Over Powered (My Hero Acedamia) - Dropped

Chapter 37

I was enjoying living with my Uncle. I wouldn't go to school hungry. I had my own bed, even if I still needed to share a room with my siblings. We went out and bought almost an entire wardrobe for all three of us. I FINALLY HAVE A PAIR OF JEANS! My phone has been updated to his old smartphone. We have a TV, and internet. We all need to share a single computer, but I'm saving up my money I get from tutoring for a laptop. I quit my job at the hotel, as I don't need it anymore.

"I can pick the twins up from school and you can come right home," Matsu offered as we were all around the table eating the breakfast I made. I always wanted to learn how to cook, and I finally could.

"Yea," I agreed to that, already imagining walking home with Shoto. We live in the same city now, so we started walking home. All five of us, Izu-kun, Ochako, Iida, Shoto, and I, walk to the station then we split ways, but I get to stick with Shoto. We don't part ways until a block away from the shop.

"So who's the boy?" my uncle asked, taking note of my blushing face. I made an u healthy notice and covered my face in embrassment.

"Is it Todoroki-san?" Ai asked. They had met my friend on the train in the mornings. They have this strange fixation with him, like I wasn't the onlying one with a crush on him.

"Oh, Ai who's Todoroki-san?" Uncle dug into the over sharing younger sister of mine. I whimpered and tried to curl I to an even smaller ball.

"He has two different color hair, exactly in half, white and red. They his eyes are also different colors, and he has a scar on the red side," Ai answered with great enthusiasm.

"He's Onee-chan's classmate, who rides the same morning train as us," Aoi added, so our uncle would have more details.

"When will I get to meet him?" he asked turning to me. I was completely flustered at this point. A lot of boys have been asking me out, surprisingly. I've been rejecting them all, hoping one would notice and take the opportunity. Then again he may not even like me. I'm still fine with being friends though. That's at least what I tell myself.

"Come on you two, you'll be late for school," I told the two, rushing us away from our gossip interested uncle.

"Have a good day you three," he called out to us as we rushed out the door. The two were skipping down the sidewalk, hands connected. Had they not look like eachother they could have been mistaken for an elementary school couple. I just walked protectively behind them. It was nice not being scared for you life as you walk down the street.

"Jika, when do you think mom and dad will come visit?" Ai asked. I hadn't told them the entire truth. They still were holding onto hope that their parents would visit. That their parents still loved them. That our parents still remembered us.

"I miss them Onee-chan," Aoi added, "Can't they come live with Uncle with us?" I looked down at their innocent little heads. I felt tears pickling my eyes. I was happy their backs were to me. I didn't want them to question my tears.

"It's complicated," I murmured, unsure if the two heard me. We continue used our walk in silence. My regret of my mistake stewed in my mind making me feel worse and worse.

"Hey," Shoto greeted me as we walked up to him. The train had yet to arrive so we had some time to kill. "Are you crying?" he asked.

"No," I told him, reaching up to wipe away tears, "I have a headache." I hope he would buy it. I get headaches a lot now since I'm suing my quirk more. Regret layered on regret, cause I didn't want to lie to him. Really I wanted to tell someone. I was going to tell Uncle, but I couldn't even bring myself to do that.

I looked down to see Aoi was looking up at us with a shine in his eyes, sorta like they were glowing. I recognized this as him seeing into the future. I place my hand on top of his head, bringing him back to the present. "You two are gonna kiss," he declared with an awed face. I instantly started blushing, knowing that was the truth. Luckily Shoto didn't know his quirk.

He didn't question me about it until we were walking home. "What was with you're brother this morning?" he asked timidly, like he was embarrassed by it.

"I'm not sure," I lied, "He blurts random things a lot." No that was Ai and I knew that. I awkwardly laughed.

"Um, so I was talking to my sister, the one who likes classic music, about that book series you were talking about, and she has the movies," he told me, keeping his eyes to the ground. This one statement excited me so much. I could practically feel the stars in my eyes." Do you want to come over this weekend and watch them...?" He seemed so hesitant to do this.

In turn, and factoring in my crush, I was hesitant to answer. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next. It could be party from knowing we were to kiss in the future. Or I was sick of waiting around for him to make a move. Come on it's so old fashioned for the guy needing to ask out the girl. "How about we go out for dinner first and make a date out of it," I sounded so confident when I said this, when I was practically dying inside.

We both just stopped walking and looked at each other. I was starting to cringe in regret. I worded it in such a way I could play it off as wording if I tried, but his face said otherwise. His eyes were the widest I have ever seen them, his eyebrows were a centimeter higher, and his mouth was agape. It was the most expressive I'd hmever seen him. My best guess was that he was surprised.

"A date?" he asked in his usually monotone voice. It seemed to have gotten stuck in his throat as it sorta just cut off there and hung in the air around us.

I started stuttering as I tried to find the right words. "Ugggh," I groaned in embarrassment, "I like you Shoto...." I stopped myself before I went on and on about him. He'd think I was some crazy girl who stalked him or something, not an overly observent classmate.

"I like you too," he stuttered out. I looked up from my embarrassed gaze towards the ground to see he was locked in one himself with a slight pink tint to his face.

"So dose this Saturday work?" I asked, moving to a much less embarrassing topic. "We could meet up somewhere for something to eat, then go back to your place to watch the movies?"

"That works for me," he agreed. We continued our walk home, just this time our hands were awkwardly intertwined.