LOST // BAKUGO X OC

Another Ally

Estelle wondered why she bothered to stay at UA when she barely had time to attend class. She guessed it didn't matter anyway, considering she would be leaving and her grades would be useless, but Estelle kept up where she could. The female knew she was incredibly behind, but what could she do when so much attention was needed on the outside world?

It wasn't a shock for anyone when her phone rang in class. They had gotten used to overlooking the random chatter in the back of the classroom when her ringtone buzzed. The thing that caught them all off guard was the hopeful look on her face as she hustled out of the room, practically toppling over her two feet without a word.

Strutting down the hallways, Estelle's thoughts ran a mile a minute as she processed the new information. Surprisingly, Endeavour was the one to contact her, but she wasn't complaining; it was a win in her book.

Flying over to the location, Estelle nodded to the flaming male in greeting and gratitude once she anchored. As her wings disappeared from her back, he grunted, "It's good to see you, Estelle."

"You too, old man. Where is he?" she responded, pushing the feeling of conflict aside at the slowly swerving relationship.

"He's around the corner; follow me." Endeavour stated, motioning for her to shadow behind him.

Turning around a few trees, Estelle's head swivelled back and forth as she tried to glimpse the spirit she was looking for. She felt her heart choke as her gaze stopped on a pair of green eyes, and the tightening of her throat prevented her from saying a word.

Picking up her pace, Estelle wasn't surprised to see that the spirit was already in his warrior stance, his four fingers on his heart as he stared straight forward. "General."

"At ease, Lieutenant," Estelle answered softly, mainly in disbelief that her squad's second and final member was standing in front of her. The spirit towered over her, tall and extremely thin within his garments. If he was human, he would be considered malnourished to the point of decay. The most prominent part of his appearance was the blue tint to his elongated ears and barely noticeable and slightly webbed hands. Despite the build, the soul was mighty in battle. He was a Nix, a species of light spirits who lived by the water.

"Oh, Estelle! The horrors I have had to endure without you!"

'Ah, there he is,' Estelle thought wryly as she monotoned, "You survived."

"By the skin of my teeth! The days are murky without your soul's sunlight to shine on my days! Oh, the horror!" The creature replied, his body in a T pose like performing a theatrical reading.

'So overdramatic.'

"Is he like this all the time?" Endeavour grunted, disgust in his voice as he stood a few meters behind them.

"Yes," Estelle deadpanned back. She had forgotten how irksome he could be.

"General! The poems I have written about the battles we have fought! You must join me in the remembrance of our timely conflicts! We must revel in the bloodshed and heartbreak we have weathered! Come, and I will read the tears of my words as we mourn the passing of those we love!"

"Shut up. Please," Estelle whined, a headache already arriving from the meeting.

"The battles, the death, the hardships, the depravity we have suffered!" He cried out, his hand on his face as he raised one leg to his other knee in some weird yoga pose.

Sagging in complete exasperation, Estelle and Endeavour stared at the male as he rattled on about the war in a disturbingly poetic way. Estelle must have blocked out the memories for this single purpose; how did she survive the fight with this idiot? Looking up at Endeavour, the hero seemed to be thinking the same thing as he scrutinised the spirit with disgusted scorn. The grimace on his face was evident as he desperately wished he was no part of this meeting.