Not Another Extra | A My Hero Academia FanFiction

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight | Enjoyment

The rest of the day was uneventful.

Aizawa held me back to tell me that I can't walk out of class anymore because Shigaraki's on the move now. A reasonable request. Doesn't mean I'll respect it.

He let me go back to the dorms and that leads me to now.

I'm in the public bath, relaxing in the citrus-scented water all by my self.

This is the height of luxury!

Suddenly, I hear footsteps padding across the soaked floor and I begin to panic.

My scars! Shit!

I activate my quirk and jump out of the water, desperately wrapping my towel around my body before deactivating and seeing Tsu, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu all step in through the curtains.

"Whoa guys, is it breezy in here or is it just me?" Uraraka jokes, rubbing her arms and stepping into the water to warm up.

"Oh, hi Tamiko!" she exclaims excitedly, waving her hands vigorously in the air.

"Hello," I mumble, walking out of the room and fetching my clothes.

I walk into a toilet stall and change into my pyjamas before throwing my hair into a messy bun and walking out, toiletry bag in hand.

I walk out and sigh, taking in the remarkably cooler air before heading over to the stairs, deciding to walk to my room.

The walk is quick, and before I know it, I'm walking down the corridor for the fourth floor, and also walking past Todoroki.

We don't say anything to each other, but rather nod in acknowledgement, something we both seem to do often. I step into my room, quietly closing the door behind me and throwing myself onto my bed dramatically. I land on my stomach and latch into my pillow, pulling it to my chest like a stuffed animal or person.

I pull back and look at the pillow when a thought comes to my head.

If you were a person, who would I want you to be?

I look at the pillow carefully. It old and worn, slightly bumpy with uneven stuffing and lumps scattered across it. The pillowcase is a muted mustard yellow with red swirls and immediately I know who this pillow would be.

Damn it Sparky-Boom...

Even so, I pull the pillow close to my chest, enjoying the way it pushes against my rigs and lungs slightly, feeling as if someone is actually hugging me, and for a while, I just lay there.

I think about a lot of things, but that constant pressure on my ribs lets me know that I'm safe here. I'm safe on the school ground and surrounded by professionals, potential professionals, and good people with strong goals and morals.

"I don't wanna sleep..." I mumble, turning over and laying on my other side, the pillow still pressed against my chest. "To the kitchen!" I yell to myself, getting up and kicking on my slippers before running down the stairs and turning into the small kitchen.

First, I go to the mini fridge and find nothing interesting in it. Then, I go to the main fridge, still finding nothing interesting. Finally, I turn to the pantry where I find something very interesting.

A shirtless Sparky-Boom.

I try not to blush as I walk next to him and look over his shoulder into the pantry, ignoring the sudden spot of heat in my chest.

"Have you no shame?"I ask, reaching over him and grabbing some skittles.

"Have you no shame?" he mocks in an exaggerate feminine voice, clearly trying to get on my bad side.

I ignore his remark and I turn to open the packet of Skittles, only to have them ripped out of my hands by someone else.

"Mine now, bitch."

"Did you just take my skittles?"I ask him incredulously.

"Did you just take my skittles?" he mocks me again.

He plops a red skittle into his mouth before pulling out a yellow one and forcing it between my lips.

What the fuck?

"You know, I have red and you have yellow," he says, placing the skittles on the counter and pushing me against it, trapping me in his arms.

I stand there frozen, my breath caught in my throat.

What the fuck!?

"You wanna make orange?" he leans in dangerously close, his warm breath dancing across my lips teasingly, tickling my nose and making me blush like crazy.

And that's when it hits him.

And when it hits me.

He pulls back instantly, recoiling from my body and blushing like an idiot, and I can't contain it anymore.

I burst out laughing.

Like, on the ground, knee-slapping, dying hyena type of laugh.

He stands there, watching me flop like a retarded seal for a little longer than necessary before I stand up again, trying to catch my breath.

"Y-you?" he asks, standing dumbfounded for some reason.

"M-me?" I mock him, playing his game along with him.

"You just laughed..." oh shit. "And you smiled, and giggled and you... what the fuck?" he says, dumbfounded by his recent discovery.

I cover my mouth as my eyes widen. Holy shit I'm actually an idiot.

"I... I have to go..." I say, standing up properly and walking out of the kitchen, skittles in my hand and blush on my face.

He doesn't retaliate as I walk away, and surprisingly, I don't regret what I did. I enjoyed laughing, and I didn't care that someone saw me do it.

What the fuck..?

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-Red