In His Element(s) || avatar / bnha

There's Nothing "General" about This

Master Aizawa still hadn't come back.

Aang felt he had exhausted just about everything he could do in the dorms without being overly weird and inconsiderate to the people who actually lived there. He'd run up and down all the stairs about ten times, explored the perimeter as much as he could without actually going outside, investigated the contents of all the cabinets in the kitchen, counted how many doors there were in the building, then how many chairs...

Yeah, Aang was feeling a little anxious at this point.

Hagakure seemed to be sleeping off the effects of accidental spirit fever pretty well now that the source of her illness had gone home. He'd used some waterbending to ease some of the nastier symptoms from dehydration and overheating, mostly because it was the right thing to do but also partially to ease the twisted sensation of guilt that had been building up in his chest.

A voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Katara whispered that it wasn't his fault that the spirits had broken through the worlds. And he knew that. He really did.

But if it was the General who had spearheaded this escape... then he couldn't deny that part of this stemmed from a past failure on his part.

It was turning dusky reds and oranges outside by the time the doors to the dorms opened, signaling the return of someone. Aang's eyes blinked open from where he was meditating next to the couch that Hagakure was sleeping on. The chatter of multiple voices met his ears. Not Master Aizawa, then. The students were back.

"-dude, Midoriya, it was crazy! Are you sure he's not your secret estranged brother or something?"

"Why do you guys think everyone is related to me?" That was Midoriya's voice, sounding vaguely annoyed.

"I think it's cute!" A girl giggled.

"Wha- Uraraka!"

More laughter.

"Oh, hey, Midoriya said you'd be here." Aang glanced up, meeting Kaminari's amber gaze. The other teen leaned over the couch, waving with a friendly grin. "Sensei ditched you, huh?"

Aang shrugged, sheepish.

"Guess so."

"You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to." The girl who'd said that twirled her strange ear decorations around a careless finger. Or were they part of her body? He hadn't figured that out yet. "He's an idiot."

Kaminari legitimately pouted at that.

"You're killing me, Jirou. I'm just trying to make new friends."

"Don't let me stop you, taser brain. And be quiet- can't you see Hagakure is sleeping?"

Kaminari and Aang both winced and simultaneously leaned away from the couch. Thankfully, it seemed that Hagakure was a heavy sleeper. The most reaction she gave to the surrounding noise was a sleepy mutter and some shifting of the top blanket draped over her form; a lumpy, inexpertly knitted thing in blue and green.

"Ah, Aang!" Midoriya had made his way over to them. "Mr. Aizawa still isn't back yet? Do you know if everything's ok?"

"We should have faith in our teacher's abilities," his taller friend cut in, emphasizing his point with a vehement hand movement. "I am certain Mr. Aizawa would inform us of any unfavorable circumstances that could possibly involve the student body!"

" Sssshhh ," Kaminari and Jirou both hissed in Iida's direction. Iida visibly deflated.

"Ah, ahem, yes, of course." He cleared his throat in a clear effort to quiet himself. "We should not worry about Mr. Aizawa, that is all. He is an extremely competent individual."