In Bloom (Reader x Bakugou Katsuki fic)

Untitled Part 17

A/N: I once again gotta apologize for how i write Aizawa, i need to read more fics with him so i can get a better grip on his characterization but whatever enojoyyyy

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You spent Sunday holed up in your room, not having the energy or desire to even try and be social with your classmates. You got a few texts checking in on you, you did your best to answer them but, honestly, even that felt like a lot. So, after the first few, you figured they could talk to each other and figure it out. Your friends seemed to understand you didn't have the brain space to worry about it, too consumed thinking over and over the events at the mall and what it would mean for you.

At around dinner-time, there was a loud, incessant knocking on your door. You ignored it, but whoever was on the other side was not stopping.

So, finally, you got up. The person on the other side must have heard you coming to open it because the knocking stopped. You opened the door, trying to keep a neutral expression to not worry whoever was on the other side, only to find no one. You peeked your head out to look down the hall, just catching familiar terrible posture and spiky blonde hair as he headed into the elevator. You frowned, but honestly, as good as he made you feel, you didn't have it in you to call after him. Then you noticed he'd left something at the foot of your door.

A steaming cup of water beside a closed cup of ramen noodles, a hot sauce bottle beside it. Oh. You felt your face flush and quickly grabbed the plate he'd put it on, closing the door behind you with a little more force than you intended.

You put the tray on your desk, covering your warm cheeks with your hands. Doing your best not to think about the increased pace of your heart and what it might mean. You thought about texting him thanks but figured you'd see him tomorrow and just do it in person. You made your noodles, able to keep them a little crunchy just like you liked them because of the separate water.

It was a good distraction for a little from your worries.

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You stayed after class to speak with Aizawa. Waiting to say anything to him until the last students shuffled out of the classroom for lunch.

He regarded you with a tired look, waiting for you to speak as you approached his desk, wringing your hands. Once again having to remind yourself that Reflector hadn't warned you not to tell anyone about his "visit" or what he said. So this didn't break anything. He wouldn't spill your secret or hurt anyone.

But it was strange. Were you then playing into their hands somehow? Did they want the heroes aware that they could reach you or that they were around, preparing something? It didn't matter. You needed to tell Aizawa. You didn't want to risk getting in trouble, getting kicked out again. Not now, when you were finally starting to really feel like you could belong. So, at last, with a deep breath, you began.

"Remember how you told me Reflector escaped?"

He nodded in response, showing no change of emotion.

"Well, at the mall the other day, he got in contact with me."

At that Aizawa's bored look changed to be one of careful concern. "Was anyone hurt?"

You quickly shook your head. "He just wanted me to listen to a recorded message from my mom." You kept your eyes on his desk, unable to look this hero, who you owed so much to, in the eyes as you have to acknowledge your lineage. Your past.

"We knew it was only a matter of time before they made contact with you. Thank you for coming to me with this so quickly y/n."

That had you looking back up in surprise. He was so nonchalant. Not angry in the slightest at your connection to these dangerous villains.