Red Like Roses // BNHA × OC //

{3} New Classes and New Faces

Running faster than I ever had before, I just barely escaped the downpouring bullets of rain that followed my trail. I nearly collapsed into the floor while sliding into the train cart. I looked up at the closing door as it broke me and the other passengers off from the sudden rain showers.

I gasped in relief while leaning against the train doors and giving myself a chance to breathe. When half of your limbs are made of very sensitive machinery, rain is the very last thing you want to bump into.

Thankfully, I avoided ruining my best set of prosthetics. I backed up and took the last free seat on my train. Normally, mornings weren't that tense, even during a little storm. Since I moved in with Q, I had fallen into the habit of riding with him to school. Although, I was no longer in his homeroom, and there was no sense in me getting there an hour early any more. I was on my own once again, and it was already close to being a disaster.

I turned my eyes up to the windows of the cart that were instantly drenched in rain drops. I shuddered when thinking about what just a little water would do to my arm and leg. Trying to distract myself, I leaned down to my school bag and did a checklist of everything I needed to bring. Since I saw this morning's forecast, I rushed out as soon as I could, so it wouldn't be a surprise if I forgot a few things.

Among those few things were my phone charger and headphones, but since I would be taking courses with Aizawa that day, I figured it'd be best to get rid of any distractions. It had also skipped my mind to bring lunch. I didn't need to eat with my Quirk, but it was usually decent to have something to do in the cafeteria while everyone else ate. It was pointless, but at the very least, it made my day go by just a bit easier.

While digging through my bag, my hand passed by a paper sack where staples cinched the top closed. Weird, I thought after already marking my lunch off as forgotten.

I pulled the bag out and sat back. Stuck to the front of the bag for me to see was a bright yellow sticky-note. The messy handwriting and name at the bottom answered all my questions. The note read,

"You're always the main character in my book,

- Q," with a small heart sketched to the bottom.

Feeling the tears coming on, I clamped my hand over my mouth to avoid looking like a fool in front of this cart of strangers. I couldn't cry on my first day no matter how damn nice that gesture was. I tilted my head back and blinked away the tears.

Not gonna cry. Not gonna cry. Okay. Tears gone. Crisis averted.

I took a breath and kept my eyes above parallel as I stuffed the homemade lunch back in my bag. I knew if I looked into what was probably the most thoughtful and healthy meal inside, I would lose it. I had to be tough for at least one day.

As the train pulled to a stop, I knew my first challenge of the day was about to start. Looking at my straight path ahead, it was clear that I had to be smart about avoiding the rain that drenched the paved sidewalk and threatened to do the same to me.

I shouldered my backpack, tightened my fist around my umbrella, and glared at the obstacle ahead.

And then, I ran.

I probably looked insane as I sprinted through, but it was worth sparing my own limbs. My work boots protected my bionic leg from the knee down, but the main problem would be shielding my arm while also running. I kept my umbrella tilted at an angle, letting my hair get damp while my arm stayed covered. The humidity alone was enough to stretch my already frizzy coils, so I wouldn't worry about a little water.