𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

"memories feel like weapons."

"(y/n), what were you thinking going after Stain?" Madam President questions, a serious look on her face as she looks across her desk at you.

You knew that it was practically inevitable that you would get in trouble for leaving that party to go help your friends fight a villain, but what were you supposed to do? Just leave them there helpless?

"Isn't it my job to fight villains?" You respond, crossing your arms as you speak to the woman, "I wasn't just going to leave them hanging. It was obvious that they needed help."

"It's your job when we want you to fight villains, not just whenever you please." 

"Then what's the point of me having my license? I'm supposed to help when I'm needed." You tell her, trying to explain your reasoning as to why you went to help your classmates.

Madam President looks at you, obviously displeased, "You're missing the point here. You lied to me, left an important event, and fought a villain when you weren't instructed to even though there were plenty of heroes only a few blocks away."

"Those heroes obviously weren't aware of the situation. And besides, Stain is a villain that we've been trying to track down for a while now, isn't it a good thing that we caught him before he could hurt anyone else?"

"You are only to engage in a fight when you are told to. Understood?"

"Yes, Madam President..."

You didn't like how that conversation went down. At all.

You completely thought that you were in the right here, but you also knew that arguing, even if it was to make your case, would only get you into even more unwanted trouble.

It felt like that was how most of your conversations went with her at this point.

She was like family to you in a way, even though you didn't like it.

Sometimes, it would even make you wonder if the previous president of the Commission used to treat your mom the same way Madam President treated you.

"Wait, so we're not supposed to take any long trips over summer vacation?" Ochaco asks, a slightly surprised look on her face.

"Yeah, apparently that's what the school said." Jirou tells her.

"How unfortunate," Momo starts, placing her hand on her chest and looking down at her desk, "I was supposed to spend several weeks touring Venice with my parents."

"What is your life?" Ochaco says, falling backwards. You catch her in your arms, pulling her back up to her feet.

"Aw, and I just bought, like, a bajillion new swimsuits." Mina pouts, slouching over.