PTSD//bnha

The Rough Day

The interviewer, pro hero Illustrator, her quirk allows her to send messages to anybody and everybody.
The interviewees?
The teachers of U.A. High School
The question on the table,
Is U.A. safe?

"Mr. Eraser head how many times has the kids been in touch with the league of villains?" She interrogated.
As I leaned into the microphone I answered
"Only twice ma'am."
"What do you mean only twice? It should have been none, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes I would, but these things can't be helped. We took all of the precautions to keep them safe."
"And yet one student is dead and the other one missing."
How much longer could this go on?
"If you have any more questions please ask the principal instead berating me with simple insults."
I got up and took a break

After the interview

"You took a big risk walking out of the middle of an interview." Said present mic.

"They can't add being rude to the amount of crimes on U.A. If me being fired or having to sit through another second interview were two choices, then I take the latter." I said taking another sip of my drink.

"It was reckless." He sighed.

"That's rich coming from you. Your whole quirk is being reckless." I immediately regretted saying.

"I know you are grieving and you're worried about Bakugou but you can't just do that!"

"Do what?"

"Ignore everybody including that interviewer."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Is it because he reminded you of Shirakumo?"
...
"I'm sorry." His voice was barely a whisper.

"No you aren't."

I slammed the door behind me.

10:00 pm at night.

I'm tired. Not just because of today. It's because he's right. He did remind me of Shirakumo. Risking his life to save some children and often getting the axe. I need to protect these kids with my life. And I know just the person I need to talk to.