"What the heck are you doing here?" Uraraka cried, shaking you violently by the arms.

Your face was consumed in red as you laughed nervously. "Recovery Girl worked her miracle and I was able to come back."

"You're still in recovery. There's still bandages on your face. You shouldn't be pushing yourself." Iida lectured.

"Look guys, I'm okay." You assured. "A few scars never killed anyone. And Recovery Girl gave me the okay so I know I'll be fine."

"You limp when you walk." Tomoyaki said quietly.

"And your face bandage is huge." Kirishima added.

"I'm willing to bet your chest is still covered in bandages." Kaminari chimed.

You looked down, rubbing at your cheek as you evaded eye contact. "It's not like I'm a porcelain doll or anything, I'm just a little injured."

"HOW ARE NONE OF YOU SEEING THE REAL CHANGE?!" Mineta finally cried out.

He'd been staring at you intently the entire time you'd been in class but you assumed it only went as far as Mineta being the creep he is.

You, along with your classmates, were all confused by Mineta's outburst. "Um, Mineta? We can all see my bandage..." You said, brow furrowed in confusion.

"No! Not that! Think about it guys! What's one thing that's always the same about (Y/N)? She always wears it. It makes her look really cute because she ties it with a bow."

Your face flushed in color as you realized his meaning. He was talking about your ribbon. "Mineta..." you growled in a dangerous tone. "I'm just like normal."

"THE RIBBON!!!" He finally yelled. "SHE'S MISSING HER SIGNATURE RIBBON!!"

You growled and covered your face. "Mineta please don't make a deal of this."

"Oh yeah, I guess it is missing." Ashido chimed. You waved it off and scoffed.

"It's just a ribbon."

"But without your ribbon you're not as cute as you usually are!" Mineta whined.

Your brow twitched as you looked at the twerp. "What a scumbag..."

The door slid open again finally and your teacher walked in. Everyone had returned to their seats but they were just as surprised as you were. Launching up from your seat, you pointed an accusatory finger as your sensei and yelled out.

"What the hell are you doing here?! You're super hurt!" You nagged, Aizawa sensei meeting your gaze. Your classmates seemed off-put by your blunt hypocrisy.

"Last I remember, I wasn't the last one who took a hit. I could ask you the same thing." He shot back.

"I got cleared by recovery girl." You said snappily.

"As did I. The old lady went overboard."

"But you got your head smashed by Nomu, had to fend of villains by yourself, and overwork your quirk."

"And you went nuclear along with break an arm, twisting one ankle and then getting crushed at full strength by the same villain."

Your peers heads bobbed back and forth between you and Aizawa sensei. You opened your mouth to speak again, but you fell short. He had you in checkmate. You huffed and sat in your seat, covering your wince with a sarcastic, "touche."

He sighed as the classroom rippled with laughter. Once the class fell back into silence, Aizawa sensei proceeded. You listened carefully. "Alright class, now that you've settled down, I have some very important news to share. Something big is about to go down at UA and you all need to prepare."

He held an ominous tone, but the lack of eerie fear in his gaze led you to relax. You pondered the announcement as your classmates leaned forward. It was odd you didn't feel the same anxiety as they did, but since what happened, you'd taken note of your lack of fear. Maybe it was the situation that knocked sense into you. Maybe it was something in your head. Your head lolled back and you stared at the ceiling. Your hair tumbled back away from your face as you looked at the uniform panels above you.

You screamed as the entire class erupted at once. You clasped your hand over your mouth, face as red as blood, watching as every classmate's gaze switched to you. You laughed gently, pushing your hair behind your ear. "Heh, um... sorry..." you muttered.

The class continued with a few uttered giggles and a firm hand on your shoulder as Izuku reassured you. You were happy you didn't have your ribbon now, you could hide in your hair. After class let out, Izuku helped you collect your things and carried your bag as you started on your way home.

Several time you tried to snatch it away, but whatever miracle training he was doing must've been godly because you couldn't wrench it from his grip. Giving up, you sighed and walked between Izuku and Uraraka. As you slowly made your way from the room, you heard Aizawa sensei call your name and you stopped. "You guys go ahead of me. I'll be alright." You chirped happily, turning back towards the classroom.

"Uh, are you sure you'll be okay?" Izuku asked, seeming nervous about letting his only sister be alone when she's injured.

"I'll be fine. Unlike USJ, this part of the school is crawling with heroes. It would be idiotic to even attempt an attack here. Besides, it's not like I'm some shattered china doll." You hugged Uraraka and then Midoriya. "Tell mom to save me some dinner in case I drop by mom's." You said.

Izuku nodded, understanding the difference between your mom instantly, but Uraraka seemed confused. You left them alone and walked back into the classroom. Aizawa sensei had shed his sleeping bag he usually barricaded himself in and looked at you with the same dreary gaze as always.

As you made eye contact, you felt something twitch, a glint of foreign emotion in the blunt stare Aizawa held. You jumped on a desk to hide your limp and sat, facing him with a grin. You became hyper aware of the bandage bunching against you face as you looked at his own bandages. You'd been lucky.

"Thanks for stopping him." You blurted immediately. You hadn't seem it, but you felt like it wasn't Izuku alone that saved you from the freak's quirk.

"Are you sure you're okay to be at school?" Aizawa sensei asked, concern sounding too strange on his tongue.

You nodded. "I didn't get my arms snapped one at a time. Or my head crushed repeatedly." You smiled in a teasing way, recalling the earlier battle of accusations.

"How bad is your wound?" He asked, eyes darting towards your bandage.

You cupped your cheek gently then began to remove the bandage carefully. Your skin was slightly pink and damp around the location, a haggard scar making it look like your skin was chipped paint. It still looked raw. It still felt raw. "I'm guessing it's worse than yours was because I didn't have any layers to go through, but it could also be because I was adapted to water. It really confused me when all of a sudden there was this guy reaching for my face but my first thought was 'oh I'll be fine' but that clearly didn't-"

"(Y/N), don't ever do that again." Aizawa sensei said suddenly, cutting off your rambling.

"Huh?" You said quietly, furrowing your brow.

"You're still just a kid. Yes, you performed well with the villains for someone with little training but that wasn't a simulation. You should've let me handle it."

You grin fell. As you frowned you stood from the desk and stepped one foot closer to your sensei. "Aizawa sensei, if I had done what I was supposed to, you would have been overwhelmed before All Might even thought about our class. I got hurt, but I didn't die. That's what matters. You can't expect me to come to UA and not play hero." You shot back.

"You're not a hero yet." He countered.

"And I never will be if you teachers just push aside and say leave it to the adults."

He was quiet a moment before waving his hand dismissively. You smiled, bowing before you left the room and slid the door closed. Looking left and right, you found the hallway empty of students. It was weird without the chatter of classmates.

You turned and navigated through the halls. As you stood at your locker and changed your shoes, you felt your  hair tumble in front of your face. You swung your head to remove the hair, but it fell back promptly. "Hold on a second."

A familiar voice surprised you as suddenly you watched your hair disappear from your face. It was pulled into a ponytail and secured before he released your hair. You closed your locker and turned happily to look at two red eyes. "Bakugou!" You chirped, grinning as you stood.

Your hands danced around your hair and you tightened the knot. "You can do hair?" You asked, raising a brow.

"It's not that hard." He scoffed.

"It is if you've never done it before." You teased, poking him in his side teasingly. You turned slightly to makeup sure you had everything you needed, momentarily forgetting Izuku had taken your bag home. You could hear Bakugou's sharp gasp and you looked at him.

"Bakugou? What's wr-" You yelped.

Bakugou grabbed your chin and angled your head so he could see your scar in all of its glory. Your face became red, feeling suddenly self-conscious of the hideous mark on your cheek. You looked at the lockers in effort to avoid Bakugou's stare. Your chest twisted. It's only Bakugou, why does it bother you so much?

Why is it that suddenly you wanted to hide your first battle scar when moments ago you were proud to bear it? "I know, pretty ugly huh?" You offered with a quiet giggle.

Bakugou remained silent, twisted your chin ago so he could see you from the front. You looked downward with your hands crossed in front of you. "It looks really bad, but Recovery Girl says it might fade if I take really good care of-"

"Why the hell were you wearing that bandage?" He interrupted, confusing. You looked up at him, tilting your head.

"What do you-"

"There clearly isn't anything wrong. You look just as beautiful as always." He blurted.

Your eyes widened as his face grew red and he looked away to avoid your excited gaze. "Bakugou Katsuki! Did you just-"

"Just shut up." He mumbled.

"You did!" You squealed, laughing to the point you strained your injuries. It was a battle between wincing and cackling. "Kacchan used a pickup line! He practiced a pickup line on me!"

Bakugou growled as he balled up his fist. His face was like a tomato and you could feel your heart in your throat. You sighed a breath to steady yourself and you smiled. Hugging Bakugou tightly, you buried your face into his chest. "You're adorable when you're flustered." You chirped, looking up at him.

Briefly he met your gaze before quickly turning away. Taking mercy, you pulled away and waved. "Well, I've gotta start heading back. See ya around."

As you started to walk away, you stumbled over your limp and barely caught yourself. Straightening out, you still walked wobbily. Bakugou's large, warm hand wrapped around your arm and steadied you. "Let me walk you home." He offered, for once not sounding sarcastic.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

Bakugou nodded in mute, walking on the bit of sidewalk along the road and carefully supporting you. It didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. It just felt nice to rely on him, even if just a little. The two of you held a decent conversation as you approached your home. As you knocked the door, you could hear shuffling. Soon enough you could see Inko's familiar face and she smiled. "Welcome back (Y/N)! And I see you brought Kacchan with you. Is he joining us for dinner then?"

You stiffened slightly. "Wow mom, you don't hesitate do you..." You joked. "Kacchan doesn't-"

"My parents won't be home tonight, so why not?" Bakugou said bluntly, pleasing your mom and confusing you.

"Awesome! I'm so happy. It's been so long since I've been able to sit down with my three musketeers." She gushed.

You blushed and slammed a hand against your face. "Mom, no! The musketeers died when Kacchan hit puberty. We were literally little kids!"

She ushered you inside, chuckling as she closed the door behind you and pushed you into the living room. "Izuku! Please come set another plate for our guest!" Mom called, tapping lightly on his door just to be sure to get his attention.

When Izuku entered, he was visibly stunned to see Bakugou sitting next to me on the futon. "Kacchan?" He asked.

"He walked me home." You explained, "Mom offered to let him eat with us."

"O-Oh..."

"Hey De- er, Izuku." Kacchan waved to seek the deal.

You were impressed with his willingness to comply to your lies. "Come on you two, we're about to eat." Mom warned.

"Got it mom!" You responded.

Bakugou offered his hand, which you took happily to stand, then sat at the table with your family and friend. Izuku sat beside mom on one side with Bakugou next to you on the other. Mom wasted no time interrogating Bakugou about his life, but it seemed fuzzy to you.

You were too busy enjoying the warmth of the company by your side.