After finishing your lunch, you spent the next few hours at the library, until the principal summoned you to his office.
"What do you mean 'training'?" You slammed your hands angrily at the principal's desk. "You do know who I am, right?"
The principal sighed. He didn't seem to be startled at all. "Yes. I am well aware of who you are, but we must strictly follow protocol around here. Every teacher must undergo training and pass the exam in order to obtain a teacher's license."
"C-Can't you just break this rule somehow?" You crossed your arms. "You're the school principal, after all."
"That's the difference between us heroes and you villains," he said with a smile. "I didn't make the rules in order to break them."
You grunted, slightly offended at what he said. But what he said was true, and you can't deny that.
"Don't worry," he continued. "It will only be basic training, and I know that you could pass the exam easily."
"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. "When do I start?"
The principal took out a pile of papers and handed it to you. "These are the details about the training. But for now, just stay in your room for the rest of the day."
"Wait, what? Why?"
"Apparently, word got out about a villain who was hired as a teacher here in my school. If they find out that it was true, the media will turn into a frenzy."
"What about the students?" You hated to admit it, but you somehow grew fond of them.
The principal seemed to have noticed it, and he was delighted from your words. "Don't worry. Aizawa would take care of them."
You said your goodbyes and left his office. The principal was right. Heroes create the rules, and villains find a way to break them, one way or the other. Instead of heading straight to your room, you decided to go back to the rooftop, hoping to see some annoying reporters down below.
-oOo-
"Whoa! There's so much reporters at the gates!" Mineta pressed his face at the glass window of the school hallway. "What's all this about?"
Todoroki crossed his arms, and looked uninterested with the issue. "They're here for our villain teacher. They didn't even know she existed until now."
"Wait. A big-boob villain like her isn't famous?"
"I thought it was strange, too," Iida said as he tapped on his tablet. "I looked up her name on the internet, but nothing shows up."
"Her name isn't even on any legal records," Bakugou added. "Just who the hell is this woman?"
"Her villain name is Malefica." Yaoyorozu appeared out of nowhere, along with the other girls of the class. "And we found some confidential information about her at the library."
"Malefica?" Mineta tilted his head. "It sounds like a Disney character or something."
"Well, at least we now have an answer to our homework," Denki added, but no one seemed to notice him.
"Oh! I see articles about her now." Iida showed his tablet to the others. "People knew her as Malefica, and she seems to be linked to a lot of crimes."
"But why is that?" Izuku asked.
Uraraka tossed a folder to him, and they saw Malefica's profile inside. "She's an underground villain, so her name mostly existed as rumors in the outside world. Apparently, she's more of a puppeteer than a puppet."
"That's quite expected for a strong villain like her, but I'll still take note of that." Izuku continued scribbling in his notebook, mumbling to himself all the while.
"But what's her connection with Mr. Aizawa? There seems to be some kind of bad blood between them," Yaoyorozu asked. She noticed Mineta staring with bloodlust at her chest, and she created a pair of sharp scissors to keep him at a distance.
"Well, according to an article, Mr. Aizawa once defeated Ms. _ in the past." Iida adjusted his glasses. "Maybe he's her nemesis or something?"
Todoroki shrugged. "We can't know that for sure. Those are only rumors from gossip-hungry journalists." He stared off to the people at the gates, who held a bunch of cameras and microphones with them. "The only way to know that for sure is to ask her ourselves."
-oOo-
Aizawa found you sitting on the railings of the rooftop, looking down on the journalists below. Your back was turned to him, but you knew that he was there. You could just sense his presence.
"I'm pretty sure the principal told you to stay in your room," he said, his face expressionless.
"You're not my mother," you replied, not turning to face him. "And neither is he."
It was almost sunset, and the sun was already sitting low on the horizon. The sky was now a deep shade of orange, accompanied by the calm cold breeze. Your hair swayed slightly, and you let it be played by the wind.
Aizawa decided to sit beside you, not too far but still keeping his distance. Your grip tightened on the railings, and you felt like you could loose your balance anytime.
Why is Aizawa here?
"You seem to have adjusted well in this place," he said. "Considering the fact that you don't belong here."
You didn't reply, and let the silence linger between the two of you for a while. Your eyes were fixed on the people below, and you saw the principal trying to talk them into leaving the premises.
"The media is so annoying, and I'm trying my best to resist the urge to throw invisible rocks at them right now." You didn't realize that you've said it out loud until it was too late.
Aizawa's lips curled slightly. "So you still hate them?"
"Still?" You scoffed. "It's not like I ever liked them in the first place. Journalists and their lousy news."
You were angry, and you decided to let out some steam by lifting Aizawa's capture weapon. However, he noticed it and casually turned off your quirk. You grunted in dismay.
It was quiet for a few seconds until Aizawa spoke again. "Why are you here?"
"I dunno. Why are you here?"
Aizawa didn't answer.
"Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with your girlfriend or something?"
Aizawa still didn't answer.
"Fine, then. Don't talk." You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes at him.
The two of you sat quietly and watched the sun set in the distance. It was already dark, and the journalists slowly dispersed, disappointed for not getting any scoop from the school.
"Butterfly," Aizawa spoke.
"What?" You turned, only to see him looking up at the night sky.
"Remember when we named our own constellations back then?" He pointed to the set of stars directly above the two of you. "That one's your favorite, isn't it?"
You couldn't help but smile. It's been five years, yet he still remembered your favorite made-up constellation.
What if he was the mystery person in my dream?
You shook the thought away. What was in the past stays in the past, and reminiscing those moments will give you nothing but pain.
"I've always wanted to fly," you whispered quietly. Closing your eyes, you leaned over and let yourself fall off the railings. The cold air felt good against your body, and you spread your arms as you braised yourself for an impact.
Half of you expected that you'd suddenly grow wings and start flying. From the height of the building, you were confident that you weren't going to die, and the worst case scenario was probably only a broken bone. The sensation was overwhelming, the kind of freedom where nothing was keeping you down to earth, and you didn't think of anything else as you fell.
But you never touched the ground.
You stopped falling, and you waited a few seconds before opening your eyes. Your body was just a few inches away from the ground, and you were suspended in mid-air. Turning your head slowly, you saw Aizawa at the rooftop, his red eyes glaring at you. He gripped tightly on his capture cloth, which looked like spider webs in the night sky.
He pulled you up quickly, and you fell on your back at the rooftop. You stood up and brushed the dirt off your clothes. You wanted to say something, to be angry at him, but no word came out of your mouth.
Aizawa slowly approached you, and his eyes glinted from the moonlight. His hair fell back down on his face, and his capture cloth went back to his neck as he slumped his shoulders.
You stayed on your spot, and your legs weren't moving. You felt paralyzed by his stare, and you couldn't look away. It was as if you fell for a trap.
He kept walking until he was just inches from your face. You felt yourself blushing for no reason. Slowly, he leaned for a kiss, and he closed his eyes as he waited for his lips to touch yours.
You wanted to pull him closer to you, to kiss him back and feel the warmth of his body against yours. You wanted to bring back those times you used to have together. But...
"I'm not falling for that again."
Aizawa opened his eyes, only to see your palm covering his mouth. You pushed him back, just enough to keep a distance between the two of you.
You looked at him with bloodshot eyes as you removed your hand from his face. "'A professional can never let their heart be blunted with romance.' That's what you said, right?"
You took his hand, gripped it tightly, then let it go. Without saying another word, you turned and left another speechless Aizawa.
