"I'll see you later, Nariko." I waved to her as we went opposite ways after exiting the small shop.

I stood at the corner of the sidewalk, debating which way to go. Straight to the dorms, or to the left, to the old bar. I spent an unusually long time contemplating.

The wind blew and tickled my skin. My ears twitched, and my tail swung to and fro. The fabric of my school uniform clung to my body.

I decided to just head back to my dorm.

I took a step forward when an unusually strong gust of wind pushed me to the right.

Unable to pick my feet up in time, I fell to my hands and knees. I lifted my eyes from the ground to the sky.

My braided hair was flying around in front of me from the exceptionally strong wind.

It was urging me to go right, across the street and down the road.

I complied, knowing it was the subconscious doing of one of my quirks.

I got onto my feet, the wind still urged me forward but less violently.

I walked at a steady pace. Following the leaves kicked up by the wind.

Till they started flying away faster. I sprinted after them. The wind picked me up off the ground every once and awhile.

I ran down the side walk. Brushing past people. Zooming by shops and stores. Nearly being hit by several cars.

My adrenaline kicked up, but I didn't feel free, I felt an overwhelming since of fear and dread.

I could feel my hair come undone. Whipping around behind me.

As I grew nearer to the edge of the city my ears picked up on the sound of struggled fighting.

I ran quicker, till I arrived at the end of the sidewalk. I stopped abruptly. Looking out into the open field at the edge of a cliff that overlooked the sea.

There were two figures fighting. One was clearly a pro. But one that wasn't known by many. They were fighting against a hooded figure.

The pro stretched his arms out, reaching around the hooded figure at an alarmingly quick movement. The hooded figure quickly tried to disorient their opponent, creating a large amount of blinding light from their palms.

The stranger fighting in the distance seemed to familiar.

A sudden feeling of dread and knowing washed down on me in a wave of drowning.

I knew I was a thief, a murder, a villain. But seeing she was something close, made me bubble with disappointment.

Though I shouldn't be one to judge, or place my disappointment, I couldn't help myself.

I surrounded myself with her, or more the thought that she was better than me yet she still cared, even if she didn't know.

As it dawned down upon me I looked past the fog and to the figures. The pro stood at the edge of the cliff, peering down to the sea. She was nowhere to be seen.

Fear rushed upon me. I picked myself off the ground, and bolted for the edge of the over hanged land. I reached the end and leaped off, not caring that the impact from the fall would seal my fate.

I extended my arms as if I were reaching out to hold something. My body plummeted to the ground.

If I lie dead in the sand the sea will sweep me away. My insane attempt at a rescue was futile. I was never going to reach her. The most I could hope for was to die quickly and meet her once more in the afterlife before I would be sentenced to Tartarus for all eternity.

My nose, mere inches from the sandy tide of the sea, floated, hovering above it like a bee.

My body was flung up, into the sky violently. So harshly I was drowning in air. The sheer force, rendered me unconscious, before sending me hurling into a tree.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Air forced its way into my lungs. My throat burned with agony. I began choking. Tears pricked my eyes.

I could understand anything except the feeling of suffocation. The pain that was relieved by the feeling of vomiting.

Yet I wasn't vomiting, a long tube was held in front of me.

"What th-" I was cut off by the sound of my own coughing. My voice was horse.

"Lungs are functioning and overall looks good."

A voice spoke from my right side.

"Ok." A deeper voice replied. "Hello, Miss, do you know where you are?"

They were talking to me. "No." I replied honestly.

"Do you know your name?"

"Yes."

"What's your name, Miss?"

"Pandora Bokkusu. Where am I?"

"Your at the hospital, you had a concussion. Can you tell me how old your are?"

"Almost 16."

"Ok, we're going to take you to get a few scans to make sure you're alright, then we'll send you on your way."

I heard the steps of the deeper voiced person leave.

"Miss Bokkusu, I'm going to let your brothers know your ok, do you need anything?"

"Water."

What did she mean by 'brothers'? I have no family. It would make sense for Tomura and Kurogiri to say something like that to get in but they wouldn't know I was here, nor would they care enough to do this. Kurogiri would've came by himself maybe, but everyone knows who they are from the USJ attack.

My head hurts to much to think about this.

"Bokkusu!" A loud voice echoed from the corner of the room.

I looked over, squinting my eyes. The light was to bright, making my head hurt even worse.

A blur of red and white bound into the room.

"Hey, dude! Are you ok? We saw you run out into the streets and we got worried, by the time we caught up with you, you had passed out against a tree. You were bleeding real bad."

"Why does the nurse think your my brother?" I questioned. Not fully comprehending the entire situation.

"That's the only way they let us in."