DISCONTINUED!(Various!BNHA x Reader) Given Chance

Chapter 18

        "Alright, that's the last of it," You heaved out sigh after closing your notebook, having to just finished doing your last homework. It's now Friday; classes had just ended earlier to let the students train for the upcoming Sports Festival tournament due on two weeks. Basically, you only have one week to prepare yourself, but then, you haven't really decided what your training module would be.

Groaning, you let your head fall on the wooden desk, making your mother put down her book as she looked at you with a quizzical gaze.

"Hm? What's wrong, (Y/n)?" (M/n)(mother's name) asked, her voice strained and sounded dry, despite drinking water just earlier.

"Nfhing..." Your voice was muffled with by the table, only making the woman look at you with curious eyes that shared worry. "I just..." You looked up at the ceiling, only to see those familiar colors of pearl white, and some pastel complementary colors-- the hue of a hospital, followed by the scent of sanitized air that smells like cleaning alcohol. Then, you looked at your parent, only for your eyes to lay upon the machines first, before having to actually look at her.

The (h/c) woman had wires sticking out of her skin, specifically her wrists, for the reason to keep her condition monitored. But the thing was, you just can't seem to keep your eyes off the huge bandage covering her throat.

She almost died.

From what? Or specifically, from who? None other than the infamous Tomura Shigaraki, who managed to get a hand of his quirk on her throat in last seconds before he got shot by Snipe-- as explained to you by Principal Nezu who just visited earlier (you actually didn't mind his appearance, having knowledge that the paranormal is now normal in this generation). The only thing you're surprised of by his visit was the fact that he even cared to visit-- after all, your mother isn't even part of his school's staff.

Your mother was confined here for days now, and you only managed to visit her today due to your busy schedule-- having to juggle schoolwork and house chores now that no one is left at home.

"(Y/n), you were about to say something?" Your mother inquired, now having a slight frown on her face.

"Oh, well, I was wondering how I could train since... y'know... you're here and you can't... never mind, sorry..." You trailed off, biting your quivering lips, trying not to dampen your eyes with tears.

"I hope you realize that none of this was your fault. You did what you thought was right and decided to keep that Shigaraki-guy a secret from us, heroes," She stated as a matter of fact, trying to comfort you with white lies. Of course this was your fault. The guy's a villain; either way, he'd hurt the people around you one way or another. There was no way to prevent the gray-haired male's hostility, even if you try-- even if you kept the secret-- you learned that the hard way. You had let fear latch itself onto your rationality. This is your doing.

To ruin the already ruined mood, the door slammed open, revealing a familiar buff blonde hero.

"I am here to--!" When the cyan-eyed male caught you within his peripheral vision, the number one hero turned back to his emaciated form, closing the door immediately right after, to avoid any witness.

"Oh! Tos-- All Might! You're here!" Your mother greeted, giving a wave at the scrawny hero.

"Hey," You timidly nodded at the hero with a smile; not really expecting him to visit someone he barely knows. But then again, principal Nezu did visit a non-employee; so, this wouldn't be any different.

"Hello (L/n)-san, (Y/n)-san," All Might greeted back, taking a seat on one of the provided stools. "Hm? You look bothered (Y/n)-san. As your teacher, I'm obligated to listen to your troubles," Uraraka was right-- even outside school grounds, he still thinks of his duties as a teacher.