Chapter Ninety Five - Invisible Strings

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"Everyone," Aizawa said one day in class. "Announcement."

It made me flinch. I wasn't sure where the fucking jerk reaction in my body came from, but I flipped my hair over my shoulder and rested my chin in my hand, hoping I played it off alright. As I did sometimes when I got nervous, I toyed with my bracelet.

I guess I was a little jumpy these days.

"As you all know," he continued. "Stronghold's last day with us is two weeks from today."

That didn't make me flinch, it made me freeze. What the fuck was he up to?

"Good riddance," Mina grumbled. It was seemingly to no one in particular, but I heard it from across the room, and I didn't think it was my ears.

"Mina," Uraraka said, more quietly.

"What?" My once pink friend challenged loudly.

Uraraka did not respond.

"And I want you all," Aizawa said, pausing in a way that made me feel awful. I was trying to catch his eye, hoping whatever might be flaring in them would tell me what the fuck he was doing, but he refused to look at me. "To throw her a going away party."

"What?" Mina screamed.

She was not the only one. Whatever the reaction of the school festival had been, this was the same intensity, opposite mood. Although I couldn't, and wouldn't, say a damn fucking thing, I would readily admit just between you and me that I agreed with them.

"But Aizawa-sensei!" Mina pleaded.

"We're like," Kaminari said, pausing for dramatics. "Super busy!"

"Yeah," Sero agreed. "Exams are coming up and we have a lot to plan for break."

I didn't bother looking at any of them. I was not surprised, obviously, but it saddened me every time I was reminded how quickly and thoroughly everyone had turned their backs on me.

"I don't need one," I commented indifferently, still toying with my bracelet. "I've had enough parties in the past couple weeks, and I'm sure there's a lot more to come."

"See?" Mina said in a tone that was undeniably accusatory. "She doesn't even want one."

"Enough!" Aizawa yelled.

Really yelled. Hair flying back, eyes going red, hand smacking his desk. The room went silent. It was a moment I felt I could choke on.

"I don't care what your personal opinions may be!" He informed them loudly, solidly. Nobody was keen to protest anymore. "Until she officially leaves here, she is a part of our class, and we will treat her as such."

We.

What the fuck was his angle here?

"The lot of you are clearly keen on parties, from what I've seen this year, so this shouldn't be too hard for you to pull off," he said with an even colder glare.

Now people were cringing away. We'd clearly thought us a smart lot with all the get togethers we'd been having in the common space, but it seemed it wasn't the case after all. As I thought about Kaminari's dorm party, the kiss, the punch, the video, it made me really sad. I swallowed the taste of blood until it subsided.

"If you don't want to, fine." Aizawa shrugged and moved back behind his desk. "I could arrange a three hour exam instead."

"That wouldn't be too bad," I heard Momo whisper from a few rows back.

Ouch. Just when I thought we were on okay terms.

Everyone else though, had a clear preference.

"It's the nice thing to do," I heard Kiri say.

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