Stuck in My Hero Academia (Discontinued)

09

Chapter Nine - Can You Handle Training?

"Come on, this isn't that bad."

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What am I going to do?

Abby stared at the blank screen of the tv. The apartment was dark and quiet, two things that sent her anxiety off.

What if someone breaks in? What if they try to kill me?

Any sound she could hear sent her mind into overdrive. Every little thud or creak, any taps or cracks, she felt her chest tighten as she eyed the darkest corners of the room.

What if something's there?

She continued like this for a while, thinking to herself what if, what if, what if.

A thud from upstairs caused her to jump and land on the hardwood floor with a heavy thump. Grimacing at the little bit of pain in her knees and shoulder, she couldn't help but release a sigh.

What am I doing?

Feeling her skin crawl as she surveyed the living room, she stood. After stumbling in the dark for a few moments (and stubbing her toe on the edge of the coffee table), running into the dimly lit kitchen, and finding the light switch, she flicked it and sighed in relief when the living room brightened. As she held held her foot she couldn't help but think it seemed childish, her fear. She couldn't help it.

That's just the way her mind worked, she guessed. But a quiet voice in the back of her head said otherwise.

I should find something to distract myself with, she decided. At least until Aizawa got home. She licked her lips as her eyes flit about the room, taking in anything that could calm her jitters. Maybe I'll clean, tidy up the place. The apartment did look like it could use a bit of cleaning.

Maybe cleaning was a good distraction.

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Ok, maybe cleaning wasn't a good distraction.

She didn't mean to clean the entire apartment. With a sideways glance to the unopened door at the end of the hall, she fixes the thought. Almost the entire apartment. Before she even began to clean, she drew his room off-limits. She didn't want to know what he'd do if he found out she went into his room without permission. She didn't want to interrupt his safe space.

As she stood in the middle of the living room, she couldn't help but sigh. How long had she been at this?

The door opening gave her an answer. Shit, it's been three hours already?

The look she's greeted with is almost comical. His expression seems to ask why she would clean, of all things, but he doesn't look angry (so there's that).  He doesn't question her.

The rest of the night goes by without much of a conversation, and they both turn in no later after he came home.

That night, Abby found herself staring at the ceiling as questions burned in the back of her mind.

~

The morning went fairly well. Abby woke up early and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink, found Aizawa already awake, then stared at the whiteboard he gave her. Her mind was still foggy from sleep, so it took her a moment to fully process why he handed the whiteboard to her.

"You can use this to communicate until your voice comes back." His voice cut through the fog in her mind as she looked up at him.

She could only stare at him for a few moments with furrowed brows as if what he said hadn't processed in her mind just yet. Then she nodded, turning her gaze to the whiteboard. At least now I don't have to speak with charades. 

"I'm guessing you also don't have control over your quirk."

She shook her head, then uncapped the marker and began writing on the board. Might as well use it right away.

I'm not quite sure what my quirk is.

He furrowed his brows before crossing his arms. "Do they not let you use your quirk in America?"

Scratching the back of her head, she mentally sighed. Did they not let people use their quirks in America? She didn't know. She wasn't from this universe, so how would she?

No, there are some pretty strict laws regarding them. We weren't able to use them during school, either.

He nodded before sighing. Silence fell over them as he thought to himself. "We should train and see what happens. Do you have any idea what your quirk maybe?"

~

After a full day of training, Abby lay on the ground a bit battered and out of breath. I'm going to have bruises. She thought with a grimace.

"So you have good reflexes, but you're too slow to act on them. You pack a pretty good punch, but your movements are sloppy and you go down too easy." He didn't even have a scratch on him, and he was barely sweating! "At least we have an idea on what your quirk is now, so we can continue to work on it so you can gain some control."

Reaching for her whiteboard, Abby wrote down a sloppy ok before laying her forehead against the ground. She was going to die.

"Come on, this isn't that bad." He said, and Abby didn't have to turn around to know he had that creepy smile on his face.

I'm going to die.

~

Meanwhile:

"Hey Present Mic, I was wondering,"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I could go to U.A.?"

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A/N: I will not lie, this chapter may not be too good. I had no idea where I was going with it a lot of the time, and even when I left it be and came back with fresh eyes, I couldn't write the chapter the way I wanted. 

So I'll leave this chapter as is for now, and maybe come back to it later! 

The next upcoming chapters will be getting into the storyline, so that's exciting!