╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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The dawn broke quietly, painting the school grounds in a gentle light, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed almost peaceful—a stark contrast to the thoughts swirling in your mind as you walked towards the exam room, the weight of yesterday's chaos still echoing in your steps, unseen but undoubtedly felt.
You winced slightly, your shoulder aching as you adjusted your backpack, the soreness from the other night still lingering.
It was a subtle reminder of everything that had happened, and every movement seemed to bring that soreness back to the forefront of your mind.
Your mother had utterly panicked when you got home—her face had gone pale the moment she saw the bruises and cuts. She almost hadn't let you come to school today, insisting that you needed rest, or at least a visit to the doctor.
You had managed to convince her otherwise, but it had taken a lot of effort, and even more reassurances that you were okay. She'd finally relented, though her worried glances followed you right out the door this morning.
To avoid any unnecessary drama, you left home a little earlier than usual, purposely timing it so you wouldn't have to walk with Bakugo.
You were already dreading the blonde's reaction to you getting hurt once again—he wasn't exactly known for his gentle concern, and you had no energy left to deal with his fury or worry right now.
As you reached the classroom and stepped inside, you couldn't help but feel the eyes of your classmates on you.
You supposed the expression on your face, coupled with the stiffness in your movements, was enough to keep them from outright approaching you to ask about your newest bruises or the noticeable exhaustion on your face.
Still, you could see their glances—constantly flickering in your direction, curious, concerned, but ultimately keeping their distance.
You made your way to your seat, dropping your bag beside your desk as you sat down, the soreness in your back making you grimace just a little.
You could feel the questions hanging in the air, unspoken but thick enough that you could almost hear them. But thankfully, nobody said anything.
Maybe they figured it wasn't the right time, or maybe they were just too focused on the exams ahead.
The classroom door opened with a soft creak, and Kan-sensei stepped in, his expression stern but not unkind as he faced the class.
His eyes swept over everyone, pausing for just a moment on you before he spoke. "Alright, everyone, I hope you all studied because today is the day. The exams are starting, and I want to see everyone giving their best effort." His voice was calm, but there was a hint of expectation behind his words.
