The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Part 2: Chapter 18.

"Well... Shit." I sunk into the couch a little bit more, my heart beginning to pound. Everyone else stared at me in confusion.

"You ok?" Katsuki asked quietly. Fear began to pierce me. Was I really scared? I shouldn't be fucking scared of this guy. Although, now that he's killed a whole lot of people I am definitely scared.

No, not scared. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have ever let him leave this place in one piece. These people were dead because of me.

Women, children, fathers- innocent victims.

"Uh... Fuck- I, I need to go." I quickly got up, not looking back. The panic started to set in.

"Hey, wait-" Todoroki said from behind. I kept walking, his voice becoming white noise.

'Fuckfuckfuckfuck' I ran off towards the roof, my leg wound aching angrily, desperate for some solitude and some fresh air. And maybe for the stars to calm me down. Throwing the doors open, I gasped for breath.

"Shit, shit, shit shit shit-" My mind poured out of my mouth a million miles a minute.

"Fuck, I'm so fucking stupid, I-I should have had him arrested that day- it's all my fucking fault-" My voice strained. I thought back to that day the bastard tried to kill me in my own dorm room.

"Fuck you, God!!! Give me a fucking break!!!" I pleaded with the twinkling stars, as pissed off at them as ever. Until a strange voice interrupted me.

"Uh... Hey?" A boy sitting on the ledge with a DS console chimed in.

"Uh- Hi." Upon closer inspection, it was a boy from the 1-C block. Our dorms were attached, so it made sense for him to be there.

"Oh fuck, I-I remember you." I said in between breaths.

"You're- you're Shinso, right?" His purple hair waved around in the wind, only lit up by the moonlight.

"...Yeah. L/N?" He said with a raised brow. I was still completely panicking, but maybe starting to calm down at this point.

"Yeah. Hey- uh, sorry about the festival. I mean I robbed you of a spot in the hero class but hey!" I said sheepishly, shivering.

"No hard feelings. What's up with you?" He gestured for me to sit. Of course, I obliged.

"Um- fuck." I felt my heart quickening again.

"I- my parents, they-they're in the news. And, I, just don't- It's my fault-" I couldn't fucking breathe.

Ropes wrapping around my chest.

Clawing desperately for air.

"Woah, okay, pause. Take a breath. Count your breaths. Can you do that?" He said in a deep tone, way too deep for a 15-year-old.

"I- I don't-" I was cut off by the feeling of nothingness washing over me. An amazing calm. Next thing I knew, I was back to normal.

"Sorry. I used my quirk on you." I raised a brow at the boy.

"Really? That's amazing... Thanks." I sat back, relieved from the lack of dread and pressure on my chest. Next to me, Shinso scrolled through his phone.

"Shit... This one?" I looked up to him holding up an article about my dad.

"Yeah." I stared into the distance.

This was my fault.

"Well, that's pretty fucked up- sorry, wrong choice of words. Sorry for your loss." He put a hand on my back.

"Nah. Fuck them both. They abused me my whole fucking life. Why should I feel sad she's dead?" I thought back to seeing her in that shop on the day of the concert. I knew he would kill her eventually, and I did nothing to stop it. That was my last chance to see her.