𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 || 𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Chapter 8

All the girls went into the locker room and changed. I just sat there. I was not really comfortable to show my body since there's burns everywhere. 

"You're not changing L/n?" Gravity girl asks.

"No. I'm not."

"You know, if you'd rather us not look at you, we won't. Right girls?"

All the girls nodded, smiling. They seemed genuine about it but that's also what the girls in middle school said. Images of my past kept flowing through my head.

"Your brother was right. You are a freak!"

"Why don't you just go a be a villain? You have the looks."

"Your quirk is for a villain not a hero. What hero could you be?"

I look at all the girls and sigh. "It's fine. I just don't want to change. If anything, I'll change when you guys all leave. It's easier for me."

"Okay. I'm sorry if we make you nervous. Just know, you can talk to me anytime and I'm sure everyone feels the same way." 

"Yeah, you shouldn't be nervous. We don't judge. If anything we praise," the pink, moth looking girl says. I think her name was Ashido.

I smile a bit and shake my head. "Thanks but it's okay. I don't don't like people around me or looking at me all the time. It's not your guy's fault."

"We respect your wishes L/n. Ribbit." The frog girl, Tsu, I think says.

I nod and stand against the wall. These girls seem different than the others. Each one of them is different yet they are all the same. In middle school, all the girls acted the same. Each on being snobby and bitchy. Whoever wasn't like the rest, was made fun of for being a freak. An outsider. And that's exactly what I was.

In school, I was the weirdo who never talked. If someone were to talk to me, sure, I would respond. However, I would never start a conversation myself.  I was one, always scared I'd say something wrong. And usually, I did, but that's not the point. The point is, talking was never my thing. After people made fun of me for that, I became less and less talkative. It got to the point where I was a selective mute.

No one talked to me and I talk to no one. It was a mutual deal. But, when people found out about my burn on my arm and the backstory behind it, everyone laughed. People didn't care if it was an accident. They didn't care if I could control it. They didn't care what I told them. They just didn't care.

So after that, I wore hoodie's to hide my arms. My burnt arm specifically. People always threw my hood down and yelled at me. Called me a coward for not embracing what I've done to myself, but how could I? How could I just be kind to myself when all others did was bring me down? How could I just be okay? 

In the end, I became someone who was alone. Someone who no one liked, who no one cared for. I was just there. I sat alone at lunch and I walked alone in the halls. I was alone in partner activities and I was always last picked in PE. Sometimes I wasn't even picked.

And times like these were hard for me, but that's why I am the way I am today. I stop people from being in the same situation as me. I have stopped people from being bullied ever since 7th grade, after people told me that I should be a villain. That's why I becoming a hero now. I want to prove to people I have what it takes to be a hero. Despite my quirk, I can be good.

I look down and I see my hand a blue-ish shade. I try calming myself down by telling myself that Izuku believes I can be a hero.

"L/n, are you okay? Your hand is blue," gravity girl asks, pointing to me hand.

"Yeah. My flames are just changing the colour of my hand."

"You can do that? That's so cool. Can your whole body do that?"

"Yeah, but it hurts to do so."

"Oh! Do your flames change colour? I think they were red when we first met, or well when you fought Bakugou."

"Yeah. The color changes on my mood. Blue when I'm angry. Red or orange when I'm annoyed. Yellow when I'm excited."

"Have they turned any other colour like green?"

"No. Only those four."

"That's so cool L/n!"

"Thanks. I think it's time though, look."

All the girls nodded and walked out leaving me alone. I sighed and took of my hoodie, and then my shirt, leaving me exposed to the room. Its stare makes me shiver. I take off my pants and quickly change into the uniform. My heart was beating and my hands were slightly trembling. It's confusing how a room ca feel like it's alive enough to watch you.

I throw my hoodie on and hurry outside to the training area. I walk where everyone is and Aizawa glaces at me. I don't know if he's questioning why I have a hoodie on or why I'm late. I stare at him and he breaks eye contact. I continue to stare in his direction. 

Why should it matter if I'm wearing a hoodie? He looks like a fucking walking worm who is sleep deprived. 

Ashido quietly moves next to me and whispers to me, "I don't think Mr. Aizawa likes you wearing the hoodie."

I shrug and look back at him. He's just kind of standing there. Are we waiting for someone?

"Why are you late?"

The cold man's gaze meets a red one. "Because these fucking uniforms are too damn tight. At least I'm here."

I sigh and roll my eyes. I swear this year will be hell because he's here.