two weeks later...

place: hosu hospital, room 119

friday at 17:46/5:46PM

"you won't be able to be a hero," he stated, clicking his pen and writing down something on his clipboard.

you sighed. "and why are you able to dictate this?"

he pushed his glasses up. "you were suppose to die."

"suppose to. i didn't."

"you actually did. also, it doesn't mean you can ignore all the pain you will feel in your body."

"i was stabbed. i was burned. i was shot. i'll be fine."

"you're severely underweight and severely lacking sleep from previous circumstances. you have an eating disorder as well as a possible sleeping disorder. your arms will also be immobilized for a long period of time and will require a lot of physical therapy. along with your leg." he pushed his glasses up, sending a glare your way.

"i was so tired that i died for a second, is all. it's also apart of a drawback of my quirk for me to be so exhausted. i'll be eating properly when i'm in here. again, how does this dictate why i can't become a hero?" you glared back.

"it's simply outrageous-!"

knock knock knock.

the doctor sighed, standing and opening the door. there revealed your exhausted homeroom and your equally exhausted work studies mentor, standing at the doorway.

the doctor excused himself, quickly leaving the room. you rolled your eyes at him, before moving your gaze to the heroes at the door.

"well? you just gonna stand there or are you gonna enter?" you ushered.

they shared a look before entering. the two heroes clashed against the brighter looking room. the setting sun shone through the window, orange hues lighting up the dull, white room.

the two heroes stood awkwardly in front of your bed, not sure what to say. hawks rubbed the nape of his neck, eyes to the ground. aizawa had his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes adverting yours.

no one's eyes were on you.

you coughed a bit, trying to cover your face. you stared down at your immobile hands, but there wasn't any blood.

right, no more blood.

aizawa cleared his throat, causing hawks and you to look up at the ebony-haired male.

"l/n, we're sorry-"

you cleared your throat, shutting him up. "don't apologize, mr. aizawa. things were out of your control. so, stop blaming yourselves. both of you. all of you."

hawks started up, "it's not okay, l/n! you shouldn't have been left alone with them. we said we would protect you, and we couldn't."

you rolled your eyes. "sit. you both look awkward standing."

they obliged. hawks sat on a rolling chair to your left and aizawa sat on a wooden chair to your right. they both still refused to meet your gaze.

you sighed, shaking your head. "i am mad."

they both jolted their heads up, eyes on you.

"i felt abandoned. it was like you guys left me because i didn't deserve to be helped. as if it was some sort of test. i was angry. i could've became a villain right then and there." you hoarsely laughed at your joke.

they didn't.

"i wanted to give everyone a piece of my mind. just throw a huge tantrum in front of all the cameras. i was stuck fighting a group of the worst villain gang by myself. i had done everything to get y'all to come and help me, but you didn't. and i wanted vengeance.

"yet, i decided against it. i died. i have things to be grateful for. i know what dying is like. i can say i've experienced it all now. i mean, how many teenagers have you met that can say they died and came back from the dead?"

they shared a look with one another.

you sighed. "you guys want me to yell at you? degrade you for what you did? ruin your careers?"

they still didn't meet your gaze.

you laughed, glancing at the two of them. "well too bad! i'm alive, see? i'll be okay. i'll be admitted out of the hospital in three days. they said that i have an eating disorder, ptsd, and a bunch of other things. i'll live, though. everything will be okay. so wipe those looks off of your face."

another knock. then the door creaked opened.

there stood endeavor, minus all of his flames. his two middle children stood at each side, arms crossed.

"apologize. you want to be a better father? apologize to her," the girl stated, huffing.

you chuckled at her. "hi fuyumi. you too, natsuo. hello, endeavor."

he refused to meet your gaze. his eyes didn't meet yours.

"pussy," you mumbled, quickly clearing your throat. "i know what you're here for. i don't need anyone's apology. you were a jerk, yes. should you be needing my forgiveness? absolutely not. i'm still going to give it because i died and came back."

his eyes widened, but never meeting yours. you chuckled at his reaction. "is the number one pro hero scared to meet a teens gaze?"

he scoffed at you. you only laughed harder. "very well. i know you needed me for something else."

he nodded. "the villains are refusing to speak to anyone except you. they want to talk to you."

your eyes lit up. "really?"

he nodded. aizawa also nodded. "they're refusing to speak unless it's with you and only you. none of them want to talk. not even shigaraki."

you grinned. another thing to brag about.

"awesome! give me maybe 10 minutes and i'll be there," you concluded, swinging your legs across the bed.

"l/n! you aren't able to stan-"

you collapsed to the floor, looking up at everyone sheepishly. "oops?"

hawks held back a laugh, smiling all weird like. you shot him a glare while fuyumi helped you up. "shut up, hawks."

he raised his hands in defense. "i plead the fifth!"

fuyumi sighed at him, raising you to your feet. "do you have a wheelchair?"

you nodded, staring at the wheelchair across the room. she nodded, glancing at hawks.

"make yourself useful and grab that wheelchair, bird brain. we got some villains to talk to," you commanded, eagerness bubbling up inside of you.

hawks scrambled to his feet, swiftly grabbing the wheelchair for you. he pushed it to you, fuyumi catching it just in time.

aizawa shook his head in disapproval. "you're the only person i've met to be excited to talk to villains."

you grinned, being helped into the chair. "hopefully the only person too!"

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it was a plain grey room. there wasn't anything in it aside from a brown chair in the corner, glass separating the two rooms, and multiple wooden chairs in the middle of the room across from you.

the police chief and his lackeys dragged the villains into the room. they were completely blindfolded and in orange straitjackets that restricted any and all movements that they could have.

you glared at the officers. "remove their blindfolds and their straitjackets. they'll be fine without them."

the police chief shook his head. "no can do-"

"do what i asked. or must i remind you that i can completely ruin your reputation as police chief?"

he gulped, removing their blindfolds and jackets. you smiled nicely at the officers. "thank you."

"we are required to stay-"

you glared. "they refuse to talk to anyone but me. leave, please."

they all hurriedly left the room. it was just you, the glass wall, and the league of villains.

they all seemed to be physically better-- more refreshed. their hair wasn't as matted and they weren't wearing the same nasty clothes (that probably weren't ever washed). their eye bags seem to have worsen, but they'll get better with time.

toga was the first to talk. "we thought you died!"

you laughed, shaking your head. "i did die. fortunately, i was too resilient to die this young."

tears welt up in her eyes. "we were all so scared! as soon as the clouds disappeared from us... we just didn't know what to do!"

you smiled reassuringly. "well, i'm here now. i'm alive. and don't blame yourselves. you were simply protecting yourselves."

she nodded, wiping her tears away. "okay... okay. we won't."

"now," you started. "you guys are refusing to speak to anyone but me? am i really that special?"

they all stiffened, bashfulness creeping up to them. you grinned, chuckling slightly. "don't be shy about it now."

twice was the first to speak. "the rest were assholes. demanded us to talk! like hell we were."

you quirked an eyebrow, moving closer to the glass. "so i'm still right?"

more silence. eyes adverting yours.

you giggled, rest you head on your hand. "so sheepish."

shigaraki coughed, scratching his arm. toga's cheeks reddened, messing with her now-down hair. dabi scoffed, turning his back to you. the rest fiddled with their clothes, not a single pair of eyes meeting yours.

"now," you tilted your head. "let's get to talking."

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"l/n. you need to head back to your room," the doctor warned, his gaze sharp on you. he stood at the door, arms crossed.

you leaned back in your wheelchair, still laughing. "yeah yeah. give me a bit."

he glared harder. "you said that 30 minutes ago, l/n. you're suppose to be recovering! not becoming worse!"

you turned slowly, ceasing your laughter. you gazed at him, your face hard. "then bring my food here."

he shook his head. "you need to head to bed."

you rolled your eyes. "okay. ten more minutes."

"five minutes. thats final." and the door slammed behind him.

you turned back to the others. "i hate that doctor so much. telling me what i can and can't do. he took my phone too!"

toga rolled her eyes. "the nerve of some people."

you giggled at her, rolling your eyes. "honestly."

silence fell between everyone.

of course happiness can't last forever.

you sighed, backing up. "well, it seems as if you guys need to go soon. hopefully next time i decide to visit i'll actually be able to walk. and use my arms."

shigaraki nodded, sighing. twice and spinner giggled to one another, excited to see you again already. compress was still upset at you, but continued to be as playful as ever. toga seemed upset, but knew it was for the better.

dabi didn't talk at all during the hours.

the cops suddenly came in through the other door, there to bring the villains back. they grabbed everyone by the arms, forcing them out.

you glared at them. "i suggest you treat them with respect. also, keep dabi here. i still have five minutes."

the cop holding dabi scoffed, throwing him back into the room in front of you. dabi glared, rubbing his arm.

the rooms were silent. he still refused to look at you, and you wanted nothing more than answers.

"look dabi-"

"how'd you know?!" he cut you off, yelling.

your eyes widened, taken aback by his outburst. after hours of being in the same room, this was the first thing he's said.

you leaned back in your wheelchair. "well, as someone who goes to school with your little brother, who was forced to work with your shit excuse as a father, and an excellent observer, it wasn't too hard to piece everything together."

he grumbled, crossing his arms. "i thought i was slick with it."

you smirked. "you were, to the regular hero or civilian."

"are you gonna tell anyone?"

you shook your head. "unless you want me to."

he sighed. "okay. don't tell anyone. if you do, i'll do more than just melt the skin off of your arms."

you shuddered, forgetting that you were still talking to a murder. "i'd like to see you try, fire face."

the cop and doctor came back in, glaring at you. you rolled your eyes, "i wasn't finished before. take me away."

the doctor scoffed, grabbing your wheelchair and pushing you out. the cop harshly grabbed dabi, pulling him out of the other room.

"aye, be nice with that one. he's sensitive," you snickered, earning a glare from dabi. the cop grumbled something underneath his breath, walking the opposite direction of you and the doctor.

you sighed, being forced to go back to your room.

"you know, you're gonna get me in a lot of trouble-!"

"oh shut up. i died and came back to life. i should be able to live a little."