Don't Let the Spark Die [BNHA Gen 2]

Chapter 34: I Can't Breathe

Miria POV

It went wrong. It's going wrong. It's all wrong. Dad and Father are on the ground, Shinji's nowhere to be found, there's fire and smoke everywhere. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

I can't breathe

I'm running through the halls crying, looking for anyone I can, even if it's Class 1-A. I finally find the common room and classroom for 1-A, since I was separated from it when everything happened. I go to the classroom, walking in to see the students and teachers attending to each other's injuries. I don't know where their parents are but I don't oppose threat so they don't attack. I can still hear the things they call me.

Villain. Psycho. Useless. Worthless. Dangerous. Sick. Unstable. Evil. Disturbing. Frightening. Outcast.

All these thoughts in my head as they whisper about me, talk about me.

I can't breathe

I start to scream. I back up against the wall with my hands over my ears. I scream until tears run down my face. I scream until I cough up blood. I scream until I go deaf. I scream until I shake.

Pain. So much pain. My head is spinning, I'm spinning. I'm in pain. I'm lost. I am no one.

"STOP!!" I hear someone yell. It startles me and even though I'm not screaming, I'm crying.

I can't breathe

I sit on the floor, crying, shaking, sobbing to myself as the heroes call me names.

"Everyone stop. She's just a kid." Whoever was talking, was also crying. "Did you not hear her?" The person moved to step in front of me, protecting me. "She's screaming in agony. In pain. She doesn't need teenagers and teachers telling her what she is. God forbid if your parents were here . Heroes are supposed to help people, good or bad. We are all human. She's human." He turns around to face me as the room goes silent.

"Satoshi Iida." He smiles a warm smile at me. I can see the bruises on his body from what we did.

"M-Miria Takami." I gasp, trying to fully comprehend the injuries we've given to these kids.

I can't breathe

"How old are you Takami?" He's still smiling his warm smile.

"Y-Younger than you." The room gasps, apparently not knowing that a kid could be a villain. "I'm 13."

Iida turns back around to face his classmates and teachers.

"Where's her family?" He says sternly, almost demanding.

"Your parents are out trying to find them along with the rest of the class." One of the teachers say.

"Mr Aizawa." A voice says. "There's a girl here. She was with the LOV. Maybe this one knows her."

Iida helps me stand up and we walk to the back of the room. Even with my head down, I can see everyone move away as I step past. There, in the back of the room, the girl they were talking about laid unconscious.

"Shinji!!" I scream, pushing past Iida and running to her. I can see she had blood everywhere, meaning one thing.

"She's overused her quirk." I whisper hoarsely. "Oh god, Shin." I cradle the smaller girl in my arms.

I can't breathe

"Takami." The teacher's voice says again. "Who are your parents?"
I don't answer, not knowing if I should give it away.

"D-Dabi and Hawks."

"And her parents?" He asks, gesturing at Shinji.
"Himiko Toga. This is Shinji Toga, she's 11." I hear the room gasp once again at Shinji's age.

All of a sudden, 3 of the Class 1-A parents walk through the door.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

"Why are they here?"

"Aizawa?!"

I shot up quickly from the floor, forgetting Shinji and letting her hit the floor with a bang. There's yelling, so much yelling, from all these parents. I cover my ears once more.

I can't breathe

"GUYS!" The teacher, Aizawa, yells. "Bakugo, Jiro, Ashido. I know you're confused but let her explain."
Iida, who was still standing with me, gently pulls me forward in front of the 3 parents.
"Who are you?" The blonde one says sternly.
"Nobody. I'm just a villain."
"Why are you here?" The strong redhead questions.
"We were here on a mission."
"How old are you?" The purple-haired girl sighs.

"I-I'm only 13." I still have my head down as I answer but I see the classroom door open.
"What's your name kid?" One of them asks. I see footsteps enter the room.
"My n-name is-"

"Miria?" I look up at the person who had just walked in.

I can't breathe

And that's when I collapsed into his arms. 

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