Torn (Book 2)

A picture of a wedding...

A/N:

Kai has no cannon age as it currently stands...

But...

In this fanfic...

I personally consider him to be like...late 30s earlier 40s...

So...

Yeah...

On with the chapter!!!

Y/N POV

I walk up to the dormitory.

I see Aizawa sitting on a step.

I decide to ignore him and reach for the door handle.

"Y/N. You left this at the meeting," Aizawa says, handing me the wrapped up bento.

The hidden tracking device...

"Thank you," I reply, putting it in my bag.

"Fat Gum and I chased after you when you ran off..." Aizawa says.

They did...?

Aizawa glances at me,
"You suddenly disappeared...out of thin air...How did you do that?"

"It's a trick I learned..." I reply, reaching for the door handle again.

"Midoriya said that he saw that 'Camie' girl from the Provisional Licensing Exam do a 'trick' like that...just a little later...you told me Himiko Toga was there...and she had disguised herself as the Camie girl..." Aizawa says.

"Hm..." I hum.

"Where were you? It's past curfew," Aizawa asks.

What's a curfew?

"I was doing errands..." I reply,
"Also...What's a curfew?"

Aizawa gives me a look. He then sighs,
"Do you really not know what a curfew is?"

I nod.

Aizawa continues to give me a weird look and explains,
"It's a regulation requiring people to remain indoors between specified hours, typically at night. It's currently past the curfew for students..."

I hum, the whole definition of curfews going through one ear and out the other.

"...Where did you run off to?" Aizawa asks,
"...say the true answer..."

...no...

Flashback

Nemoto and Kai are surprised.

I, myself, am a little surprised by my answer as well.

Nemoto then asks,
"Do you trust the heroes at all?"

Then...

"No."

I furrow my eyebrows.

No? Not at all? What about...Hawks? But...do I really see him as a hero? He's...just some guy who annoys me, but it pretty fun to have around...so...who do I consider a hero?

"Why don't you trust heroes?" Nemoto asks.

I respond,
"Because...most care only about fame and money. The whole career has become something people only do because they like the idea, they want the fame and money, they want to be like someone they admire, etc...and..."

I look at the ground, eyes darkened,
"They all hate me."

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