BEING REWRITTEN*𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗿𝘆━ 𝗄. 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗀𝗈𝗎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ғᴀɴᴄʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ "WHAT?" My voice boomed through the kitchen. Aizawa kept stirring the eggs, as he let me get out my reaction to the big news.

"UA?" I groaned, dramatically leaning into my chair, "I've already told you I don't want to go there." I argued.

He lifted the pan from the stove eye, inspecting to see if breakfast was done, "I know. You've made that very clear from the time when you were little. But, that's the only other option. Unless you want to be but in juvenile detention for a year." My uncle shoved the eggs onto my plate.

With a pout, I took my fork and stabbed it harshly into my breakfast.

I couldn't go to UA. I don't want to be a pro. And even if the school offers other opportunities, I'm not interested. I already know what I want to do with my life.

"Can't you just tell them I've learned my lesson and I won't use my quirk out in public ever again."

Now, Aizawa was across from me, enjoying his morning meal. However, at my words, he lowered his fork, giving me the look.

"This is your third time getting caught using your quirk without a license. I'm not going to believe a single thing that comes out of your mouth about 'not using your quirk'." He shoves a mouthful of eggs into his mouth. I groan and rest my forehead on the table.

Jiji, our black cat purrs and rubs his head on my ankle, making the tiniest grin appear on my lips as I look down on the floor. Though, I wipe it off to face my uncle.

"Cmon, uncle. You wouldn't really make me go there would you?"

"To keep your name out of those police files, yes I would."

Disappointed resonated, making my gut feel heavier than it actually is. I looked away from my Uncle's dry eyes and around the apartment, finding something else to avert my attention to. Anything.

My eyes land on a picture of Aizawa and me. I was five years old and Aizawa's hair was shorter, tied back. He didn't have that toilet paper looking scarf around his neck, he instead had on a nice pair of clothes as he held me with a genuine smile. I wore a yellow sundress with strap sandals. My uncle was cradling me as I was giggling like a maniac. It was taken at my mothers' birthday party.

I smile at the kind memory. That memory never haunted me in my sleep, and for that I'm thankful.

Now, with a little more clear mind, I turn back to my eating uncle.

"Fine. I'll go."

Aizawa looked up from his breakfast. I can't tell if he's surprised or not, not until he talks.