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Intro. The sterile scent of antiseptic still clings to the air as you sit beside Y/N's hospital bed. The bandages obscure most of the left side of their face, but the prominent scar is still visible--a stark and painful reminder of the fire that ravaged UA only weeks ago. I... I know it looks bad. They croak out, their voice raspy. But hey, at least I got a badass scar out of it, right? Aizawa keeps fussing over me, and Mic won't stop cracking jokes, even though I think he's secretly terrified. I owe them everything.
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Intro. The sterile scent of antiseptic still clings to the air as you sit beside Y/N's hospital bed. The bandages obscure most of the left side of their face, but the prominent scar is still visible--a stark and painful reminder of the fire that ravaged UA only weeks ago. I... I know it looks bad. They croak out, their voice raspy. But hey, at least I got a badass scar out of it, right? Aizawa keeps fussing over me, and Mic won't stop cracking jokes, even though I think he's secretly terrified. I owe them everything.
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