Sunday passed by equally lazily and calmly. Most of my classmates were preparing and packing for their own work studies, which gave me the liberty of avoiding most conversations about my imminent death or the two ghosts of my past that kept waltzing their way into the dorm common space whenever they felt like it.
Bakugo and I hid out in his room for most of the day, me leaning against the headboard, typing out a recalibration plan and report template in case Aizawa asked for one, or in case I might need to prove that I had a reason to spend the new couple weeks kicking the shit out of Elias, Bakugo on the armchair, flipping through whatever book he had pulled off his bookshelf, lifting every so often to replace it and pick up a new one, or to come over to the bed, close my laptop, indifferent to the sentence I might be in the middle of typing, pulling me into him. In these pauses, we'd lay there, fully clothed, breathing together, and it was juvenile and innocent and foreign, and I loved it.
When my phone went off, yelping at me to make my way downstairs, time to shovel some noodles or meat or handfuls of roasted nuts into my mouth, wash it down with Devil's Coffee, I was a good girl. It may have been solely with the motivation to keep Elias and Demon the fuck out of my house, but it was also a little to keep the nervous flares out of the red eyes that accompanied me into the kitchen while I did so. By the time the sun was going down, I lost count of how many books Bakugo had flown through, (and was he some kind of speed reader or what, because what the hell?), and the plan and template was finished, so I closed my laptop and tried to move to the window but he grabbed my wrist and the nervous flares were back. My fingers didn't end up moving to the latch or lifting my body onto the fire escape or the roof and instead I let him pull the covers up onto my shoulder and fell asleep with warmth radiating through my face and everywhere else.
The next morning, I did dip out of the window, across the roof, and into my own room to change and pull my hair up. I was feeling a little bad about sneaking out, hoping that Bakugo hadn't read every single book on his shelves in one day, and that he'd have something to do to pass the time while everyone else was out at their work studies. But then I left my room, locked the door, and found him standing at the end of the hallway, near the elevators.
Waiting for me.
"What are you doing?" I asked him. It was a curious question, even though I already knew the answer.
"I'm coming with you," he told me. His eyes were so vibrant, even before the hallway lights had switched into their daytime brightness.
"You can walk me down," I countered.
His mouth clicked, but he didn't say anything else.
When we rounded the corner, there were two figures standing near where Kiri usually waited for me in the morning. For a split second, it surprised me, and then annoyed me, as I had told Demon and Elias to wait in the training gym we'd been allotted for this work study. But as my eyes focused and the kneejerk reaction had passed, I saw Aizawa. And much to my surprise, he had Todoroki with him. The way they turned and look at me seemed like they were waiting for me, and as I watched them just a fraction of a second longer, I could see that they were waiting for me. No, not me. Us.
"Stronghold," Aizawa started, his voice his usual exhausted, but laced with something else.
"Hey teach," I said, stopping in the doorway. I raised my eyebrows and lifted my chin. "Can't talk. I'm on my way to meet my work study interns."
"I'm aware." He sighed. "You're taking these two with you."
"Absolutely not."
"Their remedial classes are in the evenings only," he said, cutting me off. "During the day, I want them to do unofficial work studies with you in place of lectures."
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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
