Hey y'all, long time no see...Sorry for not updating for a while, College SUCKS and so do midterms, study abroad and all that jazz. It's been crazy. Hope everyone who celebrated Halloween had a great and safe night! Freaking love Halloween, people don't judge you as bad for watching Hocus Pocus, though i watch that movie year round XD.

So here's a chapter so that ya'll can catch your breath. Towards the end, when you see these ?*?*?*?, that's supposed to mean words they don't know yet. It was a lot of fun to write that part, and i hope y'a,ll get a kick out of it.

Anyway, i'll let y'all read that actual story. Please enjoy and feel free to leave a review at the bottom!

Hannah's P.O.V

"Maybe sending you there was a bad idea." My grandpa's tired voice told me over the phone that I held up to my ear. I sighed to calm my erratic heartbeat from the thought of going back to the States.

"No, grandpa. It's fine really. It was inevitable."

"I just feel like everywhere you go, trouble follows. And they couldn't even heal you till this morning!" This time my grandma joined in the conversation.

"Listen, I really don't want to talk about this right now. I appreciate your concern, I really do, but I'm fine. I'm a lot safer here than I am there. Isn't that why you sent me?" As for why I didn't get healed till today… I was too tired. I didn't have enough stamina for Recovery-girl to heal any of my injuries so I had to be stabilized and rest.

"Honey, we can't help but worry. Your school got attacked by villains, and then we get a call that you were caught up in the attack! We thought that maybe your father-"

"Don't." My voice was stern and angry. "Don't bring him into the conversation. He wasn't involved and I want to keep it that way."

There was silence on the other end, my grandparents not knowing what to say about my outburst. I sighed again, all of my exhaustion and worry being conveyed in that one motion. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine honey. Listen, you get some rest. We'll contact you later. Love you!"

"I love you too. Bye." I pushed the end call button on my phone and sighed, leaning back in my hospital bed. I winced at the ache that went through my ribs at the small motion. It was the day after the USJ attack, and I had been admitted into the hospital. Broken ribs, shattered hand and multiple splinters in my arms from taking the brunt of Aizawa's pain for so long. And let's not forget quirk exhaustion. I had really been put through the ringer, but I had no regrets. Though, thinking back on the incident, I realized how stupid I was, rushing the Nomu and Hand guy like that. I had always prided myself on my analysis tactics, and the thought of not thinking through my plans always made me disappointed in myself.

"Maxwell-san?" A small nurse walked into the hospital room, her round face bubbly and smiley. She reminded me of Ochako in a way. "Recovery-girl is here for your last healing session. When Aizawa wakes up from his surgery and Principal Nezu shows up, we'll be able to get your release papers filled out."

My heart sank at the thought of Aizawa. My body twinged at the pain that I felt while using my quirk on him. I nodded at the nurse and she stepped aside, the small healing hero walking in right after. "Hello again Maxwell-san. How are you feeling today?" Recovery girl's elderly voice placed a sense of security and warmth in me and I relaxed slightly.

"I feel pretty good. My arms are sore and so are my ribs. I still can't move my hand though…and-" I hesitated on what I was about to say next. "-I can still feel phantom pain from Aizawa-sensei."

Recovery girl nodded with a small smile on her face. "That's to be expected. Your quirk is an interesting one. Of course, there are other variations of it, but I haven't dealt with one that can transfer pain. Nullify, yes, but not transfer." She stepped closer to me and kissed both my arms, then my hand. A significant amount of pain went away, leaving a tired and achy feeling behind. I grinned and twitched my fingers in my hand that was broken. It was still sore, but I could move it just fine.

"Thank you Recovery girl."

"No thanks necessary. Just be careful with your quirk next time, you hear? And don't go charging villains if it's unnecessary!"

I wouldn't say it was unnecessary. Irrational, yes, but not unnecessary. It's what a hero would have done… Right? I nodded at Recovery girl. "I will!"

The nurse who had just walked out a few minutes ago came back, my release papers in hand. "They've all been signed! You are free to go Maxwell-san! Is there someone you can call to pick you up?" I thought back to Bree and sighed. I shouldn't bother her. She was all recovered, her burns healed up easily by Recovery girl… but I didn't want to interrupt her self-analysis. I had heard about what she did, Denki and Mina had told me earlier. I was kind of sad I missed it. Despite knowing what her quirk was, I never saw it in action.

"Aizawa is asking for her." I heard the nurse mutter to Recovery girl and I froze. He was… asking for me? "He just woke up a few minutes ago, and he refused to sign the papers unless I agreed to bring her to him. Luckily Nezu showed up just in time to get him to sign them."

Dread filled my stomach, disappointment filling the void right next to it. I couldn't see Aizawa. Not now. I wasn't ready.

Why are you here?

I shuddered at the thought of his blood soaking through my clothes, his pain coursing through my body. I stood up quickly from the bed and steadied myself on the edge. "I better be getting home now. Thank you for your help." I bowed slightly in gratitude before striding towards the door.

"Maxwell-san! We have some extra clothes for you to change into in the bathroom. It's probably best if you don't go walking around in your bloodied hero uniform."

I stared down at my costume and frowned. She was right. I couldn't walk around like this. I needed to get this blood off of me, right away. "Thank you." I strode into the bathroom and slipped on the clean undergarments and clothes, after scrubbing the blood off of my arms and stomach with the towel that was provided. I needed a shower.

Bree P.O.V.

I squint at the sun through my glasses, hating how cloudless the sky was. Ok, maybe I didn't HATE it since it was helping me get my energy back up, but I wasn't enjoying it either. Maybe bitter was the better word. Why did I even come up to the apartment roof anyway? I couldn't tell you, I just needed to breath.

The USJ attack yesterday was...rattling, to say the least. Coming in contact with actual villains who wouldn't give a second thought about killing you was definitely eye opening into the heroing world. I think the worst part of it all was seeing how easy it is to break a person and to make them bleed. I mean, I've had experience in that field but reopening that wound wasn't pleasant. Actually, I take that back. The worst part was using my quirk against another person again.

Mike's face flashes in my mind again, forcing me to close my eyes and even out my breathing. I couldn't say that I hated him, more like I hated what happened between us. Even so, when I even entertain that idea of using my quirk his face always pops into my mind. I HATED it.

Suddenly sitting up, I look over the city skyline. Buildings with varying heights were in my way, but if I look more over to the left I could just make out the ocean. It was still weird being here, I guess it hadn't really sunk in that I was actually in Japan studying to be a hero.

But after yesterday, can I really live up to those kinds of expectations?

Looking down at my bandaged hands, I let out a heavy sigh. Recovery Girl fixed me up pretty good, considering how badly my hands were burned. Although there wasn't supposed to be much scarring, the bandages were just a precaution.

My hands have made me realized that I don't have a real good control over my quirk and my body isn't used to using it. I mean, it hasn't been a week since we've been here but everybody else in the class have mastered their quirks. My chest squeezes as tears pool in my eyes with the realization of how far behind I was compared to everyone else. Can I get caught up? Was it really worth trying?

If I went back to the States, it would be a lot easier on my parents. They have been worried sick upon hearing about the USJ attack when I called them late last night, mom saying that I should come home. Of course, that was the mother hen talking. But what if she was right? It would be financially easier on the family. I could just go to a public high school, go to a normal college, get a job…

For some reason, that didn't feel right. Logically, I should go home. Mentally, I might hate myself for it in the future.

If I could just figure out how to control this stupid quirk, then I might have potential. I still couldn't understand how Aizawa was going to expel Hannah over me. I was the one who didn't have potential. I was the one who couldn't use their quirk on a stupid physical test. I was the one hesitating.

Sit out on the side while others do all the work, too afraid to use your own power? Or are you going to stand up and do what's right?

My stomach tightens at Aizawa's words. No, I hated sitting on the sidelines. I wasn't just going to sit by watch people get hurt when there's something I could do. But to do that with my quirk, that's a different story. How was I supposed to help people when my quirk has been used for detrimental acts?

I mean, I stood up to the Nomu at USJ. Sure I could've killed Nomu, but with his quirks there was no way that I could do actual harm to him. Could I really keep doing that, for a living nonetheless? To use my quirk against other people over and over again, with the possibility that I could inflict damage to them? It was freaking terrifying and gut-retching when I saw that my plan didn't work. I was so relieved to find out that All Might was victorious, even with some injuries.

...Could I make people feel relief like that?

My phone goes off, signaling that I needed to get out of the sun and interrupting my thoughts. I've always wondered why I was born with this quirk when I was so freaking fair skinned. I have to moisturized everyday, carrying chapstick wherever I go or else i would be totally screwed. Hydrating was essential and was the only reason Aizawa lets me bring a water bottle to class. And you wonder why I don't like my quirk.

I head down to my apartment, stopping briefly in front of Hannah's door. I hope that she's doing ok. I honestly haven't seen her since yesterday when I carried her towards the entrance. When I woke up, they told me they took her to the hospital to recoup and to tend to her injuries. I should've gone and visited, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm pretty sure she was home, hearing a door open and close. But...

She gave everything she had at USJ, broke her bones to try and save Aizawa. Compared with that, I didn't do anything. How can I see her, all beat up, when I came out practically unscathed? I blow air into my cheeks, moving the little ball of air between them both in frustration at myself.

She gave everything she had, and so will freaking I.

I've been taught to give everything I had in everything I did. That was something my parents taught me at a young age. So, why the heck wasn't I doing that now. Anger explodes in my chest at the revelation, wanting to smack something as hard as I can. Why haven't I thought about this until NOW?! This is basically what I came here for, why am I being a wimp about it now?

Ripping open my apartment door, I let out a raspy scream and go straight for the moisturizing creme. I was rubbing my legs furiously, wanting to get this task done so that I could head over to U.A. I needed to see All Might or another teacher, hoping that they were there and that they would let me in.

I mean, I could just blow the gates down if they don't.

Hannah's P.O.V

"Young Maxwell! I am glad to see you are well on your way to recovery!"

All Might sat in my living room. Apparently, he wanted to see how I was doing before everybody went back to classes tomorrow. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Sure, he wasn't my favorite hero. No, that belonged to Edgeshot, the number five hero here in Japan, but All Might was definitely a close second.

"U-uh, really All Might, you didn't have to come all the way here just to check on me! Shouldn't you be recovering too! What you did to that Nomu thing was awesome! You don't have to worry about me, really!" I rambled to him, my excitement and anxiety keeping me from getting any of my thoughts together.

"Nonsense! It is my duty as the Symbol of Peace and as a U.A teacher to make sure my students are safe and taken care of!" He's so amazing. His smile dimmed a bit after his exclamation and I could tell he was going to get a bit more serious. "Now, about Aizawa-"

I raised my hand and shook my head. "Listen All Might. I really don't want to know anything about him. I know he was asking for me earlier while I was at the hospital, but… I don't think I'm ready to see him yet." Yeah, but was that really the reason I was avoiding him?

All Might stayed quiet and gave me a look that made me quiver. "That's not all there is to it, it is Hannah."

I sighed and raked a hand through my hair. It was tangled and slightly damp from my recent shower. I swear as I ran my hand through my hair, I could still feel Aizawa's crusted blood in it and I yanked my hand away from my head. "You're right. The truth is… I'm scared. Mr. Aizawa asked me a question a few days ago after my quirk assessment test… and then USJ happened. I saw him on the ground, bleeding. I couldn't just stand by and do nothing." The vulnerability of finally telling someone about what's been weighing me down invaded my stomach. I could feel my face heat up in embarrassment at what I said about being scared.

I winced and rubbed my arms. That dull ache from Aizawa's injuries still making themselves known. "I can still feel the pain from his injuries you know? It hasn't left yet. My arms ache and my eyes and face feel like they're on fire sometimes." I paused in my explanation, sniffing as my eyes welled up with tears. "Why am I here All Might? Why do I want to be a hero?"

"That... is something you have to figure out for your own, Maxwell-san." All playfulness that was in All Might's voice was now completely out the window. He stared at me with sympathy and understanding, making my head pound and ants crawl around my stomach. "I may not be that good of a teacher just yet, but I do know one thing," He sat up straighter if that was even possible and placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a thumbs up with his other hand, that smile still sitting on his face.

"Everything you've gone through is a testament as to why. Who are you? What do you want? Why do you want it? Those are all questions that cannot be answered for you. It's all part of the journey that is figuring out your own self and your own destiny." His questions made my head spin and my anxiety to sky rocket. Was I supposed to answer all of those too? If I didn't know why I was here, how can I know what I want and why I want it? What were my long term goals?

"Now, as it goes for Aizawa… you owe it to him to go visit. In a way, you helped save him. I know what it's like to be scared but if you want to be a hero, you can't let that stop you from reaching your goals. Aizawa is a harsh man, but in his own way, he cares. Don't forget that." All Might abruptly stood and made his way to the front door.

"Now, young Hannah! As much as it pains me to leave you on that note, I must attend to your other classmates! Is Miss Bree home by any chance?"

I stood and shakily walked over to him. How could he be so… carefree after what he just told me?! It was a total 180! "No I don't think she is. I haven't heard her." Bree… That was another thing I needed to address. She was probably feeling horrible and I haven't talked to her at all. Not once since the USJ.

"No worries! I will snag her during school on Monday! Thank you for the chat Young Maxwell! See you later!" And then he was gone. I stared at the spot where he was at before blinking and running a hand through my hair. I sighed and lowered my head before reaching for my purse that hung on the hook right next to the door. All Might was right. I owed it to Mr. Aizawa to go visit him. I shut the door and adjusted my purse around my torso. Here goes nothing.

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"Good afternoon Maxwell-san! Why are you back so soon? Did something happen?" The nurse from when I was here earlier this morning snagged my panicked attention. My head snapped to her direction and I shook my head.

"No. Nothing happened. I'm perfectly fine!" I gave her a small smile. "I'm actually here to see Aizawa-sensei." I pointed to my visitors pass on my shirt. "Although, that nurse at the front desk didn't make it any easier than it should have been." After asking if I was Aizawa's daughter or niece or some sort of relative, she finally let me continue on as a student of his. Daughter? Seriously? The guy and I look nothing alike.

"Yeah, she is usually pretty serious about her job." The nurse sweatdropped. "Did you need any help finding his room?"

"Yeah, actually. I know it's on this floor, but I don't know the exact room." I gave a sheepish smile and scratched my head slightly, my stomach twisting in knots. I could turn back and just wait until I see him at school again before confronting him. Maybe when he gets more strength...

But no, I was here for a purpose that I needed to face now.

The nurse laughed and nodded, breaking me out of my inner turmoil. "Follow me Maxwell-san." There was a lull in the conversation as we continued down the hall. It didn't pick up again until we finally came to stand outside of a door. "This will be good for you and him Maxwell-san. Don't stress too much about it."

I stared at her in slight surprise. "How did you know?"

"You're very easy to read, you know." She gave me a close eyed smile before turning and leaving me standing in front of Aizawa's door.

I stared at the door, trying and failing to get the courage to open it. What would Aizawa look like? I know what pain he was going through, but that gave me no indication of how bad his injuries were. Was he even awake? Should I come back later? Should I just wait until I see him at school? I could still run…

I could still run.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was here now, him being just on the other side of the door. I needed to face this, for Aizawa and for myself.

I knocked on the door three times before sliding it open. "Aizawa-sensei?" My heart stopped in it's chest when I heard a grunt and a quiet 'come in'. I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. The room was dimmed, probably to make it easier on Aizawa's eyes, and I looked ahead at the mummified figure that laid on the white hospital bed. My eyes widened and I rushed over quickly.

"Oh my gosh Mr. Aizawa!" I thought about the kind of pain he must be in right now and the thought brought tears to my eyes. My arms ached, but I moved to place my hands on his bandaged arms to take away his pain once more.

"Don't Maxwell." His tone made me freeze. It was dark, quiet, and absolutely terrifying. "What were you thinking risking your life like that?"

My hands trembled and I tried so hard to keep my tears at bay. "I-I couldn't just stand there and watch you get beat! You asked me why I wanted to be a hero a little under a week ago and I couldn't help but think about it while dealing with the villains."

He was silent for a minute, anxiety bubbling in my throat and chest from his silence. "And did you figure it out?"

"Not yet." I sigh, before quickly explaining myself, "But I will! Eventually... All I know is that I couldn't let you get any more hurt than you were, especially since I had the power to take your pain away. Before I knew it, my legs moved an- and I was running to your side."

"What you did was foolish and completely irrational. You had no backup and you didn't have the proper ability to fight such a beast. Not to mention that you're a student. Not a pro." I flinched at his tone. I was for sure going to be expelled after this. I still didn't know anything, and now, I put myself in danger trying to protect my teacher, when it was supposed to be him protecting us, and in a way, he did.

"You will have two weeks of detention starting tomorrow. That includes the weekends."

My head snapped up to meet his eyes. I gaped at him. "I-I'm not expelled? But sir, I didn't figure out why I wanted to be a hero! I-I tried to save you, and even then didn't really succeed!"

"No, but you still learned an important lesson, despite the danger that you were put through." Aizawa's eyes closed and he shifted, grunting a bit. "You're dismissed Maxwell. Don't forget detention."

Aizawa was right. I tried and I learned. Excitement flooded my being and I wiped at my eyes with a small smile. This was the start of my progress at becoming a hero and figuring out who I was. I still didn't know why I wanted to be a hero, or who I was, but I knew what I wanted and that was the first step.

Bree P.O.V

I ran the whole freaking way.

I mean, I was in under armour shorts and a tank top, but that hill is a climb. Sweat was running down my back and between my boobs, the cloudless day NOT helping me. Rasping for breath, I see the gates within my sights, pushing my body forward at a higher gear just to get there.

Finally making it to the top of the hill, I put my arms on top of my head to breath better and look up at the gates. Of course, they were freaking closed. Maybe i could jump over the walls, but there has to be some security system that might blast me to bits. There was no way I was getting through the actual gate, it's steel shining in the midday sunlight.

Walking up to the front of the gate, with no hope whatsoever, I wave my student ID card around it. I knew that it probably wouldn't do anything or open the gate, but what's the harm in trying? And alas, nothing happened. Kicking the gate in frustration, my toes now throbbing, I huff and march back down the hill.

My original plan for coming here was to get one of the teachers to grant me access to a facility where I could work out my quirk. I couldn't go to a local gym or park, It would probably end up destroyed. I know that U.A has facilities where it's a control environment that their students can figure out their quirks potential.

"Guess I'll have to wait for Monday," I grumble, kicking a rock away from myself. I wanted to do something about it now, to finally get caught up with the rest of my fellow classmates. It sucks to just be sitting around doing nothing, when you know that you could be doing something.

Now that all the anger and adrenaline has left my system, I start to doubt my plan. Even if I could practice my quirk after classes and such, I would just exhaust myself and break my body. Would i ever catch up to my classmates, even if I just trained as hard as I could? Maybe it WAS useless to try...

I make it to the busy streets, cars zipping by and people walking around the store lined streets. People were looking at me a little, probably because of my bandaged hands and workout clothes, but I didn't really pay attention to them. I was in my own little world.

Stopping at a red crosswalk, I cross my arms and glare out at the little red man. What could I do to train my quirk without damaging myself and my body, while also doing well in academics? How was I going to get over my hesitation everytime I use my quirk?

"*?*?*?* DUMB BLONDE?!" I jump at the loud exclamation, not catching/understanding the first part of the phrase. But nonetheless, I knew that horrid voice. Groaning internally, I look over to Bakugou standing a few feet away, a couple of grocery bags in his hands.

"Hey Firecracker…" I sigh, not caring that I didn't understand. What he said to me was probably another insult of some sort anyway.

"What did you call me?!" He shouts, earning a couple of stares. I really didn't want to deal with him right now.

"Nothing, just calm down people are staring!" I hiss and seeing the light turning green, I walk away from him. He was grumbling something or another, but was following me. Now, why the heck was he doing that?

"Stop following me," I throw over my shoulder, seeing him snarl and turn his head away.

"I'm not, I'm going *?*?*?* home!"

Oh.

"I guess we live pretty close to each other then…" I mumble, slowing down so that we could kinda walk side by side. I mean, he's a jerk but I'M not. We walk in silence for a little bit, me glancing over to him once and awhile. I mean, walking with a person in silence isn't an ideal situation. And, I mean, should I say something?

"So…" I drawl, not daring to look over at him, "Yesterday was crazy, wasn't it?"

"Tch," he growls, "That was nothing. If you're going to piss your pants after that, might as well drop out."

"Who says I was pissing my pants?" I question, looking over to him. He shoots a glare over to me, grunting and looking away again. I guess he didn't have a response, another bout of silence circling around us.

"You're like stupid Deku," Bakugou growls, making me jump and look over to him. He was looking at my hands, "Useless after using your quirk. You're such a *?*?*?*?*? loser," I shrug at that, not really seeing where this conversation was going. My mind suddenly jumps to my conversation with Krishima over the phone this morning, him telling me of his experience at USJ. Without him knowing, he gave me excellent blackmail for Bakugou.

"At least I didn't threaten a villain, like a villain," I say, smirking a little as his face suddenly lights up in anger.

"SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU DUMB BLONDE!" Bakugou yells, raising a fist up.

"I just did," I goad, him baring his teeth at me.

"Tch, *?*?*?*?*?**?, YOU DUMB BLONDE" I have no idea why, maybe it was because I couldn't understand his insults, but a bark of laughter escapes me. He marches ahead, his bags swinging wildly as he disappears around a corner, throwing another insult that I couldn't translate over his shoulder.

"Screw you too, Bakuhoe!" I shout, laughing at Bakugou's confused scream. Sure, Bakugou was a jerk with a huge ego, but it was pretty funny to goad him a little. Even without him realizing it, he kinda put me in a better mood. If just for a moment.

He was another example of how far behind I was, him and Todoroki having incredible quirks that even if they used it at 100 percent, they still had control. My stomach drops slightly at the thought. They had years to figure out their quirks, and what was I doing during that time? Figuring out how NOT to use it.

I frown at the realization, turning to see my apartment building. Oh wow, here already? I start to sulk towards said building.

Looking down the road, I was pretty sure I was seeing Hannah. But, lo and behold because of my slight near-sightedness, I couldn't tell. As I walked closer, it was indeed Hannah. A wave of awkwardness washes over me. I mean, last time I saw her she was unconscious with broken bones. How do I even begin to talk to her?

Bakugou was pretty easy to talk to and predictable in his retorts. Hannah wasn't and I have no idea what to expect.