The misty warp villain disappeared into his own warp quirk, leaving the USJ. "Young Bakugou, Todoroki, Killua, and Midoriya," All Might started, "Please get to the entrance and regroup with everyone else,". Todoroki nodded and walked over to regroup. Bakugou tailed Todoroki from behind, though reluctantly, a whole lot of swears leaving his mouth. He didn't throw a fuss, however. He was too mad and ashamed of himself for letting the warp villain get away. Killua was standing still as the two walked away, Midoriya as well. The green haired teen looked unsure and conscious, glancing at All Might rather frequently. "Hey Midoriya, something wrong?" asked the pale haired boy, raising a brow. "Young Killua, I think it would be better for you to follow young Todoroki and young Bakugou," All Might said, shooting Killua his signature smile. Killua was skeptical. One, Midoriya's glances. But then again that may be his fanboy side showing. Maybe he wants an autograph or something.  Two, All Might didn't tell Midoriya to leave. Major red flag. Three, though All Might was concealing it well, Killua would know uncertainty and dread when he sees- no, feels- wait, no. Senses it. With his suspicions, Killua nodded and walked off in the direction his two classmates were heading. However, after like, two steps, The not-so-loud sound of a balloon deflating made Killua jolt and get back into a fighting stance. 

Killua looked backwards and saw a huge smoke screen where All Might was standing. Killua read the air and felt so much uncertainty and panic coming from the two individuals he was interacting with just two seconds ago. That's when Midoriya came out of the smoke screen, almost frantic. "Come on Killua let's go," Midoriya persuaded, hoping that Killua would turn a blind eye. The pale haired boy deadpanned. He walked over to where All Might was, and it was quite visible in his face that he was struggling as if he was keeping something heavy from moving, his body shaking ever so slightly, most people wouldn't be able to see. It honestly surprised Killua how noone else was seeing this. "What's wrong," Killua asked, suspicions turning into certainty that something was indeed going on. Midoriya came after Killua, obvious panic flashing in his eyes. "Are you two keeping something a secret? Also, what're you stuggling for, oh number one hero? Just let it go or something," Killua said nonchalantly. There was no time for All Might to respond before his body deflated, revealing a skinny man coughing up blood. "Oh? Where'd All Might go?" Midoriya asked, trying desperately to hide the fact that all Might, the number one hero, probably the most buff human in this world, was currently in the form of a skinny, lanky old man coughing up blood.

"So this is what you two've been being so secretive about?" Killua raised a brow, totally ignoring Midoriya's futile attempts to cover everything up. "Young Killua," All Might said, looking down. Panic was obvious in the two that it actually was starting to irritate the pale haired boy. "Would you two stop freaking out? What's even wrong here?" Killua asked, though he knew what's wrong. All Might is a skinny lanky dude. Okay. So what? It wasn't much of a problem, except for the press. Midoriya and All Might turned to stare at Killua, both looking at him confused. Killua turned his head to see everyone had left the USJ, probably before the whole smoke screen thing. 

"You're not... well, surprised?" All Might asked cautiously, as if Killua was some explosive bomb that could explode any second now. "Well, the great All Might is apparently some lanky guy with blood coughing fits. Okay. So what?" Killua voiced his previous thoughts. All Might's eyes were still full of panic, even though they were basically black and blue, which was pretty sick, in Killua's humble opinion. "Young Killua, please, could this all be kept... under the covers? It will be a real disaster if anyone else found out and-" Before the pro hero could keep going, Killua cut him off, "Yeah, yeah. Sure. Wouldn't gain anything from spilling anyway. So, since Midoriya knows, I assume you two have the same quirk or something?" Killua asked, and the two visibly stiffened. That was enough of an answer for the pale haired boy. "H-How did you..." Midoriya trailed off, earning a shrug from the pale haired boy. "I'm surprised no one else mentioned it.  Your quirks are almost identical. The 'smash' totally made it obvious. And, Midoriya knew about all this. It's quite logical, unless Midoriya is related to you somehow," Killua said, eyeing All Might. "Whatever. I won't tell," Killua said, walking off towards the doors leading outside, regrouping with the rest of his classmates.

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Killua walked out of the USJ doors, only to be met with all his classmates looking at him, a thousand questions in their eyes. Before any of them could voice it, a nurse from one of the ambulance cars rushed to him, eying his shoulder frantically. "Oh my, dear. are you okay? wait, of course you aren't. Silly me. It's all going to be alright, let's get you to the hospital," she said, tugging Killua to come with her. However, Killua didn't budge. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt as much as it looks like," the pale haired boy lied. It's just that really, he didn't feel like being in a hospital bed. Not that he's ever been in one, he just knew he's be bored to death there. He also may or may not get reminded of a certain green haired friend of his that was in a coma for so long in a hospital. Killua really didn't want to relive those awful memories. 

"You're a strong one, but we need to make sure no infections occur," the nurse negotiated, trying to get Killua get immediate attention. "Not a big fan of hospitals. I'll apply iodopovidone and wash it later," Killua assured. "Please, kid. I'm just doing my job. I couldn't just leave you here when you're in that state, " Killua drew a heavy sigh. "Killua, I believe she's right. The wound looks pretty bad," Tokoyami reasoned from the crowd of his classmates. "Yeah, when that boss guy used his quirk on Mr. Aizawa, he screamed. And he didn't even scream when that Nomu bashed his head in the ground," Asui said from the same crowd, "And.. Killua. I'm sorry for this, it's all my fault, he was targetting me anyway and-" Killua cut her off. "It's nothing, Asui. As I said, it doesn't hurt as much as it looks. Nothing's anyone's fault. except for those villains who apparently decided they'd be able to take down All Might," Killua said, a reassuring smile on his face. "..Alright. Thank you, Killua. I mean it. Oh, and call me Tsu," As- no, Tsuyu replied. "But Killua," another voice piped up. It was Sero. "You seriously need to go to the hospital. You may be strong but you still need to go, it's safer that way," he said. Killua groaned. "Look. I. Said. No. So stop pestering me about it," Killua said as he walked into the bus where some other students are already in.

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They arrived at UA, but weren't there for long. The pale haired boy tended to his own wounds in the bus, wrapping it in some bandages that were available after cleansing it and applying the iodopovidone, earning himself concerned stares from his classmates, barring a particular angry blonde. Once they arrived at UA, the students were ushered to the police station to be questioned. It took quite a while, and Killua answered all of them nonchalantly. Once they were done, they were sent pack to school in the police cars. Once back at UA, most of his classmates were there already. Oh, and Killua got a shirt on already, obviously.

"Killua!" Kaminari shouted, "Are you okay? That wound you had before looked pretty bad, I mean, I know you said it's fine and it doesn't hurt as much, but still," he asked. "Don't worry, I'm good as new,"  replied the pale haired boy, flashing a tired smile at the blonde, who seemed unsure but nodded anyway. "How's Aizawa and Thirteen?" the pale boy asked. "They're both okay, they're hospitalized right now. Mr. Aizawa had so many broken bones, though," Mina shivered. "I'm just glad we're all okay, kero," Tsuyu croaked. Sero nodded along, "Yeah, it's a good thing no one died," he agreed. 

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Killua went into Aizawa's house, devoid of its owner. He fished out his phone that Nezu gave him along with his allowance when he enrolled in UA. Normal students didn't get these, of course. But Killua was a total different case. Killua got used to all the functions of the phone in no time, not like they didn't exist in his world, he just used the beetle type, which was.. different. He turned it on to see a few texts from Hitoshi.

Hito

Hey kill

heard the news

r u ok?

Killu

Hey

just got back from police quesitioning

but yeah im good

Hito

phew

got me worried for a sec

Killu

yeah yeah sorry lmao

got let out early, see ya tomorrow?

Hito

yeah sure

damn now I got the creeps 

i mean, if i were to be in the hero course

Killu

dw its not that bad honestly

but im sure u'll get in 

the festival or something like that, right? u mentioned being able to transfer if u got recognised

Hito

got that right, also it's the sports festival

but im nowhere near brawny or able to fight 

Killu

ill help u, combat's my specialty

Hito

wait wait it is? u never told me???

wait nvm should've known, hero course and all

Killu

lol not all hero course students are good at combat

let's say i've had some intense training

we can meet up after school to train

Hito

wait rlly??

that'd be good

Killu

it's set then

by the way, aren't u at school?

sneaking ur phone in?

Hito

...oops?

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Chucking, the pale haired teen placed his phone back into his pocket. He decided to take a bath, cause he was still filled with filth from the whole day at the USJ and all. He also had to get out of this shirt the police gave him. Definitely not his style. Getting out of the shower, he grabbed a hairdryer and dried his fluffy hair, slipping on some of his shorts he bought for daily comfort back at the thrift store. He stared in the mirror, eying his very visible wound on his shoulder.

He was lying when he said it hurt less than it looked. That's because it hurts about as bad as it looked, maybe even worse. The pale haired male could handle it, sure. But every movement caused a jolt of searing pain through the shoulder, coursing through his whole body. His friends weren't exaggerating when they  said it looked bad. It did look awful. His shoulder's skin was nowhere to be seen, reduced to ashes. A bit of the left part of his chest were also devoid of skin. How he wasn't bleeding to death, he didn't know. The bleeding somehow stopped, a huge scab forming. However, some of his muscle was still showing, and the pale haired boy wrapped it up with more of the white roll bandages, wincing and groaning here and there. 

Killua may be strong, probably strong enough to kill the Nomu if he went all-out. But Killua was still a kid. A kid with a lifetime of intense and torturous training, sure. But he wasn't born strong. He was born with potential, yes. But he wasn't born strong. Instead, Killua was born quite weak. He wasn't born strong like Gon, all his strength was from all the torture he endured his whole life since he was three. And sometimes, just rarely, his weak side takes over him. But the pale haired boy was a master in putting up a facade, no one can see through it. Not Gon, not Alluka, not his parents. Hell, not even Illumi could see through it. Because he's been putting up a facade every time he was hurting or scared, he could somehow know when others were pretending, putting up a front, nervous, conscious, and many others. Because he did it himself plenty times. That was also probably how he knew All Might and Midoriya were hiding something. It's because he himself has hidden many things from the rest of the world.

Was Killua depressed? No. Instead, Killua thought of himself to be quite a cheery and happy person. After all, lately he hasn't been putting up a facade much. When he was happy, he was actually happy. Did that mean when he was nonchalant, he was actually nonchalant? Yes, but also no. Sometimes, he had 100% certainty he's got the upper hand, and he is actually nonchalant. Other times, it's another facade. This particular injury? It hurts like a bitch. It hurts so much he could cry. No one's here watching Killua right now, so the tears flow. He could handle it, but it hurts. Very much. I mean, his left shoulder was basically skinless. The tears didn't last long, though. He gathered himself up, slipped on a shirt, and headed out the bathroom. 

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A/N

Hii! this chap's 2k+ words and I think I'm gonna try to make my chapters at least 1.5k words from now on :))

Well, mostly because my chapters are always super short and I myself find it just sad lmao

Anyway, the ending was basically just so u guys know that Killua's still just a kid who went through a lot. Sure, he is overpowered but he's not invincible, just wanted to clear it out :)

- van.