I'm In Control. Shinso x Reader

15.

HEY GUYS!!!! So! I just wanted to thank everyone for their condolences! I read every comment, or I at least try to. I realized I never thanked you all for your kind words to me, it made me feel less alone and encouraged me to keep my head up! Everyday I smile from the comments y'all leave! I am forever grateful for you guys! I love you all, and I hope all of you are taking good care of yourselves! Know that you are loved!! If anyone ever feels alone, do not hesitate to reach out to me. Anyways!! On with the show!!! <3

     Over the course of the week, you steered clear of Dabi. His words echoed in your head. You weren't sure wether to trust him or not. Hitoshi never texted or called, or came around. You didn't want to reach out to him first because you didn't feel like you had the right to. You knew you messed up. Hitoshi wasn't going to listen to anything he didn't want to listen to, and right now he didn't want to listen to you.

     "The fuck gots you all down?" Tea said from across the table.

     "Huh? Oh, nothing. Just thinking." You said, looking at your now completely ruined cereal you've been stirring all morning.

     "Today's the day! Aren't you excited?" Tea exclaimed.

     "Well, yeah." You answered, not sounding very enthusiastic.

     "Then act like it!" She scolded, "if it were me I'd be jumping out of my seat!"

     "Yeah, yeah.." You waved her off.

You dumped the soggy cereal in the sink before placing the bowl and spoon into the sink. You poured a mixture of coffee, milk, and sugar into a thermos before grabbing your backpack.

"Well, I'm off!" You heaved, opening to front door.

"You'll do great! Don't get bullied too hard ya idiot!" Tea yelled jokingly.

"We'll see.." You said to yourself as you shut the door behind you.

     Your dad's house was close to UA, thankfully. It was perhaps a twenty minute walk. You saw other student wearing the UA uniform as well, but it was the unruly indigo hair that caught your attention. Hitoshi was walking just a tad in front of you, and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. You missed him so much.

     "What the fuck?!" Someone yelled after you bumped into them. Damn you really should pay more attention to your surroundings, you thought to yourself.

     "I'm so sorry!" You apologized, looking up at who you ran into to only to find the same angry blonde from the exam.

     "You again?! Damn bitch you really have a fucking problem with me don't you?" The angry blonde said, grabbing your shoulder harshly.

     "I don't! I'm sorry! I-" You were scared of this kid.

     "You what? Huh? ANSWER ME BITCH!" He gripped harder as he yelled louder.

     "Hands off my girl." You heard a familiar voice as you saw a hand land on top of the angry kid's arm.

     "Eehhh??? Who'd want to date a dumbass like this?" Angry boy kept on.

     "I do. Now get your hands off of her? Who do you think you are?" Hitoshi asked, and you knew what he was about to do.

     "I'm going to be the number one hero-" Angry boy started then stopped as his eyes dulled over and Hitoshi became in control. Removing angry boy's hand from my shoulder and leading us away from him before releasing his quirk.

     "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" You could hear him yell behind you guys.

     "Why did you have to go pick a fight with that kid?" Hitoshi scolded you as he got the two of you lost in the crowd to be safe from the violent teen.

     "I didn't meant to I-" You began but realized that admitting to what you were doing would've been creepy.

     "It's fine. Just hopefully no rumors start at this school too." Hitoshi sighed.

     "I'm sorry." You apologized.

     "For?" Hitoshi questioned, not looking at you.

     "Everything." You admitted, looking down and feeling pressure in your chest.

     "What did you do this past week?" He asked, ignoring your apology.

     "Train like a bitch." You responded.

     "With Todoroki?" Hitoshi asked bitterly.

     "No. My dad, so you can imagine the hard ass he was about it." You answered, you turned Todo down any time he asked.

     "Yeah, but at least you're prepared." Hitoshi sounded relieved.

     "I guess." You shrugged.

     The two of you wanted through the UA entrance before walking up into the school. Once Hitoshi and you made it to the floor that your guys' classes were on Hitoshi stopped.

     "So, I guess I'll see you at lunch then?" Hitoshi said, looking at the ground.

     "Want me to walk to class with you?" You suggested, holding your hand out.

     "Sure.." Hitoshi agreed quietly, taking your hand in his, you followed him to class 1-C.

     "This is it." He said, walking in still hand in hand with you.

     "Okay, well, my class is up the hall." You replied.

     "Wish you could've been in here with me." Hitoshi said solemnly.

     "Me too." You admitted, and it was the truth.

     "I'll stand outside of your classroom when we get released from lunch." Hitoshi said, letting go of your hand and sitting at a desk in the back.

     "Okay. Bye for now then." You said, ruffling his messy hair and leaving.

     You walked back to class 1-A. A class you got into merely because your dad is a popular pro-hero. You didn't deserve to be here.

     "WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING HERE?!" A familiar voice shouted.

     "No yelling in the classroom!" Another guy yelled back at the blonde.

      "Oh brother.." You sighed, ignoring the blonde's threats and sitting by a short kid with purple hair?

     "Hi, heh, I'm Mineta." The short kid said, reaching his hand out to shake.

     "Oh,huh, (Y/n)." You responded, shaking his tiny hand.

     "Nice tits!" Mineta said before snickering to himself and smelling the hand he used to shake.

     What a pervert, you thought, but I'd rather sit here than get my eardrums blown out by Angry boy. A few minutes rolls by and every desk is filled, and there's one extra person standing awkwardly by the front door. Finally the teacher arrives in what appears to be a yellow sleeping bag. You held back your chuckle because if you could you'd be the same way.

"Why aren't you in a seat?" The teacher asked the student who was standing by the door.

"They were all taken." He responded.

"That can't be, let me check my roster." The teacher said as he pulled a sheet of paper off his desk to take roll.

Every student's name was called, even yours. The teacher, who introduced himself at the start of roll call as Aizawa, was looking confused.

"I'm sorry, let me call someone to bring you an extra desk. There's someone here who wasn't on my roster at the start of summer." Aizawa said, making eye contact with you.