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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The sports festival was approaching quickly, and a formidable opponent for Yasu seemed to be Aizawa, but she didn't have the guts to ask him, and the chances of him actually agreeing to train with her were about zero so why even bother.
'Ngh... he probably doesn't want to be around someone as troublesome as me...'
Said male hadn't brought up the train incident, it was almost like it never even happened, there were a few news articles that served as a constant reminder but besides that it was like their own secret. Theirs and a few others who may have simply been too traumatized to say anything. Everything was normal; the train was fixed and they would travel together, Hizashi would yell during lunch while she would chime in with an irrelevant comment, and then she'd proceed to get her ass cheeks clapped during hero training.
Her close range combat had improved significantly since when school has first started, but compared to her classmates her skills were just a sad, wet paper towel.
It was the weekend, so thankfully she didn't have to talk to anyone (specifically Hizashi), since some people were asking too many questions. The loud blonde had almost interrogated her the day after she didn't show up, and he knew something happened, but she couldn't let anyone know. She refused to let anyone else know. Her parents figured that she was just a teenager going through teenager things again, but the long hours spent in her quiet room were much heavier than they could imagine.
At first, her father was concerned since she would often screech or do weird impressions of dinosaurs or the Grinch during dinner time to make the family laugh, and her mother asked why she stopped going out to the bakery to get pie in the afternoons, but after telling her parents that she was tired, they gave up and figured that U.A. was just a mentally and physically taxing school.
Currently, she was laying under her bed debating on whether or not she wanted to go outside. She was hungry but she wasn't in the mood for food, you know? Her parents were still sleeping so would it really hurt to go out without their permission? Nah.
She slid out from under the mattress and left, not bothering to change out of her T shirt and boy shorts, and just slipping some crocs on. The breeze outside cooled her warm cheeks, the bandages covering her limbs keeping the rest of her body ever so slightly shielded from the air.
The fact that she could leave the house with her bandages exposed was something that brightened her day even just a little, and the girl figured she might as well implement them into her hero costume. It wasn't much for now, just a long sleeve shirt and pants, but she was still trying to figure out what aesthetic she was going for. The grass next to the sidewalk swayed gently, the sun had barely risen, orangey hues painting the sky still. The faint sound of a bird's cry was the only thing that seemed to be going on in her street. Hopefully, it would be the same all the way to the train station.
