"Love was so fucking cringey until I met you."
You and your delinquent brother had been "troubled" kids, since the very beginning of it all.
Before things got bad; and, before things got good.
Constantly wreaking havoc just for the fun of it, lea...
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Two months had passed.
You were forced to spend all your precious time with the league, but chose to hang out with mostly Dabi, but preferably alone. You didn't like the others, so tried to avoid them at all costs.
They were annoying and persistent.
However, unfortunately for you, they loved you, and always tried to be around you. They called you on missions—which clearly you denied—and tried to talk to you every chance they got. Especially Toga and Compress, they were always trying to get your good-graces.
It was obvious who was superior.
They knew about the unspoken hierarchy, and respected it with every ounce of themselves.
You were better.
Quicker, smarter, and much stronger. They weren't used to having you around, doing your own thing around the agency, making coffee, eating their food, but they quickly picked up on your short fuse, and chose to avoid you when angry.
It was good that way.
Often times, they spotted you running around the rooftops, or running to the parkour training centre in town, training yourself constantly.
It was like all you knew was to better yourself.
You learned how to use a firearm, and how to rebuild one in a short time frame. With endless days of repetitive practice, and disciplined training rehearsals, you managed to get your time down to just 5 seconds.
You weren't sure when you would need to use that new skill, but it was just a way to pass time.
You weren't happy back in the agency.
The people there, weren't your people. You were always looking down on them, and no one was on your level or even near it. In fact, no one around was even worthy or willing to try and reach your level.
Everyone was content with being below you, and it pissed you off.
It made it all too easy—as if they were mocking you.
As stupid as it sounds, being the best is kind of boring. There's no one to look up to, no one to surpass. Nothing to inspire you to better yourself.
No one other than you.
And it was exactly what you did.
After the two months had passed, lots of people had lost hope.
2-A wouldn't stop searching, but their spirts were constantly being brought down, when they had to return to regular classes without you.
Aizawa was broken, to know you'd been forced back into old habits.
He saw you changing, but now that you were back with them, it was like all his hard work was for nothing.
