The Future Firecracker

PS.7 | OUR LAST MOMENTS

PREQUEL SERIES. 7
'our last moments'

Sir Nighteye stood at the door to your house's gym, a soft look gracing his sharp features. "Your teachers are downstairs."

You jumped down from the pull-up bar, rolling your shoulders. "Coming." You grabbed into the aerosol deodorant, spraying yourself before sliding the gym door closed and heading towards the living room.

You sat beside your dad on the couch, across from where All Might and Aizawa were sitting. All Might had his arm in a cast and his forehead was covered in a bandage.

"Sir Nighteye," your teacher started. "We're here today to apologise. And to ask about the notice of the dormitories we sent through the mail."

"You don't need to apologise—" you began, only to be cut off.

"[name]." Your dad placed a hand on your shoulder. "You should be the one apologising."

"I have—"

"Again."

You sighed. You faced your teachers, bowing your head. "I'm sorry. For going against the rules, for leaving safety and venturing off into danger. I am, Aizawa-sensei, Unlce—uh... All Might."

You lifted your head, tightening your jaw for your next words. "But I don't regret it."

Sir Nighteye massaged his temple. "I also want to apologise to you both on behalf of my daughter. She was driven by emotion. But I want to assure you and the staff at UA, that her instinctual decision was made out of concern and thought, for her classmate Bakugou Katsuki."

You turned away, flustered. "No, I wasn't driven by emotion." You scoffed under your breath. "It was just the right thing."

Your dad smiled despite your attitude. "Of course you can place her in a dormitory. It'll give her a chance to develop her independence and relationships with her fellow classmates."

"Dad!"

"Hush," he turned to you, shaking his head. "You're overanalysing everything."

"I am not!"

"Why get shy why I say things about your classmate—"

"Because you make it sound like something it's not!" You groaned, leaning into the back cushions of your couch. "Make it stop!"

"It?" He formed an offended face. "You're calling me an it?"

"Dad!"

~

"I'm going, Dad," you said from the parking lot of UA. You held a box in your arms, full of the final things you had for the dormitory. "I'll call you later."

"You're still grounded," Sir Nighteye said.

"Yes, Dad Sir!"

You waved to him, then the box struggled to stay stable in your arms, books and pens spilling from it. "Oh, crap—"

"Tch."

A hand caught the box underneath. Bakugou's hand. He stood in front of you, furrowing his brows. "Can't hold a box? Weak."

"Give me a break, Blasty."