daylight || mha

[ thirty-two ] nothing changed

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"you're the sun, you've never seen the night, but you hear its song from the morning birds"

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A loud clinking sound cut through the silence that had overcome the empty lunch hall. Kanashii had sat silently on her usual chair not daring to look up at Aizawa as he had brought out two steaming bowls of udon soup. Even now that the food was set down in front of her, the girl's eyes gravitated toward her food. The brown broth in which the thick, soft noodles swam was topped with two small sheets of nori, mushrooms and a few pieces of breaded chicken. She wasn't partial toward food and grateful for any and every resource Aizawa and the school deemed worth spending on her, but she could feel the disappointment that lingered in the air.

She'd heard it in the passive aggressive sound from Aizawa's chopsticks dropping onto the table next to his bowl. She could almost sense it in the air that, even though it was warmed by the steam rising from their bowls of food, still felt surprisingly frigid around her cheeks and on the tip of her nose. She saw it too. When she finally allowed herself to turn her head up and looked into his eyes. Aizawa tended to wear his disposition on his sleeve, as much as the expression on his face. As much as he tried not to, she noticed his brows furrowing, when he looked at her trying to read her expression. She noticed, too, how his lips were slightly downturned and how the lines on his face deepened. He sat down slouching in his chair slightly.

"I distinctly remember telling you to let me know if anything happens at the internship." he looked at her, by now concern had mixed with the disappointment. "So, you better have a damn good reason for not doing it."

She stared right into the bowl of soup. watching the noodles and toppings float. As much as she usually enjoyed the silence her and the teacher shared at night, right now it suffocated her.

"There was only two ways I could see the situation going."

Aizawa looked at her, silently expecting her to continue.

"Either the Creator lied and she wouldn't have showed up with enough Nomu to tear all of Tokyo apart or the Creator lied and she was going to let the Nomu rampage through the city regardless."

Aizawa too avoided his food, though he wasn't staring as intently at it, as she was. It was apparent that he wasn't about to eagerly dig in while their conversation was still going. He raised a brow at her.

"If the Creator lied either way, why didn't you at least inform Miruko or Jeanist, who would have been on the scene quick enough?"

The girl didn't really have to think about the question. Both in this made-up scenario and the actual scenario that had happened, she would have acted the same way. Even if she had known beforehand, that Dabi's message had been a trap.

"I was going to stop her myself." She deadpanned. "Her and whatever she decided to bring along with her."

Kanashii Makoto wasn't arrogant. As much as it sounded like she was sometimes, Aizawa knew better. She wasn't convinced, that she was capable of stopping an entire barrage of Nomu by herself. It was something much more dangerous than misguided self assurance. To her it would never matter, whether or not she was actually capable of beating all the Nomu. She would go against them and come out victorious, because she had to, or she would die trying. That way of thinking was entirely in line with what Miruko had reported to him about the remainder of the internship, including the incident of the exploding building on her first day.

"It was an oversight to let that many Nomu get away. I apologize."

The terrifying calm with which her voice formed the words didn't come as a surprise to him anymore, but he couldn't deny the sudden chill he felt in the air. Even with the steam coming off the freshly heat up noodles, it felt as though the temperature had dropped by at least a few degrees.