（𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈.）𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄

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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hinata screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What is going on?!" Sugawara asked.

"I don't know!" Daichi responded.

"Ouch! Hinata! Don't kick me!" Kageyama shouted.

Everyone, even Tsukishima, Ushijima and Kenma, was struggling. All of them were screaming so loudly that they could've all sworn the whole world had heard them.

"Iwa-chan! Help me!" Oikawa shouted, swatting his arms all over the place in hopes to get in control of his movements.

"I can't help you, Trashykawa! I can't even help myself!" Iwaizumi responded with the same amount of force applied to his voice.

"Is this what she felt when she was swallowed by the big giant back thing?!" Tendou questioned, looking around to only see darkness.

"What giant back thing?!" Kuroo asked, concerned.

"Right!" Tanaka shouted, "We were swallowed by the giant back thing as well!"

"WHAT?!" Asahi screamed terrorizing.

The constant whooshing noises were the only ones they could hear. Well, besides the shouts they all let out.

"What are we going to do?!" Yamaguchi frantically asked.

"Woohoo! This! Is! FUN!" Bokuto exclaimed, smiling widely, oblivious of the current situation.

"Bokuto-san!" Akaashi irritatingly called out.

"This is a very dangerous situation we are in! You should not be like that!" Kenma scolded his upperclassman, sounding very much like a dear class representative - Iida Tenya.

Bokuto laughed childishly as he did some flips in the air whereas everyone else continued struggling.

"Woah! What's that?" Tendou asked as he stopped struggling. Everyone shifted their attention towards where the boy pointed, spotting a large bright screen that was made out of just light.

A person appeared in front of them, scaring their souls out of them. Screaming, the old man winced before shooting them a dirty glare.

"Quit that shouting," he grunted, "You young children are so troublesome! So troublesome indeed!"

"Who are you?!" Asahi asked as poor Ennoshita tried to calm the shivering Hinata down.

"That doesn't matter now," he said, "All that matters is how you children will be helping a dear friend of yours."

"A dear friend?" Nishinoya wondered with Tanaka and Yamamoto muttering out words of agreement.

Yaku cleared his throat. "Excuse me, sir," he said politely, "But what do you mean by this 'friend'?"

"Well..." the man sighed, "Bakugou F/n is having quite a difficulty surviving. Mentally that is."

The screams from earlier seemed to die down immediately. 'F/n-san,' Tsukishima thought, 'And here I thought you were homesick. What happened to you?'

"Listen," the old man continued, ignoring the looks he received from the boys, "You just need to hang in there and wait for a couple of minutes. I have no idea what I did wrong but you need to hang in there."

"W-"

Screams started to grow once again, the speed they were going in was dangerous and no one dared to even look back at the old man.

They were terrified. All except Bokuto.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

The ringing noise kept going over and over again. Her head throbbed as if someone was pounding their fist against it. Her tears were unstoppable that not even the most heroic hero or the most villainous villain could stop it.

Her fingers dug into her skin, creating a mark on her palm. The night sky was something she was supposed to enjoy, not something she was supposed to suffer under.

It wasn't like those other movies where the main character would suffer only to be the strongest hero ever. She will never be the strongest hero ever. Never.

F/n sat on her balcony floor, hugging her legs against her chest. Her mind was clouded with fear and loss of trust. Her friends, well the people that she befriended that were probably not anymore what she would call them, had doubted her.

They didn't believe her. They didn't believe that she would get her quirk back, which was probably the worst way to indirectly say that she would never become a hero.

But they were right. She will never become one no matter what she does.

With a quirk or not, she will never become a hero. Not with that stupid, idiotic attitude of hers.

That was what she had been thinking over and over again, scolding herself continuously.

They doubted her. Right after they told her that they would change. They doubted her!

A quirk was all she needed to own. It was like losing your heart and still being expected to go onwards. That was what she felt like. Losing something she cherished the most in her life.

Her quirk.

The evening came by and the girl went downstairs as the sun started to set. The orange sky was what she saw along with the round source of light, appearing to be seen halfway on the horizon.

She wasn't supposed to go out of the dorms but a walk around the building wouldn't hurt. Well, at least that was what she thought.

"F/n," a deep voice let out, making the girl swing her head to meet the owner's black-coloured eyes.

"Aizawa-sensei," she greeted, bowing her head slightly, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to have a walk and-"

"I'm sorry," he apologized, making the girl look at him, "All Might and I... We didn't mean to say it that way."

F/n looked at her feet before saying, "It's okay."

"You... You can be a hero without a quirk," the teacher continued and the girl's lips twitched slightly downwards.

"You can be a hero without a quirk," he repeated as he saw her frown.

"No, I can't," she said, raising her head, "I can't even be a hero with a quirk. How am I supposed to be a hero without?"

"A hero is someone that can save others."

"And so I was told," she said, looking down once again. "How can I save others without the ability to save myself?" she asked.

Aizawa exhaled softly, closing his eyes as he felt the breeze touching his scarred cheek. The breeze formed goosebumps in F/n's thin arms as she rubbed her hands against it.

"You changed."

F/n raised her head to meet Aizawa's eyes. "So I did."

"Why?"

"You might already know why, Aizawa-sensei."

"Listen, F/n," Aizawa started, having enough of her doubting herself, "You can do it. You can be a hero. You wouldn't want to disappoint your brother, do you?"

"But I already did!" she exclaimed, clenching her hands and eyes shut, "I already disappointed him. The rest of the class included."

"No, you have not," he said, "When you disappeared, they were not disappointed in you, they were disappointed in themselves."

F/n grew silent, not knowing how else to retort to her teacher. She had been braver and more confident, Aizawa noted. Her old self was disregarded as if it were just a speck of dust.

"They appreciate you," he claimed, "They want to fix their mistakes. And I think that you should give them a chance. A second chance like everyone deserves. Even you."

The teacher knew that it was no longer a 'second chance'. It was more like the millionth.

But she was willing to forgive because of two reasons. One, because what Aizawa said was right and two, because she trusted him.

She wanted to forgive. And she did.

[ e d i t e d ]

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