On My Mind - S. Aizawa

Chapter Seven

Terrifies Me!

Y/n's Pov:

After the USJ incident, I finally learned the name of that place, everything shifted a bit.

I've noticed some people treating Class 1-A a bit different. Mostly just stares and whispers.

Class 1-A didn't seem to mind it though. They continued on with their lives.

Since Eraserhead is in the hospital I was told I had to substitute his homeroom.

When I asked why Nezu said no one else could do it. What a liar.

It's only been two days and I'm already tired of this. I don't know how the others can do this.

Bakugo has tried to kill Midoriya eight times in the last two days. I thank Kirishima for being there and holding him back.

Although one time he did slip out but luckily Midoriya can run fast.

When I got to the classroom door I took a deep breath. This won't be as bad as the last two days.

I walked into the classroom and saw the students screaming and running around.

I sighed. Well Shit.

I stood behind the podium and pulled my whistle out of my pocket. I blew it and they all turned their heads towards me.

"Do I have to do this every day?" I waited for one of them to respond. "Only until Mr. Aizawa comes back."

Everyone looked at Kaminari, the one who said that. I flatly smiled. "Alright, Eraserhead left a training thing to do so-"

Hagakure raised her hand or actually, I only saw the arm of her uniform go up.

"Why do you call Mr. Aizawa by his hero name?" It's never questions about relevant thing.

"I don't know. I just do. Anyway-" I was interrupted. "Ms. L/n how old are you?"

I sighed. "Twenty-seven. The paper says y'all should-" I was interrupted once again.

"So you're an old hag." Everyone went silent. Then 'oohed'. I looked over at who said it.

Bakugo. "Since you're so chatty, stop by my office." He made a weird tch noise and rolled his eyes.

That just made it worst. "If you don't, one-month detention." His eyes went wide.

"What the hell?!" I gave him a serious look. "Want to make it two?" He glared at me but sat back.

I looked at everyone else. I took a deep breath. "Alright, the paper Eraserhead left says that-"

Who is it now?!

The door opened and the man himself walked in. Everyone was silent. Iida stood up.

"Mr. Aizawa I'm glad to see you're okay!" You call that okay?! I mean he's literally limping!

I didn't waste any time. "Glad to see your... Okay, I'm leaving." I gave him the paper and left.

I've tortured myself enough for today.

•

I was finishing work from last week when someone opened my door.

I sighed, of course. "Eraserhead, is there something you need?" He walked over to my desk.

"Yes, I'm assuming you heard about the upcoming Sports festival." I nodded. "Yep heard this afternoon."

He nodded. "Nezu has asked the teachers to help with preparations."

Damn it.

I don't want to do more work than I have to. Especially if I'm not getting paid for it.

"Okay, I'll be there." I expected him to leave but he didn't. "Is there something else?" He nodded.

"It's your turn to ask a question." I looked at him confused until I realized he was talking about the hospital thing.

"I thought it was just one question." He shrugged. "It was one question. Now you can ask one question today."

What is your play Eraserhead?

"Alright, what are you doing here?" He looked at me confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're supposed to be resting. But instead, you're here at work. Why?" I waited for his answer.

"It's tiring in the hospital. I just don't like it." There's a deeper meaning. There always is.

But I won't push it.

I nodded. He still didn't leave. "What?" I asked. "I'm thinking of a question." I laughed a bit.

"Is this twenty-one questions?" He didn't answer my question and shook his head. "It's not your turn." I sighed.

"Alright, I got it." I motioned for him to go on. "What's your quirk?" I wanted to lie.

I wanted to tell him I had a normal quirk. An ordinary quirk, one that would be listed as basic.

But I didn't.

"Why does it matter?" He shook his head again. "Not your turn." I sighed. "I call it memory control."

He didn't say anything for a moment. "What exactly is that?" I smiled and stood up.

"One question remember." He wasn't happy with that. I laughed as put my papers away.

"You started the game. You can end it." He shook his head. "No, I'll just wait for my next turn."

I nodded. "Alright, well it's getting late. I'm off." I grabbed my bag and was about to leave when he spoke.

"Eventually we'll know a lot about each other." I stopped and looked at him.

"Yeah, are you ready for that?" He didn't answer me. I really didn't need one.

I left and headed to the bus. When it arrived I sat down and looked out the window.

Our conversation replayed in my head. It kept replaying until I finally get home.

When I entered I put my bag away and got into some comfortable clothes. I prepared myself for bed.

I turned off the lights and laid in my bed. But I couldn't fall asleep. My brain wont stop thinking.

'Are you ready for that?' I'm not. I know I'm not but I can't help but want to go further with this.

I'm curious just like him. But of course, that has to come at a price. For a past, I've tried so hard to forget.

To resurface.

There's a chance it will. Actually no, it will happen. Because unfortunately, you can't tell a story properly unless you tell the important parts.

And that terrifies me.

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