A/N: I can't believe I wrote this chapter with my own two hands AND edited it with my own two eyes. TW: cringe, nerds in love, waaaay too much sappiness going on. Like, "I want to make sure I remember your voice when I can't hear it anymore." ??? Who writes that kind of unhinged shit??? Anyways. You've been warned.
Classes had resumed, but after class Aizawa had been rushing back to the hospital to be with Eri, so our private quirk tutoring hadn't yet resumed. I was still practicing on my own, which I was halfway decent at when I had a direct source of sensation. I'd practice in the armchair, or at night when we were falling asleep, but ever since that day when I'd been pinned to the concrete under Elias, I hadn't been able to do it by myself yet.
It gnawed at me though, and if I wasn't so wrapped up in being in love, it might have driven me entirely mad. But Eri was getting discharged and Aizawa informed me that our private tutoring was resuming. I was excited to report my findings and successes. I knew he'd be proud of me.
I bounced all the way down to our private basement classroom distracted enough to get slightly lost but giddily enough not to feel slighted by it. When I recognized the hallway itself, I nearly ran for the door.
"Hey teach, you'll never guess what," I announced as I pushed the door open, but when I got a good look at the room and the people seated at the table, our table, the words stopped and my smile faded. Elias and Demon were there, which wasn't necessarily a shock as much as an annoyance, but Bakugo?
That was enough to fly me right back into fight mode. "What the fuck are you doing to him?"
"Nothing!" Bakugo shouted, his face immediately disgusted.
"Ha! Baby!" Demon cackled, probing a hand at him that got a prompt, explosive deterrent.
"Shut the hell up already!" He pulled his arm back, but the cackling continued.
"See?" Elias said, turning to Bakugo. "Protective partner."
"Enough," Aizawa told all three of them in a tone that suggested that it was not the first time. I allowed that to bring me some comfort, but I was still hovering by the door. His dark eyes found me and they were outlined by tired purple circles, but they were more alert than usual. "Stronghold,"
"What are they doing here?" I demanded.
"I have a thought," Elias answered.
"No, you don't," I told him dismissively, before looking to Aizawa. I switched to Japanese and tried to steady my tone so that Elias and Demon wouldn't understand how desperate I was in my pleading. "I don't know what it is, but it's a bad idea."
"I think it's worth a shot," Aizawa told me.
His eyes, as usual, were honest. I took a few deep breaths and wondered if I trusted him and Bakugo more than I didn't trust Demon and Elias. If I was contrasting love for one versus hate for the other, this would be a snap decision, but trust? That was a dicey situation and I didn't even know how much I could trust myself to find the right answer, even with unlimited contemplation.
But what choice did I have?
"What's the idea?" I asked reluctantly, taking a seat at the table.
"We try to recalibrate you," Elias said, grinning.
"That's," I started to say. Impossible, was the end of that sentence, but it got caught in my throat as I started choking on realization.
"Impossible?" Elias asked, reading my mind, just like he always did. He turned to Bakugo and his grin widened. "Not necessarily."
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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
