ERROR THEORY [BNHA fanfiction]

CHAPTER FOUR: CARDIGAN

        As per protocol, Hachimitsu guided each boy to the assigned bed. Part of her was thankful that the three boys were a bit smaller when sitting, it would've been hard to do any exam if they continued to loom over her. It was one of the downsides to being small, everything was just a little bit harder. She sometimes wondered how different things would be if she was taller.

        Would people see her differently? Respect her more? Maybe that's how her mother got respect, from being tall.

        Hachi pulled the curtain around the bed closed for privacy. Iida Tenya was quiet as she picked up the clipboard and flipped through the few pages that were there. 

        "You have three penetrating wounds you're recovering from," Hachi finally said, stepping off to the side to pull on a pair of gloves. Being sanitary is the most important part, she wouldn't want to cause infection by accident.

        "Yes, that's right," Iida said, "The doctor said I was recovering well, and that with one last treatment from Recovery Girl I would be good to go."

        "I know. It's in your notes," Hachimitsu said. "I need you to remove your shirt."

        "I- Excuse me? I don't think-"

        "Your wound is on your shoulder and arms. It'll be easiest that way."

        "R-Right!" 

        Hachi heard quiet talking and whispering snickers coming from the other side of the curtain, she couldn't begin to guess why. It was probably something that went over her head.

        Maybe it was a joke, one that she would have understood had she gone to middle school. She wondered if kids had jokes that everyone understood. Like a joke that every generation had. Did hers have one? Was she missing out? 

        When Iida had removed his shirt (with some help from Hachi, he still had to recover fully from the injuries), Hachi made quirk work to cut off the bandages around his shoulder, carefully taking it off and throwing it on the garbage attached to the side of the tray.

        "I don't mean to sound rude- but are you qualified to do this?" Iida Tenya asked, just as Hachi went to go examine the healing wound. The girl stopped, gloved fingers hovering just over the injury.

        Was she qualified? Legally, no. 

        Hachi didn't understand most of the legal jargon Recovery Girl had thrown at her during their meeting at the beginning of the semester, but she gathered that what she was doing wasn't completely legal. But, apparently, U.A. had gone through all the proper paper works and legal hoops to make this happen. Did she believe that to be true? No.

        But, was she qualified? 

       The girl would say yes, she was. Hachi would say she was much more qualified than most medical students, but maybe that was her confidence talking. That confidence often gave her problems. It wasn't anything that carried over to other subjects, though. Hachi was confident in what she knew, medical knowledge was one of those subjects.

        Shinsou often said that her confidence could be misconstrued as arrogance. Or cockiness. He would say, "be careful, Hachi. Adults don't like to be wrong."

        Hachimitsu knew that already; it was a fact she knew well. But that didn't mean she liked it. Because frankly, she didn't. 

        The girl wondered, briefly, if Iida could see the gears turning in her head. It felt like she stood staring at her hands for an hour, but it had to of only been a few seconds. It had to of been.