Raindrop Side Stories

Jozawa - 12

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Joue's POV

"Yeah I'm going to see Nari and get my nails done again," I stated to Aizawa. He nodded in my direction and I took a bite of my lunch. We were eating in the teacher's lounge today and I had just told him my plans for the beginning of the afternoon.

That was unfortunately all I could remember, in pitch black a panic setting over me. I just had to work at the hero school didn't I? What a joke. I let out a breath, it hitting my face. I could only assume my head was covered with a bag which was making it even harder to breathe on top of the panic. My hands were restrained and I had absolutely no idea where I was. Why—

I winced at the light, even though it was dim, the bag ripped off my head. I looked up, trying to focus in on the figures around the room. More specifically the one in front of me, holding the bag. I recognized Shigaraki easily, holding it by his 3 fingers and thumb, pinkie hovering above.

"UA's counselor," he stated obviously and I leaned back hard against my chair. What the hell did they want with me? What could I offer besides the mental health of the students? They already knew who was weak, the news put it on blast all the time. It wasn't like I knew anything of help to them. The rest of the league was hovering around in the bar and I felt my skin crawl with warmth.

"Please, I don't know anything you want—"

"Shut it," he stated, tossing the bag aside. I zipped my lips shut, not wanting to get myself into trouble. "Trust me, you'll tell me exactly what I want to hear."

"Gee, we never bring in ladies," Toga mused and I glanced at her. "Can I braid her hair?"

"No, sit Toga."

"But—"

"Sit," Shigaraki stated. She pout slightly and I stared, frightened out of my mind. As she sat, Shigaraki turned back to me. He was not pretty to look at up close. "Now then."

"I seriously don't know anything of use to you, please just let me go," I said, my voice cracking slightly.

"Oh but you do."

"I—"

"Eraserhead. Tell me what you know about him," Shigaraki said, leaning in. I swallowed tightly, my breath trapped in my lungs.

"I don't know any hero things or fighting stuff, he doesn't include me in that. I swear—"

"No," Shigaraki interrupted. "What is he like?"

"Like...his weaknesses or something?" I asked.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" He questioned. I stated back at him, my face pale. He sighed, standing up straight. I wriggled my hands, wondering if I could get out. Chances were slim and if I did, I had the whole league. I can't even fight. "Let me be more specific. What is he like in the mornings?"

We're they...planning a morning attack?

"Uhm–tired but he's always tired so not really different."

"Describe it to me."

"I–I don't know."

Shigaraki glared at me before another question came into play.

"What does he smell like?"

"He uh–" I stopped, my nerves dulling for a moment as confusion swept over me. "Wait, what?"

"Not this again," Dabi scoffed, stepping up from where he was leaning against the wall. I glanced around.

"I don't–"