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Chapter 6

"Why didn't you become a hero?" asked Aizawa.

It's been three weeks since Camilla started working at Yuuei. Aizawa was always curious and wondered how it was possible for Camilla to work at the school if she wasn't a hero. He kept a close eye on her, especially when she was out training with her students. At first he thought she got into Yuuei without a hero license because she was strong. But as he watched her train with the students the only things she did was use her force field or levitate/move small objects. Is that really all she can do with her quirk? Since the beginning he was suspicious of how she got into the school, and he grew tired of wondering so he decided to ask her.

Besides, they were a little comfortable with each other. As much as it annoyed Aizawa that her presence didn't bother him like All Might or the others, he enjoyed Camilla's company.

His gruff voice brought Camilla out of her daydreaming, her eyes blinking to refocus on reality. Currently they were both sitting alone across from each other in the staff room. Camilla had been grading papers but dozed off, staring down at the assignment and thinking about her life before. She completely forgot about Aizawa's presence and was spooked when he spoke up. He had heard the scratching of her pen stop and glanced up at her. Her mind was elsewhere instead of doing her job.

Camilla set her pen down as she leaned backward to stretch, her arms over her head.

"It just didn't appeal to me." She replied.

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you teaching at a hero academy?"

"Didn't we talk about this already?" Camilla huffed. "I didn't like my old job, and a new door opened here so I came."

"I don't believe you." Aizawa admitted flatly.

Camilla's brows furrowed. She let out a small snort. "You're entitled to believe whatever you want."

Aizawa crossed his arms, "How is it that someone who isn't a hero was able to get into Yuuei to teach? You're the first non-hero to teach at this school."

"Must be because of my amazing resume and references." She said smugly.

He narrowed his eyes. "This isn't your typical normal school. Things are run differently here. My students have been attacked by real villains. How is someone like you going to protect the students, if worst case scenario, they're attacked?"

"I'd defend them."

"But you're not a hero."

Camilla glared, "What, you don't think I'm strong enough or something?"

"I don't."

"Why not?"

"I overheard you tell your students that you have a telekinetic and telepathic quirk. All you can do is levitate objects and create shields. Although I have yet to see you use your telepathic powers, you aren't fit for serious battle."

His remark made Camilla ball her fists.

"You're wrong."

Aizawa appeared impassive.

She unclenched her fists. "I know you believe that you're right because like you said, I'm no hero. You know nothing about me, so you're wondering how was I able to land this job if I have no experience as any type of professional. How am I supposed to protect the students." She stated.

Aizawa sighed, "I just don't see how you're a good fit to work here when someone who is capable can."

Camilla took a deep breath. "Look, if you want I can explain things to you but not here. We can go to my house and I'll tell you everything there."

"I have to patrol tonight, I won't be done until late."

"Okay, then whenever you're free."

Aizawa set his lips in a thin line. He was hardly ever free, and when he was all he wanted to do was to nap. And he didn't want to wait any longer for Camilla to tell him. He wanted the truth because he needed to trust her.

"I can swing by tonight when I'm done. I'm just warning you that it'll be late."

"Doesn't matter, I'm a night owl." She said. She opened one of her desk drawers and took a post-it out. She scribbled her address and number on it then handed it to him. "Just text me when you're on your way."

The television volume was low as Camilla lied on her pewter three-cushion sofa. The only light emanating in the small house was the glow of the tv. She blankly stared at the tv as her mind wondered on what she was going to tell Aizawa.

It the short span of three weeks she got along with everyone at her job. Her and All Might were still relatively close, but he was always busy with personal things so Camilla didn't hang out with him as much. She hung out all the time with Midnight and Present Mic, and besides All Might, they were her closest friends. Then there was Aizawa, who she saw at random times of the day or not at all. He kept more to himself, but he never once shooed her away when she would hang around him. Camilla believed it was because she could enjoy the silence which is what Aizawa values. He hardly ever rests and when he can he'll seize the opportunity to nap. Sure he naps in his class, but he much rather enjoy the peace.

Camilla could tell though that Aizawa didn't fully trust her, which surprisingly upset her. But she understood why. His students have been attacked by several villains on different occasions, he was only looking out for their safety. If she was in his shoes she surmised that she'd doubt herself as well. It was only fair for her to explain to him her situation so that he could understand and trust her. She really wanted him to trust her.

The vibration of her phone jolted her out of her thoughts. She reached over the coffee table and picked up her phone to read the text.

Shouta A.:

Going

Camilla glanced at the time on her phone. 2:34 am.

She replied "Okay" and got up from the sofa. She turned on the table lamp and put her hair up in a messy ponytail. She sauntered towards the small kitchen and turned on the coffee brewer. As Camilla set cookies on a small plate the aroma of coffee began to fill the air. She inhaled deeply and smiled. It smells so wonderful.

After a couple minutes of tidying things up there was a knock on the door. Camilla realized that her heart was beating a little faster than normal. Am I excited or nervous? she asked herself.

She gradually opened the door, just in case it was a villain or someone else. But as she saw the state Aizawa was in Camilla rapidly swung the door fully open. He was leaning against the doorframe as he held his side. His face was covered in a few cuts with blood and grime, and his clothes were tattered in some areas.

"Oh my god Aizawa, you're hurt." She exclaimed worriedly as she grabbed him as gently as she could and rushed him inside. Using her telekinesis, she shut the door and pulled out a chair from the table for him to sit.

"Don't worry Valencia, I'm fine. I've been in worse conditions." Aizawa told her.

Camilla shook her head. "I don't care. Why didn't-why didn't you go to the hospital or something? You could be seriously hurt." Her hands were on his face as she inspected the wounds.

Aizawa almost leaned in to her soft touch, but he shook her off.

"Valencia, I'm fine. This is just a normal night on the job. If you have a first aid kit for me to access, I'd appreciate it."

She stared at him incredulously. How can he be so casual about this situation? Seeing as he had his mind set, Camilla informed him it was in the bathroom. She pointed to the bathroom and he told Camilla to give him a minute to clean up. She wanted to help him but he kept brushing her off. While Aizawa was in the bathroom Camilla checked on the coffee. Still hot. She was going to pour herself some but decided to wait on Aizawa. Pulling another chair out she sat and waited silently. The occasionally grunts were heard from her bathroom as Aizawa cleaned his wounds. Camilla wanted to go check on him, but she knew he'd be annoyed, so she stayed put.

After ten minutes Aizawa emerged from the bathroom, the blood and grime washed off his face, and the small wounds on his face were patched up. But he still looked messy.

Without thinking, Camilla blurted, "Do you want to shower?"

He stared at her, his face unflappable.

"I have some sweats and t-shirts, boxers too."

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." Aizawa's eyes almost widened. Crap, why did I say that?

Puzzled, Camilla said, "I don't. I bought them 'cause they're comfortable. I mean, I'm wearing boxers right now."

Aizawa's eyes traveled down Camilla's body. She wore a faded navy NASA tank top, and black and white window pane plaid boxers. He hadn't noticed that she was wearing boxers, but he did notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. He looked down at his boots and placed his hand behind his neck.

"Yeah, I could use a shower."

She got up from her chair and headed to her bedroom which was right next to the bathroom. Aizawa glanced at her light brown toned legs. They look smooth. He sighed at his thoughts and wanted to scold himself. He didn't know what was wrong with him, all he knew was that he needed to stop.

Camilla reappeared with the clothes in her hand. She handed them to him and he thanked her, then he quickly entered the bathroom.

She looked at the time on the microwave, it read 2:57 am. Maybe we'll have our talk another day. I'm sure after his shower he's going to go home and sleep.

Camilla strolled back to the living room and sat down. She let the cushions of the sofa engulf her as she closed her eyes. I'll just rest for a couple minutes. The low volume of the tv and the sound of spraying water lulled her sleep.

A/N: So I had to change the rating of this story to Mature cus THINGS might happen & I wanted to warn/prepare anyone or everyone. So, here ya go little sunflowers, I hope you guys liked it! & thanks a ton for the favs & follows! Again, pls don't be shy to leave a comment! I really wanna hear what you guys think! (✿ヘᴥヘ) Thank you!