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

Chapter 14.2.

After my 2 days of homelessness, it was time to go in for the night. Not like I had training with Aizawa to worry about, after all.

At 6:55, after washing my uniform at the laundrette, I holed up in the janitor's closet. Finally, some peace and quiet from the noise and stress of the day.

Of course, I never usually got much of a chance at peace.

"Agh! I fell back against the floor, hitting my head, to see a very confused Bakugo Katsuki, dressed in what looked like painter's clothes, holding the door open with a bunch of tools in his hand.

"...What the fuck?" He whispered, putting down the tools.

"Uh- shit- let me explain-" I quickly got up, dusting myself up.

"Is that a phone charger? And your uniform on the shelf?" I looked behind at the suspicious scene before him. I was dressed in joggers and a hoodie.

"Well-"

"Are you fucking living here?!" He questioned with a shrillness in his voice, produced by complete and utter shock.

"Uh... Just for the last couple of nights-" He cut me off yet again.

"For the last couple of nights?! Are you... homeless?!" He exclaimed.

"Shhh!!!" I yanked him inside, shutting the door. We barely had enough room to stand.

"Listen. My parents kicked me out, so this is it for me. My only other choice is some kind of women's shelter, which is definitely going to have no room, or be way too far from school." I explained quietly.

"And you're too old for the police to force them to keep you."  He began to calm down, thank the stars.

"Precisely. So... This is my situation. Please, I am begging you with everything I have Katsuki, to not tell a single soul. Because they will expel me for living here and throw me in some horrible shelter, because I have literally no one to stay with. Please." I pleaded with the boy. He grumbled, looking at the floor.

"Fine." He agreed.

"Why the hell are you here anyways, Katsuki?" I suddenly realised.

"I blew up a hole in the wall in the canteen, so Nezu decided the best punishment would be for me to repair it after schools. He just told me to grab whatever I wanted from this closet, which I did, and be out by 7 every day or-"

To my abject horror, a sound of a click and buzzing interrupted him.

"What was that?" He asked. I checked my phone. Sure enough, 7pm.

"The alarm turning on, Katsuki. Now, what did Nezu say happens after 7pm?" I asked, trying to maintain any kind of calm, whilst our chests were pretty much pressed up against each other's in the cramped confines of the closet. Thanks to the damn industrial metal shelves lining the walls.

"... That if it gets set off, pretty much the entire armed police force and any available hero nearby will turn up." We stared wide-eyed at each other, me craning my neck to look at him.

"Fuuuuuck." I wanted to die at this realisation.

"When does the fucking alarm turn off then?!" He whisper-yelled, the reality now setting in.

"5:00. That's the earliest I've gone out, because the janitor comes at 5:30. I pointed to the schedule on the door.

"You're fucking kidding me." He put his face in his hands. Hey, at least he didn't seem to be insulting me yet. Maybe he had some sympathy.

"Is there one in this hall?" He had a sense of urgency. I nodded to his dismay. I knew exactly where the cameras and sensors were now.

"Fuck. You're just going to have to get out, Katsuki. Explain to them you lost track of the time when putting your stuff away after doing the repairs, and once you came out, the alarms went off." He shook his head.