Rejected Prodigy

Chapter 6: Cafe Crisis

'Oh my god...this is bad. Suuuuuper bad. What am I supposed to do about this?' The blond's mind was reeling from the traumatizing final talk with her 'teacher'. 'Why did he go along with what my mom assumed? Why do I have to meet him tomorrow? Do I have to meet him tomorrow? Why do I ask myself so many questions...AND WHY DID HE LEAVE WITH THE VISITOR SLIPPERS?!'

'Oops...I guess I'll give them back if they show tomorrow..' Aizawa just shrugged it off while walking down the street in fuzzy pink house slippers.

"Valentine, dear, come here and help Akio with his math will you? I don't know what this poly-whatsits theorem is." Her mother called from the dining room.

"Ah. The Pythagorean theorem? I'll be right there!" She called back and then immediately tried to suppress a yawn.

"NO!" A sudden loud voice called. "I can do it! Don't bother with it, Sis!" Akio shouted, eliciting a shush from his smaller sister. Valentine walked into the room.

"Are you sure? I can help it's no problem!" She tried to reason with the small boy.

"NO! Absolutely not! I can do this, okay? Your sleepy eyes will just irritate me. Just go relax or something." He concluded giving her a sideways glare while furiously scribbling on his paper. The little girl gave him a disapproving look and shook her head.

"Akio...you're are such a tsundere sometimes." Chuoko stated. Akio flinched and the older sister chuckled.

"Where did you learn that word Chuoko? Hahaha" Valentine laughed, or rather chuckled half-heartedly, at her bickering siblings. Upon seeing her eldest's shoulders slouch, the old woman frown. With a sigh and a heave, the woman pushed herself out of her chair and shuffled over to the blond.

"Valentine, please, go rest a little. I'll call your work for you. I didn't want to worry you, because I know you like your independence, but you look like death! Please go rest!" The girl took one look at her mother's worried expression and caved. 

"Alright, Alright!" The girl threw her hands up in front of her chest. She tried her best to give a reassuring smile, but it didn't fool her mother. The older woman watched her eldest retreat into their shared bedroom.

After the message from Aizawa to the principal after leaving the suspects house, all of the teachers convened in the small conference room once more. The smell of coffee and the promise of free donuts made it impossible for the teachers to complain about this extremely early meeting. After a few minutes of waiting, Nedzu, the principal, walked into the packed room.

"Good morning, everyone! My apologies for the short-notice, emergency meeting." Nedzu announced, taking his seat at the end of the table. "Now then, please, Aizawa, explain what happened last evening in minute detail." He clasped his small hands on the table in front of him and looked towards Aizawa.

Closing his eyes, Aizawa recounted all of the night before's events: from the meeting at the convenience store, to the dinner with an overly zealous old woman. Nothing was left out. Concluding his retelling of events, he opened his eyes to examine the other teachers' faces.

"Hmm." Nedzu was the first to speak. "So this...Valentine was it? Did you ever find out what their quirk was?" He looked towards Aizawa.

"Unfortunately not." He sighed. "It was the one thing I was not able to find out."

A certain voluptuous woman sighed on the other side of the room. "So what your saying is, you stalked a young girl from her work place to her home, scared her senseless, had a nice one-sided chat with her elderly mother, and threatened her to come meet you today all because her eyes and stature matched our suspect?" She raised an eyebrow and chuckled at her coworkers now slightly red face. "You do realize that you could come off as a villain, right?" Midnight sighed shaking her head lightly.

"Ugh" Aizawa growled. "Look, I was the one that saw the eyes of the suspect, and I saw her and decided to act on instinct. Nothing more. When I showed up at her home, I did not expect to be pulled in by a talkative old lady, get shoved into dinner with the family, and ogled over by her elementary kids. I just wanted to see what the girl was like." He rubbed his temples as a few of the other teachers giggled. Nedzu clapped his hands.

"Alright!" All noise died, "I don't think what Aizawa did was wrong, but I do want to change how we should handle the rest. All Might, did you bring what I requested?" All Might nodded and slid a folder down to the principal. "I believe it would be an error if we had Aizawa, or any teacher, to continue contact with this girl. For this reason, I asked All Might to supply me with a list of students he felt could handle themselves in battle, but could also talk normally with someone their own age." Nedzu pulled out a list with names of current first year students and placed it on the table for all the teachers to examine. In the back of his mind, Nedzu felt an odd prickling sensation, like he should remember something.

'Calm down...calm down...' Valentine was taking deep breathes. After several hours of arguing with herself on whether or not she should go to the café as per demanded by Mr. Aizawa, the girl was rounding the corner towards said café. Making her way down the busy street, she started to get more and more anxious. She had rationalized her decision to go by thinking that if she no-showed, she would come off more suspicious. She spent an extra hour on preparing her appearance to be someone a little less sketchy. She kept a drawer full of newly-knitted, baggy sweaters her mother made her for an occasion like this. She pulled out one that was a pearly pink color, and baggy, but not too long, she slipped on some cute bunny-faced tights, and a pair of shorts that just peeked out from under her sweater. Matched with light cream, slightly used flats, the girl looked like all the other 'normal' girls walking down the street. Breathing in one last large breath, she opened the door to the little café. She looked around and sighed in relief. Aizawa had not arrived yet, it seems. She walked over to the counter and ordered a coffee before making her way to a table by the front windows. Not even five minutes later, the girl got an unexpected guest.

"Uhm...e-excuse me!?" The voice spoke, slightly raising by the end of the sentence. The blond turned her head towards the owner. She raised an eyebrow at his nervousness and took in his green hair and freckles.

"uh..yes? Can I help you?" She said and mentally slapped herself 'Uwaah, I'm talking like I do at work!' Only then did she notice the fuzzy pink slippers in the boy's hand, and gave him a slightly confused look.

"I-I think these are yours? I was told by my teacher to bring these to you! My name is Midoriya Izuku! It's a pleasure to meet you!" The boy bowed, quickly and made the girl half-jump out of her chair. People turned to look at the two. She responded in kind.

"A-Ah! Same to you! I'm Valentine!" The girl bowed lightly. After the two stood back up, the girl offered the boy to take a seat. 'Why is this guy here? Not that I'm complaining all that much that Aizawa's not here, but this guy is weird! He's way too nervous!' She took in his visage and giggled lightly at his flustered state. His cheeks were tinted a light pink and he refused to look at her. 'Ehhh now he's making me embarrassed!'

~~AUTHOR'S NOTE!~~

Hey, Hey Everyone! Sorry it's been far too long since I've updated this! I just recently watched the newest episodes of season 2, and got the urge to upload more! Please forgive me for this really late chapter! I had run out of inspiration (which it turns out, happens frequently) BUT! I am on a roll right now so expect to get a few chapters!!