The first few days were weird. Wren had no idea how to connect or talk. Ochaco and Tsuyu would often drop by but otherwise nothing. Midoriya and Iida offered to spar but Aizawa said she was not allowed to use her quirk yet. She told them she could still spar but they seemed hesitant, so she dropped it.
There were still some fleeting days before classes began for her. She, for the most part, aimlessly walked around getting a feel for the campus and the people there. On this walk her feet lead her to the staff room where All Might, Midnight, and Present Mic were speaking.
"Oh! Young Wren, it's good to see you're not staying locked up in your room." Wren made a face but nodded making sure to keep away from Midnight. "Oh sweetie your wardrobe really needs a tune up." Wren cringed at Midnight shaking her head. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'd approve of my hero outfit." Wren made a face eyeing Midnight's attire.
"When will you be joining us for classes?" Mic spoke blowing out her ear. Wren opened her mouth to speak but a distinctly male voice beat her to it. "As soon as she shows signs she can handle regular classes. She spent a long time in seclusion." Aizawa came behind their little group with papers under his arms. "Wren, I'd like you to look over these. The others in your class have had the term to get to know each other's quirks."
"Isn't that creepy? Shouldn't I just talk to them and ask?" Aizawa seemed surprised at Wren's suggestion and took the files back under his arm. "Sure. This will be an exercise in socializing then."
Wren pouted her lips but said nothing as she slunk out of the office. The teachers began to talk some serious issues. Although she did catch the comment about her reintegrating through taking classes with everyone and not being further separated. There was no need to listen in on all that.
Outside there were students everywhere heading back to dorms. They all wore uniforms, so Wren felt a small bit out of place in what she was wearing. "Oi, girl." Wren recognized the gruff sound of that kid with an attitude problem. When she didn't turn the telltale pops of explosions sounded. Stifling a sigh, she turned coming eye to eye with the spikey haired loud mouth. "Why are you so special not wearing a uniform?" Wren shrugged looking bored. "What's you deal, eh?! Aren't you supposed to be in our class." Wren pursed her lips, glaring at Bakugo. "Fucking hell. Yes. I am." Bakugo smirked, satisfied she answered. "Then show up." He spat walking off towards the dorms.
Wren kicked at a rock half hoping it'd fly at his head.
Later that night, around eight, Wren was again bored out of her mind. She'd talked to every single person in her class and learned about their quirks. Some seemed hurt that she wouldn't share the details of her quirk while others were far too happy to go on and on in detail about what they could do. Apparently in class they were working on Ultimate moves.
I'd probably benefit from watching those.
"Oi! Stop spacing out!" Bakugo's hand came down on her head rougher than she would have liked. She growled rubbing her forehead. "What the hell are you doing? Acting like you're better then us and don't need to train?" Wren frowned. She shook her head but Bakugo kept on going. "If you have nothing better to do then come spar with me."
Wren hopped up unquestioningly following Bakugo out into the yard.
Once outside Bakugo paused. With a sudden twist he attacked, infamous right hook headed straight for her face. Wren took a slight step and Bakugo's fist breezed past her cheek. His grin was wide, eyes dancing with delight. Wren smiled under her mask. Excited for a chance to finally move.
It only took a moment for him to pounce at her again. And again, and again. She kept evading, letting her muscles warm up slowly. Bakugo on the other hand was getting angrier and angrier. Each hit now came with small explosions causing Wren to have to move further with each dodge. "Attack! Why won't you use your quirk?" He stalked forward explosions popping from each palm. "You making fun of me?" Wren smiled shaking her head deciding to make her move.
In one fluid motion she launched forward sweeping out her foot. She just did catch him off guard, but it was split second enough to send him falling on his back. She laughed, holding out a hand to help him up. Instead he took the opportunity to propel himself at her taking a strategic swat at her mask and pinning her to the ground.
Sitting on top of her he smiled triumphantly, "Now let's see what's under that mask." He gripped her wrists pulling them from her face. Tears pricked her eyes as Bakugo's faced slowly morphed into pure blatant shock. Wren quickly slung Bakugo off. Snatching up her mask she ran all the way to her room.
In moments Wren was sitting in her room, the lights were off, and she had slumped in front of the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest. It had been so long since she felt this intensely, she couldn't put her finger on any of her feelings. All over it was just a whirlwind of chaos.
A knock sounded at her door. Wren held her breath, "Wren? Are you okay?" Ochaco's voice spilled through causing Wren to sigh. "Y-yeah." Her voice broke filling her with confusion. Placing a hand to her face she felt warm sticky tears.
Why?
"Bakugo came inside shortly after you. Did he say something to you? He looked pissed." Ochaco seemed worried. Wren was even more confused at her concern. "I'll be down a little later. Just got scratched up sparring." Wren was thankful her voice felt stronger that time. "Okay. Let us know if you need help." Came Ochaco's response after a long pause.
When her footsteps disappeared, Wren let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
