aerie (bakugo katsuki x oc)

chapter 46: first interrogation

Alright, day 2. And I'm sure as hell not eating in someone's classroom this time.

After I get my tray, I look out at the sea of wannabe heroes, trying to find a place to sit where it looks like someone isn't gonna interrogate me. But after a second or two of looking, I spot an opportunity that I just can't pass up.

I try to swallow my giddy feeling as I make my way towards the spiky blonde hair of that guy that I love to bother so much. And just when I'm about to tap on his shoulder, I overhear the conversation he's having with that Kirishima guy.

   "She got second place, right behind you," says Kirishima.

   Talking about me I see. Figures. Just a couple of mortals, conversing about how amaz-

"That's because the opponents were robots, and therefore stupid," sludge guy replies with a sneer. "I doubt she could fight anyone with a brain."

What?! This motherfucker's talkin shit?! About me?! The nerve of this guy!

"You wanna bet?" I blurt, giving away my position.

He turns around with a disturbed look on his face. "Get away from me!" he shouts.

I stare at him blankly.

Yeah, right. Like I'd do anything he wants ever again.

I look up at Kirishima sitting there, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Hey, Kirishima," I say, forcing a sickeningly sweet smile. "Can I sit here?" I say, trying to my best to resist a cheeky remark. "...Or did you wanna continue talking about me in private?" I add. I couldn't help it.

"Of course you can, Miyasaki!" says Kaminari, seeming a little too excited about it. But hey, at least someone in this school has taste in women.

   "It was all good things," says Kirishima, "On my end, at least."

"I'd hope so," I say as I set my tray down on the table. "And you can call me Kai."

I figured Kai is easier to say than Kaiya or Miyasaki, and since it's a nickname, I don't have to lie when I tell people that's what I go by, right?

I plop down in the seat next to Bakugo with half an excited grin.

That's his name, Bakugo. I learned it yesterday. I don't really care for it. I'm sure I could come up with something much better.

He scoots away from me, giving me the side eye. The moment is so intense, it's like I can feel the rage radiating off of his skin. It's absolutely amazing.

Kirishima clears his throat. "I was just talking to Bakugo about your teleportation," he says, "It's kind of exciting to be in a class with someone with such a rare type of quirk."

I smile.

It's nice to be reminded that other people think teleporting is as awesome as I do. Living in the shadows makes me forget how awesome my quirk really is, and it's nice to hear that from someone else.

Bakugo suddenly stands up, looking like he's about to leave.

"Whoa, where you goin, Bakubro?" says Kirishima.

Bakubro? Oh my god. Why didn't I think of that?! Now I'm gonna have to come up with a better one.

"I'm leaving," Bakugo replies, glaring at me.

No! I can't let him leave! This is the highlight of my whole day!

"Good luck finding anywhere to sit," I chime, hoping the cafeteria is as full now as it was by this time yesterday.

He rolls his eyes and sits back down, then turns his head to look at me. "Why do you always follow me around?!" he shouts, "Have I not made it clear that I want nothing to do with you?!"

I do my best not to break out the most satisfied smile of all time. "Like I said, there was nowhere else to sit," I lie. And just like that, I feel my stomach begin to turn.

Oh no.

"Well, don't worry, Kai. You can sit here with us now," Kirishima insists. "We'd love to have you!"

I force a smile. "Thanks, Kirishima."

"Anyway, about your quirk," he continues, "You have a distance limit on your teleportation?"

"Um... yeah, I um..." My stomach churns and lurches as it twists tightly into knots. "I can't go any farther than 14 meters at a time," I somehow manage to say without gagging.

"Is that your only limitation?" asks Sero.

I swallow my spit, trying to keep down my breakfast. "Pretty much, yeah."

"And you can teleport other people?" says Kaminari.

I take a deep breath in, trying to settle the acids sloshing around my insides. "And objects."

"That's amazing!" says Kirishima. "What are your parents' quirks?"

Fuck. Not my parents. Questions about them make me sick even if I don't lie about it.

"Um," I mutter. I'm about one question away from blowing chunks all over these guys. "They're both quirkless, actually."

"That's dope, so you're a first gen! I bet your kids' quirks are gonna be OP."

"You bet your ass!" I say, trying my hardest to force a smile through the agonizing nausea.

They go on to talk amongst themselves, and I take that as an opportunity to make a B-line for the bathroom.

I try to seem casual while walking through the cafeteria, but by the time I make it to the hall, I'm sprinting.

When I eventually reach the bathroom, I don't even have time to make it to a stall. I get to the trashcan as fast as I can, and after what's seemed like ages of agony, I finally allow myself to throw up.

A lot.

When it's finally over, tears streaming down my face and a bitter taste in my mouth, I get a text.

-How's day 2?

Bastard. This is all his fault. Making me of all people go undercover. I'm not built for this. Yes, I'm a villain. But I'm a thief. A bandit. A burglar. A pirate.

   Not a liar.