Over Powered (My Hero Acedamia) - Dropped

Chapter 22

I was on a wheel chair, as I couldn't walk and my legs were too weak to hold myself up, even more so, and my arms couldn't handle much pressure. "I'm back," I told the other three as I entered the room. I went to call my uncle to inform him of what was going on, and in turn my parents. There was a tense feeling in the room. "Got your tests back?"I asked Iida. The nodded.

" It's permanent damage, "he explained," I will have a hard time moving my hand, and.... " He couldn't bring himself to finish explaining, which had to be his second time.

" I could help, "I offered, getting all three of their attention. " I mean it will be extremely painful, and you don't really need to... Like come on I can't walk on my own and have no feeling in my feet.... I'm not saying you need to. I just want you to know there's an option. But if you want to, the sooner the better, once it's almost healed it will be hard for me to help. "

There was a short silence. " Thanks Amane, but I shouldn't mess with time." I gave him a smile, neither disappointed or approving, just supportive. I spun around in the wheel chair to get back into my bed.

As the tension was fading, the door cracked open a bit. I was the only one to notice this and turned to see what was going on. I scanned down to about ground height to see two familiar faces. "How did you two get here!?" I asked, freaking out at my siblings' appearance. It wasn't like they were children and we were cities away from home.

I didn't even care the other three were in the same room. They didn't seem to care either. "Onee-chan," they both cried and ran over to the side of my bed. They both climbed into my bed and buried their tear stained faxes into my chest. "You promised you wouldn't get hurt," Aio cried.

I sighed, ignoring the pain their pressure was giving me. "I'm fine you two, just a little cut up," I laughed, stroking their hair.

"I told you not to go," my brother continued to cry, "I saw you got hurt." You could barley tell what he was saying over his tears, but I could due to practice. His quirk had manifested, and it was fortion. He could see the future. It's usually a week out and at random time, but one day he should be able to control it.

" Alright, calm down, I'm fine," I soothed the two, "Now how did you get here?" I asked the two of them for the second time. just continued to grip pain into my side.

"They came with me," my mom said from the doorway. My crutches were with her and Ai's old pink backpack was in her hand.

"Mom? I thought you had work?" there was a hint of scolding in my tone. She just walked over and pulled me into a hug, worrying about my injuries unlike the balling twins.

I could feel a tear slip onto my head from my mother's eye. "Once I heard about what happened to my little girl, I need to come see you were alright with my own eyes." She straightened and looked around the room. "Hi Midoriya," she greeted my friend, "I would have been more surprised if I hadn't found either you of Bakugou with Jika."

"Mom, come on, if anyone's the trouble maker it's me," I sighed, trying to defend my friend.

She laughed. "Of course I know that," she pinched my cheek, "It's just you drag others into your messes." I flinched and pushed her hand away from my face. I saw the sulking look on Iida' s face. He probably felt responsible for all of this.

"Oh, Mom, these are my other classmates," I said, wanting to change the subject, "Tenya Iida, and Todoroki Shoto." I gestured to the two of them as I said their names. Iida gave her an overly enthusiastic smile and nodded of the head, while Todoroki just stared, nothing changed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Amane-Sama," Iida greeted my mother. Causing us to share a smile. Most people don't understand that I was given a last name that wasn't either of my parents. We don't bother correcting them. To this day Izu-kun still refers to them as Amane.

" It's nice to meet you two, I'm glad to see Jika is making friends, she's always been a bit antisocial. I'm sorta scared she'll never get a boyfriend," my mom laughed in her bubbly tone. I groaned at my mom's successful attempt at embarrassing me. "Hey, it's my job to worry about you. May e if you took your head out of books and went out for once I'd worry less." My two siblings giggled at my embarrassment.

"Maybe if you did something with your life you wouldn't have so much time to worry about me," I hissed in Norwegian. My dad taught me, and my siblings how to speak his native tongue, and English.

"You know I don't know what you're saying," she pouted, "so I'm just gonna assume you told me that you love me." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I'm gonna go find your father, you get dressed then we can go home." She handed my the back pack, where I could assume the clothing was. She picked up the two children in my bed and left the room, having their laughter echo down the hall.

I hopped down into the wheel chair and wheeled into the bathroom conected to the hotel room we were in. I opened up the bag to find the clothing along with a stuffed animal in it. It was Aio's only teddy bear. He must have put it in there. I took out the clothing, surprised to find d it was my mom's. I had forgot that I packed all my clothing, the total of three outfits, for my internship, which were probably still there. So I just put on the sweat pant and shirt my mom brought me.

I couldn't go home in the state I was in. I am still on pain killers from how bad the cuts are. But I doubt they will let me stay  sure the city is covering the bills as thanks, but they don't know that  and they can't even afford the day I have been here. Once dressed I slumped down in the wheel chair  regretting what I needed to do.

I grabbed some paper towel and twisted it tightly before putting it in my mouth as a gag. I whimpered as the sole thing I felt was pain. My vision even dissapears red as my wounds healed. I stopped once I felt I could still function but not fully healed. I felt weak, but there was nothing I could do.

I rolled back into the min room to find my family there talking with my classmates, meaning Izu-kun and Iidaa. "Ready to go ratatoskr?" my father asked, coming over and picking me up with a hearty laugh. He slung me over my should earning a gasp from my mother.

"Honey  put her down, she's injuries," mom frantically begged from her husband.

"Please, our little Jika's stronger than that," he declared.

"Dad, I can walk," I told him, tugging on his shirt.

"But you haven't been able to since you were ten," he joked, earning a grin from our entire family. He sighed and sat me down on the ground, were mom was holding out my crutches. I could feel the three hold their breath as I was left on my own to stand.

"Ji-chan, are you sure you're fine to leave?" Izu-kun asked.

"Come on, these cut can heal in seconds," I laughed, hopping he'd understand my clue to what I did. "I'll see you guys at school, get better soon."