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"I really am sorry for startling you like that... it wasn't my intention. Are you doing alright?"
"Y-Yeah, of course, I'm fine."
You were seated in a vacant break room with All Might himself, a water bottle in your hands as the gigantic man sat right across from you.
It felt strange seeing a man as big as him sitting in that normal sized chair. It was almost funny, even. But you couldn't laugh, you couldn't seven speak more than five words at a time.
"Are you sure?" All Might seemed oddly worried, "You've been awfully quiet, and you seem to be shaking."
You blinked, then looked at your legs which had been trembling violently for the past five minutes non stop.
"...no I'm not."
You scolded yourself internally over the obvious lie before beginning to down the water to avoid speaking, taking a moment to reflect on what you'd seen and heard.
One for All... output... microwaves... bones breaking?! It all made zero sense to you, but you were under the impression that you weren't supposed to hear any of it, let alone witness All Might and that kid yapping about whatever they were yapping about!
'Okay, it's okay... I just need to deny ever seeing anything—' "I overheard that Todoroki kid interrogating Midoriya about him being your lost son or whatever. Is that true?" 'NO! YOU IDIOT-!!!'
All Might's jaw dropped and you broke into a slight sweat despite your expression remaining guarded. You 🚚ed up, it was so over, there was no coming back from that.
You'd screwed yourself over within less than a second of opening your dumb mouth, nice job you genius.
"I-It's okay, All Might, I understand!" you blurted.
"You do?!" All Might damn near shrieked.
"Y-Yeah! You're obviously Midoriya's absent father, and he's even having difficulty controlling the quirk he inherited from you, so you've been mentoring him to the best of your abilities to help him control it!" you exclaimed, face growing unbearably hot with embarrassment as you kept spouting random 💩, "I understand that you wish to keep it a secret, so I won't tell a soul!"
All Might looked absolutely flabbergasted and you began to sweat a bit, "A-Am I actually wrong?"
"I— well, that's... uh-!"
"Ack! I'm so sorry for assuming!"
"No, you actually... got it right! Yes! You're right!"
You let out a small breath of relief, "That so? Ah, what a relief. At first I'd thought I'd come across some kind of super important secret that would eventually get me in a lot of trouble with some kind of terrifying villain."
...oddly specific.
"I'd rather this not get out, so could you do me a favor and keep this a secret?" All Might's voice was hushed as you perked up, nodding hastily.
"Yes, yes, of course! I won't tell anyone about you being that kid's Dad, and I'll keep quiet about you actually being a really scrawny skeleton."
"A WHAT—"
"I'll be going now!"
You hopped out of your seat, bowing hastily before zooming out of the room with burning cheeks. What a close one! You let out a small sigh as you strolled through the halls, intending to return back to your classmates where things actually made sense...
You quickly made your way back to where the rest of your classmates were seated, murmuring a tired greeting to Tsuburaba who had said hello upon your return.
You took a seat beside him and Kaibara with a heavy sigh, leaning all the way back in the seat with a groan only to find Tsunotori and Honenuki sitting behind you, "Eh? Horse face, what are you doing back up here? Don't you have a match?"
"H-Horse face?!" Tsunotori demanded.
"Didn't you know? Her match ended just a few minutes ago," Honenuki pointed out, "Speaking of which, where were you?"
"Tokage was freaking out when you didn't come back, she went looking for you a few minutes ago." Kaibara pointed out, "Where'd you run off to?"
"Well... uh..."
"More important, why's that kid who beat Tsunotori staring at you so intently?" Tsuburaba asked loudly, pointing to the other student section blocked by a wall.
You followed his finger and you choked at the sight of that Midoriya kid hanging over the wall, peering at you intensely. Upon realizing he'd been spotted, he gasped and ducked back down with a quick, "Sorry!"
You groaned, looking ahead again with an exhausted expression, 'Just great... what a damn pain.'
You slept through the matches leading up to your own, only waking up to awkwardly pat Yanagi when she returned moping over her loss to Shinso then again when your classmates started going berserk after Monoma beat Awase Class A girlfriend or whatever.
As you'd expected, he'd copied your quirk to overwhelm the girl and get close enough to copy her quirk. She'd done well, and was quick on her feet. Not to mention, she was good at wielding the staff she'd created with her quirk.
But Monoma was just too sly and too damn sharp, somehow managing to create a 🚚ing taser and stun her long enough to knock her out of bounds.
Anticlimactic and probably would've ended different had Monoma not been as much of a smart 🍑.
You just kept on snoozing, recharging for the draining experience you had ahead of you. And then, the fateful moment had arrived.
You sleepily wandered away from the student section, down to the tunnel leading to the field and stepped up onto the arena or whatever as Present Mic started doing his announcing thing.
You had to squint to see Kamakiri, but damn.
He didn't look happy. The feeling was mutual.
"AND NOW, FOR THE FATED BATTLE BETWEEN RIVALS—!" "We're not rivals." "On the left, he's been giving his beastly strong classmate the death glare all day... we have Kamakiri Togaru of Class 1-B!"
You crossed your arms, silently eyeing the green eyed boy across from you. He kind of looked like a bug, mostly because of those razor sharp hooked blades coming out of his face.
You'd hate to get cut by one of those.
In fact, you'd hate to get cut at all!
His quirk, you'd been paying very little attention to Tsuburaba, Tsunotori, and Bondo during the last match of the mock battles with the third years, but you could understand how it worked.
Razor sharp blades that could cut you.
He could spawn them on any part of his body.
You didn't like that one bit.
It was a bad matchup by quirk standards, him cutting you meant you'd have more blood at your disposal to overpower him with. But, you like your blood inside your body, not outside where you can't even get it to clot and stop flowing out.
"I'm gonna tear you to shreds, Maruyama!"
"But what did I even do?"
"And on the right, we have 1-B's Star Student! She snatched first place in the Obstacle Race with an exciting display of superhuman strength and helped her team regain possession of the ten million points in the Calvary Battle—"
"Enough! Get on with it already!" you shouted.
"And quite the hot blooded young hero in training, too! Maruyama Y/n!" Present Mic declared as you buried your face in your hand with a groan.
"Before we start, what's your issue with me, eh? What have I done to you anyways?" you questioned, looking back up at Kamakiri with a frown.
"Tetsutetsu told me everything! About the kind of sick person you were back in Junior High! How you were some kind of delinquent who liked to beat up other people for the hell of it!"
In an instant, your mild look of confusion faded and was replaced with a less than pleasant expression.
Oh please, another misinformed moron.
You couldn't blame Tetsutetsu for getting the wrong idea, it's easy to misunderstand when almost all occasions you'd met him in during the past were prior to or following a run in with some idiots who wanted nothing but trouble.
Especially that night when the police got called.
But why'd he have to go yapping to Kamakiri?
Mmm... but then again. At least he hadn't gone and told the whole class. You'd give him that.
"Listen, I didn't ask for the trouble I got back in Junior High. I wasn't a delinquent or anything of the sort." you groaned, "You could've asked me if you were curious."
"Drop the act! Tetsutetsu told me what you did!" what. "That pro hero, I know you're responsible for what happened to him! And I know for a fact that you don't belong here, Maruyama!"
You stood there, processing his words.
What pro hero? That thing wasn't a hero.
How the hell could he even say that?
"Now listen here—!"
Midnight swished her little whip thing through the air, the crack drowning you out, "Begin!"
Your classmate wasted no time charging, sharp blades emerging from his forearms. Your eyes widened at the sight of them, 'Damn, those are sharp!'
Kamakiri swiped at you with those sharp 🍑 blades, but you were already moving out of the way. Each time he swiped, you back stepped.
Simple as that, there was no way you were risking getting close. Last time you did that with someone holding a lot of sharp things, you—!
"Maruyama, pay attention!" Saihara's voice boomed from the stands and you glanced down, spotting the boundary line just behind you.
Kamakiri was lunging right for you, either going to cut you or push you out of bounds. In that moment, you displayed the intelligence of a cornered deer and charged right back at him.
You ducked under his arms, looping your arms around his torso and taking him to the ground.
"GRAHHHHH!!! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!!"
Ok.
You were quick to back off, but clearly not quick enough considering your gym uniform now had a long slice along the arm. Damn. He cut you.
'He knows. He knows, he knows, he knows, what do I do?' you wondered, trembling lightly as Kamakiri got back up to his feet, glaring at you, 'If I can get him to ingest some of my blood, maybe I could... no! Why would I think that?! Bad y/n, bad bad y/n!'
"Come on, quit holding back already! If you don't wanna fight, get out of arena!" Kamakiri shouted, charging at you once more. You jolted, unsure of where to go, and just didn't go anywhere.
Your classmate threw a punch that missed your face, but the blade along his arm still cut you.
Ow, ow, ow, that hurt-!
Maybe if you hit him hard enough—
"Come on, Maruyama! You didn't mind hurting other people before, what's gotten into you now?" Kamakiri demanded as you prioritized protecting your face, simply allowing him to cut up the sleeves of your uniform and add more cuts to the ones already marring the skin of your arms.
"Come on, fight back!"
"Fight back already, Maruyama!"
The son of a binch yanked your arms away from your face and you jerked your head out of the way of his bladed arm, only for the idiot to cut your damn forehead.
You stumbled back, taking slow breaths as you felt blood roll from the cut and down your face. It wasn't serious, it really wasn't that serious.
But he knew.
Maybe, just maybe if you hit him hard enough—
Kamakiri was grabbed by one of the little blades sticking out of his face and yelped when you yanked him towards you, his face connecting with your fist.
'Maybe if I hit him hard enough, he'll forget.'
You slammed your fist into his face again and again, getting a few good hits in before hurling him away like some kind of dumpster trash or whatever.
He went tumbled across the arena, leaving you to stand while breathing heavily. Those cuts on your arms were beginning to hurt again as they started bleeding again, soaking right through the bandages like the damn things weren't even there.
"I'm getting tired of your incessant yapping? You think I'm some kind of delinquent, eh?" you snapped as you stormed towards the discombobulated Kamakiri who was teetering back to his feet, "Fine then, I ought to start acting like one, right?"
"B-Bring it on, I'll...!" you snatched Kamakiri up by the blade things on his face and headbutted him, a resounding CRACK ringing throughout the stadium as the crowd simultaneously cringed at the sound.
It was over. Kamakiri fell backwards, out like a light as you remained standing with a cold look. You glared down at him in silence before wiping away from blood your forehead and turning away.
"Pain in the 🍑..."
Midnight regarded Kamakiri for a long moment as you trudged back to the steps, hands shoved in the pockets of your school uniform, "Kamakiri is unable to battle any longer! Maruyama wins!"
"W-Well... there you have it, folks! Kamakiri is unable to fight, so Maruyama proceeds to round two!"
Despite your classmate being wheeled away on a stretcher by robots, the crowd cheered as you left the platform thingymabob. The cheers seemed far off as you rubbed at your forehead with a pensive look.
'He knows. Tetsutetsu knows. What do I do?'
you glanced up, spotting your frightened sharp toothed classmate in the stands. The moment your eyes met, he looked away while you turned your gaze ahead again. 'That's no good. I should do something.'
You weren't a bad person.
You really weren't.
At least you didn't think you were.
You'd just made some choices in the past that were heavily frowned upon, and... ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time very very often.
'Kamakiri was right, I really shouldn't be here. I should be locked up or at least publicly labeled a criminal, but I'm not-!'
"Maruyama?"
You stopped with a sharp gasp, gaze snapping over to the speaker. It was just Awase, accompanied by Yaoyorozu of all people. Oh— how interesting.
"Awase—" you began. Ah, what do you say?
Everyone has just seen you punch the 💩 out of Kamakiri, what in the world could you say?!
Awase glanced at your arms which were still bleeding, leaving a trail of red along the path you'd come from, "You should probably get that treated."
You glanced at your arms and swallowed nervously, "Y-Yeah, you're right... I should."
Not another word left you as you hurried past your classmate and the ebony haired girl he'd been walking with, eyes downcast and your heart racing in your chest.
You headed to Recovery Girl's temporary office where she scolded you for being so foolish before sitting you down and beginning to tend to the new cuts added to your collection.
"You ought to put more effort into trying not to get cut, especially since you can't seem to heal right."
"...I know."
You sat still as the little old lady cleaned the cuts, being gentle with you and careful with each cut. Your gaze trailed from the newer ones to the older ones. Ugly black scars, each a reminder of the very thing Kamakiri claimed to know so much about.
"Tsk." your brows furrowed, "Nosy bastard."
"Something on your mind?" Recovery Girl inquired and you turned your face away with a small pout.
"Nothing. Just... reflecting, I suppose."
You were there for a while, Recovery Girl patching you up till your arms were wrapped nice and neat with clean new bandages. She even gave you a cute bandage patch to cover the cut Kamakiri left on your damn forehead.
━°⌜ ゴゴゴゴ ⌟°━
Haa... 1-A was something else.
The first match you didn't fall asleep for was between that bird head kid and Kendo. His quirk seemed pretty strong, being able to summon a shadow bird thing that could hit hard and 💩.
Kendo held her own and even seemed to be winning at point, but ended up getting knocked out of bounds, meaning you'd be up against him next round.
Tetsutetsu was up next against that Kirishima kid you'd met at the USJ. You were a little biased due to the difference in your interactions between the two, so you were shamelessly rooting for Kirishima during their match.
Tetsutetsu's steel quirk.
Kirishima's hardening quirk.
Let's just say...
"It's a draw!" Midnight announced after the two boys had knocked each other out following several long minutes of nothing but straight HANDS.
"Hnngnh.... please, somebody else kick their 🍑...!" you groaned as you squirmed around in your seat, in absolutely agony over your class's lacking performance, "Monoma beat that girl who got in through recommendations, so you'd better beat that hedgehog bastard, Rin!"
"I really don't know if I can—!"
"🐂💩! Use Psycho Third Year's training!"
"Look, Honenuki is up next." Yanagi pointed out, drawing your attention back out to the field where Honenuki was standing across the platform from that cute squishy faced anti gravity girl from 1-A.
Softening versus Anti-Gravity... unless she could make the softened ground float, you were certain that it was a guaranteed win for Honenuki.
'Who knows, maybe she'll surprise me.' you thought as you shut your eyes, ignoring Present Mic's commentary as the match began, 'I'm not all that interested in anyone aside from Bug Eyes, Scales, Kaibara, and Tokage's matches...'
...
You peeked open an eye just to see.
Your little idea turned out to be right as Honenuki softened the entire platform, only for that Uraraka girl to one tap it and send it all floating on into the air.
With nothing to do that swimming 💩 through, Uraraka managed to tap Honenuki and toss his 🍑 right out of the ring. Ahhh, oh well. Another loss for 1-B, unfortunately.
As the crowd cheered, you glanced at the mortified looking Rin who visibly began to sweat, "You'd better not 🚚 this up or I'm gonna sic Psycho Third Year on him." after a moment, you smiled and pat his shoulder, "No pressure."
"Yeah, no pressure." Rin squeaked.
"Don't worry, Rin! That 1-A kid is all explosions and no chill whatsoever! You'll beat him in a battle of smarts, I'm sure of it!" Tsuburaba exclaimed gleefully.
"I'm not sure, someone as certain about winning as him might actually have some serious battle IQ..." Kaibara remarked to which Tokage shushed him.
"Don't speak such blasphemy!"
"Okay then..."
You got up from your seat and grabbed Rin by the back of his uniform, dragging him from the seat, "Come on, I'll walk you to the field."
"Have fun, Rin-kun!" Tokage exclaimed with a gleeful grin, waving after the two of you as you left the section where all your classmates were chilling.
"Good luck!" Tsuburaba and Kaibara called.
You left behind your classmates, strolling down the hall with Rin in complete silence. You stole a glance at him and found that your usually calm and collected classmate was looking a little antsy, brows furrowed and his hands fidgeting.
You looked away with a small sigh, rubbing the back of your neck with a small, "Just think about Psycho Third Year's training. You can take hits from him, so you can take hits from that hedgehog jerk. Just do your best and show those pros what you've got, yeah?"
Rin inhaled deeply before exhaling, giving you a small smile and a nod, "Yeah... thanks, Maruyama. You know, when you're not being rude, you're quite nice. I'll do my best, no matter what happens!"
You only nodded with a ghost of smile.
"You'd better, Scales."
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