"She's been here three weeks."
"Yes, and she's only been awake for less than 24hr's."
Recovery girl folded her arms, glaring up at Aizawa. "We know almost nothing about her. We can't just--"
He held up a hand, cutting her off. "We can. So, she doesn't have a quirk. So what? There's a reason why she was being kept like that. We need to find out why."
"Not only does she not have a quirk, but she also doesn't seem to know what they even are!" Recovery girl frowned, touching her fingers together, counting as she continued.
"She doesn't know where she is. She doesn't seem to understand anything modern. She said she has no family. We can't match her DNA in any system. And she doesn't have a quirk!" Recovery girl looked to All-might exasperated, "a little help please?"
All-might rubbed his chin, "I agree with Aizawa."
Recovery girl threw up her hands, "what is wrong with you all?!"
"Chiyo." All-Might cleared his throat, "we aren't going to hurt the girl. But, keeping her in here is not helping her. She's young, she can't be stuck in a hospital room all day." He lowered his head, "I'm sure she's been stuck in enough rooms already."
He looked back to Recovery girl; "You said she is perfectly healthy, yes?"
Recovery girl pressed her lips together in a fine line, "technically, yes. She's in perfect condition physically." She looked up again to Aizawa, "though she did try to have a conversation with the monitor earlier. She thought because it beeped it was alive. She also was extremely confused about why we had a bath indoors."
Aizawa coughed hard, his fist half-heartedly covering the smile on his face. "She will be fine. She was released into mine and All-mights care. This is our decision."
Recovery girl rolled her eyes, "fine. But, don't say I didn't warn you."
Aizawa ignored her and walked over to the curtain, grabbing the edge of it before stopping. "Kokyū, may I come in?"
It was silent for a moment before a small voice spoke, "you may."
The curtain was pulled back to reveal the girl, her head turned away from them and towards the window. Aizawa walked closer to the bed, All-might coming to stand at the end of it. He cleared his throat, causing the girl to flinch. He frowned: Poor thing. She's so skittish. I hope this is the right choice, Aizawa.
"Young lady, are you sure there is no one we can call for you? A mother? Father? Anyone at all?"
The girl looked at her hands, rubbing her thumbs together. "No. Not anymore."
"In that case-" Aizawa took a step forward, "how would you like to get out of this room?"
The girl looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "I would like that very much. I would like to learn more about my new surroundings."
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All heads turned to the front of the room where Aizawa stood, "Quiet down. We have something very important to discuss."
The 1-A students slowly moved back to their assigned seats as he continued;
"Today, you'll be getting a new classmate."
"But, sir--" Ida spoke up, "The school year has already begun. This is highly irregular even for an average school. And as class rep, I am concerned about this student's ability to get up to speed with us. The said student will be very behind on the current curriculum, not to mention--"
Aizawa cut him off, "That is the least of my concerns right now." He sighed deeply, "we've decided that this student needs to be around others her age. So, I am placing her here with all of you."
"It's a girl!" Mineta shouted his eyes growing wide as he began to stand up in his seat. "Thank god. A new opportunity! I really hope she's hot."
"Enough!" Aizawa snapped, causing Mineta to drop back into his seat quickly. Aizawa glared over his students; "this girl has been through a lot. She has been released into my and All-Might's care as she has no family. And nowhere to go. We know little about her. We're hoping that if she is around others her age, it will make her more willing to open up. I expect you all to be on your best behavior, or else."
He walked towards the door, pausing and pulling his hand back from the door knob. He turned to face the class again, "Another thing, she is not familiar with anything modern. So, try not to push her."
"How can you not be familiar with anything modern?" Kaminari asked, "does that mean like, she doesn't know what a cellphone is?"
"Maybe it means we need to be worried about her running into poles?" Mina touched a finger to her chin, "Or something with mirrors?"
"Just...go easy on her." Aizawa cleared his throat, "And-" He blinked slowly, pushing his hair out of his face. "We have concluded that she has no quirk."
Momo gasped, her hands covering her mouth quickly. The other students sharing looks around the room of both concern and confusion.
"How is she supposed to be part of the hero track if she has no quirk?" Kirishima said.
"Pathetic," Bakugo mumbled, glaring back at the back of Midoriya whose eyes stared hard at his desk. "She'll get along great with the other losers in this class."
"Bakugo." Aizawa warned, "watch it. That's no way to talk to a fellow classmate. Especially," He reached for the doorknob, "since you and Midoriya saved her."
Bakugo straightened abruptly and Midoriya's eyes shot up as the door was pulled open, Aizawa motioning with his head. "C'mon."
A girl slowly stepped into the room, her eyes fixated on the ground as she followed Aizawa toward the front of the class. She stood beside him, her long blue hair swaying as she fiddled back and forth, it reaching well past her knees. Aizawa looked her up and down before turning his attention back to the students. "Class, this is Kokyū, your new classmate."
No one spoke, the only noise coming from Mineta who seemed to be choking on his own soul.
Midoriya stared at her. Is that really her? He thought. He couldn't quite tell.
She looks so...awake. And she doesn't have a scratch on her. Besides those...markings? Tattoos? She's got to be my age there's no way she's old enough for tattoos. Scars maybe? No, scars wouldn't be colored like that.
Behind him, he could hear Bakugo's nails scratching hard into his desk. Midoriya knew he was holding back some serious rage. He'd been practically silent about the entire event with everyone besides the basics to the teachers and authorities. Midoriya knew he was struggling. The whole thing must've really shaken him to the core. Midoriya shuddered at the memory.
Kokyū's head slowly lifted upwards, and her eyes scanned the room, stopping on Midoriya. The two locked eyes and her eyebrows shot up and she took off toward him, reaching to embrace him before freezing mid-motion. Her arms hung halfway around his shoulders for a moment before she slowly lowered them and took a step back, placing her hands together in front of her and bowing. "Thank you, for rescuing me. I can never repay you."
Midoriya waved his hands frantically, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Oh, it was no problem at all. Really, it's what we're supposed to do. You don't have to thank me anyone would have done it--"
He continued muttering as Kokyū turned in Bakugo's direction, meeting his hard gaze. She placed her hands in front of her again and bowed; "I owe you my thanks as well. For breaking down that wall, and for rescuing me."
Bakugou scoffed and released his grip on the desk, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink. "Whatever."
Kokyū pursed her lips but turned away, walking back toward the front of the class. She paused in front of Mr. Aizawa, repeating the same hand gesture and bowing; "I'm sorry for my impromptu and inappropriate actions. I meant no disrespect, Sifu Aizawa."
Several of the students snickered and covered their mouths as Aizawa glared at them.
Aizawa waved a hand at her, "You don't need to be so formal. Mr. Aizawa is fine. Look--" He pointed back towards the new desk that had been placed between MoMo and Todoroki. "That's your desk, go take a seat and we'll begin class."
Hey guys, so I'll be publishing panels whenever I get the chance to make them. I'm working on commissions and my own graphic novel rn so it's a little crazy :)
