𝙨𝙤𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 -𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖎𝖝

"So how is to be back?" Aizawa sat on the couch. He started to tug at his hair to place it into a ponytail.

"I just walked in, but it feels a bit off. I expected something to change, but it's exactly as I left it."

I ran my hands across the walls and couch. I reminisce on the few moments I spent here. I wasn't as around as I wished. While I was locked away, I couldn't help but think about how my relationship with the rest of the class could improve if I tried a bit harder.

"Y/N, do you still want to be in the hero program?" Midoriya was following behind me as I walked the halls. I noticed Aizawa not too far behind him.

I gazed to the nearby window, watching as the beautiful hue of blue drifted into a pale orange. "To be honest, no."

"I don't think I like how strict the lines of hero and villain are. I don't think I fit in with either group. I know everyone in this hero program can be great heroes, but that's not me."

I sighed and hugged myself. "It feels wrong to be a hero with everything that's happened." I looked to Midoriya. Aizawa was now standing next to him, smiling lightly to himself.

"What. You guys are looking at me weird." I felt a bit uneasy from their soft stares. "Nothing, you just seem a bit more level-headed than before." Aizawa stepped forward and ruffled my hair.

"I have to finalize some things for the new student coming into the hero program. He's taking his final exam right now, so I should head over." He let his flow into his face again, fixing the cloth around his neck. "I'll be back with the class in a few hours."

He started to head to the door before turning around. "Be safe." He warned before leaving the dorms.

The second the door closed, Midoriya turned me towards him and smashed his lips onto mine.

"Wait!" I pushed him away while I covered his mouth with my hands. I felt my face getting hotter. "Why are you so eager."

He moved my hands from his mouth and kissed my hand. "You kept me waiting for months. Is it wrong that I'm eager?" He kissed slowly to my wrist. "It really pisses me off to think about what they did to you in there." He slowly kissed down my arm.

"Can I ask you something?" I said as he removed his soft lips from my arms. He hummed quietly. It was a bit raspy and sounded like honey to me.

"How did you guys do it? How am I here." I whispered. He intertwined our fingers and led me to the couch. He sat me down, and he sat on the floor. He rested his head on my knees and led my hands to his head. I began to stroke his hair. The softness of it always amazed me.

"It wasn't easy. Your judge wouldn't even see us at first. But I'm really not one to accept defeat so easily. So I kept pestering him. Every day after school or training, I'd rush over begging to see him. One day I got lucky and caught him leaving."

My fingers combed so perfectly between his curly, messy hair. The way he hummed between each sentence as I stroked his hair was so cute. It was like I was petting a puppy. It almost made me lose focus on his words.

"I begged like a total loser." He laughed softly. "I, at least, wanted him to hear me out. So he did, and I emailed Aizawa to met us at a cafe. We all talked, and the first meeting didn't go very well. He was sure you were paying us to say nice stuff about you."

Midoriya sighed heavily. "It was really annoying, so this time, Aizawa and I continued to pester him. Long story short, we got him convinced. We all believed in rehabilitation, so we just needed to prove that you wanted to change and that some of the things that happened to you weren't your fault or were out of your control."