"I'm sorry y/n." My doctor said as he sat in front of me in his office. "But it's not shrinking anymore, and in fact it's grown to a very large size." He told me and I nodded.

I had expected this. To hear that my tumor was no longer reacting to my treatment. I've been able to feel it for a while now.

"How long do I have?" I asked him.

"I'm not going to sit here and lie to you y/n, you don't deserve that." He told me. "I would be surprised to see you next week." He told me and that was what surprised me.

I had expected that my death was coming soon, but this was sooner than I thought.

"Would you like me to break it to your parents?" He asked me, and I stood up with him.

"No." I said. "I don't want them to know."

"Are you sure?" He asked me. "This is a very big thing."

"I'm sure." I said. "I don't want to be treated special. I want my last days to be normal."

"I understand." He told me. He took a deep breath before he came around the table and hugged me. "It's been a pleasure working with you after all this time. You are a very bright and smart child. And you would've made a great hero."

I wanted to cry. But there was something in me, that told me 'no'.

I was first diagnosed with cancer a year ago. And my treatments had been keeping it at bay and shrinking it even. But now it was so used to the different treatments, it wasn't going away now.

I had tried two surgeries to which they were both failures. I was destined to die, and I was lucky to be given the chance to live life for another year. A year where I didn't take a single thing for granted. I really got to be myself.

I said goodbye to my doctor and walked out to the waiting room, where my parents sat.

"Hey how'd it go?" My mom asked me as we headed for the car.

"Good." I said. I lied. "The doctor said the new treatment looks to be working."

"Honey that's great!" My dad said.

"Yeah." I said. "We still shouldn't get our hopes up though. There's always the chance it'll fall through."

"Oh honey, don't think like that." My mom said.

"My doctor also said that my treatment is only once a week from now on." I told them. I didn't want to have to come back here to sit and wallow in my own self pity for an hour every day.

"Well let's go home." My dad said and opened the car door for me.

"Actually, can I go back to UA?" I asked.

"What you don't want to celebrate that your treatments working with us?" My mom asked as I sat in the car.

"No it's not that." I said. That was it. "I just kind of want a break from the poking and prodding for a while."

Since I got diagnosed last year, my entire family flew in from time to time. All to sit and have 'quality time' with me. Even though half of them never really spoke to me when visiting.

They just wanted to look like they care. They all did. They only care because I have 'death' written across my forehead.

But at UA, nobody knew. Nobody treated me special. Nobody treated me like a dying child. They just treated me like I was normal.

And that's all I ever wanted.

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I stepped out of the car and waved to my parents as they drove away from the school. And I felt a sense of relief.

I walked towards the class 1-A dorms and couldn't help but laugh when I stepped in to see a bunch of the boys playing video games together while some of the girls were in the kitchen cooking.

"Hey y/n! Where have you been?" Uraraka asked me, after taking a glance in my direction as she was pulling something out of the oven.

"Hey guys." I said and walked over to lean against the back of the couch. "I had to go spend quality with my family."

"Gross." Bakugo said not taking his eyes off the tv.

I could only laugh. In the last year I had made it my mission to get closer to everyone in the class.

Not to mean something at the last second. But to try and be a better person for the people around me.

If I couldn't save people in my future, then maybe I could save the people in my life in the present.

And it had worked for the most part, no matter how hard or annoying it was. I was friends with everyone. Even a few kids outside class 1-A.

Monoma and Shinso were both a challenge in their own ways. But none the less, I had become great friend with them as well.

"Hey you want to go a few rounds?" Sero asked as he tried handing me the controller.

"No thanks I'm good." I told him. "I have to speak to Mr. Aizawa about something. Is he in his office?"

"Yeah." The boys said back, and I walked over to his office. As I passed by the kitchen I snuck a cookie off a tray and ran as the girls yelled at me, that they weren't ready yet.

"Come in!" I heard following the sound of my knock. I opened the door and saw Mr. Aizawa at his desk with papers in his hands. "Y/n? How'd your appointment go? Is your new treatment working?"

Mr. Aizawa was the only person outside my family to know that I was sick.

"Not good." I said, and Mr. Aizawa looked up at me as I sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I tried thinking of what to say next. How to explain it. But my mind wouldn't let me think of a nice way to say it, a gentle way. "I probably won't live to see the end of the week."

Mr. Aizawa's face dropped and we both sat still. I nodded to him, and I took a breath in. I wanted to cry.

But I had cried a lot in the past year. I don't think I had any more tears left to share.

"Well." Mr. Aizawa said, and I could tell he was trying to think if what to say.

"Mr. Aizawa you don't have to say anything." I told him. "But I do want to ask for a favor."

"Anything." Mr. Aizawa told me.

"I want to have a movie night." I told him. "One more night, all of us together. Quality time with everyone."

"You got it." He told me and set his papers down. "Should we do it tomorrow-?"

"Tonight." I cut him off. "I want to do it tonight. Or rather in the next hour."

I looked up at him and I watched as he took in a shaky breath. He knew.

"Alright." He said.