The Wise Child (BNHA x OC)

33. Real Talent

(Hey sorry it's been so long I've been working on two stories at once and school is, well, school. If u wanted to read something while you wait for updates you can always check in on my other published work. If you love gay girls and mental health then I think you'll like it)

I grimaced at the staples in his skin now that I'd had a better look at his face, but bit back my concern and rushed forwards touching the other man's jacket and letting the ice spread as a bridge between his arms and back, making sure it touched his clothes only.

"We should take him to a police station quickly, let me find Serpenta, she'll know what to do."

He gave me a long look, as if confused by something.

"How about you take him. I'll let a young hero take the credit for this one. I'm sure it'll make your father thrilled."

I grimaced when he mentioned Endeavor, and without thinking responded, "It wouldn't." His face shifted, his lips twitching slightly.
"Besides, I'm only an intern, it would be safer to have a hero securing him."

He looked contemplative before nodding. "Alright, if you insist, Kid."

'Kid'. I remembered I hated being called that as a young child. How I would yell at my eldest brother to stop, and he only would after maybe the tenth time. I ignored the memory and stood up, grabbing the man who had somehow been knocked out in the fight that happened between him and the hero.

I lifted him up over my shoulder, my knees buckling under his weight before the other man came over and helped to hold him.

"Thank you," I mumbled, unsure of what to say.

We continued on out through the alley, and to my chagrin Uwabami had disappeared from sight. I dimly pondered if she had forgotten my existence entirely.

"Where're we going kid?" He asked, shuffling more weight on himself.

I bit my lip before sighing, "We'll go back to the agency, if we hurry his jacket will hold up and he'll have minor injuries."

He laughed to himself, as if finding humor in the circumstance.

"What?" I asked, unsure of if he was in his right mind. I'd assumed him to be a hero, I hoped I was right.

"Nothing, just after your performance at the festival I don't know if I should've seen your caution as surprising or not."

I grimaced at the memory, and adjusted the man's arm over my shoulder. "I guess I have more people recognizing me now."

I felt his eyes turn on me, but he didn't say anything for a long moment.

The heavy thumps of our footsteps sounded against the ground, and I began to get lost in thoughts. It was lucky someone had seen what was happening. And I was idiotic for not capturing the man myself. I shouldn't have needed luck. I should have had the foresight to procure my assailant on my own.

"Why aren't you with him?"

I was startled from my thoughts as I turned towards the black haired man.

"With who?"

"Endeavor. I assume he'd offer an invite to his daughter."

I grimaced and looked away. I supposed it made sense, many people were thrilled to learn about the Todoroki family. The mystery of what happened to our mother, and of course, the tragedy of our brother's death. I should have been used to the questions, but I still flinched at his. I hadn't thought of him as the type to listen to gossip.

"I wanted a learning opportunity outside of my comfort."

He grinned, "That why you're hanging around that stuck up bitch?"