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Dear Diary - Scars that heal

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Dear Diary

Waking up the next morning, I realised that university was starting again. I slowly got out of bed and glanced at my bandages in the mirror. It was finally time to take them off. Carefully, I unwrapped them, revealing the partially healed wounds. They weren't fully healed yet, but I had been instructed to see Recovery Girl to finish the healing process. I needed to hurry in.

I quickly pulled on my uniform, noticing that this time it had short sleeves, allowing my tattoos to be visible. As I adjusted the fabric, I admired the designs on my arms—a reminder of my own little adventures. Popping on the school jumper for the journey in, I grabbed my bags and headed out the door, determined to make the most of the day despite the lingering soreness.

The campus was bustling with activity as I arrived, students walking about, eager to be back. It felt good to be surrounded by the familiar energy of university life. I made my way to the infirmary, my heart beating a little faster as I thought about seeing Recovery Girl. She always had a way of making me feel better, not just physically but emotionally too.

As I entered the infirmary, she greeted me with a warm smile. "Good morning! I see you're ready to get those wounds fully healed." "Good morning," I replied, smiling back. "Yes, I am. Thank you for seeing me."

"Of course," she said, guiding me to a chair. "Let's take a look." I sat down, feeling a mixture of anticipation and relief as she began to examine my injuries. She carefully examined my wounds, her gentle touch reassuring. "You've done well with the healing so far. This won't take long," she said, pecking me which allowed her magic to finish the healing.

Within minutes, the pain subsided, and I felt a renewed sense of strength and tiredness. "All done," she announced with a satisfied nod. "Remember to take it easy, though. Just because you're healed doesn't mean you should overexert yourself." "I will, thank you," I promised, feeling grateful for her care. Leaving the infirmary, I felt a wave of relief. The sun was shining, and I felt lighter, more optimistic about the day ahead.

I headed towards the classroom, my steps quickening with anticipation. Walking in, I spotted Sero and Kirishima and decided to catch up with them. We started chatting about our weeks, sharing laughs and stories. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Bakugou walked in, his hair swept to the side in an uncharacteristic style.

I couldn't help it—the sight was too much. I burst into frantic laughter, doubling over . Sero and Kirishima, catching sight of Bakugou's hair, quickly joined in, their laughter echoing through the room.

"Stop laughing!" Bakugou snapped, his face turning a shade redder. But I couldn't stop. I covered my face, trying to stifle my giggles, but they just kept coming. Feeling a bit mischievous, I stood up and walked over to him, still chuckling.