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✎ℂℍ𝔸ℙ 𝟘𝟚𝟟: 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐔𝐇?
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𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 the bright light that seemed to pierce her vision as she slowly stirred back to consciousness. She felt a dull ache all over her body, and her limbs felt heavy as if they'd been weighed down by lead.
What the heck happened again? Her mind raced to piece together the last few moments she could recall. She remembered the crowd's roar, the intense heat of her flames crackling around her, and the look on Shoto's face when she'd snatched the headband back. And then... darkness. A complete blackout, like her body had just hit its limit and refused to go any further. Great. You pull out one hell of a move, something you never managed to pull off in your sixteen years of living, and faint like that. Good job Kimiko, what a fucking good job.
As her eyes adjusted, she glanced around, her surroundings gradually coming into focus. Sterile white walls, an open curtain allowing sunlight to stream in... and a heart monitor's persistent, rhythmic beeping echoed through the otherwise silent room. She could feel the stiffness of medical wraps on her arms and hands, her fingers faintly tingling from the warmth of recently healed injuries.
Directly in front of her, facing away, was a small figure with a familiar cap and a stout frame—a woman Kimiko instantly recognized. Recovery Girl. Her tiny form seemed to be focused on something on the table nearby, her back turned as she meticulously arranged an assortment of medical supplies.
"How long was I out?" She asked, trying to sit up but immediately regretted it as a wave of exhaustion washed over her. She winced, resting her head back on the pillow and closing her eyes. "Ugh..." she muttered under her breath.
Recovery Girl turned around, her wise eyes noticing Kimiko slowly stirring. "Ah, finally awake. Good, good." She twirled her chair, now facing the student. "I'd recommend staying still. Your quirk took a lot out of you, and my healing is still working on the damage. You won't be fully steady for a few more minutes."
The redhead internally groaned. Now, that's amazing. Definitely not the outcome I thought of.
"And to answer your question," she started, walking toward the girl with a clipboard in hand. "It's been a bit over thirty minutes since you've been brought to me, give or take."
Kimiko blinked, her brows furrowing in mild surprise. "Only thirty minutes?" she asked, her voice raspy, barely above a whisper. She'd felt like she'd been out for hours, her body heavy and stiff as though it had lain here for days. But for a chance, and some reason, she doesn't feel cold or overheated. That was a nice change compared to all the times she felt like dying because of the contrast between her cold bones and hot skin.
Recovery Girl hummed, glancing over her clipboard. "Give or take. Not too long, but long enough for your body to get a hint of the rest it needs. The strain you put on yourself... you're lucky it wasn't worse." Then, she looked back at her with a slight frown. "You never pulled a move like that before, right?"
I don't know if I should just lie and save my ass while I can or I'll end up making an idiot out of me...
With a sigh, the redhead offered a sheepish grin, averting her gaze from the nurse's. "Nope, never. But it's not like I planned to do it. It just..."
Each voice, each dismissal felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, igniting a flame of anger deep within her. 'They think I can't handle this. They think I'm weak,' she thought, gritting her teeth as her frustration boiled over. Her eyes glimmered with pure fury, reflecting the intensity of her emotions. 'Well, you can all go to HELL!'
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𝚄𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 [MHA Fanfiction] I
Fanfic| 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶 𝘕𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘹 𝘖𝘤 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 | - BOOK 1 In a world where 80% of the population is endowed with superpowers called quirks, the heroes and heroines maintain Peace in society. Protecting and defending civilians...