I was writing this...in the middle of Geography...so, it's not the best of chapters. Although geography is boring (no offense to anyone) and I have a good enough grade in it to be able to write a chapter don't ya think?
Anywhooo I hope y'all like the chapter, I'll see you all on, well I did have a writing schedule, and I will stick with it more in about a month or so. You see I was going to do it every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and a chapter or two on the Weekends, but some dumbass (*cough* me *cough*) decided that it would be a good idea to do track and field. So I'll keep to it the best I can, but I know for sure that next week you guys will only get a chapter or two because I have a competition and campaigns for next year's student council is going up so I'm going to be pretty busy with that. So! Cya guys soon-ish! -V
I'm sitting in front of the school waiting for Mr. Aizawa but am not completely sure when he said he was going to be heading out. I wanted to go to the dorms and start unpacking so Im not doing it for the rest of the year.
I sigh giving up and walk into the school building, once I reach the faculty room I knock a couple of times giving them enough time to make it look like their put together enough to still have some pride left in them.
After that, I enter, I search around the room and dont see Mr. Aizawa or his sleeping bag. Most of the teachers are gone besides Midnight and Lunch Rush who is muttering angrily at the phone in his...hand? I groan running my hands through my long hair and turn towards Midnight who's just staring at me. "Where's Mr. Aizawa?" I say and she seems to snap out of it.
"The classroom...and you look really familiar, have I seen you before?" I glance over at her memorizing her features before walking to the door.
"You've probably seen and worked with my Aunt and uncle before, you might know me by my parents though." I finish and walk out of the room not giving her any time to say anything else. I wander the halls until I reach the giant door labeled 1-A (So, do the numbers go up as the year's progress? Because in this there in their third year…) I push t open and see the caterpillar in the front of the room behind the desk. "Of course," I mutter and walk up to it.
I crouch down and poke it a few times. Once I hear the groan I stand back up poking it with my foot. "Get up," I say continuing to poke it, "You need to show me to my dorms." He groans and unzips his cocoon slightly and hands me a pair of keys, I sigh nodding, and walk out of the room towards the building the keys are labeled for.
"Shit," I mutter seeing the building up close, it was much bigger than I expected. I laugh nervously to myself and enter the big building. I wander around for an hour before hearing sounds. I continue on towards the sounds and open the door to find a gym.
The walls and ceiling are covered with mats a section even has a Rockwall, there are multiple punching bags and weights in one corner, and bleachers covered with mats also on the other end. Is that because people go flying across the room, and they dont want anyone to get hurt? My eyes continue to roam the room but then I find where the sound was coming from. No…
It's blondie! Why the fuck am I so curious? Why couldn't I have gone 'oh there's a sound let's continue looking for my dorm.' but no, of course not. Why would I be that lucky? I stare at him, as he keeps on punching...and punching...and punching the punching bag like is his sworn enemy, with explosions coming out of his fist every single time it makes contact. His muscles are flexing (I am so bad at writing scenes like this) as he keeps on abusing the punching bag...poor punching bag.
I look closer and see he has two ear pods on, the string wrapping around his neck, the music probably blaring through it so he doesn't have to listen to the explosions. I look around the room for his hone, calling his name out won't do anything, it'll just be blocked by the music and explosions. After finally spotting his bag I jog towards it and open it up.
I nearly gag at the smell. No, it's not bad trust me, it's intoxicating, smelling like caramel and smoke. I push the thought aside and breathe through my mouth so I no longer have to smell it and dig deeper continuing my search. "Ha ha!" I say once I finally reach it and see the song playing on the home screen, no unlocking required. I pause the music and put the phone back in his bag. The explosions immediately halt and he puts his fist on the punching bag pulling out the ear pods, the magnetic ends snapping together.
"Shitty hair, I've already told you to not turn off my music when I'm training." He huffs out, taking off his gloves.
"Well then, I'll just leave then blondie." He growls and whips his head around glaring at me, "Dont get whiplash," I say with a smirk on my face and he stalks towards me.
"You," He spits out. My smirk doesn't even attempt to falter as he leans close to me, caging me against the wall. My eyes travel down his shirtless body with all the sweat dripping down. Hooooly Shit. His hand reaches out and cups my chip bringing my eyes back up to his. "My eyes are up here." He says.
"W-Why are we in this position exactly?" I stutter, why am I stuttering? He smirks as mine trails off my face hiding in a corner I can't reach.
"You're going to spar with me, that's why." He breathes out. I could see the exact moment my eyes must have popped out of my head by the way his smirk only grew larger.
"I dont spar with anyone, sorry," I say shakily, at least I didn't stutter this time. I can't spar with anyone ever again unless they are aware of my full potential and they can withstand a cold body temperature. He hums and uncages me. I feel as though I can finally breathe and my hand flies up to my chest as I crouch down breathing shakily. "Shit," I mutter and he takes off his earbuds.
"Go get changed for our sparring match." He says gruffly and chugs down some water.
"Dude! I just told you im not sparring with you!" I yell and he just snorts very ungentlemanly.
"If you dont go change into more suitable sparring clothes I will spa with you in what you're wearing." He says and walks to the bathroom changing into his suit. I scramble off and into the main room I passed on my way there bumping into Broccoli boi. Thank god.
"Hey, Broccoli boy! So I need a favor, can you show me to my room, like right now, really really quickly? I need my suit!" I rush out and he looks like he wants to question why but instead just nods and takes off running. I follow after him, my hands starting to flurry out of a nervous habit and I shake my hands trying to get rid of them but it's unsuccessful.
He stops in front of a door and I take out my keys closing the door behind me and search through my boxes of random shit before finding it. It's a white suit with deep blue streaks down it and black boots with retractable traction nails on the bottom so I will only slip on the ice when I want to. I put my long hair into a high ponytail and a mask to make it so I can still breathe comfortably despite the cold air. I had designed this when I was fifteen and was still creative enough to do so. It worked well, had all the points I need, it was like a jumpsuit. It kept me warm, so I could go longer without freezing.
I slam open the door with my mask in hand and hear a groan. "Shit! Sorry, broccoli boy…" I say quickly and speed walk down the hall. He jogs to catch up with me while rubbing his nose, that's going to leave a bruise tomorrow…
"So...why do you need your hero suit?" He asks as I continue speed walking towards the gym.
"Paused Blondie's music while he was in the middle of a workout because I needed to talk to him. I'm just thankful that I kept my suit here instead of my apartment, it would have been hell sparring with him in normal clothes that arent specifically made for my quirk." I mutter out loud enough for him to hear and he nods.
"I told you not to mess with him, didn't I?" He said and sped up along with me as I started running faster now having reached the common room and know my way from here. Broccoli boy is keeping up with my pace surprisingly well. Huh, wouldn't have expected that from him.
Once I reach the gym doors I halt, my hand hovering in the air between the doorknob and my own body. What happens if I seriously injure him? What happens if I seriously injure myself? How will that go down? I haven't even spent a week at UA…Broccoli boy puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder and I turn back towards him my eyebrows furrowed with anxiety. He nods and I take a deep breath opening the doors. To find something I didn't think I was ready for yet.
Blondie.
R&R please and thank you!