Burning Caramel

Chapter 9

To say that Sora was mega embarrassed would be an understatement. Her face had reached the point where she was a deeper shade of red than what could ever have a proper name or category. That she wished she could bury herself in a 6 foot hole right now was a given, considering the firsthand embarrassment she was being forced to endure for what felt like the very first time in her rather young life. She didn't know if she would ever be able to be in a room with the two of them together ever again.

After a minute or two of the teen hiding her face, Aizawa clears his throat to catch her attention. Sora slowly parts her fingers and looks up at him, her eyes asking what he wanted from her. Aizawa shakes his head to clear it. "Just because I am in here doesn't mean you get to slack off. I expect you to have your homework done before we go back, Sora." Aizawa tells her, reminding her that this was not a vacation from school. The teen glances down at the aquamarine tops of her tennis shoes, nodding in response. "All my homework was done in class already, Dad," She murmurs, kicking her toes against the floor.

Aizawa hums in response, regarding the still embarrassed look in her eyes as she took a breath to ground herself. "Good. Then I expect you to pass the quiz you'll be having at the end of this week. Sora... Next time there is a villain attack, please don't run right into it... You don't even have your provisional hero license yet. There are a lot of repercussions that can be suffered when you don't follow the rules. I don't want to see that happen. Next time, if there is one, please evacuate," He looks at the smaller girl with concern in his dark eyes.

The dim lighting from the windows cast shadows on her face, showing the small flash of regret that crosses her face. She had put herself in harms way and acted somewhat irrationally. No professional hero would make a mistake like that. It could spell death for themselves or others if they had. She looks down, knowing that he was right. "You're right. I'm sorry," she apologizes, fiddling with her fingers nervously. The chipped black and blue nail polish on her fingers shone in the dim lights.

Aizawa lets out a sigh and looks over at the girl. "That aside, you did well. For your first time anyways. There are many things that could be improved, but that's something we will just have to work on. Are you alright outside of that? You look fine on the outside for the most part.. But I worry about you," He looks her over from head to toe.

Sora turns and gives him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just got cut and overused my quirk a little. No biggie, really. I'll be fine by next week," She gives him a slight wink, trying to lessen his worries even if by a hair. To be honest, he had enough to worry about, being stuck in a rather vanilla hospital room that reeked of antiseptic and was bare of everything except the machines, windows and the hospital bed. She made a note in her head to go down and at least bring him back some flowers or something before she left today.

Bakugo stood quietly against the wall, watching as the two interacted. He almost couldn't tell that the two were not related by blood. He could see that they were close. And also, he noted how much Aizawa held back in class that he worried for her, just for the sake of the girl to have a normal life at school. He supposed that that was a good thing for the girl beside him, who could have been teased for having a teacher as a parent. Not that anyone aiming to be a real hero would do that.

They visited for a few more hours before Aizawa began to fall asleep. Quietly, the two teens sneak out of the room, letting the door softly click into place with a quiet 'snick.'

Sora turns and glances at Bakugo apologetically. "I'm so sorry he made that so awkward," She immediately apologizes, her eyes holding a hint of embarrassment lingering from earlier in the morning. Bakugo shrugs in response, turning his head to gaze at the khaki colored walls as they walk side by side down the hallway. "It wasn't a big deal or anything. Teach was just trying to look out for you. Besides, being affected by something this small would be weak," he scoffs.

Sora blinks at him before rolling her eyes. "Alright then tough guy," She chuckles lightly. It was just like him to pretend that everything was beneath him and Sora was beginning to get a better understanding of the blonde. For better or worse, this male would express his emotions one of three ways. He would express through anger, through superiority, and through unbridled passion. Not that anyone realized the difference between them, usually writing it off as anger and arrogance.

Sora however was learning the difference in just the small amount of time she had to spend with him. The pair head downstairs, Sora stopping at the gift shop to order flowers for his room. When she was done, she lets out a huff and heads back out of the hospital. "Are we going back to your house now?" she asks curiously, checking the phone for the time. It was just after 1pm. The clouds in the sky blanketed the sunshine, casting everything into shadows.

The stimulation of her stomach growling caught both her and Bakugo's attention as he turns and heads down the street. "No. We're going to go eat lunch. Even if you weren't hungry, I am. Let's go, Flicker," he orders, walking off. Sora had no choice but to follow after him, not remembering how to get back without his help.

Five minutes later, they arrive at a ramen shop, entering the vibrantly decorated shop that boasted of most of the colors on the color spectrum. "Someone loves art," she comments, looking around at the abstract paintings that covered the walls with a wonderfully done skill. Bakugo shrugs. "I didn't come here for the art, dumbass," He tells her as he heads for the counter. The young male at the register straightens, combing his orange hair out of his face as the come to the counter to order.

"What can I get for you?" He asks timidly. "Give me your Devil's Tongue and whatever she wants to order," He tells the guy behind the register. Sora pauses and looks at the menu for a moment. "I'll take hot soba please," she says softly, heading for a table. Bakugo takes a number and joins her, sliding into the booth with a frown.

Before long, their lunch was ready, delivered by the same guy that took their orders. "Want to try?" Bakugo asks when he notices Sora staring heavily at the red broth in his bowl. Sora blinks and tilts her head to the side. "Sure?" she hums a little unsure of herself. She takes her chopsticks and sips some into her mouth. It sits for literally a full second before she chokes, her eyes watering. "How can you eat that? It's total torture!" She cries.

Bakugo lets out a bark of laughter, returning to shoveling noodles into his mouth. After a moment, he looks up. "It's not my fault you can't handle a little heat," he laughs. Sora rolls her eyes at him. "I prefer my soba. Your's is spicy just like your personality," she replies. Bakugo growls at her, his quirk nearly activating. "Say that again, you reject Luxray," he snaps at her, making the indigo haired teen laugh. The rest of their lunch was spent in banter.