BEING REWRITTEN*𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗿𝘆━ 𝗄. 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴ

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ THE MORNING CAME WITH NO WARNING. I had to spend the night in the nurse's office since my injuries were more threatening than Izuku's. He went home shortly after he woke up I was told. I fell back asleep and once I woke up, he was gone.

Aizawa didn't leave Recovery Girl's office at all, not since I opened my eyes the first time. He's been sitting in the same chair for hours.

I ate my cereal in awkward silence, waiting for Aizawa to say something. "Don't worry. Izuku Midoriya didn't suspect a thing. No one knows you're my niece." He misunderstood my stolen glances.

Once Recovery Girl arrived she did heal my wounds in a jiffy. I was finally able to stand which felt great. My uniform was handed to me all neatly folded and ready to be worn. After I changed, class was almost in session. "Ith, dear, come here." Recovery Girl motioned for me to sit in a stool next to her.

"I have to take off these pesky bandages." She unwrapped the white tissue on my hands and arms. Once they were off, I couldn't keep in a gasp. They were tinted red with patchy burns. Some were still faintly blistering. "I can't heal scars, darling."

She answers my unasked questions and my shocked features. My uncle was right behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Thank you," he nodded at her. I don't understand why I had tears in the brim of my eyes. I guess I just didn't want to be marked. Especially by Katsuki Bakugou. Quickly, I took my aching fingers and swiped those tears droplets away.

"Yes. Thank you." I whispered.

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I arrived to the classroom, following my uncle. The class was in the middle of a vibrant conversation, so they didn't notice me at first. But, after a few seconds, the noise died down.

I located Midoriya who was sitting at his desk staring at me with sorry eyes. He seemed like he was waiting for me to yell or attack him.

However, I dropped my books on my desk, bringing him into an impulsive hug. I didn't even know I was doing it until it was done. He was tense at first. Though, after a moment or two, his shoulders sank and his head burrowed into my shoulder. I could feel all the stares, all the eyes, and all the whispers.

Neither of us cared.

"I'm so sorry..." he croaked.

I knew exactly what he was sorry for. And I was too. It was his battle, yet he relied on me. It was his test, yet I got in the way.

It was his.

"I'm sorry, too."

We pulled away. His cheeks were lightly tinted with a rosy pink which just made me smile. After, he noticed my arms.