My Oath to You [Under Reconstruction]

Chapter Twenty-Six

I jutted awake to the sound of my alarm. I slapped around the bed looking for my phone to turn off the alarm. Once I found it, I reflexively shut off the alarm. I rubbed my temples. It's morning already. After Akira's funeral services, Aizawa took me home. On the drive home, I had to convince Bakugo to finally go home. He can't just run away from home. I can't imagine the consequences if I were to do that with Akira around. She'd probably kill me, resurrect me and ground me for life. Aizawa was kind enough to take him home, even if the offer sounded reluctant. I didn't see any of my housemates and I stayed in my room. I cried until I fell asleep. I probably didn't get enough sleep but time doesn't wait for anyone. I crawled out of bed and sleepily stumbled to the bathroom. I flick on the light and I see my messy reflection. I groaned as I made my way to the sink. I need to work on making myself presentable. I splashed my face with water and inspected closed in the mirror. Yep. Definitely light purple bags sat underneath my eyes. I splashed my face with more cold water hoping it would help. I brushed my teeth and decided to leave my hair down today after running a comb through it. Feeling a bit more refreshed, I changed into uniform but skipped the black tights today and wore knee high socks instead. Kicking on my new white sneakers and snagging my bag, I left my room closing the door behind me.

Everyone was in the kitchen making a light breakfast or enjoying a cup of Rayen's tea. I wasn't feeling hungry so I dove out. I didn't want to stick around and run into Ben. As I was walking to the front doors of the main building I could see a large group of reporter's at the gates. I murmured under my breath, "What's going on?" As if the group had super sonic hearing, they pointed at me and ran at me like a herd of wild buffalo. I yelped and waved my arms in defense, "Woah!" One of the reporters asked, "As a student of UA, have you been able to work with All Might!?" Another chimed in, "What is he like?" A woman in a suit shoved a mic in my face, "Wait, aren't you the girl that helped in that fight against the sludge villain!?" I felt like I was seeing stars from how fast my head was spinning from the questions, "Uh- Well- Umm-" I suddenly felt a tug at my arm. I looked to see who it was attached to, "Bakugo?" I noticed his cheek was scuffed and bruised. He growled at the group in front of me, "Walk away." The group slowly backed off before launching another barrage of questions at the next poor student.

Bakugo started dragging me off towards class. I stumbled, "Ba-Bakugo! Wait!" He continued, not slowing down. Getting irritated, I ripped my arm out of his grasp, "Bakugo!" He took a couple of steps forward before looking over his shoulder. I took a couple of steps around him to inspect his face closer. My eyes widened once I saw the slight bruising more clearly, "What happened?" He averted his eyes and started to stomp off, "I don't want to talk about it." I called after him, "Hey!" He ignored me. I growled, "Dammit Katsuki." I reached for his wrist but he slapped it away. I winced and withdrew my hand as it stung. He didn't even look back, "Just leave it alone Nozomi." After that, he walked away. I felt like an idiot just standing there. It stung more than just my hand.

I ended up walking to class by myself. Midoriya ran later than normal because of the media circus that's outside. Class filled in and the bell rang. School commenced as normal. Aizawa addressed our combat training from the previous week. He called out to Bakugo, "I saw your combat video and you can quit sulking, you're talented." Bakugo griped, "Fine. Yeah. Alright." Aizawa then turned his attention to Midoriya, "As for you, Midoriya. I see that you won by messing up your arm again." Midoriya tensed. Aizawa continued, "You can't keep messing up your body while you're training here. Don't use the excuse that you can't control your quirk either. It's already getting old." He paused, "But your quirk can be useful if you can get a handle on it. So show a little urgency here, okay?" Izuku lit up under Mr. Aizawa's small praise, "Right!"