The Villainess's Journey To Heroism

Chapter 23: Confrontation

Katsuki's POV

I spotted a picture book perched precariously on the edge of her table bed, its bright cover a stark contrast to the muted tones of her room. I snatched it up, flipping it open.

"What's your deal with All For One and Shigaraki?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity.

She didn't turn, her focus still on the book. "All For One adopted me when I was young. They raised me," she replied, her voice quiet, almost a whisper. "But I lost contact before entering U.A."

"Can't believe what I'm hearing," I grumbled, my brow furrowed. She didn't respond, so I pressed, "Does anyone else know about this?"

"Principal Nezu, probably Aizawa and the other teachers," she said, her voice barely audible.

I flipped through the pages, my eyes skimming over the photos. One image caught my eye, a snapshot of Hina and another girl, both dressed in...well, let's just say it was an outfit that made my cheeks burn.

"W...who's this in the photo?" I stammered, my gaze glued to the image.

Hina turned, her eyes widening as she saw the photo. Her face mirrored my blush, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She quickly shut the book, her voice flustered. "Y...you shouldn't be looking at those."

I could tell she was embarrassed, but why was she even wearing that outfit?

"Who was that besides you?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"My...my little sister," she mumbled, her gaze fixed on the floor.

"So that was you?" I teased, a grin spreading across my face.

"So what?!" she retorted, snatching the book and turning away.

She looked back at me, her eyes narrowed, her voice strained. "She forced me to wear it with her."

Seeing her so flustered made me laugh out loud, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in the room.

"It's not funny, Katsu!!" she exclaimed, her cheeks burning red.

"Who knew you looked this stupid when you're embarrassed?" I teased, my laughter echoing in the room.

Suddenly, she flung the book at my face, sending me stumbling back. I lost my balance, crashing into the table beside her bed, my hand knocking over the delicate vase. The crash echoed through the room, shattering the silence. Hina and I froze, our eyes wide with panic. We both knew someone would come knocking.

And they did.

"Hina? Did something happen? I heard a noise," Kirishima's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Y...yeah, I just accidentally broke the vase," she lied, her voice shaky.

"You didn't get hurt, did you?" He asked, his concern evident.

"No," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Can you open the door so I could help you clean it up?" he offered.

Hina glanced at me before answering. "No, no, it's fine."

"I'ma help you clean it up," he insisted, trying to open the door.

"Quick, hide," Hina whispered, her voice laced with panic.

"Is there someone in there?" Kirishima asked, his voice suspicious.

"Well done, Hina, well done!" I said.

"Well, if you didn't break the vase, he wouldn't have heard the noise," she complained.