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Just to see you smile
I'd do anything that you wanted me to
When all is said and done
I'd never count the cost
It's worth all that's lost
Just to see you smile
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Things had seemed to get back to normal, or as close as they could be, after Bakugou was rescued from the League of Villains and All For One was captured. Seemed; being the key word.
Sure, the school had dorms now. And everyone was perfecting their special moves. Then the licensing exam on its way.
But as far as interactions between the classmates, now friends, went. . . It was normal. For most.
For Y/N, her quirk gave her an all access pass to see the inner workings of her opponent. More importantly, it gave a deeper look at how her friends were doing after everything.
Dubbed ‘Scanner’, Y/N’s quirk gave an analytical look at others’ stats like a video game, but more like a visual representation of their auras in different areas and colors. It covered the other person’s health, power, quirk type, level, emotional or mental state among other aspects. Each had a respective color and the depth of that color was the gauge of percentage.
For example, if she activated her quirk here in the common area of the dorms she would see a bright, sunflower-yellow around Kaminari that seemed to kind of flare and wane at random intervals but Y/N would also see a calming rose-pink that appeared kind of fuzzy, like looking at the air distortion above a campfire, trailing from behind his ears and down his neck to his chest.
(Currently, Denki was holding a couple friends’ devices to charge while he listened to Jiro talk about something or other with puppy eyes.)
Despite the fact that Y/N tried not to pry into her classmate’s lives and privacy she was still a teenage student. AKA, she was still learning control on parts of her quirk, and a factor of said control was when other people’s ‘stats’ fluctuated too much. This would activate Y/N’s quirk.
Aizawa theorized it was a defense mechanism from the secondary aspect of her quirk; being that she could take stat levels from one person (herself included) and temporarily give or put them on another person. Like a booster or an ankle weight, depending on what it was. The sleepy teacher thought her quirk would activate with great fluctuation because the other part of her quirk was prepared to swap out a threat’s strength or to “Mother Hen” someone to fix a sad or upset emotional or mental level.
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Now came the not-so-normal part of being back after the League’s attack at training camp.
Y/N had wanted to go help Bakugou.
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She had been found out cold in the forest when her quirk kept self-activating and trying to ‘help’ during the attack. The stress, fluctuating power levels, emotions and people kept her quirk popping on and off until she passed out.
Aizawa himself had found her, and had thought the worst when he found another young student pale, cold and unconscious on the forest floor. When the police and paramedics came he was told Y/N had blacked out due to a seizure.
In the hospital they were alerted to Y/N finally waking by an intense and pained screaming coming from her room. When staff rushed in they found Y/N crouched in the corner of the room with the IVs and other monitors ripped out and her hands over her eyes. Finally able to calm the girl down they got Y/N to safely let go of her tight grip on her own face, but saw her pupils growing and shrinking at opposite but erratic times. The doctor quickly decided to wrap over her eyes for some reprieve.
When the class came to see her after seeing Midoryia, they were shocked. The usually bright-faced Y/N was sitting in the corner she had refused to move from with stark white gauze wrapped tightly over her eyes and around her head. Kirishima had planned to ask Y/N to come along, knowing she and Midoryia were close friends and her brash nature would come in handy with their rescue mission.
But after seeing the broken girl, he made the most mature decision the young faux-red head would make that night and wished her well without mentioning it. He knew if he said anything Y/N would want to come regardless of whatever was going on with her. She was always that way; caring about all of them, others, too much.
“Aizawa-Sensei says they are making me some glasses or goggles. . . To help my quirk-sight. I can’t always control it, and apparently it’s affecting my health. So. . . It’ll be mandatory.”
No. He couldn’t tell you. Like Midoryia, you would only hurt yourself and he could only handle one of those on his conscience right now.
So they left, and later Y/N found out from Tsu. She had called in tears while All Might’s showdown was happening. Another thing Y/N wasn’t able to see. . .
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Back to the present, Y/N wasn’t required to wear the support goggles in the dorms or during personal rec time, but they were mandatory for training and other class/school activities. It just so happened that when everyone was ‘home’ in the dorms is when their moods and such would fluctuate most, but Y/N wasn’t going to tell Aizawa that and risk having the googles permanently attached to her face. Plus, she reasoned, ‘I need to learn to control this better.’
During down time is when Y/N began to notice her quirk flickering on and off around Bakugou more and more.
Now, Y/N had always had a. . . softer spot for the spiky-haired-boom-boom-boy. As in, she had a big fat crush but had tried to squash it down as much as possible, and even more now after what he went through. Apparently her quirk was having none of that.
They were all messing around out on the lawn one afternoon before the licensing exam when Midoryia did something klutzy and hurt himself. Everyone chuckled, Izuku included, and Y/N’s gaze flickered over to Bakugou while her quirk switched on of its own accord and she was disappointed in what she saw; both in her eyes and with her quirk-sight.
No smile. Nothing. His yellow power-level was bright and blazing as usual. His deep reddish-orange flares from his hands to signify a fire or explosive emitter type were the same. The deep green of his physical health level seemed to pulse from his core as normal. But his emotional and mental colors were dipping and spiking and intertwining like a sad dance. Blue, deep and roiling like the ocean in a storm, and a nasty grey-brown splashing along. Sadness, shame, frustration. Then deep black gashes with a dark red outline like deep open wounds across the other colors. Mental state, not good.
All Y/N could think was, ‘I just want to see a smile. Not at me. Not for me. Just to be okay. Smile like when that kid punched Deku in his junk. . . Anything. Anything at all.’ With that it was decided. Y/N was going to help him. Y/N would make him smile again. For him it didn’t matter the implications with her unstable power. Anything for him.