The next day, Peter drove me to the hospital where Dr. Oba did confirm that I had a broken wrist once the X-ray was done. He didn't put the cast on right away, causing me to wear a brace a few days before, but at least it wasn't as painful as it was when it happened.

My mom used that as an excuse to keep me home from school; though, I don't think any of my teachers really expected me to go in at all. When I was home, I did my best to research schools that wouldn't mind a late transfer. It was harder than it looked, and in the end, I could only find one school in Musutafu that would be willing to take in a late student while others would require another entrance exam of some kind. I didn't want to go through that again.

I never brought this up to Sakura, who always brought Ollie back home from school. He seemed fine with everything that had happened, but I had to thank Mr. Elastic for that. My teacher went out and beyond with his hero work as he stayed in constant contact with my brother, sending him letters. Ollie seemed to have pushed everything that had happened in the past as he was fine and got to meet his favorite hero.

No. Ollie didn't just meet his favorite hero. Ollie met his idol and—in his mind—made a new best friend.

While Ollie was fine with everything that had happened, I wasn't. These past few nights, I couldn't sleep as the moment I would, I'd see their faces. Sometimes, I was lucky enough that Peter was home and could calm me down long enough to sleep for a few hours. Other nights, I found myself looking up the news, making sure that Goro and Nightshade were truly locked up. They were. By the looks of things, they'd be locked up for life.

That should've been comforting, but it wasn't. Some nights, I'd have a nightmare of what had happened. Other nights, I'd wake up in cold sweat as Kannon came back alive, helping Nightshade and Goro escape. The three of them would plot their revenge in that nightmare. Every time, they'd succeed.

On the nights Peter wasn't home and reading the articles wouldn't work, I'd borrow my brother's phone—as mine was still lost after I had gone to the festival—to text Sakura. It was a good thing she was a night owl as she'd text until she fell asleep doing so. I might have texted some of my other friends, but Ollie only had her number.

Then again, I wasn't sure what I would even say to my other friends, nor did I really want to think about that.

I pushed that problem off for a while until the fateful day came: my last day at U.A. Never had I ever imagined there would be a day that was worse than my first day there, but as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I could only imagine all the horrible stuff that'd happen. Sakura told me all our classmates knew that this would be my last day and knew to some extent what happened. They all seemed to understand, she told me. While she told me that, it didn't seem to calm down my nerves in the slightest.

What stared back at me in the mirror was unrecognizable. Sakura might have lent me some make-up to cover some of the scars, but it didn't hide the stitches running down my left arm or the band aid that was stuck on my nose. My right arm was still in its cast, with a few signatures from my family and Sakura.

Everything about me screamed that I didn't belong in that school. Dr. Oba, who helped me with my cast, did all that he could to ease the pain. He just couldn't completely heal every single injury I had, just the minor ones. There weren't many people who could magically heal broken bones and take away stitches, though he did offer to buy a plane ticket to see a doctor in Okinawa, Japan, who could do that. I just didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Besides, I was just grateful for all that he did.

While I was grateful and all, I couldn't help but to feel more out of place as I looked at my reflection because of all of the marks that were left behind. None of this would have happened if I had been more cautious, but that was just me lying to myself. The only reason we got so lucky out of there was because I had gone to U.A. Had Kannon found me if I had gone to some other school, everyone would have probably forgotten their Quirk by now.

It was odd, looking at those scars. I didn't belong at U.A., and I definitely didn't look like I belonged there either. At the same time, the thought of transferring to another school sent butterflies in my stomach. Was I really ready to go somewhere else?

"Tami-tan, c'mon! We're going to be late."

I turned my head to the bathroom door, finding Sakura standing in the doorframe. For once, she kept her hair down, but wore a red headband, almost showing off her bangs a bit more than usual. She was already in her full uniform, unlike me who had everything on except the jacket. I wasn't ready to pull that on since having a cast on my right hand made it a bit challenging.

My hand went to grab the jacket that hung on the doorknob, but when I was about to pass Sakura, she took it from me. I stood still in the bathroom as she looked at me for a moment. The wheels in her brain must have been turning as her eyes started to scan me up and down.

"You know, I bet Raiden would let you borrow his blazer if you asked him," Sakura suggested. "I mean, it'd help cover the scars, and it would be easier to fit your cast through."

I took the jacket out of her hand as I glared at her. Sakura knew I was still dating Kaito, but after telling her everything that has happened between us, my friend was already dropping subtle hints of other boys I should think about dating. While I wasn't going to agree or disagree with what she thought about our friend, Kaito, I knew that if I'd break up with him, I wasn't going to just try and date someone else right away. Especially Raiden.

Walking past her, I tried shoving thoughts of him out of my head. In all honesty, I just didn't think I was ready to be in a relationship. Things went too fast with Kaito, and the moment I started dating him, my life just went downhill. It was unfair to put that blame on him, but it would be even more unfair to him to try and date his best friend.

Besides, I thought to myself, I wasn't going to be going to that school anymore. They would eventually forget about me. Give it a few days and I will never see Kaito and Raiden ever again.

The thought of never seeing them, or any of my classmates for that matter, didn't settle well with me. My mind seemed to be stuck on that single thought as Sakura and Ollie made our way to school together for the last time.

~*~*~*~

By the time I had gotten to the school, I felt everyone staring at me. Sakura and I didn't even make it into the 1-A classroom, yet people just stared, even those I didn't know. I pulled my left hand over my right to try and cover the cast, but it didn't work. They still looked at me, whispering things like "What happened to her" or "Isn't she supposed to be in 1-A? How'd she get beat up like that?"

Luckily, Sakura would make most of the conversations stop with a quick glare, but I just hung my head. The only good thing about this was that I had Sakura with me. If I had gone through this alone, things would have been very different. I probably would have hidden in the bathroom until everyone was in their first period class to avoid these comments.

"Tami Smith," a low voice came from behind, causing me to jump before turning around.

Had I not read the school handbook before coming here, I would have never known the man towering behind Sakura and me. His name was Ryoto Tachi, or, as us students had to call him, Principal Tachi. He was a retired hero who—when he found out that there was going to be a school thrown together to create the next top-notch heroes—quickly turned his application to become the principal.

Principal Tachi looked vastly different than he did back in his hero days. He still had his dark dreadlocks hanging around his mocha colored skin; however, while he looked intimidating and threatening as a hero, there was a calm demeanor around him. It was odd, being that he towered over us, but I didn't feel as scared as I should have.

"Th-that's me," I said. "Is...is everything okay?"

The principal smiled. "You're not in trouble, no worries. I was just wondering if I could talk to you in private before you head back to your classroom."

I looked over at Sakura who slowly stepped out of the way as she realized it was probably best for her to leave. She gave me a quick thumbs up before she disappeared, but it wasn't enough to calm my nerves.

I just thought I'd be able to see my classmates before I had to talk to Mr. Elastic or the principal about my decision of leaving the school. Apparently, that wasn't the case.

Author's Note:

First off, I apologize if this chapter seemed to be moving too slow or was too short. I tried making things as interesting as possible before I get to the final chapter, but there was only so much I could do. I'd combine it with the next chapter, but then it'd get too long, and the transition from the end of this chapter to the beginning of that would've been really weird. Oof. Writing problems 101.

But yeah, looks like we are going to see Tami's final decision, which I think we all have a pretty good guess on what'll happen next. Not much I can really ask for this chapter, but seeing how Tami's been having trouble sleeping at nights while Sakura is a natural night owl, I guess for this week, I want to know: do you consider yourself more of a night owl or a morning bird?

Okay, next chapter is it, since it's finalized, I will update it tomorrow instead of waiting until next week as planned. This is also because of how short this chapter is, and whatnot. The final Author's Note and fun tidbits will be uploaded next week though.

Character Spotlight: Sakura Sakai
Quirk: Common Vine
Likes: Shopping

Song: Tohru's Memories from Fruits Basket (which, if you haven't seen the anime, or read the manga, 10/10 recommend as it's so pure and just amazing!).