overkilled -14

                                    

                                          
You slowly regained consciousness, feeling a throbbing pain in your head. Blinking your eyes open, you found yourself in the infirmary. The stark white walls and the sterile smell made it clear where you were.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Recovery Girl said as she noticed you stirring. "You took quite a hit."
"Ugh... what happened?" you groaned, trying to sit up.
"A piece of debris hit you during the match between Todoroki and Midoriya. You were knocked out cold," she explained. "You'll be fine."
"But what about my match?!" you asked, hurriedly getting up.
"It got delayed as the stage was destroyed," Recovery Girl explained. "Though I was planning on making you skip it, seeing as your health isn't the best."
"H-huh, what do you mean?" you asked, confused.
"Your energy levels are low. It seems your quirk uses a lot of energy," she explained. "I need to do a bit of tests on you to see what it is."
You panicked as she said that. You couldn't let her test you; what if she found out you were quirkless? Shit. "T-there's no need for that! I'm okay! Really!" you protested, trying to sound convincing. "I just needed some rest."
Recovery Girl raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Are you sure? It's important to understand how your quirk affects your health."
"I'm positive," you insisted, giving her your best reassuring smile. "I feel much better now."
She sighed, reluctantly nodding. "Alright, but if you feel faint or exhausted again, you come straight back here, young lady, understood?"
"Understood," you agreed quickly.
"Oh, and please tell M/N and F/N to not baby you so much. They've busted in here at least three times," Recovery Girl added with a sigh.
"Ah, I'm sorry. They are a bit too overprotective," you apologized and then left the infirmary. As soon as you stepped outside, you saw your parents waiting for you.
"Y/N! You're awake!" your dad exclaimed, trying to hug you, but you dodged it.
"I'm fine," you said. "I need to go. My match is in 10 minutes."
"Are you sure you're okay? You don't have to push yourself," your mom said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You know we love you and will always do so, even if you're not successful." She gave you a gentle smile, and you couldn't help but smile back.
"Yes, I know, Mom. But I will be successful and become a hero," you affirmed with determination.
Your dad nodded, pride shining in his eyes. "We believe in you, Y/N. Go show them what you're made of."
You took a deep breath and nodded. "I will." With that, you turned and made your way to the breakroom, feeling the weight of your parents' support behind you.
In the break room, you saw Bakugo doing some intense exercises. Ikkyu was floating nearby, watching him with an intense focus.
You approached Ikkyu, who still hadn't noticed you. "Ikkyu, why are you staring at Bakugo?" you asked, trying to get his attention.
Ikkyu blinked, finally turning to face you. "Oh, Y/N! I'm just trying to gauge Bakugo's fighting style. He's all about raw power and aggression, so I'm trying to figure out how to counter that."
"Shouldn't you go over and watch Iida? He's our next opponent," you suggested.
Ikkyu waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, winning against Iida is simple. All you need to do is fly. His speed and power come from his legs, so as long as you stay airborne, he can't really reach you."