Passed Down Child ( BNHA)

Return of school

That's the hairstyle she did for school for Izuk- I mean for fun😏

ASIAS   POV

You could say it was a new me standing in front of the class 1-A doors. My hair was no longer covering my face, acting as a barrier due to my own lack of social networking. My features were exposed to anyone who wished to see my face. Perhaps this is what people meant when they say you feel and look more confident when you walk into a room without your phone.

But don't get it twisted, I never felt weak or underserving to my current position.

Despite my confident exterior, there was no denying that I was slowly having a mental breakdown. Low key regretting everything that led up to this morning. To this moment.

Why did I change my go -to hairstyle.. just why!?

The deep breath I took came from deep within my stomach, and the doors felt heavier than ever. ( maybe they were always like this?!)

Since the USJ attack, school had been called out for us for one day. It was dangerous, and the encounter shook up many. An innocent trip turned into full on combat. It made sense to close it down. Yet the free day I had, was spent getting bruised up from boxing training.

Recovery girls treatment helped me for a couple hours. But it was deemed useless the moment I stepped into the training room the next day.

Though none of my injuries were as bad as what I heard Mr. Aizawa got. He was bandaged, twisted, and ragged dolled around unnecessarily.  I'm not expecting his presence at school for the next while. But that left one question — who would teach us?

I could hear everyone's conversation on what happened yesterday at the USJ behind the door. I took one last breath, feeling the air burn in my lungs, and opened the door. One thing about me is that I think that I'm the main character in situations when I'm embarrassed of myself. Yet, I highly doubt that anyone is paying attention to my hair, nevertheless a simple hairstyle.

I won't lie, I look good with my hair like this... like good good. Maybe some heads will dramatically turn...

When I walked in, I could feel the the conversations coming to a hush around me. The various eyes of boys and girls as they took in my new appearance. ( maybe this was all in my head?!). Either way, I didn't bother sparring the ground a look, I was far too above it anyways.

So I simply just gripped my bag strap hard.

" Hello?" I asked confused.

It didn't take long before a group of my classmates gathered around me.

" Emiyo- Chan! I heard about how you boxed it out with the leader! So manly!" Kirishima spoke to me with excitement all over his face. 

It was like the same look my father harboured at the end of every boxing session. A proud father. But everyone's face varied. Shock on most, so I couldn't help but simple nod in response.

" Your hair is GORGEOUS!" Mina yelled, touching my puffy bun with repeated gestures.

" You have skill in combat fighting." Todoroki plainly said. You would think he was forced to say it with that expression.

" Your stomach! You have purple bruises on your arm!" Uraraka screeched with concerned. Izuku stepped up, confused at her statement.

"Was recovery girl  not able to heal you all the way  or what?" Todoroki asked, his eyes scanning  me with question. " You fought with me pretty well I must say. We make a good team." he spoke.