Selfless for Selfish Reasons (My Hero Academia)

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His slumber was rudely interrupted as Hizashi Yamada danced into the teachers office, and Shota only bothered to open me eye to look at the other hero. His eyebrows were wiggling around and a large grin had spread, infinitely, across his face. The man's eyes were locked, not on his head on Kyoura's shoulder but rather her hand that had wrapped itself around his wrist in her sleep.

"Look what we have here? Can't keep you two apart, can I?" Hizashi practically giggled, that sound causing Kyoura to shift and wake up, not any of the others. "Nemuri, won't be able to keep her mouth shut if she knew about this," He snickered.

With the three of them all conscious Shota resigned to fall asleep another time. Pulling away from Kyoura, he stood up and stretched before addressing them both.

"Alright, you're gonna talk now, or Hizashi's yelling."

As though to prove his point, Hizashi cleared his throat and tapped his hands on the microphone that was built into his leather jacket. She had no idea why he wanted to make his voice any louder than what it already was, but she assumed it had something to do with being a pro hero. A title she did not share with them.

She didn't talk or answer straight away, staring at her gloved palms and avoiding their gaze. It was all the time Hizashi needed.

"Where have you been?" he yelled, thankfully only using the microphone and not his quirk, or the both of them.

"A children's hospital," she murmured, attempting to peel away the gloves from her hands, but to no avail. "I've been there for, seven years, maybe... I forget..."

"I thought you didn't like using your quirk?" Hizashi raised a finger to his chin.

"I don't, but I'm often forced to. The hero associations doesn't want me but the hospitals do, and they make it difficult to say anything otherwise," she sighed, rubbing a hand over her arms.

She could still feel everything from the last seven years, like a permanent stain on her body. The sensations couldn't be removed, but the damage wasn't there anymore. No matter how hard she would try, her usage made it impossible for her to be clean.

"How?" Shota stood up all of a sudden, latching onto her wrists as though he could feel through the fabric the quality of her skin.

When she had first arrived at U.A. she was in the support class, but they soon forced her into the hero course with him and Hizashi. It was to get her more exposed and redevelop the strength of her quirk. They had dragged her from her home, and they kept her held in the schools grounds.

"The same as always, although I've finally escaped." She tried to pry his fingers off her, if he held any tighter he'd start digging into the marks already left by her shackles.

Midnight wore handcuffs with pride and at the sight of them bile would rise up Kyoura's throat. How could anyone want to put themselves in chains?

Too focused with her wrists, and when he suddenly let her go she was all the more shocked when his body crashed into her own as he wrapped his arms around her. Hizashi was quick to follow, embracing her from the side so as to avoid as much of Shota's anger as possible. Her body froze, she didn't make a move to hold onto him, either of them. Her eyes stung and tears she didn't think she'd ever cry again began to drip down from her eyes, carving rivers into her cheeks.

They had both made a name for themselves as pros, albeit Shota preferred to keep out of the media's light. Whereas Hizashi, let his words speak louder than his actions, which also made ample use of his words. She had watched them, the few times they appeared on the hospital TV, and every time she felt all the more alone. She had been alone and without them, the only two people who cared for her and that she could trust. Aside from family. Yet, for how much she missed them, Hizashi and Shota had to be family too.