Over Powered (My Hero Acedamia) - Dropped

Chapter 23

Sometime over the week my stuff was returned. It was nice to have my braces back, but the straps irritated some injuries, other than that I seemed fine. My wounds continued to heal from where I left them. I was hoping to return to school like nothing happened, but a day home didn't even pass and things changed. I was sitting on the stoop of our apartment building  watching my siblings play hopscotch. I was still on crutches at the time, so I couldn't play with them.

"Have you seen the video about the hero killer?" a girl asked her friends. It was a group of five, two girls and three guys. I've seen them around, and we got along as aquantences.

"Yeah," the other girl agreed, "I'm glad I'm not the only one who sees that flaw. Like to heros even want to save people? They are just out for fame." I tried not to listen, but I felt I needed to.

"I wanna join the League of Villians to show those heroes who's right," one of those guys declared. Everyone hummed in agreement. I didn't even notice how I turned to watch the group of teens.

"What are you looking at?" another guy hissed once he noticed they had my attention. Everyone turned to look at me and smiles appeared on their faces. Not kind smiles. The kind that were on the man in athe alley that broke my legs. "You're Amane Jikan, the UA student." It had been news for my entire neighborhood when I got in, I'm not surprised they knew that, but I was scared.

"You think you're better than us don't you?" a guy hissed, "Cause you can be a hero. Hero's are worthless." They started approaching. I ushered the two inside, hoping they would not need to see this.

"I didn't mean to listen in, I won't do it again," I told them with a soft smile, trying not to show my fear. These teens were bigger than me, and one even had arms made of rocks. Even with my quirk I couldn't easily take them on, but I can't use my quirk without it breaking laws. I couldn't be reckless.

"We don't care about your manners, there is much more we need to teach you," I just curled into ball and took the beating. I was an an almost as bad state as when  I face Stain from those five when I got back into my apartment. Mom and Dad weren't home, which was nice. As I closed the door Ai and Aio ran up to me  crying our media kit and a bag of ice. I smiled as I let them help me treat my wounds.

"Why didn't you beat them up, you could have taken those bullies. You said you can always handle our bullies," Ai asked, standing in her firm little stance.

I tried giving her a smile, only for it to falter, "Some battles aren't worth fighting..." I gave them an escuse. They wouldn't understand the situation, and I didn't know what else to say.

I couldn't leave my home without being beaten up  from people my age, or even older. All cause I wanted to help people. After three days of constant pain I decided to just stay in the apartment, but school would be starting. I needed to go to school. I couldn't let everyone down. I left at my usual time, but it seemed like almost the entire high-school population of my neighborhood was waiting for me.

It started with a punch then a kick, turning into a huge gang battle of all against one. Once I fell to the ground I froze time to make my way out. They wouldn't know the difference of punching the ground and punching my face. Heck some were already doing that. I unfroze time once I was a safe distance away.

I got to class a little later than I had wanted to. Iida had just started ushering everyone to sit down. I smiled  seeing he was back to his normal self. Class helped distract me from the pain I was feeling in my gut. I must have been getting a bruse.

"Do you need some help Amane?" the girl in front of me asked,  Yaoyorozu. "We started learning this before you transfered, and I'm more than willing to clear anything up for you." We were given some work sheets to work on for the time being before training.

I looked up from my desk to face. "Thanks, but I'm finished," with my hair out of the way she could see I was reading a book, not staring feriously at my worksheets.

"You have you're hair down today," she commented, wanting to have a much unwelcome conversation. I hummed and nodded my head. "It gives you this stand off is impression. Then add your bags and you could be mistaken for a villian."

"I get that a lot," I shrugged, "And I hate it..." I leaned back in my chair, and started playing with the corner of my book.

She watched dmy in an weird silence. "Is that why you always wear your hair in piggy tails  to off set your other look to make you more approachable?" I nodded, surprised someone finally understood my actions.

"I just lost my bands, and can't find any other ones, so I'm stuck looking like I won't hesitate to murder your dog," I grumbled, just letting my anger and disappointment in life ooz out of me.

"I have some I could give you," she said, digging through her bag.

"Oh, you don't need to, it's sorta nice not having random people approach you on the street," I refused. I didn't need anything from anyone else.

"No, I have way too many  they just keep multiplying," she explained, setting a small stack on my desk, "" Besides, it's what friend's do. " She left me, dumbfounded, with a smile. Since when were we friends?