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

Chapter 49

It was the next day. Turns out, it hadn't just been a nap- it was a full-blown, coma-level sleep that knocked me out for the night. I'd missed dinner, and most importantly, missed my chance to eat anything that wasn't processed and shelf-stable.

Which meant I woke up starving and vaguely homicidal.

My stomach grumbled in protest as I dragged myself from bed, glaring at the sun like it had personally offended me.

There were bags under my eyes the size of grocery totes- deep, dark reminders of whatever the hell that dream had been last night.

I did my best to cover them up with makeup, though there was only so much concealer could do for emotional exhaustion disguised as physical fatigue.

And as for the hickeys- the evidence of whatever fever dream or dimensional hookup that had been- I stared at myself in the mirror with the type of judgment usually reserved for crime scenes.

I ended up buttoning my uniform shirt all the way to the top and tightening my tie like a noose, silently praying no one noticed. Especially not Katsuki, who would absolutely murder the nearest boy within a ten-foot radius if he so much as suspected what the bruises were.

Still, despite the lack of sleep and simmering hunger, I managed to look halfway presentable. Which, for someone in my state, was basically a miracle.

I glanced at the clock.

Another day at UA

Another day of pretending nothing weird was happening.

Another day of pretending I wasn't slowly losing my damn mind.

Perfect.

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I dropped into my seat like a sack of bricks, slouched so low I was practically melting into the chair. Chin propped in my hand, eyes half-lidded, body tense- but weirdly relaxed. Like I'd been strung too tight for too long, and now my nerves were trying to collapse all at once.

Mr Aizawa stood at the front of the room like a shadow with coffee breath, his expression as unreadable as always. My gaze wandered, mostly out of boredom... and then, inevitably, it drifted to Todoroki.

Only for a second.

Maybe two.

I caught myself and immediately looked away, pretending like I was super interested in the faint crack on the side of Aizawa's podium.

"Starting today we'll resume our regular classes, and training schedule. I know a lot has happened over the past few days, however, you need to switch gears and focus on your school duties. We're lecturing today but this semester you'll have even harsher training than before." His eyes flicked in my direction- sharp, deliberate.

I barely held in a groan and slumped further in my chair.

Normal training I could handle. My powers were built for chaos.

But night training? The secret kind? The why-am-I-having-visions-of-dead-people-and-hot-men-with-scars kind? That was the part I was dreading.

Finding out who the hell Ophelia is- or was- and if we could coexist in the same brain without imploding? Yeah. Not fun.

"Like to share, Ashido?" Aizawa said flatly, his voice sharp like a blade dragging across glass. His capture weapon lifted lazily into the air, glowing faintly red.

Mina squeaked, practically shrinking into her desk. "His icy stare is back," she whispered under her breath.

Asui raised her hand to save her, bless her frog-shaped heart. "Excuse me, sir. May I ask a question?"