LOST // BAKUGO X OC

Unanswered Questions

Estelle was late to class today due to working an early shift. The students had begun to get used to the fact that she would arrive sporadically throughout the day. This time through, Estelle entered the school during break. Shuffling to her locker, Estelle elevated an eyebrow at the inside of the locker space. Within it held the same vandalised picture that she previously encountered on her desk.

It finally clicked for her. This wasn't a coincidence; this was targeted.

Estelle thoroughly examined the drawing once again, and her eyes grew at the implication. The raven atop the hourglass was not a good sign. This type of message was cryptic, but it was commonly done within her old world to hide a message in a seemingly harmless piece of art.

Estelle slammed the locker door shut, causing those around her to startle. Walking towards her class, she let the frown show on her face. Who in the world would send a message like that? Was she not alone like she thought?

Estelle walked into the class, ignoring the others who greeted her while making her way to her seat. Class 1A looked on with furrowed brows at the strange and thoughtful expression the girl held. It seemed as if she was pondering deeply about something. Few wished they could read her mind right now; the curiosity was unbearable.

Aizawa followed his class's actions and observed as she took her seat and stared down at her table. Clearly, something was bothering her; he reminded himself to ask her once class was over.

Turning to face the board. Aizawa lifted the screen to introduce the topic of today's lesson, the words supposed to be written on the blackboard.

Once the screen was lifted, his eyebrows raised in surprise since the words he had previously written was no longer there. Instead, it showed a drawing done in chalk.

The drawing was a raven sitting on an hourglass.

Estelle seethed at the piece of art, annoyed that whoever playing this game wanted to shove this in her face to piss her off. The class heard the mysterious girl and turned back to face her in question. Estelle just swayed her head in response.

"Estelle." Aizawa voiced to call her attention.

"Yes?"

"Do you know who drew this?"

"No, sir."

"Hmm."

The class continued studying Estelle with intrigue. It clearly held some significance for her to react like that. Aizawa sighed dramatically before taking the eraser and wiping the board clean, choosing to change the topic back.

"Today, we are looking at Hero history; these are things you may need to be aware of when you are a hero. We never want to repeat history when we can learn from it," He asserted, writing up 'hero history' on the board.

Estelle fell into the trap of tuning Aizawa out entirely in favour of mentally viewing her memories for anything else that held cause for concern. She couldn't think of anything besides an increase of paranoia. She felt it was in her head, but this symbol clearly shows a valid reason for her to be jumpy.

The students continuously eyed her throughout the class, looking away when Estelle sensed their gaze. She knew they all had questions, but it wouldn't benefit them to know.

Finally, the class was over, and Estelle rushed out of her seat in hopes of leaving class unnoticed. Her mission was a success when Aizawa called out for her after she was already gone. He sighed to himself as it just made her look more guilty. The class viewed the exchange since they had barely moved when she rushed out the door, proving she effectively made a run for it. They all shared eye contact with various classmates, worried and questioning the strange actions of Estelle today. More unique than usual, at least.