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[15] Sinister Urges

Well, you did what you set out to do. You were able to obtain your burger, and after filling your belly with the sweet taste you've been deprived of for so long, you feel much more clear-headed than before.

Alas, there's a problem.

Your messy eating habits have left stains all over your uniform, like Dabi pointed out, and the second Aizawa spots those familiar patches of ketchup and mayo, you're absolutely and undeniably fucked.

As such, the walk home is rather tense. Of course, there's no guarantee Aizawa will even be home. He could be busy with hero work right now, or out running errands or something. For your sake, you really, really hope that's the case, because if not, it means your burger ban will be extended-perhaps indefinitely.

The thought of such a thing is too horrifying to even fathom.

You get home and spend a few good moments just standing in front of the apartment's door, making sure to hug your arms around your uniform in the hopes of hiding some of the burger stains. Unfortunately for you, there's some sound coming from inside, which means that Aizawa most definitely is home. Fuck. You're not really sure how to play this. You're going to have to be sneaky like a ninja, even though subtlety has never been your strong suit.

Ah, well. At this point, there's no turning back. You just have to hope that the universe will be merciful.

Resolved to hide the evidence of your wrongdoings, you unlock the door, then bolt inside the apartment at a speed you didn't even know you possessed. Your bedroom is too far for you to make it there without being spotted, so you run into the nearest refuge you can find-the bathroom.

"[Name]?"

Aizawa hears you, of course, but it's too late, because you've already locked yourself inside the bathroom.

He walks up and knocks on the door. "What's wrong? You practically ran right in there. I have some food ready for you. It just needs to be reheated."

"I, uh... I have an upset tummy!" you say, scrambling to tear off your uniform and scrub the stains off with soap and warm water. "I don't feel so good right now. S-Sorry..."

You're not sure if he buys your feeble lie, but you've managed to stall for time, at the very least. He might suspect that something is wrong, but once the stains (AKA the evidence) are gone, he'll have no way to prove you broke the terms of your punishment.

Hopefully.

"A stomachache?" Aizawa frowns. "That's weird. I didn't pack you anything different than usual for lunch."

"I don't know what it is either. It just came out of nowhere."

You make a big show of groaning and pretending to be in a lot of pain, and even though it's never your intention to cause Aizawa any concern, right now, you don't exactly have a choice.

"Are you okay in there all alone?" Aizawa asks. "Do you need me to bring you anything?"

He rattles the doorknob, and the sound makes you flinch, causing you to cry out in a fit of panic.

"N-No!" you exclaim. "I'm fine, so... definitely don't come in!"

Aizawa's eyes widen. He wasn't expecting such a visceral reaction. The fact that you locked yourself in the bathroom, of all places, and how opposed you sounded to him coming in. Plus, the amount of pain you're in...

With the information presented to him, Aizawa suddenly comes to a dizzying conclusion.

Don't tell me. It's that time of the month...?