The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Finale.

"...and Principal Nezu has asked that all students to please refrain from using their quirks in the school cafeteria. That's all for today." Aizawa dropped himself back onto his desk chair with the force of a ton of bricks; he carried his exasperation both mentally and physically. The room had a stagnant air of quiet in it. Students mostly stared at their desks in silence, a stark difference from the usual chatter and laughter of the classroom.

"...Are we just going to pretend like everything's normal?" Katsuki questions scathingly.

"She's been gone a week. There's nothing more we can do from here." Aizawa replies after sighing. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"We can get off our asses, or better yet, the police can get off their asses and do their jobs."

"They have been doing their jobs. We need to sit tight and wait for any information to-"

"All we've been doing is waiting! When has 'waiting' ever solved shit? Especially with someone like her, who always seems to be two steps a-fucking-head of everyone else?" He begins to sound desperate.

"Well." Aizawa says before sighing.

"Clearly, since it sounds like she knows what she's doing, and is so skilled as to evade law enforcement, she will be fine." He says the last word very deeply- sternly, even.

"It sounds like she will figure it out. Even if we sit here, on our asses." He slams his hands on the desk, and leans over it, staring down Katsuki. He simply rolls his eyes in response.

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I'm tired. I'm tired of everyone thinking they know better than me. Thinking they can do better than me. I was going to finish this. All by myself.

"Here it is..." I whisper to myself. Before me stood what looked like a condemned warehouse. Seemed fitting. I was armed to the teeth- my custom-made knives, yoyos, all ready to go. This was it. Do or die.

I push open the rusted metal doors, letting out a loud creak. The sun was setting, and golden rays of sunshine pierced through the various holes and damage in the ceiling. There was a rusty barrel, on top of it were the papers and documents of a madman- TV images of me from the Sports Festival, maps of locations familiar to me, and somehow, my bank statements. Good thing I went with cash as soon as I left so as to not be traced.

"...You came..." A voice says from the darkness. My heart beats out my chest. I promised myself I wouldn't be scared, but I was already betraying myself. He emerges. A husk of a man- his skin looks veiny and stressed- his eyes have turned red. Probably from overuse of the quirk-enhancing drug. His eyes look sad, and desperate.

"All I wanted was to find you... Can't you see?" He asks.

"Save it. You- you murdered those people... my m- your own wife..." I whisper towards the end.

"They wronged me... The neighbourhood gossiped about how you left because we hurt you... I wouldn't ever do that... Not on purpose..." He pleaded.

"Are you fucking delusional?" I take a step towards him. My eyes dart between him and the glass vials next to him on the floor.

"It was never on purpose... Wouldn't you be hurt if people judged you? People have judged you all your life for God's sake! Do you know how hard it was on me and your mother? Constantly hearing people whisper about our quirkless child?" Three steps more and I will fucking kill him. I take another step.

"I'm not like you. I will never be like you. It doesn't matter how many countless fucking people say shit about me, I wouldn't do half the vile shit that you've done." He scoffs. Two more steps.