My Hero Academia: EMTs

A Home at Last!

Tori:

I walk towards the school gate with Henry moving around me, talking a mile a minute, and- honestly, I wouldn't have him any other way. I know it means he's happy.

"Oh yeah! I got to work with Mirko herself- do you have any idea how many people get to do that?! That was insane!" he yells. "I didn't ask for her autograph- oh, crap, I should be carrying my notebook around here- that book is gonna be worth a fortune by the end of the week."

"They probably won't sign," I note. "I'm not sure how many people here actually like us."

"It can't hurt to ask—well, it can't hurt me; I can body swap!" He snaps his fingers at me as he makes that quip, and I shake my head.

I hug my anatomy book to my chest. I really do treasure the chance to make something of my power. I'm just not as excited about the people we're meeting, that's all. I'm sure they're all great people. Henry suddenly stops and pulls me back.

"Whoa—no walking past the gate, remember? We can't go anywhere unapproved—and certainly not alone. We're lucky they're letting us go home today," he says, pulling me over to a gate post on the school side. "We have to wait for Pops."

I nod and stand next to him. "Henry, question,"

"Yeah?"

"Haven't you met all of these people before as the Bandit? Why are you acting all star-struck now?"

"I met them while living out a nightmare, sis." He buzzes his lips and looks to the sky. "All I wanted to do back then was ask for help."

"Why didn't you?"

"I can't outmaneuver Charles. But I can them."

"They've all been holding back against you..."

"I don't know what that means. I just know none of them would have been fast enough to rescue you. So I had to do everything perfectly- get you away from Charles, get the guards to relax, pretend to be on their side..."

"Did you... am I really worth all that?" I ask, moving to stand in front of him.

He cocks his head slightly and smiles, a kind expression on his face, "Yeah. Yeah, you are."

"I love you too, big bro," I reach into my bag. That's why I made sure to get copies of everything they gave us for you. Seriously—no backpack today?" I say as I show him our study guide and a few study textbooks and pamphlets.

"I forgot, alright?" He says. He takes the paper. "Besides, some of these things won't be an issue- 6th grade math? Dude, we're both gonna nail that."

"More time for the other topics."

"I got science easy, and reading that anatomy book will also benefit you there. Language won't be an issue for me, and you were Charles' secretary, so I'm sure you've got vocab covered."

"That leaves social studies and health slash anatomy."

"You gonna be done with that book any time soon?"

"Get your own," I say, hugging the tome tightly.

"Shouldn't be hard- sounds like we got everything-"

"Henry... social studies."

"Is only 15%, and 85 is a passing grade; we have everything-"

"Henry... I doubt it's that straightforward. If you get an F on history and these guys are PART of history..."

Henry grumbles. "I know the history that involves heroes anyway..."

"You struggle in history, of all things?" comes a voice. We both look up and see Hizashi in his full hero ensemble: yellow sunglasses, a biker jacket and jeans, speakers around his neck, and long blonde hair that somehow sticks straight up. Just looking at him, I chuckle.