The Poisonous Feather // MHA x DSMP

Principal's office

Tommy sat straight up, eyes opened widely as he looked around the room in distress. His eyes focused on the doors, looking for any visible damage but he couldn't find anything. He glanced at the window close to him, also failing to notice any damage or mask that could mean that someone broke in. Feeling a little relieved, he let himself take a deep breath in to calm down and slow down his heart beat.
Still shaken up from the nightmare, he threw his legs off the bed and hid his face in his hands. Despite having a good and long enough sleep, the nightmare was enough to wake him up to the fullest. Seconds later, the familiar alarm went off and he imidiatelly turned it off, feeling a growing pain in his head.

And as much as he wished to lay back and stay in the warm bed, he knew he couldn't. After all, today was Monday and unfortunately, first day of school for him. Sure, it started some time ago but due to his situation he was joining it now. Also, UA still had to get his papers ready and he had to memorize some parts of it. And god did he not want to do it. It seemed like a lot of work and Tommy truly didn't feel like doing anything expect for laying in bed and occasionally outstretching his wings in the cooling wind.
Still, he forced himself to get out of bed and walk towards the closet to get some clothes. Fortunately, he did not have to wear any unform for today, since it was more like a tour of the School for him so he wouldn't get lost tomorrow. What he dreaded was the fact that Aizawa wouldn't be able to accompany him most of the time since he has to take care of his class, which he already left alone for less than two weeks because of Tommy. And let's say teachers were tired of Aizawa's class by now.
Without doubt, Tommy grabbed a single hoodie with small guitar in the front and a pair of trousers before taking a last glance at his reflection in the body mirror that hung on his wall. Upon opening the doors to the main hall, he couldn't help but miss the comfy bed that awaited for him in his oh so loved room. Why did Aizawa do that to him? He was responsible enough to take care of himself. Most of the time.

Walking into the kitchen, he noticed Aizawa still in his weird ass sleeping bag who send him a lazy look before grumping something.

"Make yourself breakfast, tea is already waiting" Aizawa said, receiving a single nod as thanks before he zipped his sleeping bag to the top.

Tommy chuckled, taking a sip of his tea which resulted in him burning his tongue and hissing in pain. He put the mug down, hands flying over to his mouth as he cried out still feeling the hot sensation on his poor tongue.

"Be careful, the tea is hot" Aizawa said but the hint of amusement was visible in his voice.

"I would appreciate it if you said it earlier" Tommy mumbled, bitting down onto his tongue in hope to get rid of the pain.

Aizawa smirked into his scarf, shaking his head at the clueless child in his kitchen. Surely, his parents taught him about all this shit, right? Still, it was rather funny to watch as the kid tried to fight the urge to curse at Aizawa.
Ignoring the living caterpillar, Tommy took out a bowl and decided to just make some cereals because he had no idea what else to do.

"Are you eating my cereals again?" Aizawa asked, silence filling the room when Tommy didn't answer him.

"...no?" Tommy hesitantly said, bitting down on his bottom lip to fight off the smile creeping onto his lips.

"Are you 100% sure kid?" Aizawa tried once again.

Tommy stayed silent for a moment, deciding on what he should say.

"No.." he mumbled, already devouring a spoon full of cereals.

"..."

"..."

"You're terrible at lying" Aizawa said while unzipping his sleeping bag.

Tommy barely managed to swallow the cereals left in his mouth without choking on them.