You Can't Have the Light Without the Dark

Chapter 8: Unexpected Encounter

A/N

Kaminari runs into someone he never wanted to cross paths with ever again.

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Goddamn, it was early. 7:40am to be exact, and okay, yeah, it wasn't that early, some could even say late, in comparison to the ungodly hours some of his classmates chose to rise but Kaminari was anything but a morning person. Y'know the saying about how the early bird gets the worm, well why couldn't he just kill the opposing bird and get both. Maybe his drowsy state of mind altered his logic a bit but it still seemed like a genius answer to him.

Besides, his most efficient office hours were between midnight and sunrise, not vice versa. The night sky provided a nice cover so the blonde could conduct his assassin training in peace. Even so, that didn't mean he didn't appreciate the little shut eye he got in before school started. But alas, today Aizawa wanted the class to wake up just a little earlier than usual because he had some sort of announcement to make, meaning Kaminari couldn't waste time on such a frivolous thing that was sleep for now.

The blonde laid under his covers, hands behind his head, staring at his ceiling watching as the glow in the dark stars decorated above began to lose their luminance as the sun filtered in through the balcony window. Sighing, Kaminari begrudgingly released his Jolteon plush that he was cuddling and rose from his very comfortable and very warm bed.

Ugh, what did Aizawa even want. The blonde had been trying to decipher his teacher's intentions post their spontaneous sparring match but the thoughts made his head ache. The only possible conclusion was that Aizawa was catching onto him, which was impossible. Okay due to recent events, maybe only slightly impossible, but still.

Just the thought of his teacher finding out about his secret made him panic and it was far too early for that, so he'd just deal with it later. Not the best coping method, he knows, but after inhaling some breakfast he'd get right onto scheming. Well he would call it scheming because that has a far too sinister ring to it, he prefers calling it "preparing for the worst."

Kaminari grabbed his toiletry caddy from his shelf and opened his dorm door. Aizawa was making an announcement to the whole class so it couldn't possibly be solely about Kaminari, right? Definitely, no way, unless it was to single him out in front of an audience? The blonde shook his head trying to expel the anxiety ridden thoughts from his brain, roughly deciding again on food first then schemin- no preparing later.

The teen trudged towards the bathroom ready to go through the motions of his usual morning routine. He was tired to say the least and turned on the faucet to listen to the stream of water rushing down the drain. And while staring at his crusty reflection in the mirror he came to the understanding that time waits for nobody also that he should hurry his ass up before Aizawa got mad at his tardiness once more. He let out a deep breath before he scrunched his face up as he braced himself momentarily. Kaminari pooled the ice cold water in his hands and splashed it on his face which was a definite shock to his system but proved to be an effective method to forcefully wake himself up.

Thankfully the entire bathroom was empty, save for the blonde himself, so nobody had to bear witness his morning slump. Everyone else was probably out and ready in the common room waiting for whatever Aizawa had to say. He did vaguely recall that his teacher had mentioned something before about a visitor coming in to observe the class for the day. But to be honest, Kaminari didn't really care about whatever his teacher had to say at that time. He knew it was rude to ignore his teacher but he was busy thinking.

Sue him, he had a lot on his mind. And mind you it was completely unrelated to anything assassin-y, okay? He was actually thinking about.. porn.

Sorry not sorry.