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

Chapter 50

Usually, I wake up to an alarm, the sun shining in my eyes, or on the worst days- an ugly person with a vendetta against peace and sleep. But today? Today, I woke up to the disturbing weight of my principal standing on my stomach.

Literally.

"Good, you're up!" Principal Nezu beamed down at me, his expression giddy and unfazed by the fact that he was still standing on my abdomen like it was a podium.

Is this supposed to be normal?

My eyes widened as I blinked against the sterile light of the nurse's office. A groan escaped me as I dropped my head back onto the pillow with a thud. "What kind of trouble am I in this time?" I muttered, already resigned to my fate.

There was no point in resisting. They had me cornered...again.

Nezu chuckled and gave a small shake of his head. "Not much trouble. But we do need you to go over what happened."

My gaze drifted to the side, and I was immediately met with the bright smile of Mirio Togata, who was seated not far from the bed like a golden retriever waiting for treats.

"Hello!" he chirped.

I blinked. Then looked at Nezu again.

"With him in here?" I whispered.

Nezu nodded, unbothered. "Mirio witnessed your... translation full on. Which, as you know, now makes him part of this situation."

Aizawa stepped forward, arms crossed, his usual brooding aura shadowing the corner he stood in. "So go ahead and explain what happened."

I scoffed, half in disbelief, half in irritation, and sat up. Nezu still firmly planted on my stomach like I was some sort of living yoga ball.

The room was packed. Teachers, heroes, staff members who already knew about the situation. And now Mirio, too.

Great.

I ran a hand through my hair and flinched when I pulled out a small chunk of dried rubble. "It started during the fight. Everything felt normal until the air shifted. There was something off- different. Like something was coming. Something... big. So big, I completely forgot Mirio was even there."

I paused to flick the chunk of debris across the room.

"Different how?" Nezu asked, tilting his head with that ever-present smile.

I hesitated, choosing my words. "It was like the air was warning me. Like something ancient was about to touch down. But it wasn't Mirio. Whatever it was... I already knew it. Deep down."

Mirio listened intently, leaning in.

"I didn't even see him coming. Next thing I knew, I was back behind the glass again. Watching her fight him. And I- I tried to stop it. I swear I did."

The room quieted.

"When she raised her hand to kill him... I managed to stop her." My voice dropped, the memory still vivid. "Somehow, I pushed through."

Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by pushed through?"

I looked up at him. "Like I said before- when she's in control, I'm still awake inside. Still thinking. It's like being locked in a glass box. Usually, she ignores me or says one cryptic word and goes back to doing whatever she wants. But this time... when I asked about the man with the scar- yeah, I called him Scarface, sue me- she froze. Usually I don't remember till a few minutes or hours."