𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 [bnha]

003. i had a few words with the principal...

Alternative Title: Don't Forget Me When You're Famous, Yeah?

Atsuko's P.O.V

It'd been a couple of weeks since the grueling practical exam, and a couple weeks of house arrest since I had broken my wing.

I was lucky the wax hadn't broken or melted off or I would've been rushed to the emergency room as per request of my mother.

I tried to convince her I was only going to hang out with friends multiple times, but she clapped back and said I didn't have any friends besides Matsuo; the man in question grinning triumphantly as he ate some jam covered toast at the table with his college assignments scattered around him.

I'd say I was hurt by her comment but it wasn't as if she was wrong.

I had lost a large majority of my friends due to medical conditions with my quirk, and had a hard time gaining more because of their dislike towards my wings that hurt them more times than not.

Hitoshi and I kept contact after the exam, as well as Mashirao who tagged along with us both during the final minutes of the exam.

A pair of us continued to distract villains while the final member of our trio snagged the points, switching positions every so often to balance the spread of points.

The lilac-haired teen was much nicer than his demeanor let him seem. I found this out when we walked towards our homes and he stopped to wrap more than three stray kittens and their mother in his coat, insisting he knew an animal shelter -which doubled as a cat cafe- that he could take them to.

A man after my own heart, which was already his from the get-go.

My flight license was due any day now with much anguish, the train was starting to worsen as the new highschool year flew in accompanied by my broken wing rubbing against every single person I was pushed against.

The pale pink of my Dad's hair peeked into the kitchen where we had all congregated for our own reasons; Mum was working with a new batch of her honey with a few bees swarming around her and placing flowers in her hair, Matsuo was working on college work as well as bills from his own business, and I was making some Eraserhead-themed cookies for the closet-fan, Hitoshi.

"Come get y'all's juice!"

With that single sentence, we all stopped what we were doing to rush over to Dad, swamping him with our presence as we waited for him to give us our mail, despite him being the tallest in the family.

This was what happened every few days when we received our bulk mail, though Dad usually hid the odd few letters from us as a joke. He didn't laugh when we hid a few of his spoons in retaliation, though.

Two letters were handed to me, one with a large, solid bump in the middle and a fancy wax seal and the other a smooth finish.

'My flight license!' I disregarded the bulky one on the table momentarily since I wasn't expecting any other letters. The envelope was torn in seconds and I was left with the fresh, rectangular cut of plastic that gave me legal freedom for another four years.

'I'm going to miss when those punk kids ask to braid my hair, they were so sweet.' I thought with teary eyes, holding the license close to my heart.

"Hey, trinket; you've got another letter, don't you? Are you expecting something else?" Dad called affectionately to me after Mum gave him a peck on the cheek for her mail, returning to her honey with an evident pep in her step.

"Huh? Oh yeah..I wonder what it is.." I mumbled and sat my license down, replacing it with the wax-sealed letter which was soon removed.

Matsuo grinned from his place at the table, hiding it terribly with a slice of toast as he watched me open the letter.