« Kumo » || Eijiro Kirishima

|Way, Way Worse|

chapter twenty-one:
|Way, Way Worse|
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Himawari's POV

"Aizawa?" I asked, seeing the man in the driver's seat. 

"C'mon you're going to the training camp."

"The what now?"

"You're a hero n training aren't you?" He questioned.

I slammed the car door closed, a confused sweat dripping down my forehead.

"What? Why would you even think that?!"

"Kid, I've been in the business for a good amount of time. You should work harder on keeping your identity a secret," he said,keeping his eyes on the road, nodding knowingly.

"Gotcha..." I said, nodding slightly. "So...whats this training camp?"

"From what I know, it should help you grow as a hero and an individual. You can maybe even harness that mystery quirk of yours?"

"Did Granny Chiyo put you up to this?"

"Per my request," he said, tapping the steering wheel. "I wouldn't show your face around too much. The class would get suspicious if they saw you and possibly your hero identity at the same place."

"I'll take that into account."

"Speaking of your hero identity, what's your code name either way?"

"Kumo I suppose. I haven't really thought about it."

"You should most likely start think about it, since it'll stick with you forever. Maybe a blonde can help you with it? They seem to be talented in that department."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

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At last, we made it to do the training camp. It was covered in luscious trees and the greenest grass I'd ever seen. It was beautiful and huge!

"I've got another one, but we should keep her under wraps. The kids don't need to know about her."

"A strange request, Eraser. But I'll take it. C'mon, hun! Let's show you your room!" A cat-like woman hopped up and down energetically, walking me too a cabin-like structure. I heard the voices of familiar people back towards the entrance of where I came in.

"I'll leave you here to unpack if you'd like. Have a fun week!" She waved her paw, shutting the door.

I sighed, flopping onto the mattress. It was twin sized, but plenty comfortable. A smile crept on my face, knowing that I could extend on becoming a hero and avoid school bullies. The argument with Shanarika replayed over and over in my head, filling my chest to the brim with panic.

"You should just go and jump off the roof of your so-called dream school and do us all a favor!"

I gulped in fear, grabbing the covers under my curled fingers. I bit my lip.

I wasn't going to cry.

Some self-conscious

Backstabbing

Two-faced

Snake

Son
Of
A
Bitch