Jet Stream (Kirishima x OC)

Chapter 33: Acceptance

I have not spoken to my father for two days now. It was almost like a relaxing break after nearly a week of screaming at each other every encounter we had. What's done is done though, I can only look forward to my next option. Option A was just the best one so I fought tooth and nail for it, but now that I'm withdrawn from UA and term is restarting for them tomorrow, I have to look to my own future.

I haven't had the heart to tell my friends and classmates. I haven't even told Mashirao or Kirishima. I turned my phone off days ago, unable to admit to any of them that I wasn't coming back. Inasa has been a helpful piece of positivity through all this, like he always is, but he left for school this morning with Makoto, so now I'm really stuck facing reality once more.

Inasa tried to drop out of hero school in a sign of solidarity with me, but I refused to allow him to even make his request. I want him to become a strong hero, I want him to stay with his friends at the school he's grown to truly love. One of us should, and I told him as such. He wasn't happy about leaving me here with our dad alone though, but I knew I would be fine. Dad goes back to hero work today, so at least he'll be out of the house.

Or at least, he was supposed to be out of the house by the time I went downstairs to get breakfast.

"Irisa." Dad says to me, speaking to me for the first time since my former teachers were here.

I freeze in my steps on the way to the kitchen, cursing myself for not having checked if he was still here or not. I don't give him a verbal response, I don't even look at him, but I also don't leave. That's as much acknowledgment as he's going to get from me.

"Get dressed, I need to take you somewhere." He says after a very heavy sigh.

"Why can't I just be left here?" I sneer out. "What, now I have to be babysat at your agency?"

"Get dressed." He repeats sternly and then walks to the front door.

Not much room was left for argument, but I'll be damned if I don't take my sweet time. I grab an apple off the counter and walk slowly back to my room, throwing on clean clothes as I slowly chew my breakfast. I could practically feel my dad's eye twitching as he watched me put my shoes on one at a time, untying and retying the shoelaces meticulously just to draw out more time to annoy him. I don't care if I'm acting like a brat, he's treating me like one anyway, so I might as well live up to his expectations, as low as they are.

He held me tight as we flew to the city, my mind wandering about which post-grad hero academy I should choose once I move out. None of them are particularly great, usually the best heroes they produce are perpetual sidekicks to mid-level heroes, but I still have to choose one of them. I wasn't paying attention to where my dad was flying until I heard gasps when we were landing.

"Is this some kind of sick punishment?" I ask my dad as we land, seeing my former classmates all gathered outside the new dorm buildings. "Did you bring me here to show me what you're taking away from me?"

He shoots me a sharp look before he turns to Aizawa. Several of my friends call out to me, but I can't even look up at them to meet their eyes. I stare resolutely at the floor, a glare on my face that at this point feels like it's never going to leave.

"Erasure Head." Dad says lowly as he faces the teacher fully.

"Gale Storm." Aizawa says back coldly as he analyses the Pro in front of him. "This campus is locked down to students only. State your business here, hero, before I have you and your child removed from the premises." Many voices call out in confusion and protest at his statement, and I feel several eyes drilling into me, but still I refuse to look up and meet them.