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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 15
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:14:.
Phase 1 came quicker than I found myself ready for.
 
The description of the challenge sounded, with respect, much easier than I had anticipated. Though of course knowing priniciple Nezu and his rather sadistic tendencies, I knew it had bound to be rougher than it seemed.
 
An obstacle course was the first challenge, who ever reached the finish line first, wins. Quirks were allows, whatever means to get you to the finish line so long as no one was purposefully injured for personal gain. A mix of the many classes which had applied to the sports festival stood at in the corridor underneath the stadium, staring out into the arena, waiting for when the horn would sound and the race would start.
 
It was stuffy, tight packed and very uncomfortable, the sounds of the overlapping conversations ech
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 14
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:13:.
By the time my confidence to return had restored itself, preparations for the sports festival were already in the making. Putting on the uniform I had once been so excited to wear, was almost foreign to my skin. The knowledge that the person outside of my family that my parents trusted most, had been lying the entire time we had known each other was a hard blow. I could barely bring myself to look in the mirror, the phantom of his wretched touch on my skin made bile raise to my throat. That morning, I dressed up with my back turned to the full body length mirror, making sure to take my time.
 
Bag hanging from my fingertips, I stared down at the plate of food my mother had made for me, memories of me grabbing an item or two and running out the door sent waves of guilt running through my system. Placi
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 13
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:12:.
It wasn't a common occurance to be called to the principal's office, in fact it was usually for something rather alarming. So when I was summoned after waking up in the nurses office, I was more than a little worried, afraid I had done something wrong without realizing. Recovery Girl walked at my side, the atmosphere between us was tense, thick and silent, with each step closer the nervousness inside me continued to grow.
 
"Reocvery Girl?" I spoke up, clearing my throat worriedly, I glanced down at her when she gave an acknowledging hum "am I in trouble? Why are we going to see the principal?" the hesitance was clear in my voice.
 
With her usual carefree smile on her face, she kept her gaze forward "don't panic dear, the principal only want to ask you a few questions and then you can go home,
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 12
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:11:.
The weeks that passed were filled with trianing and anticipation, the sports festival arriving sooner than any of us could have expected. Before I knew it, the date of my next appointment with Dr. Ennoyama was due. With a deep breath, I slung my bag of clothes over my shoulder and met my parents by the door.
Parked by the side of the road, the specialist smiled brightly in greeting from the drivers seat of his car. My mother's gentle fingers brushed the hairs away from my face, and a loving kiss adorned my forehead as they saw me off.
 
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 The car ride was for the most part silent, and the distance short. Whilst we had moved to our current house for the proximity to the school, we were also moved with the distance of the lab in mind. The lab, which was quickly approaching, was a tall buil
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 11
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:10:.
Going home after the attack was dreaded more than the attack itself.
 
Quelling my mother's leaking eyes was a feat upon itself, calming my father's rage upon seeing the bandages and injuries lining my body was just as difficult. And yet the hardest part was convincing them not to pull me out of school, hours were spent reminding them of all the benefits of the school and to forget about the dangers it held. After a few hours of arguments and reasoning, my parents finally agreed to allow me to continue in U.A.
 
Laying in bed that night, I could feel the injuries covering my body itching and aching uncomfortably. Despite the comfort of being in my childhood bed, and despite the cool of my pillow and the warmth of my blankets, I found myself unable to reach the sleep I so desperately desired. I s
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 10
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:9:.
Hope was a strange feeling to describe.
 
The tingling of pin pricks that rushed from the tips of your toes to the folicles of your hair, the feeling of your stomach dropping and your heart rising. Staring up at the Number 1 Hero on the platform by the entrance, guarding and blocking sight of the students that surrounded an injured Thirteen, All Might's smile was forever unwavering. His sudden entrance sent of rush of relief rocketing through my system, knowing that even for a moment, Aizawa could rest.
 
"All Might"
 
My voice sounded foreign in my ears, the breathy whisper of fear fueled hope, the crack in the syllables out of weakness. And despite the distance, despite the stooped volume of my call, his head turned towards us. Body tensing as his shadow cast eyes landed on the limp figure
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 9
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:8:.
With the thick mud caking the soles of my boots, the only thing keeping me from sinking or slipping and colliding into one of the protruding roofs was the tight grip on my upper arm. His left hand radiated with warmth as he clutched onto me tightly.
 
"Todoroki?"
 
Dual coloured eyes rested upon my own before quickly darting away, cool and calculating, he scanned the area behind me. "We're not alone" he whispered, strong hands gentle in their movements as he tugged me up and towards him, my feet finding semi solid ground, enough for me to stand without slipping.
 
"It seems that villain's quirk is a warp of some kind" his voice had stooped to a quiet whisper, eyes never coming to a stop as he observed our surroundings. No doubt he could feel the presence of the various enemies stationed arou
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 8
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:7:.
The day was one filled with panic, heavy decisions and a dash of chaos. The press had overstepped their boundaries and sent the students into disarray when the heavy steel boarders surrounded the grounds and sent an ear ringing alarm into the air. Iida had quickly come to a solution, and with a strong act of leadership informed the student body of the real reason the security had been set off. Which lead to Midoriya resigning from his newly appointed position of Class Representative, handing the title to a deserving Iida with little to no disagreement from the class.
 
Aizawa had been quick to step up to the plate, offering minimal explanation over the Hero class of the day. Our only instruction was to quickly change into our hero costumes of P.E uniforms and meet outside where we would board buses to
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Let me float with you (Male!Ariel x Reader)

(ART IS NOT MINE. ART BELONGS TO SAKIMICHAN)
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I had been drawn to the water for as long as I could remember, the sound of water slapping against water as waves rose and collapsed. The scent of the salt in the air as the miniscule droplets wafted towards the shore in a blanket of vapour. The mystery of not quite knowing what was in the water with you, not quite knowing where the security of the sand ends and the bottomless pit of the ocean begins.
Countless days of my childhood were spent watching as the tips of the waved turned to froth, bubbling in a thin layer on the shore, bubbles popping and disappearing as it soaked into the sand, only for another layer to coat the granules.
I wasn't the only one of course, the beach just 5 minutes from my house was more often than not filled with countless people. Tourists and locals alike came to visit the edge of their well known grounds in fascination.
I had been drawn to the wa
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 7
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:6:.
This morning was like any other or, at least, it should have been. Normal, was waking up at least 5 minutes before my alarm would begin to sound; it was finding my mind drifting as submit myself to my usual routine. Normal, was grabbing a piece of fruit from the bowl in the centre of the dining table, kissing my parents on the cheek and leaving a good few minutes before the bell for school would sound.
 
The walk to the school gates is where things started to get, for the lack of a better word, odd. The usually quiet pavement was abuzz with chatter, at the gates, blocked off by security guards were a multitude of reporters. Each speaking over one another, cameras and microphones were thrust in the faces of the passing students, a flurry of questions bombarding them before teachers and guards ushered t
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 6
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:5:.
Anxiety shot to my fingertips like veins filled with burning ice, my lungs quivered with fear, breaths leaving my lips in stuttered pants. Walking through the halls of the test building, I gulped in fear at the sight of the left over damage from Bakugo and Midoriya's one-on-one fight.
 
As Team B, Ojiro and I were tasked with guarding the bomb, given a head start to locate and secure the bomb, we hurriedly made our way inside the mostly recovered building. Our job was to guard and defend the bomb under any circumstances, the only thing out of the window was death. All Might had granted us permition to pull all stops as long as it didn't lead to fatality.
 
The prospect that maybe, just maybe, one of us could be put in the position where being a hero would become a fate unreachable due to severe i
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 5
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:4:.
"Wait"
 
I stopped.
 
The voice was familiar, but one that had never been directed to me, sounding rather odd in my ears. I turned slowly, facing the person who had prevented my exit, the familiar duo tone hair caught my attention right, red overlapping white down the middle and stone cold heterochromic eyes bore into mine. For a reason unbeknownst to me, I felt a twinge of fear pinch at my nerves, perhaps from the serious furrow in his brows, or the lack of emotion that swam in his eyes.
 
"Todoroki?" I mumbled under my breath "did you need something?" my hands moved to clutch the strap of my book bag tightly, my throat tightening as I struggled to gulp out of nervousness.
 
His eyes lingered on mine for a moment, scanning my face for something I couldn't name, befo
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 4
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:3:.
Pain ripped through my arm, nerves shooting up to my brain and back down towards my fingertips when the hard ball came into contact with fragile skin. I let out a shaky breath through my nose, jaw clenched tight and eyes prickling with the tears that threatened to grow. Luckily, I hadn't hit myself hard enough to break a bone, but I could practically feel the small blood vessels break and pool underneath the skin to form a nasty bruise.
 
I ignored the shocked and worried yells from my class along the sidelines, the sound of gravel shifting as Aizawa threatened to take a step towards me, to ask just what I was doing, but trusting my judgement and knowledge of my own body, he kept his ground. I could feel the rush of power tingling my finger tips, the ball felt lighter in my hand - rolling from my fing
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 3

You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:2:.
(I kept things white/grey so you can pick your own colour scheme) 
I found myself drifting when I was sketching, tip of the pencil wearing down as my body took over and my brain shut off. I moved my hand blindly in rough, experimenting strokes, and though my eyes were fixed on the drawing, they were unfocused and far away. 
"Uwoh! That's so cool!" I heard a loud chirp over my shoulder, at the shrill yell of excitement and the gentle hands clamping on my shoulder, I snapped out of my trance. Blinking in surprise I stared down at the sketch that I had come up with, glancing over my shoulder I spotted a class mate of mine, one I had noted from their visible quirk.
Skin tinged pink, eyes black around the iris and horns poking out of heavily curl
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Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 2
You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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The uniform clung to my skin unfamiliarly, the green, grey and red colour scheme was an unusual combination that I had never worn before, still I could feel the corners of my lips turning up in an excited glee. 
 
I pushed the knot in the tie up towards my neck to fit the collar of my button up shirt around my throat securely. My eyes ran over my nervous form in the mirror, and I inhaled deeply, reaching down to grab the book bag by my feet.
 
"(Y/n)! Hurry up or you'll be late!" my mother's muffled voice called from downstairs, biting into my lower lip I rushed towards the door, down the stairs and to the front door.
 
"What about breakfast?" she poked her head out of the kitchen door way as I grabbed the handle "no time! Gotta hurry" I mumbled rushed, pulling the door open an
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You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:14:.


Phase 1 came quicker than I found myself ready for.

 

The description of the challenge sounded, with respect, much easier than I had anticipated. Though of course knowing priniciple Nezu and his rather sadistic tendencies, I knew it had bound to be rougher than it seemed.

 

An obstacle course was the first challenge, who ever reached the finish line first, wins. Quirks were allows, whatever means to get you to the finish line so long as no one was purposefully injured for personal gain. A mix of the many classes which had applied to the sports festival stood at in the corridor underneath the stadium, staring out into the arena, waiting for when the horn would sound and the race would start.

 

It was stuffy, tight packed and very uncomfortable, the sounds of the overlapping conversations echoing through the hallway. I took a deep breath, shifting as I tried to avoid skin contact with the sweaty students around me. It felt like thousands of ants biting at my skin right under the epidermis, my throat and chest tightening and squeezing around my airways.

 

I took slow and steady breaths, willing myself to stay calm, this wasn't a dangerous situation, these were people who wouldn't hurt me, they're only kids. As I was lost inside my own head, a brief wash of blissful cold air wifted towards him, I took a shuddering breath, the fire ants under my skin freezing and melting away. I looked to the source of my saving cold breeze, heterochromatic eyes were locked on mine.

 

"Are you okay?"

 

Todoroki whispered, voice low and calm, a stark relief compared to the loud buzzing of the student body around us.

 

My lips parted to answer, but as of yet, I found myself unable to trust my voice.

 

"You looked like you were panicking"

 

I took a shaky breath and looked towards the male "thank you Todoroki" I whispered "you really saved me" I smiled sheepishly up at the males face. Ash brown and blue glanced between my eyes, taking in my anxious appearance before he nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

 

There were no more chances for words to be exchanged, the sound of the microphone screeching through the speakers as it began broadcasted, sounded over head. The hurried chatting of the student body silencing within moments, Present Mic's voice coming through loud and clear.

 

 "Alright, alriiiiight!" he spoke loud into his microphone, voice laced with excitement about the events that were about to go down.

 

"Section 1 of Phase 1, here we goooo! READY?!"

 

I steeled my nerves, taking deep, controlled breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. This wasn't going to be as easy as it looked, not at UA high, I needed to think of a game plan and quick. With my quirk, slowing down to get hurt would cost me a place in the final, I'd need to be careful and strategic with things or it would have an effect on my all out score. For now, I'd trust the other many students, roaring to go to clear a path for me, and then, I'd step up to the plate.

 

"STAAAAAAART!!"

 

Immediately students were rushing forward, the small opening to the arena too narrow to fit all of us rushing at once. I let out a grunt as I was squished between bustling students. The dense air grew a chilling cold within seconds, the sounds of crackling ice drawing my attention to the front. Todoroki was in the lead, coating the ground in a thick layer of ice of which he easily slid upon to put him in first place.

 

There were grunts and frustrated cries of other students as their feet were locked in Todoroki's ice, unable to move, and therefore wasting too much time trying to free themselves. There was only a light sprinkling of ice debris over my trainer clad feet, other students in my class pushing past our frozen comrades to stick close to Todoroki's back and follow his lead.

 

I followed, rushing forward and skidding upon the ice, knees bent and arms outstretched to keep hold of my balance. Use the people around you to thrive, that's what Dr Ennoyama always taught me. I pushed it to the back of my mind, thinking of him in this moment would only slow me down and hinder my performance.

 

 I followed the others' lead, gliding across the ice, I took a shaky breath until I finally hopped off of the glass, landing safely on the floor below. I had to no time to celebrate my short victory of coming before the majority of the student body, as a hard ground shattering rumble tore through the arena. A rush of relief washed over me, had I been on the ice, I surely would have fell and cracked my head open.

 

Cries of shock echoed throughout hallway that the other students were trapped in, I turned to the source of the earth quake. Towering over us, small electric eyes glowing an intimidating shade of bright red, we a robot. Or rather should I say, a giant robot, behind it, were more - carbon copies of itself among different models. They charged at us, slowed by their weight and size.

 

Todoroki moved first, with a clench of the teeth and arm raised up, ice encased the robotic beast within seconds, climbing from its feet to its head, locking it in place with no hope of escape.

 

My powers would do little for me here, I couldn't risk allowing one of these things to injure me, even forcing an injury upon myself by hitting the beast was risky, I didn't want to get stepped on or caught up in someone elses quirk. For now, I would continue to use the path that was cleared for me, sticking close enough to my peers that I could let them guide me through, but far enough away that I wouldn't get wrapped up in the chaos.

 

Part of me felt like a coward, but I didn't have a long range attack like Todoroki or Sero, or an outrageously powerful quirk like Midoriya and Bakugou. My quirk was dangerous, more to myself than to anyone else, it wasn't something I could use against the robots safely.

 

I ducked, dodged and skidded across the dirt in order to avoid the attackers and the student body, adrenaline ran high, pumping through my veins so hard I could hear the palpitating of my heart in my ears. It was miarculous that I had made it to the next stage without so much of a scratch, the fallen bodies of the robots and a handful of students behind us, we had no time to turn back, our futures might stand on this.

 

Once we were sure we wouldn't have to look over our shoulders to check for our own safety, we lined up once more. It was a waiting game from there, as the students that had collapsed behind us were hurried onto stretchers and carted away to the infirmary to be checked and healed by Recovery Girl. Once the field was clear of students and robots, a loud horn blared over head to signify the end of the first round and the beginning of the next.

 

 

In front of us, was a large plane of freshly disturbed dirt. I could hear the loud chattering of conversations colliding with other conversations as the student body tried their best to figure out just why exactly the dirt had been so clearly messed with, or rather, why it seemed so easy so far.


The loud screech of the microphone turning on sounded over head, Present Mic's voice breaking through with loud waves of enthusiasm "alriiiight!" he called out, the smile ever present in his voice.


"Second section of Phase 1!"


The chattering of the students around me died down, the air was tense, thick with seriousness, winning this meant a lot in the beginning of our careers as pro heroes, to be recognized by sponsors and hero agencies alike. We listened closely, it was undetermined whether there would be more to this, possible clues in his voice or his words that would tell us the easiest way to beat this challenge.


"Don't be deceived by how easy the patch of mud looks!" the pro hero snickered into the microphone.


"Buried underneath this area of dirt--" he paused for suspense.


"Are hundreds of land mines waiting to be set off!"


Gasps rang out through the stadium, cries of parents worried about their childs safety, students gossiping whether or not this could be true; whether or not UA would really be so bold as to put the life of a student at risk.


"Now, now, settle down! The explosions aren't deadly-- however! If you don't watch you're footing you could be injured or slowed down! Watch where you step but try to reach the finish line as soon as you can! READY?!"


I could feel my muscles tense under my skin, we were right, this would never be as simple as it seemed. Slowing down to carefully avoid the purposefully poorly hidden mines would slow me down far too much. Just going for it and running could possibly hurt my legs and make the rest of the festival unbearable. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and breathed in deeply through my nose, and slowly, exhaled through my mouth.


"STAAAAAAART!!"


The sound of a horn blared through the speakers, I was instantly being shoved from all angles as the students clambered towards the mud plains, Todoroki was in the lead, easily avoiding all of the mines by sliding over head on a path of ice, much like he had done in the first round. Bakugou was close behind him, I could hear his distinct yelling from all the way back here, hands held out behind him, propelling himself forward with small bursts of explosions in his palms.


I had no time to waste, already behind the others. I rushed towards the edge of the dirt, the clear circle of disrupted mud at my toes, that was the first mine, and I needed a game plan immediately. I took a shaky breath and glanced around me hurriedly for a hint, a clue, to my left, was Midoriya, in his arms, a large chuck of crumbled green metal. It was unmistakable, part of one of the robots we had just stormed through.

 

He was knelt on the floor, his jaw clenched and teeth on full display in an eager grimace, he dug the metal into the fresh dirt and hurriedly unearthed it, revealing mine after mine. A look of astonishment crossed my face, so that was his plan, use the force of the explosions to propel himself ahead. Without any tools to help me, should I try to use the same tactic no doubt I would end up injured, or worse.

 

An idea sprung into the forefront of my mind, it was risky, it was beyond risky, and it would take every single ounce of my concentration, whether or not I had the control to pull something like this off was the real question. I had no other choice, Todoroki and Bakugou were already growing so close to the finish line and Midoriya had gathered a big enough pile of mines to easy blast himself into first place and knock me miles out of the arena. I took a deep breath and nodded, with no other choice, I took a shaky step backwards. A running start wouldn't hurt.

 

"God (Y/n) you better not screw this up, idiot" I whispered quietly to myself under my breath.

 

Here goes nothing.

 

School issued trainers digging into the dirt, I sprung forward, squeezing my eyes closed as I landed straight for the mine, my foot planting in the centre of the freshly buried pressure activated bomb.

 

Focus, be patient, wait, wait, wait.

 

At the first hint of pain, my powers had activated, and with a desperate cry for my quirk to obey, I forced the explosion down, collapsing it in on itself until there was no hint of destruction left.

 

That was my plan, at the first sting of the explosion from the mine, I would take control of the blast and deactivate the bomb. It would have to be done in a split second, with each touch to the mines, I would have to take control and completely deactivate them, all without getting seriously injured, and while sprinting, fun.

 

It took all of my concentration, and more energy than I had hoped it would take. I had no time to think it over, no time to think of another plan, I had to get to the front of the group and make my name.

 

Springing off of the deactivated mine, I sprinted across the field. One mine, one sting, deactivate. Another mine, another twinge of pain, another mine deactivated. My lungs ached as greatly as my legs as the burns from the explosions singed at the hairs and the clothes on my legs. The damage was miniscule compared to what it could be, but it was all building up. I had to have stepped on around 25 mines at this point, but I could barely spare a thought on the pain, or the astonished cries of the students around me, confused as to why the mines weren't going off under my feet. The one thing on my mind was how close the two in the front were growing, and Midoriya, flying over head with a battle cry.

 

Adreniline rushed through my veins, it was exhilirating, and despite the pain, despite the desperate aching in my legs for a break. I smiled, I smiled so bright my cheeks ached, a laugh tearing out of my breathless lungs, to think, I could stand toe to toe with the best in our class. To think that my hard work and that my hardships had brought me to the front lines. I thought for a moment, who should I be thanking here? Dr. Ennoyama? For training me? Or for what he had done to my body? Should I thank Aizawa? Or All Might? My class mates? My parents? No, no only one person to thank came to mind in this moment.

 

Me.

 

I am standing where I am standing with my own strength, with my own control over my quirk. I had made it here with my hardwork, and my dedication.

 

Thinking back to all those times in which I had doubted my strength, or spent days wondering if it was worth it for me to be in a class with so many strong quirk holders. I pinched myself, I am worth it. I am strong enough to stand by their side on my own two feet. I deserve this, I deserve a chance to be a hero and help other people realise these qualities in themselves.

 

The finish line was in sight, my heart beat so loudly in my ears that I couldn't even comprehend the sound of the three arguing from beside me. When had I caught up to them? I couldn't think of that now.

 

Just a little more.

 

Just one more stretch towards the checkered line painted on the ground.

 

Just a little more proof to show that I was worthy of being here.

 

I stretched out my hand.

 

And then...

You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
-------------

.:13:.



By the time my confidence to return had restored itself, preparations for the sports festival were already in the making. Putting on the uniform I had once been so excited to wear, was almost foreign to my skin. The knowledge that the person outside of my family that my parents trusted most, had been lying the entire time we had known each other was a hard blow. I could barely bring myself to look in the mirror, the phantom of his wretched touch on my skin made bile raise to my throat. That morning, I dressed up with my back turned to the full body length mirror, making sure to take my time.

 

Bag hanging from my fingertips, I stared down at the plate of food my mother had made for me, memories of me grabbing an item or two and running out the door sent waves of guilt running through my system. Placing my bag down on the floor beside one of the seats at the table, I sat myself down and picked up my untensils. I glanced up at my parents as I spooned some rice into my mouth, they glanced at each other, and then down at me in confusion "(Y/n) sweetie, aren't you scared you're gonna be late?" my mother asked hesitantly.

 

My gaze lifted to the clock hanging over the sink and shook my head "I have plenty of time, I usually get there super quickly anyways". It was clear to them that I was stalling, trying to find it within myself to leave the safety of my home.

 

"You know you dont have to go honey, you can take another few days if you're still feeling unwell" my mother's concerned voice said gently.

 

The only information given to my parents was that I had a stomach bug and needed to take a few days off of school, the news of the chip found inside was kept a secret from them for the sake of their mental and emotional health. Pausing, I placed the spoon down, took a deep breath before I smiled brightly at the both "it's fine, the sports festival is starting this week so I have to get back to prepare for it". Pushing myself away from the table and lifting off of the chair I grabbed my bag from where it rested against the leg of my chair.

 

"I should probably get going, thanks for the food mum, love you both" I spoke up cheerfully as I jogged lightly towards the door, slipping out before they could utter another word and closed it behind me. Pressing my back to the door, my trembling hands ran down my face in an attempt to compose myself. Being outside and feeling the sun on my skin, the wind through my hair and all those other cliché things after locking myself inside for days was a surreal feeling. As I walked further from my door and closer to the street, the more vulnerable I felt, as though someone was always watching, waiting, and lord knows what.

 

I gripped the straps of my school bag tighter in my hands, feeling the fabric scrunch up in my palms as I walked with a hurried pace down the block towards the gates of my school where I would feel a little safer. Only when I saw the crowd of students wearing identical uniforms did I feel more at peace, and as my eyes settled upon a mop of dual coloured hair, a deep breath of relief slipped out of my mouth.

 

 "Todoroki!" I called out, much to my gratitude, he paused in his steps and turned around, a perplexed expression on his face,  curious as to who had called on him when most were usually too intimidated to. To see me practically sprinting towards him must've come as a surprise, judging by his expression, he glanced in the direction I came from and then back at me.

 

"Is something the matter, (L/n)?" he mumbled curiously.

 

"Oh! No I just um, saw you so I thought we could walk to class together?" I didnt speak of my fear, of the fact I felt as though I was being watched, worrying him or raising concern was the last thing I wanted to do. He was wary to say the least, glancing at our surroundings one more times before slowly, he dipped his head and turned back towards the gate, resuming his stride. Hands clutching onto the strap of my bag tightly, I followed after him, quickening my pace to meet his.

 

Noticing my momentary struggle, a small smile tugged at my lips as Todoroki's pace slowed in the slightest to make things easier for me. Any of the paranoia or fear which had clouded my system was quickly wafted away by the mere presence of a trusted friend. As we turned into the gates of UA, familiar faces began to pop up, a mop of messy green curls, vibrant red spikes among other noticeable physical qualities belonging to our various class mates.

 

Upon spotting me, Uraraka's expression brightened, a bubbly smile curling at her lips, round cheeks puffing up in the slightest as she rushed over, followed by a sheepish Midoriya and a worried Iida who sputtered about the dangers of running in a crowded area. Her arm looped in mine she released her delighted giggled and chipper greetings, I tipped my head, pressing our temples together briefly with a happy giggle of my own.

 

As we walked towards the front door of the large academy, our small group grew until we were comprised of most of our class, save for Bakugou, who stalked ahead, back hunched and hands stuffed in pockets - followed closely by Kaminari and Kirishima he refused to let the blond go left out.

 

--

 

 The chaos of morning greetings between roudy teens had dispersed, students seating themselves in their assigned seats, mostly quiet save for the select few who were determined to repeat the same routine day by day. As soon as the door to the classroom slid open and a familiarly shaggy looking Aizawa stepped in, silence washed over the room. Backs straight and eyes ahead, each student watched as he stepped up behind his desk and placed his documents down.

 

"Alright" he spoke up, voice cutting through the silence.

 

"The sports festival is next week, and while some of you weren't present to go over the training" his eyes met mine, but there was no judgement, if anything a hint of sympathy "there is nothing else we can do except going in to the sports festival with confidence".

 

 "You've been prepped, advised and vaguely informed of what is to happen at the sports festival, rest up as much as you can, practice your quirks but don't you dare overdo it, you're going to need as much strength as you can muster to find yourself a sponsor. Rest over the weekend, do you hear me? Absolutely no use of quirks until then, I'll know" he narrowed his eyes at the sea of students before he nodded towards us.

 

"Alright then, let class begin"

 

--

 

 The weekend past faster than I would have liked, and before I knew I was standing in the locker room below the stadium we would be competing in. Heart racing in my chest, breath shallow and rapid, fingers tingling with nerves I placed my bag in the locker and gulped as it closed with a click. I tuned into the excited chirps of Mina , hoping her overall cheeriness would help me get through the day despite my desperate nerves.

 

The speaker overhead sounded, Present Mic's over the top voice calling out to tell us it was time to gather in the stadium, with those simple words my heart leaped to my throat. And with baited breath, I followed the other girls out into the hall. The boys had already stepped out, peering down either side of the long hall curiously, and once the whole class had congregated once again, we were lead back up into the stadium.

 

The difference between the dim artificial lighting that decorated the halls and changing rooms underneath the stadium was a stark difference compared to the sun, which bombarded us as we stepped out of the shadows. I flinched at the sudden brightness, arm lifting of my head to block out the sun, jumping at the sound of a microphone screech briefly.

 

"HERO COURSE CLASS 1-A!!"

 

Present Mic called out loudly, and with excitement, the crowd returned his enthusiasm. Their cheers were almost deafening, and while encouraging as it were to hear the receptiveness of the general public, it was a bit daunting to shoot for acting our best with so many eyes watching - not to mention the added crowds watching from behind the screens of their televisions.

 

I took a shuddering breath and closed my eyes, huddling closer to the crowd of students, hoping the nerves would ebb away being surrounded by familiar faces. A gentle arm wrapped itself around mine, and I paused, blinked in surprise at the warm action, I turned my head to the side to peer up at whoever had joined arms with me. A bright smile was what I was met with, a broad display of white teeth, hair an electrifying shade of yellow. I hadn't expected, of all people to pick up on my discomfort, that it would be Denki.

 

"Crowds can be pretty scary" he whispered as he lined up next to the other classes participating "but try not to think about it okay? What's most important is that you do your best for now, this is a super important opportunity for us, and with a quirk like yours, you're easily going to find a sponsor, so deep breaths yeah?".

 

My lips parted in shock at the males gentle words of encouragement, the tingling in the tips of my fingers simmered away, the rapid palpitating in my chest slowed to an average pumping. I took a deep breath before I returned his bright smile "thanks Kaminari" I said gently, giving his arm a gentle squeeze of gratitude. We separated, lining up into rows of 5, I took a shaky breath as I shifted to the side, looking up at the stage before us where Midnight stood, a smirk playing on her gloss painted lips.

 

"Alrighty everyone!" she called out eagerly into the microphone, her voice bouncing off of the stadium and back to us twice as loud "welcome back to the annual U.A Sports festival!", echoing her enthusiasm, the crowd cheered in response, parents, fans and heroes alike sitting in the seats overhead. "We have some very interesting first years this year, so I hope you all enjoy the show as much as we will" Midnight chuckled into the mic, laugh underlined with something sadistic, clearly wishing to see us work hard.

 

"We're going to be calling up the student to represent class 1-A firstly"

 

I blinked in surprise as I stared up the pro hero, and around to my equally as confused; logically speaking, the best member of our class to go up their would be Yao-Momo, knowing that she would be kind but straightforward with the delivery and introduction. Both Yaoyorozu and Iida stood straight, chin's raised as they prepared to be called on. Midnight grinned as she scanned the crowd of students, her expression was one of her usual mischief.

 

"Bakugou Katsuki!"

 

Surprised gasps and murmurs echoed throughout the mock colloseum, of all people to announce for the day, Bakugou was the least expected. My shoulders slumped, head dropping I pinched the bridge of my nose, this, this was going to be a disaster.


Hands stuffed in his pockets, the males back was hunched, head angled downwards, clearly not excited about the idea of talking in front of the entire nation. He turned towards the microphone, an unimpressed expression he wore often on his face. Crimson eyes grazed over the multiple faces below him, he leaned towards the mic, his lips parting, course voice slipping out, quieter than his usual tone.

"I..."

The microphone squeaked for a moment before he spoke, the rows of Class 1-A were tense, staring up at the figure with baited breath. Please god, I hoped that he wouldn't cuase unnecessary spit fire for the other classes.

"....Will win it all"



There was silence, the eyes of the public widened in shock at the ambitious words grumbled by the 15 year old.


"Oh good lord" I ducked my head deeper, the crowd of students bursted into loud shouts, boos and cries of displeasure. There were loud insults thrown, offended shouts of defensive self boasting from the students around us. Katsuki took no notice, instead he made his way back down the steps of the stage and took his place back in row, an almost accomplished smile on his face.


My brows pinched in the inner corner, furrowing in confusion, I leaned to the side to get a sight of the blonde. The boos were quickly quieted down but Midnight, but in place of the tense atmosphere, it was replaced with the burning heat of ambition. Students who were previously apprehensive about the obstacles they would need to overcome to proceed now stood with their backs straight, their chins raised, hands balled into fists, a fire in their eyes. Tearing my eyes away from the pumped up students around us, I glanced back to my explosive class mate.


Red eyes met mine, though clearly confused by my glancing around, his expression remained passive. I glanced between his eyes, searching for something I wasn't quite sure I'd find. A twitch at the corner of my lips had his brows raising, with a breathless laugh, I nodded towards him. His thick, pale lashes closed part way over his eyes, narrowing them in pensiveness before a wide, proud smirk spread across his lips in understanding.


Perhaps it was a bad idea for making him take notice of me, or perhaps it wasn't.


But now the male knew I accepted his challenge, and now he was going to come after me, and despite the fact that I knew that had we fought one on one, I would lose to someone like him. I couldn't help but grin, a fight with Bakugou? Now that would be fun.

You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
-------------

.:12:.



It wasn't a common occurance to be called to the principal's office, in fact it was usually for something rather alarming. So when I was summoned after waking up in the nurses office, I was more than a little worried, afraid I had done something wrong without realizing. Recovery Girl walked at my side, the atmosphere between us was tense, thick and silent, with each step closer the nervousness inside me continued to grow.

 

"Reocvery Girl?" I spoke up, clearing my throat worriedly, I glanced down at her when she gave an acknowledging hum "am I in trouble? Why are we going to see the principal?" the hesitance was clear in my voice.

 

With her usual carefree smile on her face, she kept her gaze forward "don't panic dear, the principal only want to ask you a few questions and then you can go home, you're excused from classes this evening due to your fainting spell, alright?".

 

Put at ease by her nonchalant reply, I took a deep breath and felt my muscles loosen slightly, walking at her pace, I nodded.

 

 

I had never expected a simple door to be quite as intimidating as it was. And yet I found my heart racing at the sight of the oak wood double doors. Recovery lifted a small hand and tapped a quiet knock, it was only a moment before the principal's high pitched voice called out a cheerful "come in!".

 

I reached for the handle, knowing that Recovery Girl might have trouble reaching, and pushed one side of the doors open, waiting for the nurse to step in first, I followed her inside. Closing the door behind me as we were usually supposed to do when visiting Principal Nezu's office. He sat at his wide wooden desk, his fur coated fingers entwined as he rested them atop the table surface.

 

"(Y/n)" he smiled upon seeing me "you're probably nervous about being called here all of a sudden, take a seat" he held out his hand to gesture to the seat opposite his table. I bowed my head with a nervous smile and sat myself down as requested. He shifted himself forward in his leather seat and took a deep breath, small black eyes meeting my own, I could see the smile on his lips were attempted to seem reassuring, but it didn't ease my nerves in the slightest"

 

"I hear you had a fainting spell, are you feeling alright?" he asked gently.

 

I perked up in my seat "oh! Uh, yes sir I'm feeling okay, I guess it's because I didn't eat breakfast this morning, I must have gotten a little light headed, I'm sorry" I stammered.

 

"From your reaction, it appears you don't know" he sighed quietly, "I have a few questions for you, (Y/n), you're not in trouble, I just want to sort out this whole ordeal, alright?"

 

I bit my lip and shuffled back in my seat worriedly "of course, what did you want to ask?" I placed my hands in my lap, thumbs twiddling anxiously as I awaited his questions.

 

"Have you noticed the scar that Recovery girl found on your chest?"

 

His question surprised me, hand subconciously lifted to press to the dull ache in the centre of my chest "I remember feeling pain this morning right here but I never remembered having a scar here" I mumbled quietly, eyes glancing down at my uniform clad torso.

 

"I see, have you gotten random aches before? Do you think there's a common denominator?" he picked up the pen sitting neatly in a mug off his table and began scribbling something down on the paper in front of him.

 

"Well-- it usually happens after I visit my specialist"

 

Beady eyes lifted to meet mine, flitting up from the paper on his desk to meet my gaze "excuse me, you're what now?" whiskered brows furrowed as he lifted his chin to look at me properly.

 

"Well when I first presented my quirk, after I broke my arm on a swing and it floated, we went to a doctor who told us I had telepathy, and then a few months later I found out what my quirk really was, so my parents took me back to him to see if there was anyway I could use my quirk without injuring myself, he took interest in me and he's been observing my quirk and helping me develop it ever since" I explained.

 

He glanced over at Recovery Girl, and from the corner of my eye I could see the jerk of her head as she nodded "I see, I have one last question for you, and you can head home, alright?".

 

I let out a quiet sigh of relief, although Principal Nezu was kind, being in this tense atmosphere was rather stressful.

 

"What is this doctor's name?"

 

--

 

When I got home, I tried my best to calm my parent's frantic worrying after the phone call from Recovery Girl they received the morning I passed out. I was given a hefty plate of food and sent off to bed to catch up on some well needed rest.

 

Once I reached the safe security of my bedroom, I leaned back against the door frame as it closed and ran my hands down my face in exhasperation. Pushing off of the door, I made my way over to the full body mirror leaning against the wall next to my bed. My reflected surprised me, skin pale from fatigue, I looked rather sickly. My hands reached towards the button of my blazer, slipping the large buttons out of their dedicated slits, I slipped the fabric down my arms and dropped it onto the bed.

 

Reaching towards the hem of my skirt, I untucked my button up shirt and quickly flicked the buttons open. Dropping the shirt to join my blazer, as I stared at my reflecting the scar was quite apparent, the pain was duller, no doubt Recovery Girl tried to apply some pain relief. The straight line seen through the centre of my bra. I unclasped the uncomfortable undergarment and tossed it aside. I flinched at the sight of the healing wound on my chest, it had come out of nowhere, and I wasn't quite expected to have to make the connection between my randomly appearing injuries and Dr. Ennoyama.

 

Stepping closer to the mirror, I bit my lip, hand lifting to press to the wound on my chest, my brows furrowed in confusion, under the pad of my index finger, was a bumb. Or, perhaps it wasn't?

 

It was hard, and tiny enough that even under my finger I could feel the shape, square and slightly sharp at the corners. "What-- what the hell is that?" I breathed out shakily, stepping even closer to the mirror, my fingers pulled and pushed at the skin to try and get a clearer outline of the foreign object embedded in my skin.

 

"Oh god" I whispered in horror, stumbling away from the wall, I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest, hands grasping the opposite shoulder. Disgust settled deep in my stomach at the thought that he, the doctor I trusted and admired so much, violated me in such a way, pulled off my clothes, cut me open and stuffed and unknown object under my skin.

 

Hand slapping over my mouth, I rushed to the conected en suite bathroom, hurriedly pulling open the toilet, I fell to my knees. Trembling fingers gripped the nippingly cold ceramic bowl. Against my will, my stomach turned and the large meal I had eaten just before left my body.

 

--

 

It was not a feeling I was used to.

 

The vulnerability, humiliation and disgust. Lord knows how many times the Doctor had done such things to me, how many times I had been cut open, experimented on, and used.

 

What effect would this object implanted in my skin have on my body?

 

What effect had all of his experiments have on my body over the years?

 

Did he have pictures? Samples? Was he doing this for personal gain? Scientific research? For me?

 

Questions stormed through my brain, leaving a terrifying chill in its wake, my skin scrawled as thought I could still feel his hands, his scalpel. My head ringing like I could still hear his voice, his reassurances, his lies .

 

It was in that moment, that for the first time in my life, I wished only to sit back against the cold tile walls of my bathroom, to curl up into as small a ball as possible, and to stay there. For the first moment I wished that I was like my parents, that I had no quirk, then maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe I would have a happy, simple life, away from the villains and the stereotypical evil scientists.

 

A part of me wanted to run down to the kitchen, grab a knife from the block on the counter and cut out the object in my chest. But the other, more logical, hero part of me knew that Principal Nezu had a plan, that his questions and his wish to know Dr. Ennoyama's name meant that he was pursuing this case, it meant that he was going to catch him, help me, and fix this.

 

 Willing myself to stand up properly was harder than I had anticipated. The tremble in my knees worsened after I had vomited, blood sugar dropping with the flush of the food I had eaten. With my hand braced against the wall, I pushed off the rest of my uniform, dropping it onto the floor with little care, I climbed under the blankets, pulling them up to my nose, knees tucking against my chest.

 

Accepting this, what had happened to me, and accepting the knowledge that Ennoyama will not be the only person who might violate me in such a way during my hero career, it was hard, almost so hard that it wavered my will to continue my days at U.A.

 

But for now, for today and the day to come, the hardest part would be willing myself to get out of bed in the morning.

You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
-------------

.:11:.



The weeks that passed were filled with trianing and anticipation, the sports festival arriving sooner than any of us could have expected. Before I knew it, the date of my next appointment with Dr. Ennoyama was due. With a deep breath, I slung my bag of clothes over my shoulder and met my parents by the door.

Parked by the side of the road, the specialist smiled brightly in greeting from the drivers seat of his car. My mother's gentle fingers brushed the hairs away from my face, and a loving kiss adorned my forehead as they saw me off.

 

-

 

 The car ride was for the most part silent, and the distance short. Whilst we had moved to our current house for the proximity to the school, we were also moved with the distance of the lab in mind. The lab, which was quickly approaching, was a tall building, coated in white tiled with large windows, it appeared much like a hospital, the only difference were the things that went on inside.

 

Only those who had been scouted were allowed to enter, and within the individual rooms, quirk dedicated tests were performed. As Dr. Ennoyama pulled into his parking space, he gently slapped the steering wheel and with a smile he turned to face me "ready?" he questioned, unbuckling his seat belt.

 

Following suit, I took a deep breath and sent a small smile of my own "you know it".

 

With a brief greeting to the secretary at the reception desk, Dr. Ennoyama guided me through to his office and testing room. Much like a doctor's office, there was a small medical issue bed, knowing the protocol - I laid myself down upon it. Bag hanging on the hook fastened to the door, I took a deep breath as I laid back on the paper laid down for sanitary purposes.

 

Donning his pristine white lab coat, he stepped towards the drawers filled with medical supplies on the left hand side of the room. He fished out a new, packeted syringe and reached up into the glass cabinets to pull out a small fluid filled bottle. Unpackaging the syringe, he pushed the needle into the thin metal cap of the bottle. Filling the syringe, he placed the bottle back in its place, tapped and squirted the air bubbles out of it and made his way over to me.

 

During his walk over, he grabbed the small medical table on wheels, placing the syringe down with his cap on as he grabbed a cotton ball from the small metal tray, soaking it in rubbing alcohol.

 

Wordlessly, I pushed up the sleeve of my right arm to give him access, the wet ball of cotton swiped and disinfected a small area on the inside of my elbow. Taking hold of the syringe and uncapping it, he glanced up at my face, and gave a reassuring smile.

 

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, flinching with a quiet grunt as the needle pressed into my skin, it was something that I couldn't quite get used to. The painful pressure of the fluid being pushed into my veins and the prick of the break of the skin.

 

 In a fluid, painless motion, the needle was removed and an iodine soaked cotton ball was pressed to the small wound to stop any bleeding and rid of any bacteria that may cause infection.

 

It was within moments that I had begun to feel drowsy, eyelids heavy and head turning to look at the doctor with a loll. This happened with each of my appointments, Dr. Ennoyama's reasoning, was whether my quirk was activated by pain, or by damage. It was something I couldn't quite understand, for how was I supposed to use my quick unconscious? But I learnt quickly not to question his teachings.

 

Nimble fingers clutched my hand, gently patting the back in a reassuring action. My tired eyes lifted to stare up at the doctor, his face growing blurrier by the second "there, there, (Y/n). Just relax and go to sleep, everything will be fine, like always".

 

********

 

He couldn't believe his luck. How he, Kensuke Ennoyama, a simple quirkless scientist and managed to catch sight of the exciting quirk out of the blue. It was an opportunity he just couldn't pass up. A part of him knew this was wrong, as he stared down at her unconscious body laying on the hard medical bed, but all that was easily overpowered by the desperate need to be relevant. To not have his worth judged by his lack of quirk, but rather, the discoveries he's made and the advancements he could make in his field.

 

 Desperately, he wished for recognition, to stop being looked down on as an unadvanced, quirkless nobody. His colleagues, all suited with powers that helped them further their research.

 

Clutching the edge of the bed, he grit his teeth "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he whispered, shaking his head he reached onto the medical tray by his side, gripping the metal scalpel in hand, he clenched the thin handle in hand and turned to her.

 

"But this is for me"

 

********

 

When I awoke the next morning, I was laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling of my room.  Vaguely, I registered the fog in the back of my mind, memories of the day before hazy. The topic on the forefront of my mind, was the burning ache in the centre of my chest. With a clenched jaw, I hurriedly pulled my shirt over my head, ignoring the stinging back that the hard movement caused.

 

Looking down at myself, I saw clearly, a deep red line down the centre of my chest, like a freshly healed scar. My brows furrowed in confusion before I slumped back against the bed, this happened more often than I liked. Coming back from my monthly appointment with  Dr. Ennoyama with fresh scars that I could not explain, I was nervous to ask why, in case the answer was something I wouldn't be all too happy with.

 

There were times that I wished I could tell my parents, but I knew it would do more harm than good, probably send them into a distress harmful for their body. With Dr. Ennoyama being in the profession that he is, the government would much more easily cover up the story, leaving us struggling and in a damaged societal position.

 

Wordlessly and without complaint, I grabbed the my uniform with hung from the handle of my wardrobe. Each movement was pain as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, bending down hurt as I pulled my skirt over my thighs. My school bag was an uncomfortably heavy weight on my shoulder, my steps slow and calculate as I descended the stair case.

 

I brushed off my parents' worried glances with reassuring smiles and calming words, not trusting my turning stomach, I decided to skip breakfast and opted for quickly leaving, knowing that at the pace the pain forced me to walk at, I would reach the school just about on time.

 

 

For once, the excitement in the classroom didn't bring me joy, watching with dread as my classmates flailed their arms and knocked each other about. I worried they might accidentally knock into the burning wound on my chest.

 

"Yo (Y/n), why are you standing in the door way foor?" came Kirishima's cheery voice from behind me, with a friendly grin and innocent intentions, his hand clapped the centre of my back between my shoulder blades. The shock delayed the initial sensation, a slow spark travelling up my spine, before a sudden, explosion like bloom of pain shot across my torso.

 

I staggered forward, vision blanked white momentarily, lungs burning with the air knocked out of them. The room around me spun, stomach bubbling and turning uncomfortaly, doubling over, I vaguely recognized the stinging in my throat as the acid of the bile spilling out of my mouth washed over the surface. The comotion in the room was like an incessant buzz, aiding the thunderclap headache clouding my brain.

 

Somewhere in the reach of my subconscious, I registered hands, gentle as they rubbed my back. Soothing words whispered from kind lips, Uraraka? No, it was cold, a calming chill resting on my boiling skin.

 

Hazy eyes glanced over to the person attempting to aid my ails, red and white flashed over my line of sight, before suddenly, my knees crippled beneath me. Collapsing into the awaiting arms, my heavy eyes fell closed with a quiet whisper.

 

"Todoroki"

 

********

 

Recovery girl was at odds with herself, she knew that scars were to be expected, old wounds and fresh wounds that came with the quirk the girl possessed. Much like with young Midoriya, the result of this student's quirk greatly saddened her.

 

The thing that caught her off guard, was the scar down the centre of her chest, straight and pristine with medical professionalism. Driven by concern and curiousity, well trained fingers pressed lightly against the scar on the unconscious girls chest. For a moment, her confusion on deepened, before quickly replaced with shock and horror. Embedded underneath her skin, was a smal square lump, size comparable to that of a sim card.

 

Without a guardian's permission, Recovery Girl would not be permitted to cut the device out to examine it, she would have to take this to the higher ups. But there was always the worry that they would believe the girl was doing something villainous, and even if that wasn't the case, she could always run the risk of being expelled. Biting at her lower lip, Recovery Girl pulled the covers back over (Y/n)'s chest, allowing her to continue a peaceful rest.

 

It took a quick message to the teachers to gather them for an emergency meeting, knowing Nezumi, he would search for an answer before taking any action. She prayed that the chip resting in the chest of one of Aizawa's students was there for completely innocent purposes.

 

--

 

When she got the message that all teachers had gathered, Recovery Girl made the decision to lock the nurse's office door, keeping (Y/n) sleeping inside, from the state of her, she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

 

 Each step towards the conference room was filled with a greater dread, a mental war raging on inside her head. Should she do the right thing and tell the school board? Or try to see things on the bright side and give her the benefit of the doubt. As a nurse, her responsibility and loyalty lied with the school board, but as a caretaker of the children, her protection was drawn towards them.

 

Recovery Girl stared up at the large, double wooden doors, calculating eyes narrowing, he took a deep breath and pushed the heavy barricade open. With the sound of the door unclicking, all eyes fell upon her. With a deep breath, the doors closed once again, behind her and she looked up, facing the pro heroes surrounding the lengthened table.

 

"Everyone" she cleared her throat.

 

Arms tucked behind her back, a serious expression took over her usually kind features. With a clenched jaw and gritted teeth, she took a deep inhale.

 

"We have something very important to discuss"

You've got your chains wrapped around me so tight
give me enough just to keep me alive
I try to run but it hurts everytime
Nothing I can do to save my soul
~
Jojo
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.:10:.



Going home after the attack was dreaded more than the attack itself.

 

Quelling my mother's leaking eyes was a feat upon itself, calming my father's rage upon seeing the bandages and injuries lining my body was just as difficult. And yet the hardest part was convincing them not to pull me out of school, hours were spent reminding them of all the benefits of the school and to forget about the dangers it held. After a few hours of arguments and reasoning, my parents finally agreed to allow me to continue in U.A.

 

Laying in bed that night, I could feel the injuries covering my body itching and aching uncomfortably. Despite the comfort of being in my childhood bed, and despite the cool of my pillow and the warmth of my blankets, I found myself unable to reach the sleep I so desperately desired. I stared, restless, up at the ceiling above my head. Bandaged arm up and pressing against my forehead as I admired the multitude of glow in the dark stars my father had glued to my ceiling since birth.

 

With a groan of irritation, I rolled over onto my side, ignoring the twinge of pain that shot through my joints. Reaching over to my bedside table, I took my phone into my hands, narrowing my eyes as I switched it on to try and prevent some of the sudden shock the brightness would cause.

 

Surprisingly, I found a multitude of notifications piled up from the class group chat, switching off sleep mode, I enterred the chat, absent mindedly scrolling through the many messages.

 

Ignoring those questioning about homework, Mineta's usual crudeness, and the extensive use to caps and swear words from Bakugo, I found myself smiling as I went through the most recent of texts.

 

The small group of the class that had been protected by Thirteen congratulating and worrying over those of us who had to face the brunt of the villains. A flood of warmth spread to my chest at the many get well wishes over those who had been injured, specifically Aizawa-sensei, despite the fact he had left the chat the instant he was added, claiming the many 'pings' gave him a head ache.

 

Chuckling quietly to myself, I switched my phone off and placed it back down on the bedside table, with a deep breath and closed eyes, sleep greeted me with open arms.

 

--

 

When the next day came, I brushed off my mother's not so subtle attempts to make me stay just a day longer. The condition to their approval, was that at least for today, my father would drive me to the front gate, despite the short distance. Albeit begrudgingly, I agreed to the deal, for the sake of my dreams to become a pro hero.

 

The car slowed to a stop along the pavement just outside the gate, the window of the driver's seat perfectly aligning to the front door, no doubt my dad wanted to see me walk in to assure that no villain could possibly grab me along the way. The idea was a bit far fetched, what with the raised security after the attack, but to ease his inevitable worry, I said nothing and simply unbuckled my seat belt.

 

Grabbing my school bag from the foot well, I pulled one strap around my shoulder and reached for the door handle.

 

"(Y/n)"

 

I paused, glancing over at my dad, glancing out the window next to his head, slightly anxious that the bell might ring and the gates might close while we were talking.

 

His hands fell off the steering wheel and onto his lap, he was uncharacteristically fidgetty "I know that this may seem like some kind of punishment after what you've been through, but-- for us this is..." he trailed off quietly.

 

"Your mother and I being quirkless and for you to have a quirk like this-- and to be in a school filled with nothing but danger it's just so-"

 

"Weird?"

 

He broke off into a light chuckle "to put it lightly" he mumbled, leaning back against the seat with a deep sigh "we're just worried, you're our only child, we don't want you to go before us".

 

My upper teeth rested themselves on my lower lip "dad", his warm eyes lifted to meet your own "I understand, I'm not mad or anything, I know why you and mum are doing this" I assured.

 

"But I also know the consequences of the path that I chose and I came to terms with it the moment Dr. Ennoyama told me that it could happen. I don't want anything more than I want this, I'm careful, and I'm surrounded by people who will protect me at the drop of a hat if it came to that. I'm more safe in that school than I am anywhere else right now, daddy".

 

The look in his eyes told me, that despite himself, he knew this.

 

"I just wish the safest place for you to be would be with us".

 

--

 

Stepping into class that morning was rather surreal in a way, knowing that had the events of the last class gone slightly differently, I might have never stepped inside this classroom again.

 

Surprisingly, it was as though nothing had happened, my classmates were bustling, laughing and yelling at each other just like they usually would. Upon catching sight of me, Uraraka, standing in a group with the other girls waved me over.

 

With a warm smile, I accepted her offer.

 

Dumping my bag down on the floor by my desk, I took Mina's hand as she helped me sit up atop it. Gently as is gentle for Mina, she pulled my arm out so they could inspect the bandage wrapped securely around my arm.

 

"What exactly happened?" Momo mumbled, eyebrows pinched in sympathy at the wound.

 

"That villain, Shigaraki, has some kind of rotting quirk, the skin on my arm just kind of- died" I mumbled, wincing as my mind flashed back to the pain the injury and attack had caused.

 

"I can't believe you went up face first to that creep guy!" Hagakure gushed, voice filled with fear and an excitable tinge of awe.

 

"That was very brave, (Y/n)-chan" Tsu added, index finger tapping against her lower lip.

 

"Please never do it again" Jirou's eyes fell closed with a quiet sigh.

 

"She's right, (Y/n) won't have to do it again, because we're going to be there next time and we're going to fight together so no one person will get attacked like that again!" Ochako's fist gently slapped at her chest in an act of determination.

 

I blinked in surprise at the girls that surrounded me, unbeknownst to myself, a smile had crept up onto my face. With a breath filled giggle, I sat up straight and nodded my head "yeah, next time we'll be together".

 

--

 

 As the events of the attack was pushed to the back of our minds, the news of the up and coming sports festival spread like wild fire. Excitement and urgency alike was a common feeling amongst the many students of U.A.

 

 The sports festival was an important event, where pro heroes and sponsors alike could scout the students and choose those that would benefit their companies. Heroes could pick their side kicks, and sponsors could pick those who could represent their brand. To become a succesful pro, making a name for yourself during the sports festival was vital.

 

 The pressure to do well for the sake of our future weighed heavy in the minds of the entire student body, especially for class 1-A deemed as the 'better class' among the other students in the hero program. That is why I was only midly surprised at the blockade that had formed outside out classroom once the school day had ended.

 

I let a sigh slip as I heard the enthusiastic yelling of Kirishima followed by a familiar angy yelling from Bakugou. Pulling my bag over my shoulder, I stepped towards the crowded door, and winced out apologies as I tried my best to squeeze through.

 

"Excu-"

 

"You class 1-A students think you're so great just because the title of your class!"

 

My words were cut short with the bickering of the classes that had gathered outside.

 

"Could I just ge-"

 

"Who do you think you are?! Shitty b class!"

 

"Please allow me to get throu--"

 

"What did you just say?!"

 

My heart jumped at the irritation quickly spreading throughout my system, gritting my teeth I took a deep breath, my parents were worried enough as it was, if I went home later than usual, no doubt they would panic themselves into a stupor.

 

"Excuse me"

 

My tone was sharp and stern, volume risen to speak above angered yelling, eyes turned towards me, shocked at my obviously angered tone.

 

"I hate to interrupt the friendly conversation but I really need to go home and you're standing in the way"

 

I sighed out my response, voice laced with exasperation. Blinking at each other, a small gap was created through the crowd and I let a quiet huff of relief pass my lips.

 

"Thank you"

 

Stepping through the gap, I paused and turned to look at them "and if you're as fired up as you say you are, then show us when you're competing, save it for the festival"

 

--

 

When I got home, Dr. Ennoyama was waiting for me.

 

I paused and glanced to my parents in surprise "Doctor! What-- what are you doing here? My next appointment isn't for another few weeks" I mumbled in surprise, sitting myself in the arm chair opposite to him.

 

"Ah don't worry about that" he smiled brightly, hand waving absent mindedly "I'm not here about your next appointment, rather-- I hear that the sport festival is coming up".

 

I perked up "yeah actually, in a few weeks time, why?" my brows furrowed in confusion at the topic.

 

"I've kept the indentity for the person that recommended you hidden as per their request, but I want you to know that you don't need to win thier festival, they're more than willing to sponsor you" his smile was bright, encouraging.

 

My lips parted in surprise "are you-- are you serious?" I whipered, heart light and excitement quickly spreading, he hummed and nodded "but there is a catch" he held up an index finger.

 

I found myself biting at the inside of my cheek, sinking back into the seat "...go on" I mumbled hesitantly.

 

"You need to make an impression, go through the festival with a bang, tell the world that you are there" he clenched a fist and shook it enthusiastically.

 

I rose a brow "that's it? All you want is for me to make an impression on people?"

 

Ennoyama straightened his back and nodded "your sponsor's only condition is that you make a name for yourself before they make a name for you. Your quirk is amazing, (Y/n), the most exceptional I've had the opportunity to witness up close, I have no doubt that this will be easy for you"

 

My hand came up to rub the back of my neck sheepishly "well I don't know about that...my class mates are amazing, a little impulsive but their quirks are incredible, it's not going to be as easy as it seems". I found myself sighing for the upteenth time.

 

Dr. Ennoyama simply smiled, standing up off of the couch, he approached me and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder "try not to worry, you'll do great, I know you will. Our next appointment falls just before the sports festival, so I'll take it upon myself to help you train. The sports festival is where you make your name".

 

I bit my lip at the inevitable pressure I had felt upon the news that much depended on my success in the sports festival.

 

"Don't look so nervous (Y/n)" the doctor laughed.

 

"I'll make you great"

Save My Soul [Todoroki Shouto x Reader] 11
this is a long time coming rip ;-;

this chap is a lil boring i feel but it has a lot more to do with *my* plot and a little less to do with the plot the anime follows and theres a lil bit of uh foreshadowing there Wink

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Yo man, you're actually, like, my hero right now. There are so little Amazing Spiez fan fictions out there, but you made three. THREE. DUDE. SCREAM.
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