I own nothing but Adaliah. Feel free to read this as an X reader! I personally just prefer writing about an oc for simplicity and continuity. Thanks for understanding! Again though, feel free to read this as an X reader!
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𝙘𝙤𝙛·𝙛𝙚𝙧
𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣
𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙤𝙭 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨.
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Contrary to what it looked like, Adaliah wasn't hurt very badly. A few minor burns and scrapes here and there, but she was otherwise 'fine'. After the match, Katsuki- feeling rather guilty, even if he didn't show it- carried her to recovery girl, and after a short recovery session, she was good as new. Given, the moment she left her office, Adaliah was swarmed by her brother who was barking at her, already demanding explanation, trying to place blame. Adaliah merely waved him off, ignoring him every time he tried to ask her about it.
The questions had gone into the night, only ending in the morning when she had to leave early to get to class. He offered to drive her in a final attempt to get some answers about what exactly happened, but the school was in walking distance, and she needed time to breath, so she declined, content with her choice.
Until she got to the gates of the U.A..
Reporters bustled all around her, everywhere she looked, crowding the poor girl, frightening her as they shoved cameras and microphones in her face. It took everything in her power to not use her quirk to give her some space, Adaliah damn near an anxiety attack. Her scent signalling that; The familiar burnt sugar smell raging on.
"What's it like having All might as a teacher?!" A particularly pushy media girl yelled, Adaliah shrinking back.
"May I please have some space-"
"Come on, kid!" Another yelled, Adaliah's breath hitching when one of the male reporters grabbed her shoulder.
The world around her seemed to close in on her, dark shadows edging her vision as she tried to keep her quirk in check. She wanted nothing more than space, but the reporters continued to push her. A chill ran down her spine despite the blistering heat she was feeling. She wanted to leave. She wanted to get out.
Helphelphelp-
"She asked for some space, so if you'll be as kind as to allow her to get to class." The temperature had dropped dramatically, a cold hand swatting at the one holding onto Adaliah's shoulder. The fresh linen smell came back, even if it was overpowered as the spicy tone increased.
He was practically given the opportunity to be her hero on a silver platter! No way was he giving this chance up.
Looking up, Adaliah sent a silent thanks to Todoroki, the boy assisting her in her time of need. Leading her by the hand, he was able to weave her through reporters, without further issue, the boy not letting go of her hand until they reached class. Even then he hesitated when she had tried going to sit down, but he eventually did; missing the warmth her small hand had provided him the second it left his grasp.
