Snowflake || Boku no Hero Academia

𝕏𝕍𝕀: ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

It was late at night, and you should really be in bed by now, but you couldn't sleep. So now you're here, at the rooftop of the lodge that you're staying, enjoying the company the stars provided who are silently marching across the sky. The wind was softly blowing your untied hair as you rested your chin on your curled up knees.

The events at the hot spring still lingered in your mind, suddenly noticing how you've turned yourself vulnerable in front of the very people you wanted to kill just a month or two ago.

You mindlessly created glyph in front of you as it was a habit you had developed over years of training. Whenever you were alone on a peaceful environment, you would practice summoning different types of glyphs in quick succession. You can produce glyphs without your rapier so long as they are near you. But whenever you are engaged in mid to long range combat, you're going to need your rapier in order to make effective glyphs, even if they are small in size. You could say that this is one of the down sides of your quirk, but you categorized it as something you needed to work on.

And work on it you didn't.

A small frown was set on your lips as you produced three different types of glyphs in front of you before converging them into one, producing a crystallized rose, but sadly, it broke apart the moment you made a move to touch it.

"My mind's a shitty mess," you mumbled to yourself.

"[L/n]," a familiar voice called to you, making you unsummon the glyphs in front of you as you turned around, only to be met by the hard eyes of the Class Representative.

"Tenya Iida," you looked at him expectantly as you leaned back and propped your weight on your arms. You know for sure that he didn't just come here in the middle of the night to stargaze with you.

"Listen," he spoke, still staying on his spot near the ladder that led up to the roof. "I don't know what Aizawa-sensei or the other teachers saw in you, but do know that I still haven't forgiven you for what you have done." His eyes were daggers as he glared at you. If looks could kill, you would've been in pieces by now.

You took in a deep breath, letting the evening air calm you down. To be honest, you were expecting one of the three men you've offended the most in this class to come looking for you a bit sooner than Iida did. But this was a start as you suddenly thought of ways to 'redeem' yourself to this class.

But before you can say a word, Iida continued, "Even though, as you are now technically a part of our class, I will treat you fairly as a classmate, nothing more, nothing less. Beyond that, you are still a villain in my eyes." His last sentence was stated in a low and threatening voice.

Your features hardened as you stood up. You knew this was coming, the whole 'you're still a villain no matter what you say' speech. Still, you nodded your head and said, "I accept your opinions about me, Iida. But do know that if your view of me will remain the same, then consider us both on the same page." You glared at him with the same intensity. "If it comes down to it, know that I will never hold back."

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The following morning . . . err, two hours later after you left the roof and decided to get some sleep, you and the rest of Class 1-A were shoved out of your cots, forced to wear PE uniforms, and were practically dragged out to the open field in front of the training lodge.

"Good morning everyone," Aizawa greeted. "Today we begin a rigorous round of reinforcement training. This trip's mission is to strengthen everyone's quirks as a whole, thereby allowing everyone to achieve their temporary licenses. This is preparation to stand against and up to live-action hostility aggression from your enemy. With that being said, Bakugou, try throwing this." He called the ash blond and tossed him a ball.