The next day, I figured Kiri would still be sick. Actually, that is a lie. I figured he'd pull himself out of bed and pretend he'd made a miraculous recovery due to not wanting to let me down. That, or he'd still think morning training could be a fun thing for all three of us. Either way, I didn't bother setting an alarm. Which was all for nought, apparently, because I woke up bright and early anyways, with the sound of a knock on my dorm room door.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my fists, incredibly annoyed at this boy's resilience and commitment. When another knock came, I rolled myself out of bed walked over to the door, fully prepared to send Kiri back to bed, or link my arm through his and take him if he really put up a fight. But when I pulled it open, it was Bakugo standing there.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I said, taking a jerky step back.
"You didn't show up," he said, looking down at my baggy shirt and shorts in place of training clothes.
"Kiri's sick," I told him.
"I'm not," he shrugged. And then, his eyes flared with some type of victory as he added, "I know you're not either."
"I'm supposed to leave you alone," I said, holding a hand out.
"I want to see if I can hit you again," he admitted. My hand instinctively went to where the mark had been yesterday, but his eyes were on my mouth as his own started to rise on one side.
"I can't get expelled," I put my hand back out. "I'm sorry."
"Tch," he shook his head, scoffing. "Look,"
"I don't trust you." The words fell out of my mouth, coming from some unknown place. Not where my words normally came from.
"You don't trust me?" His face crumpled with confusion, and paused for a second, shaking his head more. He then looked up at me, glaring furiously. "You almost killed me."
"No, I didn't," I said honestly, applying density into my hand. I pushed his chest back with just my fingertips, just enough to get him out of my doorway. "Fuck off."
I closed the door and locked it. I didn't hear footsteps right away. I held my breath until they came, and when they did, I gasped for my next breath. I then turned and slid down the door until I was seated against it, cradling my hand, wondering whether it was my imagination or not that time. I hid in my room for the rest of the day, not wanting a single opportunity to find out.
After making it through the next day without a single urge to play the chair game, I made my way to the secret basement classroom for private tutoring with Aizawa. He was still very unimpressed with me, and even though he didn't voice it, his eyes gave him away. Regardless, I climbed up onto the bed we'd borrowed from the infirmary and got ready for my nap.
I thought maybe I was waiting to get a second scolding, but I was thinking about it again. I was thinking about the warmth and what the sky looked like when I hit the ground on the other side of the clearing and the shape of the bruise and what it looked like compared to the other one, and how he might have managed to pull that off with a single hit, and then I tasted metal. My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth and watched blood hit my chest right before everything went black.
When I woke up this time, I wasn't in the basement room anymore. I looked to either side, and found myself in a bed identical to the one I'd fallen asleep in, but now I was in a row of them. Aizawa was standing over me, wide eyed and flaring with fear and relief, and there was a small old woman beside him. She looked calm but pleased at my awakening.
"You're awake," Aizawa commented, seeming more relieved than I expected.
"Was I out for long?" I asked him.
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Supernova
Fanfiction"That being said, my sentiments were genuine. I've always thought of you as a Supernova." It gets dark, so read at your own risk. Started 20/04/22
