The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 8.

"I heard about your lesson with All Might today," Aizawa told me. He'd called me to the front after homeroom, since I'd fallen asleep due to Recovery Girl's weird healing smooches.

"Yeah, went alright. Our team won, at least." I said unsure of myself.

"You seem hesitant. Why aren't you happy that you won?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Well... We won... but only because Bakugo acted recklessly. And I completely lost focus and didn't take it seriously, and wrapped my capture weapon around a fake missile carelessly. I didn't consider what could have happened if it were real." I admitted, hanging my head in shame.

"Hm. Well, I've already requested the CCTV tapes from your fight with Iida so I can review it, and see where we should start after school tomorrow" He said.

"Oh God that's gonna be awful." I cringed. He raised a brow at me.

"Was it really that bad?" He asked.

"Yeah. I've never fought anyone in that way before him. It was bound to be terrible." I mumbled, still looking away. He sighed.

"At least you can admit that. Remember, 3:30 outside the gym. Wear your hero outfit." I nodded my head before remembering the similarity between our costumes.

"Uh- yeah. See you then, Aizawa." I waved goodbye, which he promptly returned.

"Hey, and I don't want to see you practicing in those areas again." He said half-seriously. I snickered at his obvious concern for his students, despite his cold exterior.

"Pfft, alright then. Promise." I said before walking away.

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Walking home was one of the worst parts of my day. The only two things worse were entering the house, and dinner time. Luckily, I'd stopped by the shops and stolen some food. I was pretty sure the clerk had noticed me, but as soon as they saw I was taking cup noodles, a microwave meal, and bread; she probably thought I was poor as shit and took pity on me. I didn't want pity. I just needed to get better at stealing shit. Now, I could have gotten a job. However, I couldn't do school and work and training. Plus, if those two found out I had a job, they'd kick me out, I'd have to drop out and work full time just to live paycheck-to-paycheck. My best bet at studying and leading a happy life was putting up with them just a little while longer.

I unlocked the door and ran straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I flopped onto the bed, tired from the action-packed lesson I'd had earlier.

"As I speak, Hobo teacher's probably watching Iida totally dominate me... and seeing my shitty costume" I groaned into my pillow.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later, I guess." I reasoned with myself.

'He's seeing how weak you are.'

'How helpless.'

'How useless'

'Shut up.' That awful feeling began to set in my chest.

'How worthless.'

"SHUT UP!" I yelled without thinking, punching the wall.

"Shit- shit, fuck." Blood dripped from my knuckles as I stared at the gaping hole in the wall.

"THE FUCK YOU DOING UP THERE!?" My father screamed from downstairs, his footsteps booming up the stairs, signalling that my life was about to end unless I did something.

But I froze. Like always.

I was scared.

Pounding could be heard from the door.