He died and you lived.
Life may not have been fair to you, but your getting along quite nicely.
I mean, that's if death threats and not-so-easily-found asylum is what your after.
Can you guess who is causing your life to be worse than a dead mans...
He was a very reliable customer, always having extra money as a tip to give. Usually 20%, which means no complaints from me.
But he never really came in for conversation, up until about a week ago.
So when he offered me the job, I was sort of shocked. But I took it anyway.
That's why I had Sam come with me to UA so we both can see what is going on. I didn't want to go alone because that's just scary as fuck, but I would go with Sam.
She said that she would ask about the whole pro hero thing, saying that I should tell Eraserhead I would only become a pro if my bestie did to. I swear, she needs to be the main spotlight, but if that isn't where she is, she doesn't want it.
So when we pulled my car up to UA, i decided it'd be best if I hope for the best.
I got out of my car,
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( if you don't like it, choose any other. you can even have the black porsche from book 1)
Making sure I close the roofing on the convertible, and then we went up to the door.
I know that school starts in about April, Ending somewhere in July, so I think they're on their first semester out of three? I'm not sure, I don't go to school anymore so I don't keep track.
well, i mean i guess i'm about to. but not as a student.
i clutched my handbag and took a deep breath, solely because i knew he was going to make me a pro pro. Like the toddlers who play cops and robbers all day for a little allowance and then stand in a line to get told how bad you were at it? But you still earn the participation award. Like, thank god right?
sarcasm.. i've been using it a lot now since Dabi died.
Anywho, I began to strut up to the steps when I heard Sam speak.
"So, you nervous?" She asked.
I nodded. "You're going to be a pro." She told me, opening the front door after going through the entrance, her and I.
I smiled at her nice words and sighed, gulping back as much fear as I could. I was nervous, and I didn't want to fuck it up. He was so honest with his words, too.
We began to walk down the silent halls of UA, the quiet creeping up on me. It was scary quiet too. Like the shit that grabs at your ankle and bites flesh off. It was also cold, but I mean it was a cold day, spring still kicking in. It had rained last night with lightning lighting up the sky like a lamp in a dark room, so yeah. Makes some sort of sense.
I rubbed my bare arms and held onto my bag tightly. Sam was shivering a bit.
It was just a quiet. A little too quiet.
I knew where his class was because I literally had google maps out. It was like, fucking magic, or whatever.
I peered into the dark classroom as I opened the heavy door. Silent and empty, just like me.
"Hello, Kana." Aizawa said, from the dark corner, his eyes teeming with a velvety red. Sam and I jumped a bit, him laughing and coming out of the corner. "Sorry 'bout that, I just needed a good scare. Anyway, let's begin, shall we?" He caressed. He pulled out a chair of one of his students, so as I. Sam followed.
"So, I offered you the job last week, approximately, and you accepted.. correct? Flat answers please, yes or no. No maybe's, thank you." He spoke, writing down a few things on a slip of white paper in Japanese, the smooth pencil etching letters on the paper only stopping in hault of my answer.
"Yes." I returned. He nodded and commenced the pencil to go on, the black wood moving quickly in his strong hand.
"Alright, good good. Now, the next part needs alcohol. I figure you'd like some. Flat answers please." He told me with a smile, moving his spiny chair out from under him and bending down to grab it. I laughed a bit. "Yes," I spoke. He smiled and looked at Sam, her exciting nod humoring the man.
He pulled out four glasses, pushing one over to the side and pouring some softer bourbon, even though bourbon is considered hard liquor. He said that bourbon's bourbon and there ain't nothin' you can do 'bout it to change my mind once.
Never mind, the point is that I get to decide about the future of my career-ish while drunk.
That's fucking awesome.
I grabbed the glass and shot a little bit in my mouth and wiped the side of my mouth with my sleeve. Gulping done on the drink, I realized I felt better somehow if I answered the questions just a bit buzzed. I'll still remember it, but I just need a remedy to make it go away for an hour or so.
"Alright," he said, finishing the sip he took of his drink. Wiping his sleeve as well, we restarted.
"Okay. do you have any names in mind? Present Mic and Midnight said they'd be glad to help. but it all depends on what you want, Kana."
to be honest, i hadn't thought about it.
I have a weather quirk- being able to control well.. the weather. I can make storms, but i use up a lot of my energy. i never use my quirk.
I only used it once- with Dabi.
it was a very bright day and he felt sad. So, i made it start thundering and lightning. That made him laugh, and so i, then we cuddled up in bed with like 29 billion throw blankets. it was nice.
he also used his quirk to each me up, even though he knew i could stop it.
" Uh.. um, maybe them recommend some names?" I told him.
" Good choice. They have a list here. Here you go." Shota spoke as he handed me a slip of scratch paper.
- Midnight thought of all the ideas! NO SHE DIDNT!
the rest of the paper had drawing contests and scribbles. "was gonna rewrite it out of tidiness, but then i fell asleep so sorry i guess."
"Can i decide later?" I asked. he nodded and sipped some of the alcohol.
( a/n - pick your favorite hero name)
" Okay. but besides this, i also wanted to talk to you about your boyfriend, Dabi. So, you handed me a note and asked me to study it, and i did. The note had some hints."
"hints at what?" i asked the ragged man.
"hints that he was warning you of something much more vile than you could imagine." He spoke.
