Er, hi.
I haven't really written anything (that I've been brave enough to publish) in years now. I'm hoping that, by taking the initiative to post, I might keep up with the process. Also, I couldn't find many Aizawa-OC-based stories. Of course, this could be about All Might. Who knows? ;-)
I would probably cry over feedback, to know anyone has any sort of interest in this. It'd probably sound shitty to say, but I don't really require any damning literary analysis just quite yet; this is more a loving project than anything serious. A hornet of a thought kept buzzing around my brain and landed in this document, so I present to you a little harebrained idea, featuring the characters of My Hero Academia (which I certainly don't own), and my own curious little creation. I hope you (anyone) enjoy!
Her skin was melting.
Drip, drip, dripping from her pores, skin following the current of fluids in their desperate escape. The thrum of a frantic heart pumped everything out- organs drying, bones shriveling as brittle as candy cigarettes. One breath more and there'd be nothing left but a cool, girl-shaped watermark on the sheets.
Her body swelled with that dreaded inhale, her whole wavered, and-
I suddenly woke with a thrash, choking on the silvery saliva that had been steadily flowing from the corner of my mouth all night, no doubt. My eyes felt crusty with sleep and I groaned, itching away the flakes in my gross, oddly satisfying morning ritual.
Another day, another nightmare.
An impatient meow was indignant through my bedroom door. I threw a tired glance over before closing my eyes. If I could just get five more minutes-
"I stay out too late! Got nothing in my brain-"
"-llo?" I grumbled, cutting the too-loud-too-early ringtone of my cell phone, eyes still glued shut. Maybe if I just concentrated hard enough, I could fall asleep sitting up, right here. It wouldn't be the first time I'd fallen asleep in an odd position- last time certainly couldn't have been the last. Before I could attempt my experiment a crystalline voice broke through, destroying all the sweet dreams I could've possessed.
"Chi-chan! Sleeping in again, just like I expected."
"Mom," I groaned. Was this my only method of speaking today? This early, maybe it was. "I'm up, I'm nearly alert-"
"You've already forgotten what today is, haven't you?" Came her impatient interruption. An eye slowly opened.
"Ehhh?"
"Chi-chan," Her voice was calm; never a good sign. "Today is your interview at UA."
A screech from the other room alerted that I'd exploded Nasu's water bowl in my sudden rage of emotion. I blinked, feeling how wide my eyes had become, but was still apparently a little too dumbstruck to cover my total scattered-brainness with a response. A sigh reverberated in my ear. My mouth felt gummy and I tried to swallow my embarrassment and panic.
"Please tell me you at least had your interview skirt and blazer dry cleaned."
"Mmm? Mmm hmm," I hummed, staring at the crumpled mess of the outfit in question lying dejectedly in a chair nearby. I scrambled up, suddenly very not tranquil and staggered around in an awkward, idiotic circle, unsure where to start. Mom sighed again.
"Go start the coffee maker first, then take a shower. Hang the outfit that's on the floor on a hanger, and bring it with you into the bathroom; the steam from the shower will undo some of the damage,"
"Yes ma'am," I squeaked. This woman. How had an idiot such as myself get blessed with such a tactful, wonderful mother? I scooped up my most presentable clothes and flew through the door. Nasu let out a huffy cat breath and I took a moment to reach down and scratch under his chin.
"The interview is scheduled for eleven, so you have a little breathing space. As soon as you're out of the shower, start on that mess of hair you so refuse to cut and Chiyo, honey, it wouldn't kill you to wear some make-up-"
"Should I take a train or drive, do you think? Traffic isn't usually too bad by then, since the morning rush is over," Shit, was it one cup of water per scoop of coffee, or two scoops for four cups? Wouldn't that be one scoop per two cups then?
"I don't know what the parking is like there, but I know there's no direct train to the school. You'd have to walk a ways, and I know how stressed you get before these sort of things, so I'd say drive,"
One scoop seemed fine; nothing was blowing up yet, anyway. I slung my nightshirt over my head and onto the spill from earlier, heading towards the shower. Nasu gave another mewl and I pivoted, assessing his food bowl was still teeming before hurrying on.
"Alright, I'm on track then. Thanks for being on top of things, okaa-chan. I'm sorry you got stuck with such an airhead of a kid,"
"Oh!" She tutted, flustered. I smiled despite myself. She was business and clarity and grace combined, but so undone by the slightest of teasing or silly talk. "It's my job. Don't say such things about yourself; after all, not even Akari-san's children have done anything nearly as impressive as getting an interview at one of the most prestigious schools of the country," She was full to the brim with pride. I felt my stomach plummet in trepidation.
Nothing to take the nerves off like an unknowingly pressuring mother.
"Eheheh, right. Well, I'm going to jump into a lake-er, the shower," Christ, why was I such an idiot? "I'll talk to you later, mom."
"Call me right after! I'm so proud of you, Chiyo,"
That starry-eyed love again. Could my stomach actually fall out of my body? I rested my forehead against the wall, already damp from the shower's steam. "Thanks, mom. I love you. Call you later."
Few things felt as wonderful as hot water on clammy skin and I soaked in the moment, back against the wall.
Today was my interview at UA High School for a teaching position in ethical studies; a new position created to assure that all students, hero-hopefuls and gen eds alike, knew the reasoning behind not beating "villains" to a bloody pulp at every turn, what leads one to violence, and the psychology behind both crime and heroism.
A new position. My first interview. My first potential teaching post.
I shivered and glanced around. My gaze traveled up.
The warm, tantalizing droplets were stuck in place; neither raining down on me nor climbing back through the spigot.
I blinked and the shower resumed right along with my dancing nerves.
Probably should get that under control before heading out to a school of quirks.
