Stolen Storm

Sheltered

Denki looks at you and Pony, then sighs.

"Nothing suspicious is going on between Y/n and I."

Pony crosses her arms. "How do you expect anyone to believe that when she's talking crazy the way she is?!" Tetsutetsu sticks up for you. "Hey, hey, just wait a minute, okay? Y/n doesn't hear what she's saying the same way we hear it." Your stomach turns as he says that.

•Did I miss something again?•

..you think as you look up at him, concern drawn in your eyes. Pony scoffs. "Tch. She's fifteen! You mean to tell me she doesn't know what she's doing? As if!"

Mina interrupts. "Denki. Just explain." His cheeks grow pink with embarrassment. "Y/n has just been giving me extra help. With school. I just said that I was helping her so no one would know.. And Pony, I told you about this literally yesterday." Pony's face showed her recollection. "Oh.. I forgot.." Denki didn't look so happy. "I'm sure you did."

She turns the attention away from her. "That doesn't explain what she's on about! Multiple girlfriends? What's your excuse for that, huh?" Denki looks at you. "I couldn't tell you." Now all eyes were in your direction. You look at Kendo. "I don't understand what I said wrong?" you whisper. She leans into your ear. "To her, it sounds like your saying Kaminari has multiple romantic girlfriends. That upsets her because she's his romantic girlfriend. Not platonic." Your eyes widen. "Are you kidding me?" you whisper yell. She shakes her head and pats your back.

Pony was just about ready to impale you with one of her horns. Monoma comes to the rescue. "Alright, listen folks. Our Y/n just got a little mixed up, is all! She didn't realize that you and Denki are romantic! So she was thinking girl-friend."

Pony gives you a weird look. She didn't seem angry anymore, but it still felt condescending. Others were looking at you weird too, but it was more so out of confusion. You turn your head in Sero and Bakugou's direction but don't say anything. They both made eye contact for a second.

•I'm so stupid•

"She's fifteen and still making the mistakes of a five year old?" Pony questions. Again, Tetsutetsu goes to defend you. "You don't know her, okay? She's just—" You cut in. "Sheltered. I'm really sheltered. My bad for the inconveniece." You walk off and throw on your hood.

Times like this were especially embarrassing. Social awareness was at the bottom of your skill list and that said a lot since you tended to be good at so many things. But you felt so behind everyone else anyway.

They understood things you struggled to.

You hadn't grown up on all the same shows they had. You didn't get all the same toys. You hadn't gotten a lot of the same experiences. Because you were trapped in captivity for eleven years.

Most of the time, you could put it in the back of your mind, but other times it really bothered you.

Because nothing was relatable.

Anyways, you head for Aizawa's classroom. He stepped out for a minute but you stayed in there the rest of lunch regardless. He came back right as you were leaving. "Oh, hi. What were you doing here?" You don't stop to talk. "Nothing. Gotta get to class now. Bye, Dad."

He immediately knew something was up, but would investigate later at home.

None of your classmates brought up the situation for the rest of the day. Well, except for one time. After all the classes ended, Denki pulls you aside. "If this is about earlier, then forget about it." you say, predicting the conversation. He rubs his neck. "I guess you could say I'm predictable, hah.." You nod. "Mhm.." He still seemed concerned. "I'm sorry, though, really." You shake your head. "Don't sweat it. I'm not holding a grudge." You turn to walk away but could sense his mouth opening again. "And don't worry. I'll still tutor you one on one." You look over your shoulder and see he was quiet. "Come on. Everyone else is waiting." He follows you, his cheerfulness restored.

The class progresses in learning the dance routine. They repeat it over and over until they were all making mistakes that were only minor. "Oh my God. Before I forget again-" You look at Aoyama and motion him over. "Hey, I totally meant to tell you. You can dance with the girls if you want to. I noticed you were memorizing their moves while you watched them. It would honestly even out better. So, only if you want, you can join them." His face lights up so bright that it sparkles, or maybe he just does that. But he accepts instantly. "Yes, please! That would be fabulous!" You gesture to where the girls stood and he skips over.

Now, you spoke to everyone. "Okay, guys. You're all doing really well. Great Job. Miss J said that we could add and tweek the dance a little bit. So, if anyone has anything they want to do, let me know and I'll help the best I can." 

They instantly start buzzing, and a second later, you hear a couple voices calling your name. "Y/n how about-" and "Y/n what if-" and "Y/n we should try-" You hush them all. "Wait! Think it all through first and then talk to me."

You pull out your phone which was vibrating. "Plus I have a call so give me a minute."

You walk over to stand by the wall on the phone.

Your heart sank so fast just after a couple words.

This voice. It couldn't be. No way. How?

And as the person kept talking, you became even more unsettled, to the point where your hands couldn't steady themselves. The call drops right before your phone drops from your hand.

You weren't moving. It couldn't be true.

You hear your name yelled from across the room. Denki, of course, with another idea.

You hurry to grab your phone and call Aizawa. A finger goes up to keep Denki waiting. You speedily whisper a mouthful to him through the phone, becoming more and more anxious.

He was quiet for a second and it freaked you out. "Say something!" you were practically begging.

He sighs. "It's probably true. Listen, come home early and tell Kaminari you can't tutor today."

Had you not known your class was just behind your back, you would've been screaming in disbelief.

"O-Okay.. I'm coming right now."

The second you hang up and turn around to head out, your vision is engulfed by piping hot flames.