|BNHA| Hiraeth II

A Special trip [32]

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As November came to a close, unfortunately...the situation did not. Ever since I had caught Kiri in Otaku's room, I've been on edge. Slowly, but surely, he would turn into what I once was and I needed to stop it...now.

"Are you sure that's what you saw?" Aizawa inquired sternly, his eyes narrowed.

I nodded, "Yes, there's no mistaking it...Kiri...he turning into a Nomu."

Aizawa frowned at the statement, his mind swirling with questions and thoughts as to how she managed to get herself in this predicament and how she would get herself out of it.
"If you knew your blood would do this then why did you give it to him."

"That's the problem, I didn't know?!" I growled, crossing my arms. "You forgot, I wasn't the one who saved him. It was the Nomu part."

"And did she know?"

I stiffened at the question before sighing heavily, "She did...but it was the only way to save him. Either let the only person who could bring us back die or save him..."

"And at what cost, Hana." He retorted sharply making me avert my eyes in guilt.

Aizawa's eyes faltered before he shook his head with a sigh, " I'm sorry, it's just it took us over 80 chapters to finally handle your demon side; now you're telling me Kirishima...another one of my own students is becoming the same thing."

"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds...exhausting..." I mumbled wryly.

"Because it is exhausting Hana!"

I flinched at his sharp tone, casting my gaze down as if I were a child getting told off by its parent. "I'm sorry it's not like I meant for any of this to happen, I was just trying to help..."

Aizawa huffed but rested a hand on the girls pink locks tenderly. "I know, I'm sorry for raising my voice at you but you can imagine how tedious this will get if he's turning into what you once were. We need to handle this quick Hana before the Joint training starts. I'd hate to have to put a headband on him."

"No, no more headbands. You've seen first hand, that it only makes his demon side grow faster." My brows knit together in thought as I searched my mind for ways to counteract the blood that was flowing through Kirishima's veins.

Think

Think

Come on, there has to be something in my memories...

I shut my eyes briefly and thought long and hard for a solution to the problem. As if in cue, a light bulb ignited in my mind. "There is a way. Back then, when my father first started experimenting, he conducted an anti-serum. Since my blood gives those injected with my abilities as a Nomu, All for One needed a fall back just in case his previous protege couldn't handle my blood."

"What do you mean couldn't handle?"

My lips pursed as a guilty look crossed my features and my pointer fingers poked together. "I forgot to mention that the chances of someone surviving an injection of my blood are slim to none. There has to be a certain internal match, a symbiosis between my blood or should I say Nomu blood and the victim...if a person doesn't have a symbiotic bond, then...typically they die but over the years, the Nomu serum has been modified so the chances of survival go up but at the cost of well, their minds. The Nomu serum makes anyone injected with it brain dead."

"Which is an advantage for the league because they can control their minds if no ones steering up there." Aizawa massaged his temple.

"However, since Kiri got it straight from the source he'll eventually lose his mind like I did. He'll become uncontrollable, and act out the Nomu's original purpose...To kill the successor of One for All."