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You sat, bored, at your desk as you aggressively typed away on the silver computer. The agonizing essay prompt Present Mic assigned your class made you want to rip out your teeth and bite down on a cold popsicle. For the entirety of the semester, he had been teaching what it means to be a hero. In that class, you studied autobiographies from heroes of different ages and Quirk types. As much as you liked Present Mic, you couldn't stand his class.
Your typing stopped, clicking on the backspace button continuously until your heart's desire. You tapped at your desk, propping your elbow in the wood and laying your head to rest in the palm of your hand. A small groan escaped your lips as you stared blankly at the white screen.
A small buzz filled your ears as silence rushed the room. The headache you had was slowly killing you. You debated on taking a break, but your brain was telling you—pushing you to keep going. If you finished one more paragraph, then you could indulge in whatever free time activity you wanted.
A loud knock came from your door, quickly, you whipped your head around. You stood from your spinning chair and opened the door. The cool metal slipping in between your warm fingers.
Aizawa studied your face when you locked eyes. He could tell you were cooped up in your room based on your bored look. Aizawa wasn't wearing his usual school clothes. He wore a plain black long sleeve with matching black pants. His hair was tied back in a bun to keep his hair out of his face. Aizawa cleared his throat, "I was wondering if you wanted to come pick up Eri with me. I know you're supposed to be practicing for the festival in a few hours with the class, but we got permission from Nezu to bring her on campus."
Your face lit up, smiling at the offer. You nodded, "Yes, I would love to!"
"Good. I figured Eri would be more comfortable with a familiar face." Aizawa spoke, watching as you sped to your closet, grabbing a clean pair of running shoes you had just got. He added, "She talked about you while I visited the other day."
"Really? What did she say?" You shut the door behind you, locking it for extra security measure.
"She never got to thank you and she wanted to do it as soon as possible." Aizawa admitted, pushing the doors open. Your heart melted at how sweet the girl was. You felt content knowing that you made the right choice to go back in time—as crazy as that sounds.
You followed Aizawa outside the building and into a car. The car ride was completely silent as you mindlessly watched outside the tinted windows. It was a windy September day; kids were outside flying their kites on the beach while others played on park structures to pass the time.
