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Aspirations	By : Demonic_Host Category: +M to R > My Hero Academia Views: 13851 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aspirations
Chapter 19

Class 1B wasn’t bad. You’d been with them the last couple of days, getting to know them. You’d gotten into the swing of turning up during their Foundational Hero Studies or any special class that Vlad King planned for them. That way you could help the students recover and focus better during the day. A few days of that made you feel like maybe you’d gotten into a good routine for your job. What made the job harder was that unlike with 1A you weren’t given names, quirks, and the like in book format. You had to put names to faces to quirks yourself. On that you were failing. But being around the kids more often helped.

“I’ll have your quirk mastered in no time,” Monoma bragged as extended his own tendrils from his body by about a foot.

“When you figure it out, let me know,” you said with a smile. “I’ll have Vlad King break your legs and see how fast you can knit them back up.”

You laughed at the look on his face. You nudged him with your shoulder as you looked out at the other students who were practicing with their quirks. Monoma was also practicing; he was practicing with your quirk at the moment. Just because he could copy someone else’s quirk didn’t mean he had the strength everyone else built up with them or the level of skill that everyone had worked for with them. Like right now he could only extend the reconstructing tendrils about a foot away from the body.

“I’m joking,” you laughed again as his eyes returned to normal. “He’ll only need to break one as a test.”

And right back to the look of surprise again. You couldn’t shake the smile you had on your face at the thought of what thoughts were running through Monoma’s head.

“You do know what bones are mostly made of right?”

“Calcium,” Monoma said with a cocky sort of tone.

You shook your head. “Collagen fibers, a type of protein formed after your body makes procollagen. Glycerin and proline, along with vitamin C and copper, combine to make procollagen. Over time your body turns the procollagen into collagen fibers to support bone growth or health. My body, because of my quirk, breaks down all proteins into amino acids to use for energy and repair before going for the carbs, sugars, and fats. But it helps speed everything up if you already have the right ones on hand. Plus you have to know what the tendrils have to inject into a person before knitting everything back.”

“Why are you telling me this?” He asked in a fluctuating pitch.

You had the feeling that he knew exactly why. You could see the knowledge of the truth in his eyes. You readied yourself for what you needed to do. Though really it was more like ready yourself so you didn’t chicken out.

“You have about 7 and a half minutes left of my quirk. That should be enough time.”

You stood up despite Monoma’s protests. The blond got up quickly to follow you to where his homeroom teacher was watching everyone with a satisfied look on his face. Tapping him on the arm got his attention.

“Break one of my fingers.”

Oh look, you made his smaller eyes a bit bigger in surprise! You took that as an accomplishment.

“What?” He asked in a tone of utter surprise.

“I want Monoma to practice with my quirk. The best way to do that is hands on. And he has about 7ish minutes left. Enough time plus some to repair a bone as small as a finger. I’m just too much of a wuss to do it myself.”

He looked a little startled and concerned. You watched the big man look towards Monoma. Said blond was shaking his head to try and dissuade the teacher. You, however, looked set on your coarse of action.

“He won’t have enough time if you don’t hurry,” you reminded him. “Besides I can always redo it if he patches me up wrong.”

“This is crazy!” Monoma protested from behind you.

“I’m not going to break your finger,” Vlad said firmly, thick arms crossed over an equally thick torso.

You frowned. You didn’t want to ask again and make it seem like you weren’t respecting his words as a teacher. To be totally honest you hadn’t been looking forward to the pain that a broken finger would bring.

“Then I don’t know how to help you practice my quirk. Muscles, joints, and ligaments are trickier; you’d need to study the different groups before you worked with them. You don’t want to remove the wrong fluids from the muscles either. That can get painful.”

You leaned back onto one of the railing guards as you contemplated the situation. You hadn’t come up with a way to help that was acceptable to either Vlad King or Monoma before the class time was over.

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“Were you serious?”

You looked up at the large Pro-Hero you were walking beside. He had what seemed to be an eternal frown on his face. His eyes were set forward, focused underneath his orange visor.

“About breaking my finger?” You guessed.

That had been the only shocking thing you’d said today as far as you were aware. From the nod, you knew you’d guessed right. You hummed to yourself for a moment as you passed classroom 1A on the way to 1B.

“At the time, yes,” you answered. “It seemed reasonable. If he wants to practice with my quirk, he’ll need to experience it. I figured it was better to do it on me because if something goes wrong, I could patch myself up after.”

“You shouldn’t worry about that. You weren’t hired for quirk development training,” he grumbled.

“I was hired to support them though. The idea of ‘support’ is rather vague. It could be emotionally, physically, developmentally, or even something simple like making sure they get a good lunch. I mean, there are heroes that higher nutritionists out there to ensure they’re keeping their body in fighting shape. Ones who go to massage therapists like me. Some seek comfort and support at home or from professionals — a whole range of things,” you mused aloud. And then you realized who you were talking to and felt the embarrassment rise. You shuffled a little awkwardly in front of the classroom door with him. “Sorry, preaching to the choir I guess.”

Vlad King did something that surprised you. He patted both of your shoulders with a bit of a toothy grin.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to give it your all for the next generation. Keep up that spirit and drive! These kids will learn a lot from you.”

“That was the plan…” you mumbled in embarrassment as he dropped his hands.

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Recovery girl looked up from the documentation that you were helping her fill out. Even as old as she was, the once youthful heroine could hear someone coming. Based on the sound of the footsteps, she could hazard a guess to who it was too. Though from the way you were bobbing your head and the slight sway of your body as you worked, she would have to say that you hadn’t noticed yet.

Good. Now would be the perfect opportunity.

Recovery girl tapped you with her cane. Respectfully you uncovered one of your ears so that you could hear her over your music. “Yes?”

“Be a dear and look for the cough drops. I think they’re in that cabinet right there. And you know how much it hurts for me to bend nowadays.”

You looked towards where she was pointing. You weren’t sure how low she’d have to bend considering the height but oh well. You nodded before putting the headphone back on and standing up. You bent over trying to find the cough drops you knew she favored, humming and slightly swaying to the music. Unbenounced to you, Aizawa had walked into see that display and, to Recovery Girl’s great happiness, he seemed to have a good deal in common with a deer trapped in the headlights.

You lifted one ear off again as you said, “I can’t see any cough drops Auntie.”

“Oh I just know they’re in there. They must have gotten shoved to the back.”

You nodded and let out a sigh. You switched to your hands and knees as you dug through all the useful junk she kept throwing in that particular cabinet. All the while Aizawa starred from behind you, silent as the grave. Recovering girl couldn’t help but smile. As far as she was concerned, she was only helping to facilitate something that was in everyone’s best interests. The fact that the normally composed Aizawa started to look a little flushed as you leaned your torso down to put weight on your elbow so that you could stretch forward to get to the back meant that her plan was working perfectly. You finally found the cough drops and started to back out of the counter you’d submerged yourself in.

“Enjoying the view, Eraserhead?” the old lady spoke up from beside him quietly with a knowing, teasing smile.

Judging by the prominent bulge in his profile as he turned around, Recovery Girl could guess that the answer to that had been ‘yes’. She laughed to herself as the quiet man quietly made his way back out of the room without speaking a word of whatever message he’d been intending to deliver.

“Did you say something?” You asked, none the wiser to the little show you’d just put on.

“Nothing important dear.”

You nodded in acceptance, handed her the cough drops, and got back to work.
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