To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Twenty-One

Warning: cursing, severe injury based off a true story.

1855 words.

Okay, allow me to explain. During a cross-country race at the beginning of the year about a year ago, I took a sharp right with a totally exhausted and out of shape body. I felt a pop, then a massive amount of pain, then did some lopsided sprint thing the ten or so feet to the finish line. Once I passed the finish line I fell to the grass and completely lost control of my body, moaning and shaking, I even wet myself. It was the scariest thing to ever happen to me. Turns out I got an iliac crest fracture right at a spot where my body was still developing. The trauma from that event caused a labrum tear in the socket of my right hip that I'm getting surgery for here in the winter. The worst part about that injury, other than everything I just listed, was that I am severely allergic to grass, so I was sneezing, and it jerks my body when I sneeze, so I was in an enormous amount of pain.

Today's song is "If it doesn't hurt" by Nothing More. Solid 100,000/10 and they get an extra 5/5 for fitting this chapter perfectly :) 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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"Amajiki-senpai!" I shout ahead of me, running to catch up with the navy haired boy, his anxiety radiating off every pore as he shivers when I call his name, turning slightly to see me. We met the Big Three just the other day, Mirio sweeping the floor with Class 1A, and was with Amajiki leaning against the wall as he muttered about Mirio's strength. I also learned that Mirio is the blonde I've been seeing running in the early mornings on occasion, being that he knew my face when he walked into the classroom, "I heard you were inviting Kirishima-san to internship at FatGum's agency with you, mind if I tail you guys? I'm supposed to be trailing Class A's progress and haven't gotten much on him."

"..." He quivers as I stand next to him, murmuring something about potatoes, "Sure, fine. It'd probably be more interesting with Mirio, though."

"Sir Nighteye hated me." I chuckle nervously, scratching the back of my head, "Kicked me out as soon as I walked in, said I'm too 'spontaneous' or something." I look down at the ground with a sigh, scuffing the ground with the toe of my shoe, "So I figured I'd either do you or Hado-senpai, but she already has enough girl power for one work study so I'm asking you first."

Amajiki hums in agreement, muttering more stuff about potatoes under his breath, "I'll take you to meet him I guess." He stares off into the distance, body slouched but still tall, "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that works." Tomorrow is a weekend, and I think Midoriya is going to meet Sir Nighteye tomorrow so that works as an excuse for me not to tail him, although I think Toshinori-sensei would understand being that Mirio has to show Midoriya to Nighteye being that he can't do it himself over personal things, "See you then Amajiki-senpai."

Amajiki blushes, "...quit it with the senpai already." He mutters, clearly embarrassed as he stuffs his hands into his pockets, "See you." He walks off into the distance towards the third-year dormitories, still blushing because of the ball of anxiety he is. I can empathize with him, having to overcome social anxiety myself, but to be a third year and still get flustered around people? I bet I'll be in his shoes at that point. Definitely not skill wise, but anxiety wise it's a given.

Thinking of skills, it's almost my allotted time to use Gym Gamma, I better get over there. Aizawa was kind enough to give me training opportunities, so I need to grab onto those opportunities with everything I've got and not let go. With Kurogiri out of the picture I don't have a mentor, but the U.A staff knows when I'll be in there if anyone needs to know where I am. I practically run to the gym, being in my jumpsuit from my work in the studio today having an advantage over being in comfortable clothes and having to change.