Perfect (MHA x OC)

2) Friends (Play Along)

"You're so put together it is kind of scary," a voice said from the doorway.

Seika turned from her desk chair towards the sound. That was a compliment she liked- and one that was regularly given to her. She pocketed the ego boost, adding it to her mental collection.

It had been a few weeks since the first day of school. Seika had perfected her seating charts, her grading techniques, her schedule. She had even begun to mingle with the other teachers around. This weekend they were going to a bar to 'hang'.

'Hanging' had never been her thing. In high school and college she was so obsessed with her grades that she barely ever left her dorm or the library. They had been her treasured sanctuary. An escape from all her worries.

Learning was her specialty, to point that some people assuming that increased memory was her quirk. But no. She just enjoyed obsessing over details, breathing and basking in each one until it was melting into her being. Relishing in facts and knowing kept her mind quiet.

In the door way was another teacher. She had on a pair of dress pants and a fit long sleeved t-shirt tucked into them. Thick soled black boots gave her a small height boost, which she seemed to desperately need. Spiked dark hair framed her pale face, along with the brightest electric blue eyes Seika had ever seen.

Electric eyes... Seika thought trying to place this teacher. She racked through her internal catalog of faces, analyzing each face for resemblance to this women's. Eventually, she found a match.

Sayuri Aoki with the quirk Electricity. She could create and control volts of electricity from her fingertips. Pro Name Surge.

It was actually quite fitting considering her look.

The identification took only a few seconds, and Seika zoned back into reality. Now she knew who she was talking too. She stood up from her desk, making her way over to the door.

"Do think? To me this room a horrid mess at the moment," Seika sighed, lying through her teeth.

She knew this space was fucking immaculate. Everything had its perfect place. Everything was where it should be. And everything was everywhere perfectly. But let people think it could be even more perfect. Let them wonder what she was at full potential.

Aoki laughed. "You'd probably hate my room then. I'm Sayuri Aoki by the way, the advanced physics teacher," she continued, stepping into the classroom. She ran a hand along the back counter space. "My classroom is down the hall and first door to the left."

Seika smiled, even thought having someone foreign to her in her room was making her eye twitch. She pushed it down as Aoki hoisted herself to the counter to sit, ignoring all the perfectly good chairs. But she remembered that people needed to like her, and god dammit she would learn to like them too.

"That's fun!" Seika clapped her hands together, faking a bubbly personality. Between her strained smile and stiff posture, she doubted she was pulling it off very well. "I'm Seika Hira. Are you a first year teacher too?"

Aoki had been with UA for the last three years. She had been hired after a failed rescue mission had caused her to have severe nerve damage in her left hand, rendering her quirk useless on that side. In an interview with the paper, Aoki had said she hoped working for UA would be 'a fun way to get back the spark she had before her injury'.  Seika had cringed reading it, wondering if that was a pun or poor choice of words. But Aoki seemed to have found it again.

"No, it's my fourth year actually. So I know the ins and outs of the school," Aoki said with a wink. "You should come check out my room sometime. We are the only teachers on this floor still in our twenties, so we gotta stick together."

A planned laugh 'slipped' through Seika's lips. She pretended to cover it up, giving Aoki an ornery smile. "I'd like that. Not that I don't find my forty year plus neighbors fun, of course," she added for sarcastic value.

Now came the part that she really hated.

"So tell me. Are there any suitable bachelor's here?"

Internally, Seika cringed at her words. She did not give a single fuck about the men here. Or the women. This was all an act. A pathetic try to relate to another person. An attempt to get close to someone who seemed like she would be in the know. She hated it, but watching the women's reaction she knew it had been the right thing to say.

Aoki looked at her with a mix of surprise and playfulness. "Here to find love, huh? Well, shockingly, most of the male staff here is single.

Not shocking. Most hero's didn't settle down until after they were done with hero work. Their lives were too unstable otherwise.

"Really," Seika gasped. She played with the beaded bracelet on her wrist.

"Yep," Aoki lightly bounce her heels off the cupboards. It made a rhythmic sound. "For a school, some of them are pretty attractive. And for being single... well they are crazy in all the right ways," she smiled through the side of her mouth.

Seika lightly slapped the others shoulder while a giggle came through her mouth. "You are awful! I love it," she swayed.

Aoki raised her hands, defenseless. "You were already invited to the bar on Friday, right?" Aoki asked. Seika nodded. "Well I'll be there too. We can talk some more there, but I really should go grade some papers before my third years kill me. See you around, Hira!"

She hopped down from the counter, her boots making a loud thud from the movement. Aoki gave a her smile and wave as she left the room. Seika returned it, face dropping immediately after she left eyesight.

It wasn't that she disliked Aoki. She seemed to be a nice, genuine person. And it was true that most of her co-workers were double her age. But someone who was so upbeat and enthusiastic seemed so hard to be around.

It was fine. She had done great at entertaining an unexpected guess.

You smiled too much, came a voice inside her head. She knows it was all an act. Then she will tell everyone on the floor. Then everyone in this building. Soon enough, everyone will know what a fake fucking bitch you are.

Seika walked out of the room, praying her insecurities would be quieter at her apartment.