"that's it! you're free to go now!" principal nezu cheered, fixing the papers.

your parents nodded, standing up. "thank you for allowing our child to learn here. hopefully we'll be back next year."

he nodded, his smile never leaving his face. "we'll always be happy to accept you back here!"

your mom grabbed the wheelchairs handles, pulling you out of your daze and spot. you yawn, stretching your body to the best of your abilities.

principal nezu waved goodbye, as you were pushed out of the conference room. you sighed, looking down at your lap.

"don't be sad, y/n. you'll come back here next year," your dad reasoned, gently patting your head. "this is for your own good."

you shook your head, not saying anything back. it was hard to accept this fate. you couldn't do anything for yourself except accept what fate has given to you.

ua's halls were empty, not a single sign of life within it. orange and yellow hues lit the halls up, shining through the glass. the sun barely peaked over the tree line.

this would be your last time going through these halls.

"do i have to go?" you mumbled, your gaze never leaving your lap.

silence fell between your parents. the wheelchair's squeaks echoed through the halls.

it was always unfair.

"the paperwork has already been filled out. it's for your own good, sweetheart," your mom reasoned.

you nodded, too weak to argue back. you lifted your head and looked out the windows of ua, spotting the setting sun across the horizon.

'deja vu.'

you wanted to yell. you wanted to scream and fight back. you wanted to run. to be free. you were tired; exhausted.

why'd you let their words affect you? why'd you let their actions affect you?

no matter how much you tried to reason with yourself, it always came back to their fault. yet, you refused to blame them.

not being woken up in time for lunch, getting your lunch stolen from you, missing so many meals because of the "study". maybe it wasn't all their fault.

thats why you don't blame them; why you forgive them.

it was like being forced into a place where you simply didn't belong. you would try so desperately to fit in; to be like them.

it wasn't meant to be.

you couldn't blame them. so, you blame yourself.

you should've tried harder. you should've been better. you should've done something different. you shouldn't of let them treat you like that.

before you knew it, you were already in front of class 1-a's dormitory. the building looked the same as ever. nothing changed.

life keeps going on after you're gone.

"we'll go grab your items. would you like to stay outside or would you like to go inside and say goodbye?" you father asked.

you didn't look up. "i'll stay out here."

they shared a look, sighing. "okay sweetie. we'll be right back."

their footsteps echoed away from you. at last, you could have peace.

the last time you'll be here.

did you still want to say goodbye?

there were muffled voices coming from inside of the building you once counted as home. shouting, cheering, anything loud.

the front doors opened. a flock of students you once called your classmates came running out. running towards you.

"l/n!" one of them shouted.

you still didn't look up. if anything, you closed your eyes.

you didn't want to say goodbye.

no matter how much they harmed you, hurt you, disgraced you; you will always still count them as friends.

a pair of arms wrapped around you. then another. then more.

finally, you looked up.

the entire class (minus bakugou) was hugging you.

aizawa and your parents were also at the front doors, an unreadable expression on their faces. you swore you could see tears in your teacher's eyes, but you couldn't care.

you couldn't care about anything they did in the past now. regardless if they knew what they were doing, it didn't matter.

forgive-- and forget.

life's too short.

"give her space everyone!" iida commanded, chopping his invisible vegetables.

"are you actually leaving?! please tell me you're joking!" mina pleaded, shaking you.

you winced, as you haven't fully recovered. "i'm leaving. i can't really do anything in this state."

"those are some gnarly burns," kirishima pointed to your arms. "you have some on your leg too!"

you chuckled. "yup. i also have stab wounds. some bullet wounds too. not to brag, but i think i'm gonna have cooler scars than izuku over here."

the green-ette's face flushed, waving his hands in defiance. "i-it's not a competition!"

everyone pointed out how cool your scars were gonna end up, how cool you were gonna look, etc. they all talked about you.

all eyes were on you.

your gaze shifted to the blond standing awkwardly away from everyone else. he kept his usual scowl, so uninterested. his arms were crossed, his ruby eyes glaring oh-so harshly at the ground.

he wanted to so desperately hate you. loath you.

you were better than him.

you were better than everyone.

he hated that. he hated you.

yet, he couldn't help but think how much he might miss messing with you. threatening you with fights or racing you to class every morning.

they were all gonna miss you, no matter how hard they tried to convince themselves.

maybe that's why you couldn't blame them.

bakugou's gaze finally met yours, startling him slightly. you rolled your eyes playfully. "c'mon bakugou. don't try and act tough now when you might not see me ever again. well, aside from me becoming number one before you."

he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "i ain't gonna miss you."

"oh please. keep trying to convince yourself that."

that's when he smiled ever-so-slightly. he let it slip, only for a second though.

at least you caught it. he knew you did too.

"fine, be that way," you joked.

suddenly, a car beeped from behind you. your parents driver had already arrived at the school.

something had shifted in the air.

your dad was suddenly behind you, grabbing the handles of your wheelchair. he started to push you in the direction of the newly-arrived car.

your mom was walking closely behind, pushing past your classmates and friends. they weren't giving you a chance to say goodbye.

why were they acting like this?

"mom? dad? why are we leaving so suddenly? all of my belongings are still back there," you asked them, confusion and anxiety seeping into you like poison.

silence.

you glared at them, huffing. "silence doesn't give me an answer, you know. why are we leaving right now?"

more silence.

"hello?! earth to parents?!" you shouted, trying your best to grab their attention.

nothing.

they then helped you into the car and (unwillingly) shut the door on you. you weren't able to knock or roll down the windows. you couldn't open the door.

you were powerless.

immobile.

you unlocked your phone using facial scan, swiftly messaging the group chat.

I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY FORCED ME INSIDE THE CAR BUT THEY'RE NOT OKAY

THERES SOMEONE ONLINE PLEASE HELP ME

I CAN'T USE MY ARMS AT ALL

o

hi l/n

kaminari please open my car door

my parents aren't listening to me

ugh

y???

rlly weird tbh

yeah

please open my door or have someone else do it if you don't want to

yk i would but ur parents r yellin rn

WHAT?!

sayin how were bad ppl n shit

ope aizawa stepped in

its heated asfffffffff

they said u aint gonna have no more cotnact wjth us

EXCUSE ME?!

ARE THEY ON SOMETHING?!

idk

kinda spooky

ope they grabbin ur stuff

ig this is goodbye 4 gud l/n

they're joking

i think

hold on

your parents were hastily heading to the car, throwing your items into the trunk and slamming it closed. you gulped, nervously.

why were they so aggressive all of a sudden?

they opened the door, sliding in the backseat with you. "to our house please," you father commanded, his voice stern.

you gave him a side glance, confused. the engine roared as you turned and looked out the window. they were all standing still, different negative emotions plastered onto all of their faces.

aizawa looked pissed. did your parents cause that?

you started to move. the car was driving away.

would you really never see them again?

you watched out the window. they were becoming smaller and smaller. and there was nothing you could do about it.

your phone vibrated in your lap, turning on. 'L/n, tell them the truth.', it read.

the truth? the truth about what?

turning your head, you quickly gave your parents a skeptical look. the truth?

"mom, dad?" you asked, not removing your gaze from them. "did something happen?"

your dad shifted his gaze from the window to you, but never made eye contact with you. your mom didn't even spare a glance at you.

"are you two just gonna give me the silent treatment? i want an answer." you huffed.

your dad then looked at his wife, wondering if he's allowed to say. you grumbled, rolling your eyes. "my teacher looked extremely pissed when we were leaving. did you guys do something?"

"we had to say a few words to him," your mom spoke up, never looking at you.

"why?" you asked, quirking an eyebrow. "they couldn't have been good words, mom."

"we can talk more at home," she stated, crossing her arms.

you huffed, glaring at her. "i don't want this to be brushed under the rug, mom. it's either we talk about or i'll ask them myself."

finally, she looked at you. "oh really?" she asked.

you nodded firmly. "i want to talk about it."

"fine! we told them how terrible they all were for forcing you into fighting all of those villains by yourself. you weren't capable of defeating them, and the entire class should've had part in it. not just you," she rambled, venom lacing her voice.

"honestly, they should've left it to the heroes. we knew this place was a terrible decision. we moved here because we knew how much you really wanted to go to ua!" your father joined in.

you stared at them, baffled. did they really think it was the schools fault because you ended up hurt?

then you started to laugh. it was their turn to stare at you like you were crazy.

"are you guys kidding?" you laughed some more, your shoulders shaking with every breath.

"what, y/n?" your mom demanded, glaring.

you immediately stopped laughing, clearing your throat. "it wasn't their fault, it was mine! i wanted to capture the villains. none of my class knew about this. only the staff at the school. also, do you seriously think that i'm that incapable of protecting myself? yeah i don't have the proper training like the rest of my class, but i'm still able to fight!"

silence. and their stares.

you shrugged. "believe me or don't. i was the one who wanted to do all of this. were the heroes suppose to help me? yes they were. did i end up getting injured because they didn't help me? yes i did. do i blame them? absolutely not."

more staring. their gazes were piercing into you.

"i think you guys owe them an apology," you muttered, intimidated by their staring.

their stares were the only ones that intimidated you. not the villains. not your classmates. not your teachers. not the heroes.

your parents stares.

"can you guys talk? the staring is creeping me out."

they blinked, snapping out of whatever trance they were in. "you decided to fight those villains? without help?" your dad asked.

"well, not completely alone. i asked my teacher mr. aizawa-- or eraserhead-- if i could take on this mission with the heroes help. after almost a month of planning, we finally were able to take them down," you explained, the car slightly bumping.

"so you decided to put yourselves in harm way?!" your mother shouted.

you recoiled, confused. "it was for the sake of keeping this country safe."

"but you became injured!"

you stared at her, frightened. you weren't frightened when fighting the league. you were never frightened because of your parents.

"it was for the sake of helping and becoming a hero. i wanted to do this, so don't blame anyone else." your dad had to put a hand on your her shoulder in order to keep her from strangling you.

"y/n..." your father started, a stern stare on his face. "i hope you understand how concerned we were for you. we kept blaming the league as well as the staff at your school, only to find out it was your fault?"

you gulped, nervousness creeping up. "nothing was anyone's fault? yeah i got injured, but so did everyone else."

"you died, y/n! do you understand how hard that was to cope with as parents?!" your mom shouted, frustration rising up in her.

"i know i died, mom! but i'm alive now, aren't i? why can't anyone understand that i'm not dead anymore?! i'm alive and breathing! focus on the present!" you argued back.

you never argued with your parents.

she put a hand up to her lips, shocked at your sudden change in behavior. "are you, arguing with me?"

"maybe i am!" you shot back, frustration starting to replace your nervousness.

silence.

you swear you could of seen the driver take a nervous glance at the three of you through the mirror.

your father sighed, massaging his wife's shoulders. "look, let's talk about this at home-"

"NO!" the two of you shouted at him.

he gulped, shutting up. he didn't want to further anger his family.

"y/n, i only want what's best for you. my responsibility as a parent is to love you unconditionally and to keep you safe. we failed to keep you safe, especially from those villains who were right in our grasps! do you know how hard that is on us?

"we understand that you're back and you're alive. we get that. you're not dead."

"so you understand that-!"

"BUT," she cut you off. "that doesn't dismiss what everyone went through when hearing that you died. we thought we lost our only child. the heroes thought they lost an amazing prodigy. your classmates thought they lost a friend!

"that puts all of us under some sort of trauma. we do apologize for our outburst to your classmates and teacher; there was miscommunication. unfortunately, it doesn't dismiss what they put you through. it also doesn't dismiss the fact that you went behind our backs and decided to fight one of the strongest groups in japan. it was completely unsafe and reckless!"

your father sighed once more, massaging his wife's shoulder once more. "you were stupid, but not dumb."

you sighed, frustrated. "mom, i don't think you understand. i'm not the same kid i was when i was five! i don't need to tell you everything or how everything is going."

"you're right, you don't have to," she stated calmly.

you stared at her, dumbfounded. did she finally see where you we're coming from?

"yet-"

nevermind.

"we are your parents. like i said before, we are to keep you safe and love you unconditionally. will we always support your decisions? of course not. will we still love you? yes. in order to keep you safe, we should know what you're doing or how you're doing," she added, rubbing her husbands hand that was placed on her shoulder.

you stared at them. you knew she was right. yet, it didn't give them the right to yell at your friends.

"i understand what you're saying. just, please apologize to my teacher and class later. tell them you misunderstood the situation," you reasoned, averting your gaze from them.

they shared a look with one another, before looking at at you. "okay," your mother spoke up, you also looking back up at her.

"but," your father intervened. "i believe you should be grounded for lying."

dumbstruck, dumbfounded, whatever you called it. that's what you were feeling right now.

"wait, you're saying you're gonna ground me because i had to lie to everyone?" you asked, frustration seeping into you again.

your mom nodded. "yes. i believe that is a suitable punishment. i also believe you should loose all contact with your class, to better yourself."

the thing with them is that once they decided on something, there wasn't going back.

you were grounded for something you had to do.

"i have to also loose contact with all of them?! until i go back to yuuei?!" you shouted.

this was unfair.

your dad nodded. "yes. it's to better yourself, sweetheart."

better my ass.

you were too exhausted to argue anymore. whatever they say, goes. "fine. let me say goodbye at least."

"of course."

•

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THOSE OLD BITCHES DON'T KNOW WHAT THEIR TALKING ABOUT!!

aizawa was so mad 😭

Oh, hello L/n!

hi

i told them the truth

Finally doing something right

shut up with the remarks for a second

i'm leaving the group chat

this is not my decision

i'm being grounded for what i did

i don't know when i'll be ungrounded, or when i can join the group again, or talk to anyone again

i'm sorry

forgive yourselves please

i don't know how long it'll take for me to walk or write again

maybe next year, maybe forever from now

you guys were shitty classmates, but pretty good friends

if you get another new classmate, don't treat them how you did me

thank you

So you're leaving, just like that?

it's not my decision, shoto

i won't have contact with anyone

i'm almost home

You can't leave :(

... rlly?!

i'm sorry

i don't know how else to say it

('༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ')

It'll be okay, L/n

we'll all meet in the future

i promise

i have to give my phone up now

bye everyone 👋

Goodbye, L/n. Have a safe recovery!

Fr don't end up worse

im crying rn omg

💕

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"are you done?"

"i guess so."

"come, let's start your recovery. you're only bound to get better from here, y/n."

you hummed, too exhausted to say anything else.

a tear slipped from your eyes. then another.

tears poured out of you like a flood.

maybe you did deserve this. as if this was the worlds way of saying you shouldn't of taken that mission.

too late now.

time for your new life.