The class had been hard at work in preparing for the school festival. Estelle had spent some time here and there listening in when they were conveniently nearby. Most of the time was spent in class or dealing with spirit activity. She had been a lot busier since the number of spirits were beginning to gradually increase. She wasn't sure for the cause of the change with the spirits, but within Estelle's time here. She hadn't experienced many coincidences.
In the late afternoon on Saturday, Estelle strolled in, her bags under her eyes evident as she scanned the room. She had just finished training with Shinsou, and the purple-haired male caused her to leave early. Something about taking care of herself, Estelle wasn't really listening. Most of the class were around but huddled within their own groups.
'They're really taking this seriously.'
Ignoring them, Estelle went upstairs to get changed into her jammies. She felt like she had done enough today; the injury from a bat snout was still on her arm but was healing up nicely due to her capabilities. Estelle just wanted some food and her bed.
Strolling back down, Estelle knew that Bakugo hadn't made any food yet and decided to try to make a sandwich. It was easy and straightforward; Estelle was sure she could pull it off. The class was surprised that Estelle was in her bedclothes, but it was becoming a regular occurrence when Estelle had a tough day (Which was more often than anyone would like to admit). It was a good indicator of letting them know how she was feeling.
Estelle stopped in surprise on the way to the kitchen. Gazing down at the tables, Estelle found a plate laid out. Assuming that it was for someone else, she kept walking.
"Where are you going, Lioness?"
Turning quickly, she came face to face with Bakugo. Tilting her head in confusion, Estelle pointed innocently to the kitchen.
"Tch, I already whipped something up for you. I didn't want you burning down the kitchen."
Estelle gazed at him with wide eyes that she tried to hide. He held back the glint of satisfaction from her look. Glimpsing back towards the plate, Estelle felt a wash of appreciation for the male and gave a feeble smile.
"Thank you."
"Tch, whatever. I just didn't wanna find out what happens if we let you in there. Eat up; you look annoyingly exhausted."
Estelle shook her head at the male, his familiar words of kindness hidden beautifully within the harsh words. As she moved into the living room to sit on the couch, Estelle thankfully lowered her plate when she felt something impact her lower body. Moving her hands to remove the intrusion on her personal bubble, Estelle froze at the sight of a tiny horn.
Slowly dropping her hands to her sides, Estelle awkwardly stood within the mini hug around her legs. Eventually, she sighed to herself dramatically with closed eyes. One hand slowly raised and patted the little girl's head softly. The class silently watching the scene could almost hear the unspoken words from the female. 'I'm here.'
Mirio and Izuku stepped into the room, chasing after the little girl who abruptly moved away from them for the first time all day. They halted when they saw the sight and settled at the child's calm demeanour.
"You left the day you visited me? Did I do something wrong?" Eri asked as she looked up, her arms still holding onto her legs tightly.
Crouching down to face her, Estelle held a gentle gaze as she shook her head. "No, you could never. I had something I needed to do."
"Oh, I was scared that-"
"I know, but don't be."
"Okay..... I wanted to thank you because I never got the chance to before," Eri innocently continued, her eyes boring into Estelle's in a way that made her heart clench.

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LOST // BAKUGO X OC
FanfictionEstelle was always lost. But this time, she really is lost. Where the hell was she? Waking up in a completely different setting, Estelle makes her way in search of a way to get back home. The endeavour leads her to UA High School of heroics, where s...