Burning~

Chapter 20~

"Is it mandatory?" I ask frustratedly.

"No, but Nezu is highly encouraging it though."

"which means that we have to live there."

"Pretty much."

I sighed as I covered my face with my hands. 

"No need to be dramatic we can still come back here for the weekends."

I dropped my hands, and looked at Aizawa.

"See now you failed to include that in your little summary." I replied bitterly. Then a thought came to me. "Wait, can I bring Burger with me?"

"Nemuri asked for her cats, and Nezu said there was no issue as long as they are well behaved."

"Thank god." I gleemed as I picked the feline and engulfed it with my arms. "So about how many students plan on staying in the dorms?" I wondered as I sat on the floor with Aizawa.

"That's the thing, Vlad, All Might, and I are going to convince the students and their families to let them stay today."

"Ohh, is that why you're up so early?"

"Yeah" he sighed slowly closing his eyes as he tucked his hand in his armpits.

"And here I thought you woke up early just to pick me up." I teased faking a pout.

"Don't flatter yourself, I simply woke up to Burger by my side, and I just so happen to remember his stubborn owner."

"Wow Shota, you're so cruel." I laughed as I fell backward laying my back flat on the floor.

Aizawa's breath hitched.

The living room was filled with silence, strange.

I sat up to inspect Aizawa's state.

My eyes widened at the view. His ear was rosy and the entirety of his face was looking to the left as his bottom lip engulfed the top one. A peculiar looking pout, yet a very cute one at that. 

As if he could hear my thoughts, he looked me dead in the eyes with that same expression.

After a few seconds of silence, the tension had started to accumulate.

As he began opening his mouth I yearned for his words, for what he would say.

"I need to start getting ready."

Before my dissapointment became any evident, he stood up and headed to his room, presumably to change.

"I'm going to drive myself insane." I muttered to myself as I clutched lightly the left side of my shirt.

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My skin shook from the temperature of the air, that metal room, that bed that stood in the center of the room, yet I'd never lay in.

My garments had begun tearing and my battered shirt covered in blood and spit began giving out a stench that rattled my senses. 

It was night time. I could see from the little window up in the room, the darkness outside felt lonely and terryfing.

She always came to get me at this hour.

I glanced at the top corner of the room at the camera that they had placed.

The feeling of being watched made my hands clutch my knees tighter as I sat on the floor next to the bed.

I wanna get out. I need to get out.

She's coming.

The sound of her footsteps coming closer to my room.

She's coming.