My Only Sunshine || BakugoxSoftReader ||

35 - Hiccups

What gave away your location was the hiccups. They were heart-wrenching and loud. He was surprised you were still on school grounds, especially in the classroom. But, thinking back, it was a smart move. Considering it would be vacant until well past lunch, it was the perfect hiding spot for those few hours.

You sat at Bakugo's desk, resting on your elbows with your hands on your face, your back hunched over heaving every gasp you made after every sob. You were trembling, and tears seeped down your arms.

You didn't hear him enter, but after a few seconds Aizawa called out your name, "(L/n)"

You almost jumped out of your seat and stared widely at your teacher. Eyes red with dark rings, lines, and creases formed eyebags. Your skin was nearly translucent at this point.

Has she always looked this tired?

Your lips trembled, but they tried to form words, even after all your attempts, you could only mumble out snotty sounds.

Aizawa handed you a tissue, a box resting for any student to use. You hesitantly took it and wiped away whatever wet or slimy residue was left on your face. Small tears still managed to leak out occasionally, your eyes remained on the desk. Aizawa sighed heavily. 

He sat at the desk adjacent to you, rested his elbows on his knees, and cupped his hands together, watching you intently.

His voice was firm, yet as he spoke to you, it felt calming. As if he demanded to know, with the consideration of your feelings in the mixture as well. He had to know what happened, to help you.

"What happened."

You stared at him for a few moments, your eyes feeling hot again from more tears. "N-nothing." You managed to push out.

"It's just been... a long day."

"Having a difficult day doesn't make someone want to suddenly assault their teacher," You flinched at those words, " something has been going on."

He tilted his head, leaned back into the seat, and stared at the ceiling for a moment, "It was you on the train. Wasn't it?"

You flinched again, staring at the teacher beside you. You didn't answer.

"Why didn't you inform the school? We could've helped you with this matter."

"It doesn't matter anymore." You solemnly uttered.

"Why's that?"

"Isn't it obvious? Look at me. I'm a wreck... I'm dangerous. I can't control this quirk. I'll just hurt more people than saving them..."

He hummed monotonously. Not speaking for a few moments, "Maybe. Maybe you are dangerous. Maybe you are made to be a villain. Maybe you will kill a lot more people and be the next villain that everyone fears. You will destroy schools and homes, you will cause destruction wherever you go. Maybe you are a dangerous villain."

You glanced at him, the feeling of your heart shattering as he agreed with you. "Or maybe that's just what you think."

"Huh?" You stared at him shocked.

"What you're doing now... is only making you weaker. And the more you convince yourself that you are the villain, the more you become one. You must take your goals and steer them in the direction that only benefits you, never the voices that try to deceive you."

The voice...

"At the end of the day, young (Y/n), you are the only one who decides who you are. And letting these thoughts get in the way of the end goal is foolish."

"Se-sensei..."

"What those men did to you wasn't you're fault. But you have to take responsibility for how you handle your future."

Your eyes hurt and your head throbbed from the previous crying, and as the new large blobs of tears rolled down, you didn't mind.

You faced him completely now, eyes wide and glassy, your voice again wobbly from emotion.

"Sensei... Sensei I'm so sorry... I didn't... I wasn't... I wasn't thinking... I was just so angry... I didn't know what to do."

He sighed deeply, watching as you broke down, head resting on your lap and crossed arms. "It's alright. "

"I'm such a crybaby..."

Eventually, you calmed down with nearly an entire box of tissues finished in the end. You both stood in the classroom, Aizawa glancing over at his sleeping bag. You didn't quite know what to do.

He reminded you of your father. A certain calmness in his presence was so comforting. You looked up to this man, you wanted to make him proud of you. Strangely, he was the closest father figure you had.

Words stirred up in your chest but you didn't want to say them.

"Mr. Aizawa? Will I be in trouble?"

He paused for a moment, "No. But if it's alright, I would like to inform the school of what's been happening. And for you to talk to the school counselor regularly. "

You didn't like the idea of a counselor, or the school knowing your trauma. But you trusted Aizawa and knew in the future it would be beneficial.

"Okay..."

You paused again but only for a moment, " Sensei... Thank you for talking to me, I'm grateful that you..." You sniffed a little,  and although you tried to fight back the tears again, you were sure there wasn't any left, " -that you helped me through this."

He placed his hand on your shoulder, it was funny for you, because you expected the crushing weight of All Might's hand, but it wasn't. During this entire conversation, he barely changed his tone or facial expression, even that same deadpan expression. It was endearing in a way. And even though you appreciated his help, you couldn't help but get prickles when he touched you.

"You'll do well, young (L/N)."

"Now, you go get some rest in the infirmary. I have to get back to class."