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From the Pinnacle	By : SilencedDarling Category: +M to R > My Hero Academia Views: 594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There is simply just something ethereal about floating through the expanse of one’s own headspace. It gives you the capability to drone in anxiety or it allows you to reflect on choices made and actions taken, but for Chie, it felt like hovering in a vastness that she could not claw her way out of. Each languid beat of her heart could be heard as the personal soundtrack of the mindscape that she had been thrust into by her own quirk turning against her in a split second.

At times, she can hear the people entering and exiting her room. The nurses that have to clean her up and adjust her position, the people arguing off in a corner in hushed tones that she cannot exactly make out. The real world around her sounded muffled in this state and it was hard to come back to reality as it was.

Hours tick onwards, culminating eventually into a two day period of this bleakness before she actually woke up.

Slowly her eyes crack open, a bit of fuzz on the corners of her field of vision as she tries to bring everything into focus. There are monitors beeping along with her vitals, and then another set somewhere in the not so distant expanse of the room. She struggles momentarily to move her head, the stiffness of her neck becoming more and more apparent. Her muscles felt worked, but that was to be expected due to the traumatic event that had been experienced.

Her mind would wander, questioning just how long it had been. She had not passed out in a manner like this before when she was using her quirk, that’s for sure. Fatigue was a common factor, but she assumed the man’s injuries had been something that were verging on life threatening…

Not that she could one hundred percent tell, though. She had managed to check his breathing and then it all became a whirlwind of color, sensation, and chaos. A trio of things that a person did not want to be smashed together out of their control, of course.

Just her luck, right?

“You’re awake.” A raspy voice calls out to her, and it takes her a few moments to realize that the other set of monitors had come closer. Too close, actually– but she cannot exactly move herself to scamper away in shock now, could she? Instead, her head lolls slowly to the side of the bed that had been approached, and silently, she takes it all in.

A tall, lanky man with surprisingly white hair stands a few inches off from her bedside. One of his hands– burned and scarred up– holds on to the I.V. pole, and if she weren’t feeling so fuzzy, she could swear it was an almost white knuckle grip. He’s dressed up in what can only be described as a cozy hospital chique.

Jokes aside, where had she seen him before?

Continuing to stare, her brow seems to knit out a blanket of confusion across her features as she tries to scour her brain for answers. This is cut short by a barking command, however:

“Say something!”

“What?”

It was… something, that’s for sure. The word comes out like her throat has been coated with gravel, too thick with the fog of coming back to the real world. Dehydration did not do her well, that was for sure. She also didn’t want to begin to think about how she might’ve looked like a wild mess after however long she had been in here.

“You’re not supposed to just sit around and stare people down. You have a lot of nerve, you know that? Especially with the way that you handled things back in the emergency room. The both of us wouldn’t be here in this place if it weren’t for you– I’m used to it, I can handle it, but you–...”

One of her hands comes up to touch against her forehead as she gives off an audible groaning sound. Her digits rub against the skin as she tries to soothe away the incoming headache. However, something clicks: “You’re blaming me for this?” She cannot help the incredulous tone that invades her words, a look of intermingled shock and confusion plastering itself along her features.

The man simply stares at her as if she’s grown a second head. Naturally he’s going to blame her, right? That’s just how men are, or that’s what Chie’s grandmother had told her when she was younger.

“You grabbed onto me. That is not my fault,” her stomach feels like it is going to roll right up her throat at this point. The nauseous sensations are beginning to creep in, and it causes the monitors to begin to spike a bit. “I don’t even know who you are, so why are you bringing my conduct into this?”

Admittedly, she swears that it feels like the temperature in the room has risen a tad bit. Or maybe it was because she had just stumbled out of a coma into an argument with her newfound roommate. A hand swipes along her features as she tries to ground herself as he continues his little tirade: “You know that unauthorized use of your quirk can land you in hot water, right? You’re not that stupid, right? No no, you can’t be that stupid. You’re a doctor for fuck’s sake–”

“Resident.” The interjection comes about as swift as she can manage.

“Whatever-the-fuck it is, I don’t know.”

“Then maybe you’re the–...” Holding onto her tongue for now, she leans back heavier into the pancake-like pillow that was behind her head, a groan of frustration coming from her.

“I'm what? Go on, Doc. Let’s hear it.”

A hand wave dismisses the train of thought as she turns her head to the other side, fixating on anything but the man that was currently berating her. “Leave me alone.”

“Little late for that.”

“It definitely isn’t that hard, I’ll tell you that. Buzz off.”

The man seems to steam a tad bit as he leers in her direction. His muscles practically tremble the I.V. pole that he was holding on to. The negativity that he manages to flood the room with is practically palpable, and it just makes the bile rise in her stomach that much more.

“Why did you do it?” The demand grows quieter, but the same edge still clings to his tone.

“I couldn’t help it. It was the first time something like that has happened outside of my control. I haven’t trained my quirk or anything like that because I don’t want to be a professional hero or anything like that.” She had thought life would be far more simple if she pursued a career in the medical field, but that was turning out to be something that was going down the drain– fast. The anxiety that begins to put her chest in a bind causes a bit of a cold sweat to collect along her features.

Her brain cannot help but cross thresholds that harbor many questions: If he was blaming her for this, who else was? Was she going to get in trouble for ‘unauthorized usage of a quirk’? She had everything registered, and despite multiple conversations trying to persuade her into a life of heroism, she always declined.

This mess was only just beginning to pile up.

So, as a distraction, a question of her own crops up: “Who are you anyways?”

There is a distinct scoffing sound that comes from the man now, acting as if it's an actual crime to not know who he was.

“Todoroki Touya, or better known as professional hero Dabi.” There’s a certain pride that drips from his tone of voice, and the ideal drones on in her head.

…Of course she’d end up in a situation like this with one of the more boisterous lines of professional heroes. Why couldn’t it be someone docile and way less entitled? Her hands fly up to her temples as she finds the headache finally setting in full force. Fingers rub against them as she tries to soothe away the agitation, but nothing seems to quell it away.

“...Shuzenji Chie.” The reply fills the momentary silence, but he’s already turned away from her, making his way back over to his bed. Settling down in it, the sound of people approaching becomes more apparent. The conversation dulls into nothing more than smouldering embers for now, but every so often, she feels the glare settled upon her from across the room.

The nurses finally approach, clamoring on about her finally being awake, and she gains momentary respite as the privacy curtain is drawn so that they can begin their diagnostic testing.

All the while, her mind sorts all of the baggage suddenly heaped onto her. How was she going to survive dealing with a professional hero blaming her for something that she didn’t exactly have proper control over?

Only time could tell at this point.
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