U.A's secret Villain

Say yes

Heard Y'all in the comments on my last chaper. I gottcha. Just note you aren't allowed to hate me in the future. Thank you for everyone's interest in my story.

The girl let out a laugh as she lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. There was no way. None. How?

Recovery Girl on the other hand stood beside the bed, holding the results up for the other to see. She sighed knowing that Surebu would struggle to believe this, especially after what happened only a few days ago. As if she'd be all better after such an event.

Ever since she coughed her guts up in the girls dormitory, Surebu's been put on bed rest and constant watch and was being carefully monitored. Nezu wasn't taking her health as a joke. He wanted her to survive and the best option they had to achieve that was to keep her under constant watch.

The bit that worried Nezu most however was how the girl didn't even fight back. She gave up... she'd already accepted this fate.

That was what led to this interaction, Surebu refused to spare this a second glance as her chuckles escaped her, tears staining her cheeks, shoulders bouncing ever so slightly. Recovery Girl, unsure how to go about this as she looked from the results to the girl on the bed. She genuinely thought Surebu would be happy knowing this, yet the girl was in doubt she'd ever get better.

"I'm telling you, the results don't lie," Recovery Girl desperately tried to tell the girl, but it fell on deaf ears as Surebu rolled over, balling herself into the fetal position, back to the other. Recovery Girl sighed, moving the papers away from the other and placing them to the side.

The room was silent as Recovery Girl hoisted herself up onto the bed, sitting herself to the girls back and began rubbing circles on it ever so gently. There wasn't anything they woman could say to help the girl next to her come to terms with this. She knew it, but she could at least comfort the child.

As good as the news was, when prepared for the worst, you'll never be able to settle with the best.

"It's gone?" Was the weak voice Surebu shook out, practically begging the world not to tease her so relentlessly.

"Yes, child. It's gone," Recovery Girl answered, hoping that would help to sooth the hurricane spiralling in this poor kids head.

"I'm fine?"

"Yes, Surebu. You're all healed."

"I can live a normal life again?"

"Go enjoy it!"

Hearing the confirmation, Surebu unravelled herself and turned to the other with sad eyes. She hadn't been crying, but the tears were threatening to break free now. She was so happy.

She bent down and hugged the woman as tightly as she could before letting go and practically sprinting out the door. Recovery Girl smiled at this, glad the girl was so happy, but also curious about what she could possibly be needing to do that was so important.

Meanwhile, Surebu was making her way through the school, passing anyone who dared to get between her and her current destination.

She was okay.

She was healthy.

She was going to live!

A smile graced her lips as her body slammed into the door of the dormitory. Seems she was going far too fast to stop herself in time to get the door. She wasn't phased, though. She opened the door, swinging it open as quickly as she could before moving to go inside.

She came face to face with Kendo who looked ready to answer the door. The girl seemed surprised by the girls sudden appearance and got ready to question, but Surebu wasn't there to waist time.

She pushed past the other as gently as she could and took a quick glance of the common room, noting everyone there. When she hadn't met with the eyes of the one person she'd hoped to see, she grumbled out and moved to the stairs, legs carrying her as far and as quickly as they could.

The calf's burnt, her thighs screamed at her to stop and rest for even just a brief moment. She wasn't going to though. She needed to get up stairs. She needed to get there.

As she reached the floor she was aiming for, she sprinted down the hall, eyes glued to the door she needed to get to. Finally she stopped, or hoped to. She'd reached such a speed that simply 'stopping' wasn't an easy task.

She skidded slightly before her foot got caught on the carpet and tripped her up. She rolled on the floor slightly, landing on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She breathed heavily, trying to rid herself of the spots in the corners of her vision.

"TETSUE!"

The name ripped from her lips as she moved to pick herself back up, ignoring the tinge of pain in he wrist and hip. She can get that checked in a minute. She'd barely made it to the door when it opened up, Tetsue looking around, a worried look on his face and eyes puffy and red. He'd been crying.

Surebu felt her heart drop. Was it her fault? Because she ran off? It had to be.

What's it matter now? She's going to fix it!

She tripped slightly, landing on top of the boy. He quickly moved to catch her, worried as to what caused her to be in such a state. He looked down at her, gently looking around to see if she had been hurt.

Surebu paused for a moment, unable to talk through hyperventilating. She shook away the fuzzy feeling in her head, clinging to the boy for dear life.

"Surebu? What happened? Are you okay?" Tetsue asked, placing one hand on her cheek and gently lifting her face to look at him. It was then he saw it, the smile, the tears and the hopeful gleam in her eyes.

"Is it too late to give you my answer?" She wheezed out, grabbing onto his shirt. The boys' brows knit together as he looked down at her with a quizzical look. "I won't run away this time..."

It hit, the realisation. He knew what she'd meant.

"No... it's not too late, if you want to answer?"

"Yes! I'd love to!"

Her hands moved up, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and pulling him down to her, giving him a peck on the lips.