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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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Gradually, the nurses would disperse from the room. It was an absolute conga line of activity within the room, though. People came to visit from class, from the rounds, family, you name it. Admittedly, it was a bit overwhelming. Texts periodically would come in throughout the day to alert that people, of course, were sending their well wishes and hopes for a speedy recovery.

Chie knew, however, that a speedy recovery was something that she did not have to worry about. Her quirk left her exhausted when it was actually used, but when she willingly or even unwillingly activated transference, the specific combination of her family’s traits sped up her own process and rate of healing. After all, that’s what the specific intention of certain people within her family had a desire for. They saw her grandmother’s quirk based around healing and absolutely leapt on the versatility and usefulness that could be garnered from it.

Coincidentally, that’s why she kept it well under wraps. Not only did using the quirk leave her exhausted and in pain, but it was something that could be abused by others, too. It had never been her intention to become a tool, either. Could she have made a decent support to a professional? Yes, absolutely. There was no changing a mind that believed they could make a difference without relying upon the thing that made them a ‘meta-human’.

As goofy as it sounds, it was at least some kind of goal.

Somewhere around her second day, her notorious roommate was beginning to become more and more scarce. She was actually thankful for such a thing, because his presence was utterly overbearing above all else. Though, it was just a trademark for the Todoroki family at this point. They were all so full of themselves because of how their quirks manifested that it was actually almost amusing to witness from time to time. Or well, amusing if it wasn’t right up in a person’s face, of course.

With that said, she took the time that she had to herself wisely. They wanted to observe her for one more night and then she’d be free to head back to normal life. Her fingers would tap along the screen of a tablet in absent minded fashion as she drummed up her notes from her shift prior, attempting to coax out some of the more fuzzy details before the metaphorical explosion had overtaken her life. She’d have to round back to Hana or even Koyuki to find out some room numbers and double check if any names or symptoms were incorrect, but she was feeling pretty confident about her notes here.

The tappings and drumming sounds of her fingers continued along without much of a hitch, even as the door to her room would be pushed open by an older looking man. Her gaze draws upwards as she focuses on him, and a small smile is offered toward him.

“Miss Shuzenji,” he greets with a polite bow of his head. In his arm, there appears to be a business envelope– the official ones that are tied up with a string and button, even. “It is lovely to meet you. My name is Kamaro Obanai, and I am the director of the hospital.” He pulls the folder out, tapping his fingers against it idly as he seems to be thinking over the choice of words to follow.

“It is nice to meet you as well. My first day– despite the end– was a real pleasure working here.” She mentions, aiming to fill the bit of awkward silence that had followed along. Laying the tablet down, she shifts to adjust herself in the bed, bringing it up into a better sitting position.

The man’s eyes continue to size her up, almost like he is searching for any lingering after-effects of the ordeal that had taken place. One of her arms lifts, showing a patch of scarring that almost had the effect of disappearing before one’s very eyes if they looked closely enough. She does not aim to make a mention of it. “...I am glad that you enjoyed your first day of your residency.” He moves, pulling a chair up to the side of her bed, settling down as he crosses one leg over the other. The envelope remains neatly in his lap and he locks his fingers together. There is considerable conscious effort to not wrinkle the paper there in his lap as he continues to speak.

“I’m certain that you know one of the reasons that I am here. The ordeal in the emergency room with a member of the Todoroki family,” one finger taps against the other as he drones along in an almost robotic manner, “--it has come to my attention and the boards’ attention that you harbor a quirk that is, while useful, also very dangerous. A liability that can be used against us in the long run.”

“I don’t think that my quirk is dangerous, Mr. Kamaro.” Her interjection comes along as she knits her eyebrows together in confusion.

“The danger lies in the fact that it is incredibly untrained.”

A moment of silence lingers as she aims to keep her eyes trained on his face, steeling her features to make sure that her emotions do not betray her. “...You’re correct. It is untrained. I never intended to assist the public using my quirk. My intention was to do it through honest medical work.”

“And does that honest medical work include ending your shifts in the intensive care unit alongside your patients?”

The question is one that manages to catch her off-guard, an exasperated look crossing along her features. The intention of this conversation is not exactly clear in her mind just as of yet, so she attempts to tread carefully with her next bits and pieces of conversation: “That is absolutely not my intention, sir. I did not intend for what happened between myself and Mr. Todoroki. When he came into the emergency room, he was in an unconscious state. My direction was to make sure that his airways were clear, standard procedure for burn victims. The intensity of his burns led me to believe that he would not come to consciousness any time soon.” She clears her throat at the midway point of her explanation, shoulders stiffening in such a way that clearly expresses her tension with this conversation.

“When he grabbed me, emotion was running very high. I wear long-sleeved scrubs to avoid anyone making skin-to-skin contact with me, gloves, a mask, everything that follows protocol. His hand managed to get a hold of my bare skin beneath my scrubs. Between the chaos of the situation, the large man yelling outside of the room, and the unexpected way that he regained consciousness, it triggered my quirk. In that instant, all of the damage that he had taken from whatever he had been doing was taken onto my person and my body began its work of regenerating itself from the trauma it had endured.”

The man’s stoic appearance was off putting to say the least. He nods along as he listens to the story from her perspective. There are a few ‘I see’’s and mumbles that come along, typical statements from someone who’s basically having words heaped onto them.

“The one thing that I am gathering from this, Miss Shuzenji, is that you are incapable of controlling how your quirk may manifest in high intensity situations. Were you aware of this when you were going through your education?”

Her face goes a bit pale for a moment as she shifts in her spot. No matter how she answered this question, it seemed as though it was going to be the ‘wrong’ answer. “...Yes, sir. I was aware of this as I was going through my education.” Her gaze angles down toward her hands, which had come together. Her fingers would unconsciously squeeze together, trying to give her some kind of grip on the situation she felt that she had been cornered into.

“Have you ever considered working toward properly managing and training your quirk?”

“...I have, but most of the courses are dedicated toward heroism or their support. It was never something that I had intended on doing from the start because of the attachment to the whole professional heroism jobset. I did not want anyone to get the wrong idea on what my intentions were in the long run.”

“So, you would willfully endanger yourself and the lives of others to stop false ideas that your quirk– which would be admittedly great for things in the field– would be there to support people?”

“It isn’t my intention to endanger people, sir.” There’s an incredulous look that comes along her features as she tries to pull herself out of the pitfall of confusion she was beginning to drown in. It felt like an interrogation. It also felt like people believed that she was here to actually put people in actual physical danger. “I would never willingly want that.”

The man sits up, aiming to hand the folder out toward Chie. “I am here to formally place you on a suspension from your residency until you follow the steps outlined in this envelope. The summary of the contents is that you must train your quirk, prove your control in a professional assessment, and it must be completed within a time constraint of six months. If you cannot complete the tasks that we have set forth for you, then your suspension will become a termination of your residency. The board and I have decided this not only for your safety, but the safety of the public and the representation of this hospital. We cannot have a resident contracting every injury that her patients have, even if your body is capable in the meta-human sense to heal it all in a fraction of the time.”

The man comes to a stand as he watches her, smoothing the front of his suit as he keeps his face just as stoic as it has been. For her, though, she feels all of the color drain from her face. Her hands grip tightly, the sheet nearly stretching out beneath the tips of her anxious fingers. Each word of his swift judgment stabs like a red-hot knife in her chest, leaving it harder to breathe as she attempts to quell the nerves that threaten to consume her. The monitor begins to drone louder as she sinks her teeth into the inside of her cheek. “I…– I can’t just step back, I’m this close to finishing…—” Her words threaten to crack as she looks at the man.

“If you’re this close to finishing, then you’ll have to follow these steps outlined. No hospital wants someone that is more of a liability as a part of the staff, and I am sure that you already know that this is information that we have to forward to other hospitals, as well. As you are now, you are a danger and there is simply no denying this fact.”

“Six months isn’t enough time.”

“It will be enough time if you’re dedicated to it. We cannot sit around and wait for you forever, can we?”

The expectations were scorching to say the least. Her mind was muddled with all sorts of different questions. “This is the decision we have made. Any other hospital will follow the same guidelines and also have your quirk evaluated in the future. I cannot stress enough that if you cannot handle these requirements, you will have to consider another path away from direct patient care. Farewell, Miss Shuzenji. I hope that you will deliver on these terms and I will be able to see you in six months.”

The man gives another bow, leaving the envelope on the bed as he puts the chair back in place.

“One more thing– You do not have to worry about paying for your stay here. A gracious benefactor to the hospital has already covered it.” He delivers this as a parting almost like it is some kind of saving grace, but… who’s to deny that the situation is agonizing?

As the man makes his way out of the room, Chie is left to her panic as she begins racking her brain on just how she is going to meet the standard exacted upon her now. The tears that had stung at her eyes before were allowed to fall freely as she sniffled, beginning to go through the envelope’s contents, desperately trying to figure out where she’d direct her energy toward first.

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As the man steps outside of the threshold of the room, he pulls the door shut behind him as he gives off a short sigh. It always left him with a sense of unease to deliver news like this, but someone had to do it now, did they not?

“Did my father put you up to that?”

A startled jump is given as Dabi leans against the wall beside the room. His eyes drift over to the suited up man, and he rubs the pads of his fingers together. A bit of soot falls free to the ground below as the threatening gaze lingers.

Obanai manages to recompose himself swiftly as he reaches up, adjusting his tie. “...I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Todoroki.”

“The conversation you just had in there with the doc.”

“Resident, and were you eavesdropping?”

“I was. What are you going to do about it? Quit dodging my question and answer. I don’t have all day for this bullshit.”

It was no secret that for a ‘professional hero’ Dabi could inspire a lot of anxieties in people, that’s for sure. His patience was a short fuse and he was nowhere near a stalwart bastion of patience like his siblings could portray. There was an edge that he was constantly pushing and teetering, and why would he change anything about that?

“This was a decision that my board and I came to.”

“With the help of Endeavor, right?”

“Mr. Todoroki, please.”

“Tell the old man that I can handle my own issues next time.” The words hiss out. The tone suggests that it was a problem that he ran into more than enough, and when it happened? It was just a pissing contest for his father to prove that his sway was just that large. A pathetic way for the man to try to keep his investments under thumb, secure, clean. Just like transactions, he was always trying to keep things as streamlined as possible.

“This seems like a conversation between you and your father. It does not involve me. Now, if you do not mind, I have work to attend to.” The man begins to pace off before Dabi shifts, standing in his way as he flicks his finger, pointing toward the man’s shoulder.

“Better put that out first. Wouldn’t want the board to see a single hair out of place, huh?”

The man’s gaze drifts over to his right shoulder, looking at the sapphire flame that had sprouted upon his shoulder. There’s an audible curse that comes along with his hand attempting to pat against his shoulder, smoke beginning to replace where the fire had coalesced to life. “You brat, I’m going straight to–...”

The words fall on deaf ears as the hospital room’s door opens and then slams shut. The man is left staring at the door, teeth gritting in contempt for the so-called ‘professional’ hero that had threatened to eat him alive with those flames of his.

The can of worms has barely been cracked open, though. What ripple effect would follow the decision of the board with the help of the Todoroki patriarch…?
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