Flaws [BNHA x Pokemon!Reader]

25: And Future

You were sitting on the edge of your bed watching an infomercial on your tiny television when the doorbell buzzed. Glaceon had been asleep on your lap and poked his head upward to look toward the source of the noise. The two of you looked at each other. As far as you were aware you weren't expecting any visitors. In a normal living area, an uninvited guest might not seem like such a bad thing, but where you lived, opening the door to a stranger was a good way to get robbed.

Sending Glaceon back into your inventory, you stood. Very slowly, practically tiptoeing, you made your way to the door. There was no peephole for you to look out of (an oversight on the part of the builders, but oh well), so you knelt down and looked through the crack of light at the bottom of the door frame. There were two pairs of shoes, both fancy and black. Straining your ears, you listened to what the voices were saying.

"Are you sure this is the right place?"

"That's what it says on her form."

You grinned and stood back up to open the door. Both of those voices were easily recognizable and, sure enough, the two men in front of you were exactly who you thought they'd be.

"Aizawa, All Might," you said. "Please, come in."

Both men were sharply dressed in black suits. All Might looked different–his normal form would definitely take some getting used to–but he still had the same kind look in his eyes. Aizawa's hair was slicked back and he somehow looked even more tired than usual; probably dealing with the press fallout from the kidnapping had taken a toll on him. It had only been a few days since you'd been rescued and the media was still clamoring about the events. Blame on UA's security was high.

"Hello (L/n), how are you doing?" All Might asked.

You shrugged, moving aside so the two men could enter into the room; if you had known they were coming, you would have tidied up a bit. "Considering the circumstances, not too bad. It's been kind of nice not having to go to school."

Aizawa looked up at the stained ceiling and then over at the walls which had peeling brown wallpaper falling away from them. He raised an eyebrow and spoke. "You live here, kid?"

"Pretty luxurious, huh?" You said with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Don't get too intimidated because of my high-class living space. I'm just like everyone else."

"Jesus Christ," Aizawa muttered. "Where are your parents? We're here on official UA business–about your future as a student."

Your blood froze. Your future as a student? From the way he was making it sound, it was almost like they were planning on kicking you straight out of UA, and for what? Getting kidnapped? Far be it from you to tell pro heroes what to do, but that seemed like a dick move.

"Am I getting kicked out?" You asked. Your voice was no longer sarcastic and witty, and now felt very pathetic and tiny coming out of your mouth.

All Might choked on air and waved his hands in front of his face wildly; his eyes were wide and he seemed taken aback. "Oh, no, not at all! It's nothing like that, really. You've shown yourself to be a remarkable hero even just as a first year. UA is lucky to have you."

"He's right, kid," Aizawa said, gruff but lovingly. "Now, are your parents here, or should we come back another time?"

You grimaced as you remembered the last time you had spoken to your parents–at the UA Sports Festival–where they had made it very clear they didn't approve of what you were doing. "They're not here. I don't know where they are, actually. And you could come back another time, but they still won't be here."

The two men exchanged a look and then Aizawa turned back to you in concern. "Wait, do you mean you've been living alone this whole time? Here?" He gestured to the dilapidated apartment (and was no doubt thinking of the precarious trek through your abysmally sketchy neighborhood while he did so). Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.