kat girl | k. bakugou | 18+

Chappy 23

The field stretched out before us, the early morning mist still lingering in the air. The quiet was a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous night. Aizawa and I stood in the middle of the open space, the vastness of the field seeming to reflect the emptiness I felt inside.

Aizawa's voice cut through the silence, sharp and direct. "What happened yesterday?"

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "I was just trying to get home, and these guys... they started harassing me," I began, my voice wavering slightly. "I tried to brush them off, but they used their quirks on me. I panicked, and my—my demon side started to come out."

Aizawa's gaze was steady, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "You said your quirk started to manifest uncontrollably. What triggered it?"

I rubbed my temples, trying to recall the exact moment. "It was the stress and the threat. I could feel my energy depleting and then—" I hesitated, searching for the right words. "—and then the fear and panic just set it off. I couldn't control it."

Aizawa nodded, listening intently. "Did you have any control over it at any point, or was it completely overpowering?"

I shook my head. "It was like I was watching from inside my own head, but I couldn't do anything. I felt like my body was acting on its own. It was... terrifying."

Aizawa frowned, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "It's clear that your demon quirk is not just a physical transformation but a mental and emotional one as well. When your quirk activates, it seems to feed off your stress and fear. That's why it's important to control those emotions, as hard as it may be."

I nodded, absorbing his words. "So, how do I gain control over it?"

"Training and practice," Aizawa replied firmly. "But more importantly, understanding what triggers it and learning to manage those triggers. We need to work on both your emotional control and the physical aspects of your quirk."

He paused, giving me a reassuring look. "We'll take it one step at a time. I'm here to help you through this. We'll start with exercises to stabilize your emotions and gradually integrate those with your quirk control."

I felt a glimmer of hope at his words. "Thank you, Aizawa. I really appreciate your help."

Aizawa gave a curt nod, his expression softening slightly. "Let's get started then. The sooner we work on this, the better prepared you'll be for future challenges."

I followed Aizawa through the dense woods, the crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound breaking the silence. The trees seemed to stretch endlessly, their shadows creating an almost surreal path. After what felt like an eternity of walking, we reached a nondescript building, blending seamlessly with the forest. It had an industrial feel to it, its grey exterior and unadorned walls giving it an austere presence.

Aizawa led me inside, where the interior was starkly different from the exterior—almost clinical. The room we entered resembled something you'd expect in an investigative setting: a long, metal table, a few chairs, and a large projector screen against one wall. The light was harsh, illuminating every corner of the room with a stark clarity.

"Take a seat, (Y/N)," Aizawa instructed, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of the projector.

I complied, sitting down and trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my chest. Aizawa moved to the projector, adjusting the settings as he prepared for the exercise. I glanced around the room, taking in the sterile environment, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

"Today, we're going to work on stabilizing your emotions," Aizawa began, his voice calm but firm. "I'll flick through a selection of images, and I want you to pay attention to how you're reacting both mentally and physically. The goal is to not let what you feel overwhelm you."