The Realist(Shoto Todoroki x reader- Bakugo's twin sister)

Chapter 17

I spent half the morning freaking out, getting ready and the other half going on incognito mode on goggle, searching up if dreams ment anything. And turns out in some ways, they do.

What the fuck does that even mean?

Today was raining as I walked to school, holding my black umbrella up while walking in the rain. Katsuki right next to me, being quiet.

We were both quiet the whole way there. Not speaking a word to each other. I was still thinking about my dream. And Katsuki....well Katsuki was just being quiet for the first time in his life.

Once we got to class together; some people were talking amongst themselves about the festival as others just laid their heads down.

I sat down in my seat, Katsuki sitting behind me quietly. I continued to think about my dream and what happened to me during it, trying to remember. When a note fell on my desk, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked at it for a moment before lifting my head up towards the person who set it there. Seeing as they didn't turn around.

Grabbing the note on my desk and opening it to only see a few words on it.

Lockers during lunchtime

I looked at the pace of paper in confusion before darting my eyes at the boy with the red and white hair.

What the hell?

The door to the classroom began to open, revealing Mr. Aizawa. He was finally out of his bandages and looked normal, except for a new scare under his right eye.

"Morning." The teacher said ruffly to the class.

"Good morning, Mr Aizawa!" The class rang back.

I looked back down at the note and shoved it down into my pocket. Hoping that nobody saw anything.

"The old lady went a little overboard in her treatment." The teacher looked at me when he spoke of Recovery Girl. "Anyway. We have a big class today on Hero Informatics."

He always makes things sound terrible, it's probably not even bad.

"You need codenames. Time to pick your hero identities." He said tiredly.

The class began to jump up with joy. "THIS IS GOING TO BE TODALY AWESOME!" They all yelled out, making Aizawa glare at them. His hair began to stick up, along with his eyes turning red.

"This is related to the pro hero draft picks that I mentioned the last time we were in class together. Normally students don't have to worry about the draft yet. Not until their second or third year actually, but your class is different. In fact, by extending offers to first-years like you, pros are essentially investing in your potential. Any offers can be reconsidered if their interest in you dies down before graduation, though."

So, this is what Endeavor was yapping about?

I peered over at Todoroki who was watching Mr. Aizawa. He didn't even look interested, probably because he's going to his father's agency.

I mean if my dad was the number two hero in the world, I'd want to go to his agency.

"-Now. Here are the totals for those of you who got offers." Behind him the board showed our names and numbers next to it.

5283?! I thought they wouldn't like me because I blew up multiple kids. Not to mention half the stadium.

My eyes slightly widened before turing back to the teacher. "In past years, it's been more spread out. But there's a pretty big gap this time." The teacher continued.