Y/N' pov-
After changing back into my uniform and putting on my rings, I made my way to class to talk to Aizawa Sensei. I was thinking about what he could want to talk about, it's the first day maybe he wanted to give me some pointers.
Knock Knock
"Come in" A deep voice from inside the classroom said. "You wanted to see me?" I asked as I walked into the classroom standing close to the door. "Yes, There are a couple of questions I have for you."
"Okay" I said plainly. "Today I noticed a couple things, observations if you will. During my speech to Uraraka I noticed how you seemed to space out. I wanted to ask what that was about."
uh oh.
"Um- it was nothing really." I said shyly scratching my neck in embarassment.
"You know Y/N Todoroki, I am your teacher. My job is to prepare you and train you but it's also my job to help you and be here for you. Every teacher should not only challenge their students but encourage them. I read through the interviews of you, your brothers, and Yaoyoruzu's and yours intrigued me. Your reasoning for training to be a hero is to protect those you love. I am guessing there is more to it than that.
You are strong I can tell based on the way you preformed today. I want to help you reach your goals. What are your goals for being here?" I was stunned by his words. He has so far shown he is stern and serious but here he was reading me like an open book. I was thinking deeply on what exactly my goals were now.
I wanted to continue designing and I did want to be a designer but Eraserhead has shown me a new light to hero's I've never seen before. He wasn't one for media so not many people knew him, including me. He was different than what I expected a pro to be. Could I be both? Could I help Shoto and be a hero? God that just sounds wrong when I hear it in my head. If fate takes me there, than maybe but for now my goal is to help Shoto and come up with something to say to Aizawa.
"If I'm being honest with you Sensei, my plan hasn't always been to be a hero like most people here. I have other passions that I still really enjoy. I'm here because I want to prove I can be anything I want to be. If I want to do multiple professions then I will have to work as hard as I possibly can. I want to protect those I love and I won't settle for one passion. This world is full of people who think opposite of me, and become hero's for the fame out of pure greed. I want to be someone people can rely on and turn to in moments of weakness and strength. I am here to prove to everyone that this is my life and I control it." I exclaimed to the now proud looking man in front of me.
"You have a lot more to you than meets the eye. I think that you can do anything you want. This is your story. Your legacy to live. If anyone has ever made you think that your life is not your own, I am telling you that it is yours. I am looking forward to seeing you grow and find your path whatever that may be. Your passion is something that sets you apart. I believe you will make a great hero if that's what you choose. If not then I am looking forward to seeing what you choose to do."
With that he stood and made his way over to pull me into an embrace that felt so foreign. It was.. warm and caring. He caught me by surprise I had no idea a man who was so intimidating could be so caring. My eyes teared up as he pat my hair with his hand and said to me-
"I believe in you kid."
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The school day was now over and I was walking with Shoto to the exit thinking about the conversation I had with Sensei earlier today. I noticed a familiar blond walking ahead of us. I turned to Shoto and asked "Hey can you walk ahead, I wanna talk to Bakugo for a minute I'll catch up." He looks at the blonde then back at me and nods, he walks past Bakugo and I made my way to walk next to him.
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