Aizawa Shōta is an enigma to many people. He seemed to be a stoic man with little regard for his work, yet somehow managed to always be early and support his students. He was exactly the opposite of what you'd initially think.
Suzukaze Yasu was qui...
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Bed sheets were sprawled across the floor, pillows scattered across the room along with the occasional stuffed animal. In the midst of it all lay a 15 year old girl who simply wanted to know what it was like to breathe. The room smelt of lavender, almost painfully so (she should've read the directions on how to dilute essential oils better to be fair).
"I've taken advantage of my blessings- what is it to breathe? I long for the sweet relief of death to save me from my suffering!"
The door to the room was slammed open, a paler yet mini, un-bandaged version of Yasu stood at the entrance.
"Can you like, shut up? You're sick boo hoo. You're gonna be late for school if you don't hurry up so make up your mind, I don't need mom yelling me to come over here again."
Her sister rolled her eyes before slamming the door and leaving Yasu to her quiet curses. The over dramatic girl dragged herself to the bathroom, showering and getting ready for the day. Her muscles ached as she put her clothes on but she knew it wasn't from the cold. It was probably the fact that she was repeatedly beat in the sparring class 1-A had done yesterday. Her classmates were ruthless, not that she believed it should be any other way. It was a world in which you kill or be killed, and no matter how long it took, she swore she wouldn't die some pointless death.
She gave her mother a kiss and a curt goodbye before heading off for the day. Another painful set of hours at U.A. The school wasn't bad by far, she was just the epitome of the worst human in every aspect and the curriculum was just proving the thoughts she'd had before enrolling.
"Hn... I should've just let her kill me... nobody will want help from some kid that cant even do a push up..."
She had been doing exercise in her room to try and catch up with the rest of her class, but even then, her muscles didn't seem to want to her and stronger. What a bother.
"You keep saying stuff like that and you'll never get past the first year."
Yasu almost astrally projected out of her soul due to shock, her body almost leaping a full foot off the ground.
"Jee, Aizawa. Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to listen in on people talking to themselves?"
Over the past week the two had fallen into a routine of meeting at the train station before school and walking together afterwards. For the most part they never really spoke much, both appreciating the relief of not having to carry a conversation, though occasionally talking about random things was not completely off the agenda.
"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to tell people they're stupid for not understanding something?"
"Hey! She had it coming... it was simple English..."
