Quiet || Shota Aizawa

4. Migraines

Your senses came alive as streams of chatter seeped into your ears, causing your eyes to snap up to the entrance to Ground Beta.

A wave of anticipation crashed over you as, one by one, class 1-A came running into the training grounds donning their new costumes. You smiled at their excitement, a sense of pride coming over you as you caught the glimmer of confidence that sparkled in their eyes.

All Might looked down at you, his ever-present smile, making the corners of your lips turn slightly. "Today is a big day, Beholder! Ready to show these kids what it takes to be a pro?"

You huffed a breath of laughter at his enthusiasm. Watching the kids running towards you in their costumes, you couldn't help but smile widely in response.

"Yeah," you breathed. "Don't go scaring them off, though, okay? We have to make sure we still have a class to teach after this." All Might raised his hands in feigned surrender as you playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ah, but fear is part of the job- don't you think, old friend? It's during these fearsome moments that the true nature of a hero shines through!" His voice rang out in your ears as your eyes went over the young faces of class 1-A. So much excitement. So much determination. So much power. So much anxiety.

He's right.

What is it to be a hero if not putting the lives of others over your fears?

These kids are so young; so green. Whatever adrenaline they have burning in their veins right now is nothing compared to what they'll face in the real world.

All you can do is be there for them. Help them on this dangerous path until they meet the day they won't have to look back for your help anymore. You'll make sure they become the best heroes this damn world has ever seen.

A sigh flew past your lips as you picked up your shoulders, quirking an eyebrow at the Symbol of Peace. He smiled at the look of determination that flashed behind your glasses.

"Let's give them a little scare, then."

*

"Call them off, All Might!" Bolting through the hallways inside of the training building, your ears rang with the distant sounds of yells and explosions. You could hear the walls cracking under the pressure of the powers unleashed by your students.

They're going to kill themselves.

No answer from All Might through your earpiece. You cursed wildly as your feet pounded over the floors, your nose burning as it caught onto the smell of burnt sugar.

Nitroglycerin.

Shit.

"All Might!" Your voice echoed through the hallway, your boots skidding over the floors as you pushed yourself into a sharp turn, racing closer to the explosions that shook the building. "What are you waiting for?!"

Another explosion rocked the building, making you stumble before sending your body crashing onto the cracked floors.

You could hear them more clearly now.

The hatred. The anger. The resentment. The determination. The hope. The overcoming.

"Are you ignoring me again? I'll get your attention,"

A chill shot through your spine as you scattered back to your feet, taking another turn as you followed the sound of his voice with something akin to fear burning your veins.

Bakugo.

People aren't born equal in this world. Quirks are a testament to that-- no two are exactly alike and not all are lucky enough to have one. But a quirk by itself is nothing, it's the person behind the quirk who gives it power-- who molds it into something more than a simple ability.