Subject 013 - MY HERO ACADEMIA FANFIC

30 - two birds, no stone.

Please don't kill my birds...
The day I came back to class was the same day I had to confess my prior experiences.
Or supposed to.
My class was more interested in the cannula stuck up my nose.
(Guess who's back - back again.)
I wasn't allowed to leave the hospital until my weight was back up. Being severely underweight apparently can be unhelpful for development.
Torture is unhelpful too.

As I entered the familiar classroom full with familiar people I was immediately bombarded with questions.
"ARE YOU OK?"
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
"Are you on pain meds?"
"What's that on your face?"
"Are you contagious?"
"HOW ARE YOU?"
I stumble backwards as the class gathers around, bombarding me with questions that are long overdue for answering.
"SHHHH." I press my finger to my lips in response.
"I'll get to your questions. Can I sit down first?" I laugh, covering the pain with happiness and everything that doesn't exist.
I sit at my desk, placing the tank of oxygen beside me on the floor, looking up to see a curious classroom: all eyes on me.
"I'm ok, Knife wound got infected, I am not on pain meds, the thing on my face is called a cannula, I am not contagious, and I'm doing just fine." I exhale slowly, answering everyone's questions.
One more to go.
"Alright Class 1-A!" A lively voice chimes, Midnight almost dancing into the room happily, saving me from the last confession.
"Good too see you Y/N!" She winks at me and twirls towards the podium.
"I'm taking Aizawa Sensei's Class this period!" She cheers, Mineta drooling in the background.
"Today we are choosing your hero names!" Midnight announces, class chattering excitedly.
My what.
"Write them down on your boards and present to your classmates!" She encourages, everyone furiously scribbling or staring blankly at their paper, no in between.
Um. Maybe we can be 'Massive Disappointment' or 'Y/N?"?
I watch the others for inspiration, thinking about past heroes and their names.
"Alien Queen" Mina exclaims happily, Midnight shivering in response. I laugh at Mina's sigh and she grins at me, poking her tongue out in response.
Kirishima decides to dedicate his to his hero, Crimson Riot, and Izuku turns the not so affectionate nickname 'Deku' into something heroic.
I scribble my name onto my board and raise my hand to go next. I haul the oxygen tank with me to the podium, setting it down with a clunk.
"I've decided to go with Control Freak," I say, showing my board, class dead silent.
"I thought if my name was scary and I look scary people would think I'm a villain, but look at Bakugou," I continue, "You cannot approach him and he hasn't go a single mark on his skin. I however am so covered with scars it's unbelievable, which makes me look strong and intimidating." I add, hoping.
The class murmurs in approval, probably too scared to say anything offensive to me or piss of Katsuki, who has gone eerily quiet.
"Perfect! Very Hero like - goes well with your quirk!" Midnight praises, ushering me to my seat.
As I walk back, lugging the heavy case of air that keeps me alive, Katsuki steps out in front of me.
Fuck I forgot how tall he was.
"How am I not approachable?" He grumbles, looming over me like a giant.
Not my fault you all are so tall.
"This? And you are loud. When you smile, children cry." I mumble, feeling blush creep up my neck and cheeks. He chuckles deeply and to my surprise, takes the tank from my hand, helping me carry it to my seat before presenting his name.
Is it possible I like him or am I just delusional? I wonder, eyes locked on the back of Tsuyu's head.
The bell rings, signalling lunch, and my chance to go talk to Zawa. I shove my binder and pencil case into my bag and sling it over my shoulder, when a familiar dual eyed guy effortlessly picks up the oxygen tank.
"How are you?" Shouto smiles, and I smile back, wanting to respond. To my utter dismay, I trip over my shoelace and end up, once again, in his arms.
Well arm.
"You're awfully clumsy for a ninja," He teases, and I groan, trying to stand, his arm still around my back.
"Um can you help me stand?" I stutter out, awkward beyond belief. Shouto places me down gently, making sure all feet are steadily on the ground.
"Want to grab some lunch?" He asks me, and I'm pretty sure it isn't a request.
Damn he can smell my anorexic ass from a mile away.
Or I'm just too skinny.
I nod, and we walk in a comfortable silence to the cafeteria, volume increasing as we near.
I stop suddenly, not wanting to in, and trying to think of an excuse when things get interesting.