Good or Bad?

Chapter 7: A Decision

⚠️trigger warning⚠️: if you're sensitive with anx!3ty/pån!c a++ack$ please read with caution or skip the rest after you read; "Before he could say anything else, I ran. I ran like hell." (psa: i don't experience these kinds of attacks or at least I don't think I have so I'm going based off of people I've seen have them and videos. If you experience these and are comfortable with talking about it and would like to educate me and help me write a better description, please dm and I will make those changes immediately. Also, I'm sorry if I offended anyone while writing this, it was never my intention. Without further ado please enjoy your escape from reality.)

I failed to get Dabi out of my head. His words were played on loop.

He's on his death bed for some pills.

Don't worry, Y/n. We'll see each other soon.

It sent a chill down my spine and a bad feeling in my gut.

What does he mean we'll see each other again? And is Itsuki okay?

I fiddle with the cell phone that was given to me for Itsuki's situation.

"Oi. You should be training."

I turn around while slowly slipping the phone into my pocket again, "Aren't you supposed to be watching the other kids."

Aizawa walked closer before stopping next to me and looking at the burnt grass, "You're one of the kids I'm supposed to be watching. I need to check that you're not messing around by yourself."

I didn't bother to face him and as his eyes shifted to my figure, mine failed to move off of the grass.

The black haired man placed a hand on my shoulder and gently turned me toward him, "Something bothering you?"

My e/c orbs stared at his for a little before I shook my head, "No. I just have a bad feeling about today."

He seemed to eye me down before nodding and letting go. "We have Pro Heroes here and it's a private location. If there is someone or something that tries to hurt you all, they're going to have a hard time accomplishing their goal."

We held eye contact before I looked off to the side in doubt. I looked up at him one last time before walking back to the others. "Let's hope so."

Private location huh?

Dabi pops into my mind once more causing my mouth to twitch into a frown.

He always manages to get in my head in some way.

Aizawa and the other Pro Heroes round up everyone and we all walk over to where we usually cook.

The only thing on my mind as I chop carrots was Dabi and his snarky little smirk.

"Someones in a bad mood."

I immediately stop cutting and look to my right to see one of my classmates, Kirishima.

The red haired boy stood there with his usual grin and glint of concern in his crimson eyes. "Everything okay? You're not looking too manly."

I raise an eyebrow as I turned to face him, subconsciously waving around the knife in my hand. "Manly?"

He nervously laughed as he gently pushed my hand, the one that held the knife, down to the cutting bored. "Womanly."

"Ah," I dropped the knife on the cutting bored and wiped my hands on my clothes. "I'm...okay. I'm just a bit...irritated."