I Loved You First (Dabi X OC X Hawks)

Chapter 40 - The night it all went wrong

Kimi's POV

I knew the student's had an early start but I was genuinely hopeful that I wouldn't be needed that early ... evidently I was wrong. Aizawa had practically dragged me out of bed with an annoyed "If I can't sleep in either can you." So here I am, witnessing the entirety of the first year hero course training to an excessive and frankly dangerous degree. One kid was standing on a raised platform shooting off bolts of electricity whilst Momo and another boy sat at a table consuming large quantities of food and looked almost sick doing it. I glanced around to see Shoto submerged in a pot of water trying to keep it at a consistent temperate and clearly struggling to do so. Just as I was about to approach him a blood curdling scream could be heard from the caves behind us and I had to stop myself from running to them when Aizawa reassured me it was just one of his students training. What the hell are they doing to these kids?!

"Umm Aizawa, are you sure the student's aren't being pushed a little hard here?" I asked the tired hero with apprehension.

"Quirks are the same as any other physical ability, they need to be over used to improve. It's like pulling a muscle. It hurts but it'll heal stronger than before. They can't afford to slack off, not given everything that's going on." He said never taking his eyes off his students.

"Duuuuu"

I jumped slightly at the noise seeing the student who had been shooting off bolts of electricity walking around with his thumbs up and a vacant expression on his face. The poor kid looked like pikachu but upon closer inspection of his hands it was clear he had suffered some electrical burns on the skin of his fingers.

"I may need to take a look at that one!" I say to Aizawa indicating the goofy pikachu boy who had now bumped into a tree.

"Damn it Kaminari it hasn't even been an hour." Aizawa muttered but nodded at me to take him to the medical station. My medical station was no more than a small room with a bed, desk and cupboard of supplies and was no more than 20 feet from the training grounds. However, trying to manoeuvre the hazy teenager to the room was more difficult than I had expected. He would veer off course towards walls or slam into passing door frames which would ultimately result in me having to heal a series of bumps and bruises in addition to his burns.

"Come on kiddo take a seat, there you go." I say sitting him down on the med bed and pulling up a chair to sit on whilst I examined his fingers closer. They weren't the worst I had ever seen, having grown up with Touya I was used to treating burns. But electrical burns were somewhat different. His finger tips were scorched black up to his knuckle, looking almost like frostbite.

"These are some pretty nasty bruises buddy but don't worry I'll fix you right up! You might feel some heat but that's completely normal." I smile cupping his hands and beginning to heal them, a soft purple glow moving from my fingertips to his. I genuinely felt sorry for the kids of 1A. Everyone dreamt of being a hero when they were little, even Touya though that went down hill rapidly. But to have all this happen, the USJ attack; the destruction of Hosu city; the growth of the Hero Killer and his followers, it was so much to bare for people so young. I worry for Shoto constantly but I need to keep in mind it's not just him. He has an entire class who are in the exact same position. Not to mention Tamaki, Mirio and Nejire. I have been actively trying to avoid them ever since I learnt about Tamaki's feelings for me, not that it was hard with how busy they all are, but I still worry for them. These student's are placed in the face of danger just by being in the hero course, it must be ten times worse for the third years who actively work alongside heroes in the field. It seems like everyone I love is in danger because of the dynamic of this world. Keigo, Shoto, the big three, even Touya. This hero verses villain, good verses evil dichotomy always ends the same way. Someone always gets hurt ... or worse.