Saving Me [Monoma x Reader]

22. Blackmail

After chiding me for not being careful, Recovery Girl recommended for me to continue my training on campus grounds, so that way at least I could have supervision from the teachers. I asked her if other students were doing this, too, and she told me yes. At first, I was hesitant because I didn't want anyone else to know what I was up to. I wanted to save what I had been working on and only reveal my ace in the hole until I really needed to.

"What's wrong, dearie? It'll be much safer. And, god forbid, but if you do get hurt again, I'll be much closer to help you."

I explained my concern to her, leaving out the detail that I was specifically learning how to fly. I didn't want anyone to know.

"Oh, well, if you talk with the teachers, I'm sure they'll have a secluded area where you can train by yourself. I imagine that there are other students who are in the same boat as you."

My eyes brightened. "Really? That's... that's great! I'll go have a talk with them, then. That makes me feel a lot better." I hopped off the bed and gave the old lady a bow. "Thank you, Recovery Girl. I really appreciate it."

"You can thank me by not getting yourself hurt again!" she called out after me as I excitedly leapt out of the nurse's office.

Training at U.A. would be much more efficient with all of the resources they had. The only thing that stopped me was that I knew other students would be doing the same, so I didn't want to train at the school if it meant sharing space with other students. I didn't want a single soul to know what I was up to for the next two weeks. But today, Recovery Girl was my hero, and she gave me a solution that worked.

After speaking with some of the teachers who stayed after school, I got the go-ahead and they reserved a section of one of the training grounds for me to work out and sharpen my skills. For the next couple of days, everything went great. I had a mountain with cushions all to myself. Not only could I feel myself making progress, but I also wasn't coming into school with bruises and bandages all over my face.

"Yes... YES!! YESSSSSSSSSSs!!!!! WOOOOO!!!!!!!!" I jumped and landed back-first onto a cushion, happily cheering to myself when I broke my personal best. I wasn't able to completely fly yet, but I could keep myself in the air for a good seven seconds. And it wasn't just hovering or skating either. I could maneuver through the sky itself for that amount of time. Soon, I'd be like Iron Man from those American comics!

My heart nearly skipped out of my chest in joy, only to crash on the ground and shatter into a million pieces when I heard a slow golf clap behind me. Sitting up, my neck creaked as I fearfully turned around. No one was supposed to be here. Even the teachers didn't come in unless it was time to go, or if there was an emergency.

"Oh, please, continue. Don't let me interrupt your little celebration."

Of all people, it had to be him, Neito-fucking-Monoma, standing off in the corner and watching me with his usual half-lidded expression.

I pushed myself up from the cushion, stepping onto the brown earth as I kept my eyes on him. "Y-... you! How did you get in?" I demanded with an accusing tone.

"Hm..." His eyes lazily drifted upwards and he coolly twirled a finger around in the air. "I must have... stumbled into the wrong area." He gazed at me again with a self-satisfied smile. "Oops."

A wave of displeasure and wrath washed over me. My frame of mind had changed drastically ever since I started attending U.A., and I wasn't going to hold myself back anymore.

"'Oops' my ass!" I chafed, stomping right up to the blond to stare crossly at him. "You're not supposed to be here!"

"Oh, so you do have some bite." Monoma's eyes widened in delight, as if he were pleased to see how easily he could provoke me. "And I thought our little romp in the cafeteria hallway was just a fluke."