Collateral Damage| bnha

chapter nine| for the first time

 [ fifteen years ago ]

Shota Aizawa remembers a time where he thought his life was going to be normal. He remembers a time where his biggest concern was making it through the school day without getting scolded by the teacher due to his friends' antics. He remembers when his biggest goal was to become a hero, and everything else that came after it. Life wasn't always easy, it was never intended to be, but he could still manage to figure it out.

But then things change of course.

I think he was half way through his first year at UA when he finally decided to make some improvements on his hero costume. I was surprised that a guy like him wanted to be a hero. Most guys wanted praise and respect, the attention that comes with it all. Aizawa couldn't even bother to pick his own hero name.

"I told you like ten thousand times before, I am not using my quirk to help you with your assignment, it defeats the whole purpose of it!" a girl wearing a welding helmet shouted across the workshop

"Oh come on!" a boy of below average height complained loudly as he followed her around the place, "Just bend and twist some things here and there. I didn't know the assignment was due today and..."

"All of that sounds like a you problem" the girl cut off his words, "Now you either bring me something to fix or leave my workshop"

"But just–"

"NOW!" she shouted once more, turning on a machine that made a loud screeching noise that made the boy jump scared and quickly move away from the girl.

The boy walked towards the door, where Aizawa was standing, muttering curses under his breath and proclaiming how unfair the situation was, "With a quirk like that why would she ever want to be in the support course" the boy proclaimed as he rambled with anger in his tone, "If I were you, I'll turn around now" he warned Aizawa as he walked through the door.

Aizawa was not deterred by this comment, he truly didn't know how the support course was supposed to work nor did he care. He was assigned by his teacher to improve his costume before his internship and that is the only thing he cared to do.

Aizawa approached the girl, who was still wrapped up on whatever project that was laying on the table in front of her, she kept turning on and off the machine making sure every step she completed was correct. Aizawa stood behind her for a second, staring at whatever object she was fixing, he had never interacted with the support course before, only during the sport's festival but even then it was a short interaction with some of the other students. So evidently, he was intrigued. The girl grabbed a block of metal with her hand that was laying next to all the screws on the table, she stared at it for a moment and then with her gloveless hand she touched the top of the block of metal and in an instant it began melting into a different shape. Not a second later the girl wasn't holding a block anymore, but a flat, well refined, sheet of metal.

"How did you do that?" Aizawa naively asked behind her

"Dammit, Miura!" she jolted surprised, "I already told you I am not helping you!" she turned around to find Aizawa instead, "You are not Miura" her expressions were hard to read as she was still wearing the mask, but she clearly was taken aback by his presence there. "Did they never teach you to never stand behind a lady when she's working? There is some dangerous machinery in here, I could've hurt you"

"I doubt it" Aizawa replied sharply

"If you say so," the girl turned around once more uninterested and continued working on her project, "Now, are you just gonna stand there waiting to be hit or are you gonna tell me what you are doing here?"