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Rumi Tanaka
Age 16
Quirkless
High risk patient
Suicidal tendencies
The school wants to try,
Wants to give her a chance.
They are a school for Heroes!
Protecting and saving those in need.
They didn’t understand the hospital’s reluctance.
The best medical station,
The best doctor and nurse,
A perfect situation.
Sighs and grumbles,
Tired faces and scornful looks.
The Hospital gave in.
She’s escorted in a wheelchair,
Cuffed like a rabid villain.
Rumi. Was. Hell.
HELL.
Experienced heroes cringe at her glare;
Words so sharp
Metaphorical blood split everyday.
No psychological degree,
Nor the interest, yet
Minds were fucked;
No matter the age
No matter the experience.
3 months, 1 week, 4 days:
16 suicide attempts,
3 students needing therapists, and
2 teachers self-banned from her bed.
All Might,
Number 1 Hero,
The Symbol of Peace,
Could only bring her grief and frustration.
Different powers,
Quiet or loud
Flashy or stealthy,
Only bring out her anger,
Clever stabs and quicker attempts.
She did not take sweet words,
Not take heroic compliments,
Not take encouragements nor pleas.
“She doesn’t want saving....”
Izuku Midoriya,
Kind, Strong, and Determined,
The cinnamon bun of the school,
Wants to work with her.
All Might said no.
He knows the boy’s pain from bullying,
Knows it dropped his self-esteem.
Their first meeting, he was so fragile....
No.
A week later,
Izuku walks to her bed,
Beaten and bruised notebooks in hand,
'Hero Analysis' haphazardly written.
“This is the first notebook I’ve ever made.
I heard you’re quite clever,
Wanna hear this?”