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he was back in the hospital again.
but he didn't want to be here.
the last time he was here he was given a lot of medicine. there were so much syringes and he had to do the x-ray. but it was worse last time because he was too young to take even mild sedatives, but it was equally, maybe even more un-endurable this time.
the nurses were whispering. he couldn't see anything. he saw only stark colors and his nose captured the unpleasant scent of condensed liquid antibiotics, benatonium benzoatic and raw blood, which mind you, is not such a great smell for him.
he wanted to vomit. his right eye hurt so much he could, and rather, die.
why did they throw knives at me though? it wasn't as if i had done something wrong...
his entire body suddenly burned up. his eye didn't hurt as much now. he could feel his brain sop functioning.
it must be the sedatives again. he thought he had heard them taking about 'surgery' before he finally gave way.
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masumi sighed. turns out they were actually going to a place out of school for their training programme with thirteen, all might and aizawa-sensei. he never really considered what type of hero or position he wanted to hold in a team, whether it be attack, defence or rescue.
he never got a chance to ask aizawa what he wanted to tell him after the ruckus at lunch. masumi threw curious glances at aizawa every now and then, but aizawa was far too busy. maybe it wasn't the best time after all.
since battle training, masumi had realised that his supply bag was hinging swift movement, so he decided he would wear a holster strap for his pistol and blades, cue the ammos and other weapons. masumi had decided to bring a constructable AK-14 mid-range rifle with him just in case, even though they were doing rescue training. the weird situation during lunch and how the medida has gotten in that day was a bit troubling to masumi and left a bad taste in his mouth. just in case, right?
after changing his hero costume-- no, not really changing as masumi just had to change his pants and replace his waistcoat with the cardigan over the holster strap and putting his beanie on. masumi was a simple boy, not wanting a super flashy costume.
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masumi was walking with his classmates towards the bus, undoubtfully being the last. iida was motioning for them to come in pairs, but after finding out the bus wasn't the type he expected iida hung his head in embarrassment and settled everyone inside. masumi was, again, sitting alone. he like sitting alone so it doesn't trouble him much.
he watched on as the bus started and his classmates started discussing their quirks. masumi was sitting behind the uraraka and yaoyorozu, who were talking vividly. suddenly, yaoyorozu whipped her head back and struck masumi with the question he feared people asking so much.
"ne, shimizu-san! what's your quirk? you never really used it..unless it's a sense-enhancing quirk? you are undoubtfully strong and agile.. oops, i'm just rambling, aren't i?" yaoyorozu chuckled. and with that, everyone set their attention on masumi for the freaking second time that day. masumi could not find a way out of the question and couldn't avoid answering vaguely.
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