The Truth Of Heroes

Fire

   "Oh good. You're up." A voice, aged and motherly, lit up the silent room.

    Rubbing my face I urged my limbs to move, to sit up.

    It wasn't an easy task, my arms left like I was swimming with rocks instead of bones. 

    "What happened?" I croaked out, my throat was scratchy and caused my eyes to water.

    I only ever felt like this once, when Stain pushed my quirk to the max just to teach me a lesson.

    I realized, belatedly, that I was in the school infirmary.

   Recovery Girl smiled at me kindly, her wrinkles intensifying. 

   "What's the last thing you remember?" She asked, patting my knee.

   Groaning I rubbed my head. 

   "All I know is that I've only felt this shitty when I've pushed my quirk to it's absolute limit."

     I closed my eyes and buried my face in my hands. The world was swaying, I felt like a small boat in a raging storm. 

    "Your class was attacked in the USJ training grounds."

   I furrowed my eyebrows for a moment, pursing my lips as I concentrated. 

    "That...sounds about right." I said, letting the previous battle trickle into the forefront of my mind.

    "Now that your memory is jogged, you can answer my questions." Aizawa was monotone and all business.

   I flinched at the accusation. 

    "Why were you talking to that villain?"

    I looked up to him, his eyes narrowed.

  He already knows why. 

   "I ran into him. Didn't mean to. I just asked him what he wanted." I said instead, bending the truth just a little.

   I did run into him, nevermind that it was on purpose.

   I didn't mean to run into him at UA, or anywhere without Stain's protection.

    Aizawa glared at me, attempting to force the truth out.

   But I didn't budge, instead, I stared back at him blankly. 

   "Is there anything else?" I prompted him, daring him to say his suspicions aloud.

    He frowned at me for a moment before sighing tiredly. 

    "You lost control of your quirk, when the ceiling collapsed debris rained down on everyone. I understand that this was a traumatic experience, but loss of control can cause serious consequences. From now on, you'll be participating in extra quirk lessons."

    Aizawa stared me down as if daring me to defy him.

   But that wasn't what I cared about. 

    "Was anyone hurt?" I asked, biting my lip.

   "When the ceiling fell?"

   Aizawa was quiet for a moment before he sighed again. 

    "There were a few injuries. But rest assured, the criminals got the brunt of it."

    I nodded, pulling my legs to me.

   I never meant for anyone to get hurt. I never meant for any of this. 

   "(Y/N), your quirk is amazing. Your resourcefulness and adaptability with it is even better. But I've been watching you. And I've heard some unsettling things about your mental stability."