Hemora || BNHA OC Fanfic

chapter 4 ➵ a talk with the principal

Himura quietly walked through the halls of U.A., looking out through the large stained windows. Gentle sunlight seeped in through the glass, basking her in a blanket of warmth. She felt at peace.

Having the need to have some time for herself, she quietly left Class 1-A behind and let Uraraka know that she was going to leave first. She simply thought that they could just meet up at the station once she's done pondering.

The large doors to her left opened up, and her attention was drawn to the abrupt motion. She stared into the office for a moment, wondering who had opened the door, but didn't see anyone.

"Oh! You must be the peach-haired girl that Aizawa told me about. Himura Koemi, correct?"

Himura blinked, surprised to hear a voice, and slowly looked downward. A mouse in a black suit was looking up at her with a polite smile.

"Ah. G-Good afternoon." Himura lightly bowed her head, refusing to avert her gaze. She didn't expect to see an animal of all species to be looking right back at her. But then his words finally processed in her brain, and she straightened up. "Aizawa-sensei talked about me..?"

"Oh? Did he not speak with you or anything like that?"

She shook her head. "Not directly, at least."

The mouse shifted to the side. "Well. I can only assume that he wanted to hide this from you—my apologies," he said. "I was planning to speak with you about something once you were available. Are you busy?"

Feeling unable to refuse, she hesitantly shook her head. He gestured for her to come in.

"Would you like some tea?" He politely asked, heading towards his cabinet filled with porcelain mugs.

"Yes, please," she meekly answered back, sitting down at one of the chairs. "D-Do you happen to have unsweetened tea?"

"I believe I do."

He started making tea right then and there, by one of the counters in his office. After a bit of waiting, he eventually turned around and headed towards her with a tray that consisted of two cups of tea. Setting her unsweetened tea at her side, he set his own tea by his side, and she hesitantly picked up the cup.

"Anyways, about what Aizawa had informed me—I'll let him know that you know about him knowing about you—"

Her head spun at his choice of words.

He chuckled, "He let me know that I must not turn you into the authorities. Or, I should not. He told me about his little encounter with you when you were younger. I suppose that you have some recollection of that, at least..?"

Himura nodded.

"Care to tell me what happened? He didn't specify what exactly went down. It would also give me an idea as to why I shouldn't send you to the police." He nonchalantly took a sip at his tea, watching her expression.

She was reluctant, feeling that conferring with her principal about her past was a bit awkward. They only met a couple of minutes ago, too. However, her expression remained indifferent—she felt compelled to disclose her secrets as she was instructed to do so.

"I was around nine when I met Aizawa-sensei. He was severely injured and I felt the need to tend to his injuries," she quietly explained.

He raised a brow. "He said that he was fighting against villains, though. How did you end up there?"

"Because of my father. He dragged me along on one of his ... missions. I had no choice but to comply," Himura replied as a noticeable frown graced her features. "We were accompanied by a few of his partners."