𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰

"You are aware of what could've happened out there, right?"

I didn't want to hear what he had to say, knowing I was in the right for having stood up for Midoriya. My hand tightened around the straps of my school bag, scowling as I knew he would give me a long lecture, "Hizashi already talked to me about it. I don't need to hear it from you too."

Aizawa groaned, rubbing his temple, "I don't care, Y/N. I need you to understand how easily things could've gone wrong-"

I cut him off, an exasperated expression plastered across my face as I laughed out sarcastically, "Aizawa I am not a little kid anymore giving other kids nosebleeds. I know how to control my fucking emotions now! Instead of scolding me why don't you go tell off blondie for not controlling his anger issues that led to the whole fight in the first place."

"Seriously? I thought you were better than just putting the blame on others. And watch your tone with me, Y/N."

I scoffed at his words, "I was just trying to defend myself and my classmate. What is so wrong about that?!"

Before the argument continued, both of our attentions were turned to the sound of someone entering the lounge as the door slid open and shut with a creak. I glanced over to spot my uncle who walked over with a concerned frown, "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Can we go?"

The yellow-haired man nodded hesitantly, "Uh sure, let me just say bye to Aizawa."

I shoved my hands into my pockets, striding past the taller male towards the door he had just entered through.

This day couldn't get any better.

My head began to pound, an aching feeling enveloping me as I came on with a sudden migraine. I desperately wanted to walk off on my own and not wait for Uncle Hizashi but he was my only ride back home. But the pain only grew worse as the time passed.

How long does it take to say bye to someone?

As if he read my mind, my uncle stepped out of the lounge and threw an arm around my shoulder, "Let's get going, shall we?"

Timeskip

My chin rested on my hand as I stared out the window of the moving vehicle. The tall city buildings loomed over us as we were driving back home, reminding me how big the city truly was. Even after moving in with my uncle into the heart of the city and having lived there for most of my life, I still couldn't grasp how many people lived there.

But of course, a bigger population meant a bigger villain issue.

The car came to a stop at a red light, my eyes focusing on a gas station with a large neon sign. The doors to the store burst open, a burglar sprinting out with a whole cash register held to his chest, dollar bills flying out, and coins dropping onto the cement sidewalk.