Chapter Fourteen

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Warning: minor cursing, mentions of injuries.

2270 words.

Hopefully my computer will be getting set up soon. I think this is the longest chapter I've written thus far, it's super fun! I should write long chapters more often! At the top is a picture I took of a squirrel.


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"I'm glad you guys are okay!" Only those involved will know what you got injured from though... I smile at the three boys who saved Japan from the Hero Killer, walking in on crutches with a wrap underneath some loose clothing I had brought from home, having been discharged just moments ago. There's a brace overtop of those bandages, holding my recovering lower back in place. I walk over to the beds of each of them, hugging each person gently over their arm wraps and casts, "These injuries look major! Sorry I couldn't help in mending some, I'm not quite at the point of healing internal damage yet, haha." I laugh nervously and lean my crutch up against myself so I can scratch the back of my head, "I bet you guys were totally awesome! From how much Stain was beat up, I'm sure of it!"

"It was nothing really..." Midoriya laughs nervously as well, then gets a serious look on his face, "What happened to you, Hinako-san?"

"Got thrown through a window, nothing major, just had some bits of glass in my back and a torn thing or two from the impact, nothing they couldn't fix." I wave off the question, "What happened to you?"

"Wait, you got thrown through a window?" Todoroki asks in his usual monotonous tone, though his face shows off concern.

"Oh yeah! I didn't tell you, did I?" I laugh off the growing hunger in my stomach as it growls, though I act as though I'm laughing sheepishly because of the fact I didn't tell Todoroki about the fact I got thrown through a window, "I was with Endeavor and you had just run off when I spotted a diner not far away, maybe down two alleys, and I saw someone poke their head up from under a table, so I asked Endeavor if I could go help them, he said yes. I get over there, and not even seconds before I get there, a Nomu thing flies in from nowhere and lands behind me as I'm turning around to see what was coming my way. The landing was so hard that the gust of wind sent me flying through a thick window, where the person I saw was. There ended up being about twelve people in total that I saved from that place." I say about because I don't want anyone to go thinking I counted them.

"You defeated one of those things?" Iida asks, the urge to chop his casted hands through the air flowing off of him, "How?"

"Woah, woah, woah, I didn't defeat it, not even close! I just stunned it long enough so we could make a run for it. I ended up kicking it into a trash dumpster." I correct, knowing full well that Stain was the one to defeat that bird looking Nomu, "The one I fought was the one that ended up getting Midoriya later." I look at the green-haired boy apologetically, "Sorry about that."

"It's not your fault!" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

"Why does it seem like every time I'm involved someone's hand gets messed up... am I a hand crusher?" I hear tidbits of Todoroki mumbling, which is a new thing for him I guess, but I decide to say my farewells and take my leave so that I don't get caught up in whatever that conversation will be.

Endeavor stops me in the hallway near their room, though, "Hinako, I'd like to speak with you a moment, then you will return to U.A. for the rest of the internship period." He claims, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. I walk over, using my crutches as support, and stand in front of him, his menacing presence lighter for the moment, "I heard that you saved some civilians and that's why you injured yourself, I saw some media reporters outside but was able to deter them from entering the building. They wish to speak with you, though, so don't get mobbed. I may need you in the future." He then stalks off down the hall towards the stairs.

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