|BNHA| Hiraeth

Immortal [14]

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As soon as those words left the speaker, a complete wave of exhaustion hit him like a truck. Vision blurring, the cement ground drew closer and he was soon knocked out.

I watch the medics carry away Izuku as Uraraka stood by me her worried orbs following the boy.  "I hope he's ok..."  the girl murmured all the while keeping a distance from me. It was understandable, it wasn't everyday you saw someone's face burn nearly clean off and then repair itself in under a few seconds. Now that I thought about it, I probably looked pretty gruesome.

I couldn't help but laugh a little at the situation, making Uraraka look to the side at me in confusion. "What's so funny? Deku got really hurt Fumetsu..."

I simply shrugged my shoulders, turning away to walk back to the waiting room. "Isn't it ironic how we won yet we looked like we've lost." If getting our hinds kicked and still winning somehow was what it felt like to be a hero, It did little to prove to me that this so called "path of justice" as Aizawa calls its was good. As much as I liked getting hurt, I wasn't some stunt devil.

Ochaco's mouth parts at the irony of it, taking notice of the small bruises on her face. "When did you get hurt?" The girl gasped, concern lacing her wide orbs causing my brows to raise at the weird expression. Waving Ochaco off, my face etched with boredom I reply, "It doesn't hurt." I say bluntly, as her, me, Bakugou, and Iida stand side by side waiting for our evaluation.

"Well, I'd say the MVP of this battle was young Iida!"

I scratch my cheek with squinted eyes in disapproval, side glancing at the shocked boy. "I don't know how, he just laughed evilly the entire time." I grumbled. So what if I was a sore winner, bite me.

"That is because Iida adapted the most to the context of the training." A girl with black hair put up in a high spiked ponytail exclaimed, hand raised high and proud as if she'd win a gold metal for pointing that out. Instantly, she started About how we didn't respect the spirit of the trial and made impractical decisions throughout the exercise.

"Not to m-" a sudden annoyed groan interrupted Momos explanation making her eyes snap to one of the members of the hero team, Fumetsu Hana.

"Is there a problem?" The girl asked, with raised brows as the pinkette rolled her eyes.

"Would you shut it already, we get it. No need to do a Ted Talk on it." I bluntly stated. Human girls are so entitled. But I guess it was better then her pointing out my quirk. I was surprised that no one had yet to ask about it, but I quickly threw the thought away not wanting to test my luck.

"And there's no need to be rude just because I'm merely stating the truth." She retorts causing my eyes to narrow.

"As far as I'm concerned, you don't have the right to call out other people's mistakes when you're not some hotshot yourself. I don't need the measly opinion of some self entitled human to tell me where I screwed up, neither do my darling and teammates need it." I counter, keeping my tone calm and controlled.  Bakugou had messed up, I knew this loss would affect him despite it being just training. Losing to the two people he despised was already a kick in the nut as it was. He didn't need the meaningless words of some stranger to tell him how much he screwed up. Besides...gravity chick actually managed to touch the bomb and Otaku's with the medics. I wasn't gonna let some rich girl slander that. I could tell me calling her self entitled hit a spot as she scowled, placing her hands on her hips.