Three months later.
The clock is ticking in the background. I twiddle my thumbs, whilst tapping my foot. The blazer I was wearing felt tight, pulling against me with my every move.
"We're ready for you now." I get up, smoothing down my skirt.
"Hey... is it a good thing or a bad thing that the jury were done deliberating so quickly?" I ask my lawyer. He raises a brow and sighs. Not good.
Now, you're probably wondering 'Why am I in court?!' Well, since I only have a provisional license, and killed the villain instead of just capturing him. That kinda thing gets scrutinised.
I enter the courtroom, taking a deep breath. I sit at the defendant's table, taking a quick look behind me at the spectator's gallery. Aizawa is wearing a suit, and adjusts his tie before giving me a quick nod of reassurance. Katsuki looks similar to him, although he is trying to hide his nervousness.
"All rise." I stand as the judge takes her seat. We sit only when she does.
"This has been a long and arduous trial. But it seems that the jury have come to a decision after just an hour of deliberating. Could the head juror please stand?" A man with a bald spot and thick glasses stands. I'd heard from Aizawa that he was a father himself. Not good at all.
"On the charge of Second degree murder?" The judge asks. The room is silent.
"Not guilty." I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"On the charge of manslaughter?"
"Not guilty." My eyes dart around the room- they look relieved yet surprised.
"On the charge of aggravated assault?"
"Not guilty."
I thought I'd want to whoop in excitement, jump for joy and click my heels together or some shit. But I felt... Tired. Like I had been keeping in all this nervous energy, and it had now been released. I didn't even hear the judge give her closing words, until my lawyer ushered me out of the room.
"Congratulations." The lawyer shook my hand.
"It was a pleasure working with you, and I'm very happy with the outcome." I nod slowly, still taking it in.
"So?" I turn to Aizawa.
"How are you feeling?" He continues.
"I'm... not sure. I guess it's over now. I can't help but feel like I deserved some kind of punishment though." I look down at my shoes.
"I feel like having your license suspended for 6 months is punishment enough." He laughs lightly.
"What now?" I ask.
"We keep moving forward."
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The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)
RomanceY/N is a Quirkless delinquent hell-bent on becoming a hero, and changing the way society sees Quirkless people; re-writing the very rules and imagery that a "hero" is meant to have, and proving those assholes wrong. Moving to Japan from England was...
