You were the leagues medic. You usually stayed back at the base and watched as the members came in and out, finishing up missions and going to you for your quirk. It was nice having a healer around especially as the missions got more and more dangerous with every passing day.

It was a stormy day and Shigiraki had insisted on the entire league coming out to go on the mission with him. No one really knew what he was planning though this was one of your first missions even if you figured that you’d just be off to the side the whole time.

You didn’t quite remember how it happened but the league had been separated due to some UA student using Kurogiri’s quirk during battle. You happened to be with Dabi. You two never particularly were friendly with eachother other than the occasional small talk between each other.

To your surprise, Dabi had over heated and was left practically immobilized on the ground. You stood over him watching as the hero’s got closer and closer when you saw a gun. Out of desperation, you picked it up and pointed it at the hero standing above you. A thousand thoughts filled your mind all at once. You couldn’t kill someone, you’d spent your whole life making sure people didn’t die and now you were going to take someone’s?

And as if it was magic, your finger pulled the trigger and the hero fell back against the cold hard concrete. Dabi stood in shock. The medic had just killed someone. The same medic who’d pick up bugs and bring them outside so Shigiraki wouldn’t evaporate it.