Burning Caramel

Chapter 12

Her father, Sora decided, was a complete masochist. The way he worked them was tiring, giving none of them much of a chance to socialize. He worked them like a bunch of hamsters running on a wheel. Sora groans, wiping the sweat out of her eyes as she stares at the unfazed black haired man. "Alright. Get changed and head back to the classroom. Their training had intensified over the last three weeks, having had to do the Sports festival and now getting ready to go to their internships. Sora was still on the fence about whom she wanted to go with, her thoughts swirling as she still tried to decide. 

As she walks towards the changing rooms, Katsuki nudges her side, gaining her full attention as she looks up at the taller boy. "Yes?" She asks curiously. He blinks down at her. "You still haven't decided right?" He murmurs in her ear. Sora shivers slightly, enjoying the sound of his roughly husky voice, turning to meet his eyes. "Not yet, no," She admits, looking down. Katsuki nods and then smirks. "I chose Best Jeanist. You should join me. It's probably going to be just myself  but I'm sure he would take you as well," He offers. 

Sora thinks it over for a moment, peering back to where her dad was. "I suppose that sounds okay," She nods, remembering that she had gotten an offer from him as well. She had come in third after all, being beaten by Katsuki in the end because she had overused her quirk. Blinking, she remembers how he had felt awful when she had had to resort to hand to hand combat, only to be defeated due to Katsuki's abnormal strength. Sora had cried when she lost, making the male instantly regret being rough for the first time in his life.

Katsuki pulls her in closer, snapping the teen out of her thoughts as she looks up at him, her eyes meeting his vermilion orbs. "You need to get out of your head. You almost ran into that pole," He gestures to the pole they had just passed and Sora blushes in embarrassment. "Oh... Yeah, thanks," She beams up at him, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Katsuki shrugs and stops walking. "I'm going to go get changed. We can walk together after we come out," He offers, putting his hand on the dressing room door.

Sora nods in confirmation, offering him a bright smile. "See you after," She agrees, heading opposite to the girl's locker room. Heading in, she makes her way to her locker and pulls out the case for her outfit. She had had it revised a little bit, with improvements. The teen had added a long metal bar that she could add her quirk to it instead of expending all that extra energy and overusing her quirk. It was easier on her, but she definitely needed more practice with it. It hadn't come in until after the sports festival. Still, late was better than never, the girl thought as she swiftly dressed in the locker room, making sure to put away her costume and costume parts. She reduced the size of the 5 foot pole by clicking the button on the side that caused it to retract. The weapon was made of Steel Alloy, the strongest known metal with the highest tensile strength and yield strength. She had put in a request for the costume change after Katsuki and her father had made suggestions on it while they were eating pizza together two weeks ago.

Lacing up her shoes, Sora heads outside, carrying her costume case. The moment she reaches the outside, Katsuki's face greeted her, making her smile. "I told you I'd wait," he tells her, shoving off of the wall with his hands in his pockets. The other students stared at the two as they headed towards class together, still not entirely used to the two being so close together. Sora didn't particularly care one way or another. Katsuki however, could feel a growing annoyance that made him want to fry them every time they stared. Reaching down, Katsuki captures her hand in his own, lacing their fingers together as they head to class.

"Hey, go on a date with me tonight," Katsuki says to Sora. The girl blinks rapidly, her face heating up. "Um... Okay. Where to?" She asks with a tilt of her head. Katsuki grins. "That's a surprise. I'll meet you at your place around 5:30. Be ready by then, I'll call you when I leave my house," he assures her, stopping before the large door to their classroom. Sora grins at him. "Sure. Can't wait to see what you come up with!" She chirps. At that, the two of them walk through the door and take a seat at their desks. The other students file in one after the other and take their seats, Aizawa coming in last looking dead tired.