Miss One Puncher (BNHA x OPM x Quirkless-Powerful Reader)

15 // Sitting in Silence

Key
Bold Authors Notes or the first word of the chapter.
Italics= thoughts
Bold Underlined = Speaking English
Y/N = Your Name
L/N= Last Name
S/C=Skin Color

Location: Inside of P.R.A (Aizawa's Agency)

*Third POV*

The black-haired female took a seat at one of the cafeteria's large tables within the building. Her chronic eye bags had deepened, a testament to her state of emotional exhaustion. Fatigue was her constant companion, present since childhood, indifferent to the hours she rested. A habit of sleeplessness had taken hold, her body sometimes going days without slumber unintentionally, forcing her to consciously seek rest. Yet, she treasured the moments of sleep and the sustenance she consumed, another of her routines.

Presently, she found herself in the cafeteria, guided there by her teacher for reasons unknown to her, presumably related to food. He instructed her to sit while he attended to an errand. Thus, she sat, uncomfortably comfortably in the chair, supporting her head with a hand propped on the table.

She had shared much with him, omitting, however, the pain endured at the orphanage and other intricate details and anecdotes. She suspected he might be arranging her admission to a mental institution, a rational assumption in her perspective. She imagined he saw her as deranged, yet he simply recognized the extensive trauma she bore.

Thirty minutes elapsed as she remained alone, her gaze wandering, save for the cafeteria staff and a janitor who paid her no heed, absorbed in their tasks.

The sound of the door opening diverted her attention. She noticed her teacher, who was carrying two stacked bento boxes, a pair of water bottles, and an orange envelope with unknown contents.

Aizawa, looking weary, approached and set the bentos and water on the table before taking a seat opposite her. He placed the envelope next to him. After a glance in her direction, he positioned the bentos between them. An awkward silence hung in the air, as neither knew quite how to initiate conversation. Aizawa let out a soft sigh.

"Eat this. I'm guessing the pudding was the only thing you've had in days. You can't continue neglecting yourself," he said, breaking apart his chopsticks and murmuring a quiet thanks.

Before starting his meal, he observed Y/N as she hesitantly eyed the bento box before her. Her reluctance was apparent. However, meeting Aizawa's gaze, she exhaled resignedly, succumbing to his insistent demeanor. Taking her chopsticks, she expressed her gratitude and started to eat slowly, mirroring the cautious pace she had with her pudding, to avoid upsetting her stomach.

After a few minutes of silent dining, having skipped lunch, Aizawa set down his chopsticks and regarded his student. His mind was bustling with thoughts, yet he knew he had to proceed. The envelope was meant for this.

"Now, Y/N, I understand this has been difficult for you—it would be for anyone. You expressed a desire to improve, and part of that is not keeping everything bottled up. Sharing as much as you did is a significant step towards healing, towards becoming stronger, even if it took a bribe," he said, feeling a twinge of guilt but not enough to warrant an apology. It was the only way to get her to open up.

Y/N muttered about the bribe but then let out a weary sigh. She had to concede it was quite astute. 'How did he know I liked pudding?' she pondered silently. Instead of voicing her thoughts, she tapped her finger on the table, resting her head on her hand as before.

"I must admit, no one has ever done that for me. It was quite astute. I do want to become stronger. I just...wasn't sure how to begin..." She paused, inhaling deeply, still attempting to fully settle her emotions. Annoyed at him for dismantling her defenses and exposing her vulnerability—a state she detested—she couldn't remain upset for long. She exhaled and looked up at her teacher with gentle eyes.