𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨

"this is the last time i'm asking you why."

"If only I'd rescued her then, even if I had to use force. At least she'd be safe." Izuku says to himself, looking down at the table.

Mirio was doing the same. You could very easily tell that the two of them were having a hard time dealing with the whole situation.

"It's not your fault. It would have only made matters worse if you tried to save her on that day." You try to reason with him.

You were feeling pretty down yourself.

Obviously your situation was much different from that of the little girl's, but you felt for her.

She was being used for her Quirk, much like you had been for most of your life.

Along with that, her body was being used to make bullets. 

Your body was being used to shoot bullets.

The doors opened, making everyone look up to see who it was. 

"Is this a funeral or something?"

"Mr. Aizawa, hello, sir." Tsu says to the man, being the only one to speak up.

"Call me Eraser Head outside of school. You know, it's just my luck. Before you got involved in this, I was going to recommend that your work studies be suspended."

Kirishima stands up, a shocked look on his face, "What? Why would you do that?"

"You were listening when he said the League of Villains is involved, right? That changes things."

He was right. That did change things.

Your class specifically had multiple run-ins with the league already. 

Another one could only end badly.

It seemed as if one way or another, it always did.

But in your case, you had gone on full-scale missions against the League of Villains, much like the one to rescue Bakugo.

Your classmates? Not so much.

"Here's the deal. Midoriya..." Aizawa starts, his hand on the back of his neck, "You still haven't proven I can trust you again. Unfortunately, I'm positive that if I try to stop you now, you'll do something reckless and attempt to take things into your own hands. And I'm sure that you'll get (y/n) to give you some intel like she always does."

Those words made you actually pay attention to what he had to say.

Sure, it wasn't like what he said was a lie, but how did he know that you had been giving Izuku information like you did the night that he and a few others wanted to save Bakugo?

"I'll only say this once, in case it gives you a little peace of mind. Just because you didn't hold onto her this time, doesn't mean you didn't give Eri hope. So keep looking forward."

You look up at the man, an almost concerned look written all over your face. 

He knew you too well at this point. He knew how you would get when it came to your classmates being in danger.

"(y/n), come on. I think that we need to have a conversation." He tells you, motioning for you to follow him as he leaves the room.

You followed him out to the hallway, standing in front of him and waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I know that you don't want them to do this. I don't either. I don't even want you to be doing this, but we both know that there isn't any turning back now." He says, noticing each time that your expression changed.

"But what if they get hurt and I can't help them?" 

"If you keep thinking like that, it's just going to get you nowhere." He sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder, "And I've known you long enough to know that that's not the only thing that's bothering you. Care to tell me what's really on your mind?"

Were you going to tell him what you had done?

Were you really willing to tell someone that wasn't your mom that you killed someone with your Quirk under Madam President's orders?

You couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"It's just that- um, I..." You couldn't even find the right words to describe how you were feeling without giving away what you did, "What if I accidentally hurt someone with my Quirk? Like, really badly."

"You're lying to me." He says almost instantly.

He really did know you too well.

He could tell a lie from the truth from a mile away, whether for better or worse.

"What's really on your mind? You know that whatever it is, I'll keep it a secret."

"Do you promise that you'll keep it a secret?"

"I promise, kid. You can tell me."

After a few moments of trying to work up the courage to speak up about your current situation, you decided to do it.

"Obviously you already know how I do all of my hero work under the Commission. But, they- um, they made me use my Quirk against someone..."

"(y/n), you have to tell me the full truth. Not just the half truth. What really happened? And don't try to play this off, either. You've been way more jumpy and anxious recently, especially during Quirk training."

"It's just that it's hard for me to say." You admit, letting out a sigh before finally telling him the truth as quietly as you could so only he would hear you, "They made me kill someone. I swear, I really didn't want to. They told me I didn't have a choice, and he was trying to kill me, and-"

"Calm down. You're okay. Does anyone else know?"

"I've only told you and my mom, that's it. But it happened weeks ago now, and I've been too scared to say anything to anyone."

"I won't tell anyone, okay? But I wish you would've told me sooner, then maybe you would've been in a better state of mind for this mission."

"You're not mad at me?" You ask, your voice shaky.

You couldn't believe that you told him what you did.

But you weren't going to tell him anything else other than that.

Not about how you were constantly having missions thrown at you, not how you were being overworked in training, and certainly not how Madam President treated you.

You didn't really know what you were scared of happening, but you were scared nonetheless.

"Why would I be mad at you? It's not your fault."

"But it is my fault. I killed somebody using my own Quirk."

"Not on your own will you weren't. I can only imagine how much this has been affecting you, and you've been dealing with this all on your own."

"It's not like I can't handle it. It's just been worrying me ever since then that I'll hurt somebody."

You weren't going to hurt anyone else.

You couldn't bring yourself to do it after that night.

And what if they made you kill someone again? What then?