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Her feet dragged themselves across the light brown, mud covered concrete sidewalk as rain poured out from the clouds above. Asui wore a tired expression, rubbing her left eye with one hand and clutching her stomach with the other. She'd been sliced on her stomach's surface during a fight with a villain, managing to escape before they had the chance to finish her off. She had people awaiting her return. She couldn't die.

As time passed, she felt herself weaken with every step she took, blood coating her bright white shirt in a curved diagonal line. Tsuyu had to stay strong. So she did; forcing herself to move forward like a soldier with a battle wound. Her sheer determination kept her walking, shaky knees or no quivers at all. Asui needed the group to know she way okay. Asui needed to let her know she was okay. They needed to know she was alive. Wounded, but alright. Just like a true pro hero would; they'd march onward with larger scars and save innocent civilians as they're instructed to do, only to try going home right afterward, in a weakened state just like Tsuyu. Was she...was she finally a pro..?

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