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: Musutafu City Mall
*Third POV*
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Y/N stood next to her favorite "broccoli boy," Izuku Midoriya, waiting for the rest of their class to arrive. They were at the mall, preparing for their trip starting Thursday. It was Tuesday, and school had just ended for the teens. Most of the class had arrived, except for Bakugou, whose absence Y/N had not anticipated, as she couldn't picture him at social events.
"Y/N! Guys! Over here!" Mina called out excitedly, jumping up and down. Y/N and Midoriya made their way to the newly arrived friends. The black-haired teen smiled softly at the pink-haired girl, who returned the smile brightly. Mina grabbed Y/N and Jiro by the arm and hurried them toward a store, having agreed to meet the others at around four pm. The black-haired teen waved goodbye sheepishly.
Before Y/N realized it, she was watching Mina enthusiastically try on various shirts. The black-haired teen hadn't known someone could be so particular about clothing.
"Y/N, you should get this jumpsuit! It would look great on you!" Mina suggested, with Jiro nodding in agreement. It was a dark blue jumpsuit with thick straps and frills at the top, complete with a thick waistband. Y/N sighed and stood up, heading to the changing room to try it on.
Hours passed quickly, and it was time to regroup with the others. Y/N carried bags filled with clothes and essentials for the trip, balancing a coffee and pastry in her other hand. As she, Mina, and Jiro approached the group, they noticed the police had just finished talking to Izuku, who had returned to his seat.
Y/N's brow furrowed as she made her way through the crowd of Class 1-A students to find Izuku Midoriya in the center, with Uraraka by his side. He appeared visibly shaken, his eyes wide with distress.
*****
The following day, Y/N dedicated her entire morning before school to studying, enjoying a banana, and sipping her customary cup of coffee. She swiftly filled her bag with school supplies and hurried out, fearing tardiness. The memory of her last late arrival had left a deep impression, and she vowed never to repeat it. Utilizing her superspeed, she arrived in class just in nick of time. Oddly enough, despite living on campus, she was habitually late, likely cherishing an extra minute of sleep. Settling into her seat, she exchanged smiles with her cherished 'broccoli boy' and gazed out the window, appreciating the joy of friendship amidst her usual solitude.
Aizawa entered the classroom, clutching his routine coffee and a clipboard, appearing more exhausted than usual. Since the exams, he had been anticipating the results of the blood test Y/N had undergone. He was inexplicably eager for the outcome, and Y/N was equally anxious for the answers.
Once homeroom concluded, Y/N observed the onset of rain, which brought a gentle smile to her face. She tuned out her classmates' chatter and focused on the relentless descent of raindrops. The downpour, though ill-timed for the eve of a training camp, held a certain allure.
The rainstorm persisted for five hours, ceasing a mere thirty minutes before the end of the school day. Y/N breathed in the rain's fresh aroma, her smile widening. It was indeed a good day, marked by her timely arrival to class for a change.
****
Y/N collapsed onto her bed, eyes shutting as she contemplated the impending day; the prospect of camping seemed less than appealing. More so, as she awaited news that might reveal her father's identity, a mystery that had lingered her entire life, tantalizingly close yet elusive.
With a heavy sigh, she rose and peered out the window to observe the light drizzle escalating into a steady shower. Slipping into her usual footwear, she exited her room and traversed the lengthy corridor of the teachers' dormitory. Reaching the entrance, she paused, allowing the rain to cascade over her face as she tilted her head skyward.
For two hours, she remained motionless, engulfed in thought, wrestling with the doubts and worries that accompanied the near-revelation of her origins.
"You should head inside; you'll catch a cold," a weary voice advised, belonging to her homeroom teacher, Aizawa. Clad in his hero attire, soaked from the downpour, he had just returned from patrol. Noticing a figure in the rain, he approached, discovering Y/N drenched yet seemingly entranced by the rainfall, her silence acknowledging his presence.
"Y/N, are you listening?" he inquired. The woman with e/c eyes turned her soaked visage towards him, her gaze intense in the obscurity of the night. Aizawa returned the look with equal weariness.
"Go to bed, Y/N. It's already past midnight," he urged. She remained quiet, then spoke tentatively, "Hey... Aizawa," pausing before trailing off, "I... never mind," she concluded, offering a sheepish smile in the darkness.
****
The following morning, Y/N kept silent about the previous night while waiting with her classmates, her essential items bag and another smaller snack bag comfortably resting on her shoulder. The class had been awaiting the bus that would transport them to their destination.
As if in response to the collective anticipation, the bus arrived, signaling the time to embark on their journey to the training camp. Excitement buzzed among most students, though some, like Aizawa and Y/N, yearned for a nap.
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