophen is"
"No, I don't"
"You are so fucking fake"
"What"
"You're lying and you know it"
"Okay, maybe those are my medications, I mean medication but-"
"There are multiple more of these?"
"It's called being shot eleven times in the stomach and having a pain problem, maybe you should read a book about it!"
"So there are multiple more pills?"
"Yeah, And I'm not telling you where they are"
"Aria."
"Aizawa."
"Where the hell are they?!"
"I'm not fucking telling you!"
"Aria, I am your legal guardian. If you don't tell me-"
"Tell you where the rest of my 'stash' is hiding? No, I don't think so, you'll send me to the mental health institution where they'll them lock me in the rubber room with rats"
"I promise, I won't send you to the mental hospital"
"I find that hard to believe"
"Aria, please"
"Aizawa, no"
"If you're addicted-"
"It's not an addiction. If you take them away, there's nothing else for the pain. I don't take more than what's prescribed. I swear on my immortality that I don't take more than two pills a day"
"Aria, at least tell me what the other one is so I can leave you alone about it"
"Fine," I say, sitting on my bed. "It's uh- something stupid like- duramorph"
"Morphine?"
"Yep"
"What else?"
"There is nothing else"
"There's always more, you should know this by now"
"And I know, that's why there isn't more"
"Great. I'm going back to see how much everyone else is traumatized from Eri's great description of your lifeless body"
"Right. Sorry about that too"
"It's nearly all she talked about when I first talked to her,"
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know... 'There was a girl named Aria laying dead on the floor covered in blood, and she had a gunshot through her chest' something like that"
"Shit"
"That's all you're going to say? 'shit' that's it?"
"What else am.i supposed to say? I already apologized. What else is there for me to do that I haven't already done?"
"Well you could sleep, because by the looks of it, you haven't slept for a thousand years"
"And you'd be correct. But I'm still not sleeping, I have another Christmas party to go to"
"Okay, well call me if you need me"
"I don't have a phone, remember?"
"Right"
"Eh, I know your phone number anyways. I'll talk to you later"
"Great"
He walks out.
Good thing he didn't find the other bottle of pills under my bed.