Emote: Bakugo x OC Reader

Chapter 11

I continued to think about what Kirishima had said over the next few days and pondered it as I sat in my class attempting to focus on the quiz in front of me. Shinso had suggested the idea that I made Kirishima feel physical pain during our match but even after confirming it with my opponent it still felt so unreal. I'd never made someone feel pain like that before. I wanted to experiment with it to see if I could do it again but who would want to be the guinea pig in that test? And beyond that, I didn't exactly have many people in my life to choose from. Shinso was my best friend and ultimately my only friend. There were a few kids in our class that I was friendly with but we never hung out outside of UA. I had become comfortable with being a loner at a young age, so it didn't really bother me. Being a wallflower had always suited me and it aided me in not getting distracted from my ultimate goal, becoming a hero.

"Okay class, pencils down." The teacher said, cutting through the silence of the room.

I immediately put my head down on the desk, a light thud sounding. I hadn't even completed the quiz, I had been too lost in my own thoughts. "Y/n?" I heard a soft female voice say and I looked up to find my teacher standing by my desk. The rest of the class was already filing out, although I noticed Shinso slowly putting his school supplies away in his bag, clearly stalling.
"Principal Nezu would like to see you," she said and I immediately became anxious. Seeming to sense the dread that had settled over me at the idea of being called to the principal's office, my teacher smiled warmly at me as she picked up my quiz. "You're not in trouble, y/n. No need to worry."

"Oh..." I let out a breath and stood, gathering my notebook and pens and shoving them into my schoolbag haphazardly.

"What's up?" I heard Shinso say and I looked up to find concern written in his eyes.

"Well, I've been called to the principal's office," I said, attempting to laugh, but it came out sounding more like a bark. I cleared my throat before continuing. "I'm not sure why, but she said I'm not in trouble."

"Okay, do you want me to wait around?" He asked.

Since we had just finished our last class of the day we typically would have walked to the gym together to get a work out in before heading home. "No, don't worry about it," I said, waving nonchalantly. "No biggie. I'll just see you tomorrow, okay?"

I could tell that Shinso was sensing the anxiety that I was feeling due to the unknown of this situation. He seemed to go through an internal battle but nodded once before making his exit. My mind was racing as I made my way to Principal Nezu's office. I'd never been called to his office before and I could feel my heart pounding as his door came into view. I noticed the slight tremor in my hand as I lifted my fist to knock on the heavy wood door.

"Come in!" I heard a cheerful voice say. As I opened the door, Principal Nezu came into sight, looking miniature compared to his massive desk. As the door swung open all the way I noticed that there was someone else in the room. He was wearing all black aside from a long gray scarf that was wrapped around his neck several times. His black hair was long and unruly. I had the random and unexpected urge to run a comb through it. I looked away quickly as he turned around to face me, convinced that he had somehow sensed this awkward thought. I could swear my shirt was moving under the force of my beating heart, which seemed to be the only sensation I could hear or feel in this moment.

"Hello, y/n!" Principal Nezu said and waved his hand to welcome me into the room. He smiled brightly at me and I felt myself relax a little. However, when my attention turned back to the man in black I felt my breath hitch. His face was unsmiling and his dark eyes looked into mine as though they were searching for something. "Please, take a seat," I heard the principal say and I pried my eyes away to face Nezu again.

He had already gotten himself up from his desk and made it to one of the couches, where he worked to hoist himself up onto the seat. It was kind of adorable to be honest, the way his small mouse like body barely made a dent on the sofa and his legs stuck out in front of him, being no where near touching the ground. I sat on the sofa opposite him but the man remained standing. I was starting to get uncomfortable when Principal Nezu finally introduced the man, "This is Mr. Aizawa," he said.

Mr. Aizawa. Mr. Aizawa. Why does that name sound familiar? I thought. My mind searched for why I recognized the name and suddenly it clicked. "Wait, you're the teacher for Class 1-A!" I said, louder than expected. I remembered his name from the news when they talked about the attack on the USJ. The students of class 1-A were in the building when the villains attacked and although the press had kept the kids names out due to confidentiality issues, I'd seen Aizawa's name pop up multiple times being labeled as the student's teacher. He was present during the attack as well and had taken quite the beating. It wasn't until that moment that I noticed some light scarring under his right eye and I winced as I recalled the news reports.

"Yes," His voice was low and gravely and he looked utterly bored to be here.

Principal Nezu chuckled softly before continuing, "Yes, that he is. And given the context of why I called you here, I wanted him to be present for this meeting as well."

My mind was reeling. "Okay," I said, dumbfounded enough to not know what else to say.

"There's been an opening in Class 1-A," Nezu said and in that moment I felt all of the air leave my body. Time seemed to slow and I saw his lips continue to move but I couldn't comprehend what was being said.

"What?" I said, too loudly.

Mr. Aizawa gave an exasperated sigh and I ignored him as I focused again on Principal Nezu, whose warm smile seemed to bring some of the lost air back into my lungs. "This must come as quite a shock," He said empathetically. "We were very impressed with your performance during the sports festival and although it had been my desire to transfer you to the hero course immediately it simply wasn't possible unless one of the students in the hero course was dropped. This was not possible at the time, however..." He trailed off, looking to Mr. Aizawa.

"One of my students had to drop the hero course due to a family emergency," Mr. Aizawa said. "The spot is yours, if you want it."

He said it so casually, as though my entire life hadn't been leading to this moment. My entire being was flooded with joy, relief and determination. I stood up, fueled by the surge of adrenaline running through my veins. "Yes, sir!" I bowed deeply as I felt a burning sensation behind my eyes and fought to keep the tears at bay. "Thank you!"