" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐑
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘,
𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎
𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐗𝐘𝐆𝐄𝐍."
⇨ In a world where justice is a flickering flame amidst a sea of corruption, a girl stan...
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i couldn't help but laugh as izuku's knuckles turned white against the steering wheel. he was gripping it like his life depended on it, and honestly, i couldn't blame him. after all, he'd never driven without his mom before.
"are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked for what had to be the hundredth time, his voice shaky as he glanced at me, then quickly back at the road.
"izuku, i'm fine," i replied, trying to keep my voice steady and reassuring. the truth was, i wasn't fine. the wounds from the usj attack still throbbed beneath my uniform, reminding me with every movement that i hadn't been strong enough.
but i couldn't let him see that. i couldn't let anyone see that.
"you don't have to push yourself, you know," he muttered, eyes flickering toward me again. "no one would blame you if you took some time to heal."
"and fall behind? not a chance," i said, forcing a smile. "i'm not about to let a few scratches keep me out of class."
he nodded, but i could see the worry etched into his face, the way his jaw clenched. he was so focused on keeping the car steady that he probably didn't notice the way my fingers trembled or the fact that i was digging my nails into my palms just to stay grounded.
the truth was, i wasn't just trying to prove something to everyone else—I was trying to prove it to myself. the usj attack had been a wake-up call, a harsh reminder of my limitations. aizawa-sensei had gotten hurt because i wasn't strong enough. and i'd been stupid enough to get injured too.
a sharp pang shot through my side as the memory surfaced, and i sucked in a breath, trying to push it down. i couldn't afford to be weak. not now. not ever.
izuku was still rambling about the rules of the road, clearly nervous about his first solo driving experience, but my mind was elsewhere. i couldn't stop thinking about the bouquet of flowers that had been left for me after the attack. they were strange—flowers, arranged with such care and precision that it almost felt ominous.
who had left them? why?
my fingers traced the edges of the bandages beneath my uniform, the ones covering the deeper cuts that hadn't fully healed yet. i couldn't let myself dwell on the flowers or the attack. not now. not when i was so close to proving that i wasn't as weak as i'd shown myself to be.
izuku pulled into the parking lot of ua, letting out a long breath like he'd just survived a warzone. i forced another smile, hoping it didn't look as fake as it felt.
"see? told you you could do it," i said, nudging him with my elbow.
he finally managed a small, nervous laugh, but his eyes were still full of concern.
