/ Ah, yes, finally I slowed down on posting. I told you all it would only take a couple of days. Anyways, here is another chapter, whenever it get's posted. I am planning on trying to get another one done soon, but I would not hold my breath. Here is chapter three of the Unhinged fic. I am hoping to make a mini comic on it soon. Not sure though./
Another day in class. All of these days, anymore, have been endless, it felt like. Most of the students were on edge more than anyone would have every guessed. Then again, trauma will do that. Right? At any given moment, another drill could lead to a disaster in a heartbeat. At any given moment, everything could slip between their fingers once again, and go cascading into the great unknown of death.
Aizawa thought about this way more often than he should feel he has to. After all- he wanted to ensure that he didn't let any more of his students die.
Sometimes it got to the point where he wanted to scoop all of them up into his arms, and take them somewhere. Somewhere isolated, and safe, away from everyone and everything. That way random strangers cannot hurt them again. That way he could not be a failure once more... it was easy to dwell on these almost obsessive thoughts.
"Sensei... you... stopped talking again. Did you fall asleep?" Kirishima asks from his seat. The red haired student looked just as concerned as he was sleep deprived.
"Oh..." Aizawa only let out the one half-tracked word in response, before looking at all of the students, who tiredly keep their heads up in the classroom, and wait for some instructions. "..."
"Get some sleep sensei... we'll be quiet... you haven't slept at all in the last few days." Mina chimed in from her seat. She covers her mouth as she went to yawn. She crossed her legs over each other before leaning her head down on one of her hands. "We'll study.. or something..."
The shaggy headed man shook his head in disagreement, before rubbing his fingers over his eyes. "Let's go out for a training exercise. Maybe some fresh air will do us some good. I am sure most of you still don't want to physically be IN the school. Despite not saying anything about it to me." The tired teacher walks to the door, before grabbing the classroom key, and a clipboard.
"We don't, sensei... but we shouldn't complain. This event still has us shook up... but we can't just bail out now. We need to catch the villain that did this to our friends." Kaminari looks down, narrowing his eyes as he let's out a deep sigh. "Being bent on vengeance isn't a good thing... but... I can't help it..."
"As odd as it is that Dunce-Face is being smart right now.. I agree." Bakugou spoke up from his seat, where he was sitting normally, for once. "We should go out, and train. Staying pent up in here isn't going to help us get over this so we can get that bastard that killed that damn nerd." The blonde looks down, before clenching his fists. "Damn asshole... letting himself get killed like that..."
No one found a point to scold the angry student for his words. It was a way he had to deal with his grief that wasn't too... destructive.
Class 1-A stood up and lined up at the door, hardly talking to each other. To be blunt, none of them really payed attention to one another, other than chit-chat between about 4 of the students who were trying to get something off their chest before they got outside.
Aoyama was looking to the side, no one knew what he was looking at. Nor would they ever. He had a tendency to just stare off in a random direction, as if he was looking at... something. Even he had not been nearly friendly, or sociable. He was just there, most of the time.
Aizawa opened the door, and made his way through the halls, his students following behind him. His mind started to wander, though, taking him to darker, unwelcomed places.
'What if taking them outside to train only makes it more dangerous for them? What if there is someone just waiting to strike again outside? What if there is an accident? What if-'
"Sensei, you're going to break your keyboard... please calm down..." Yaoyorozu gently pulls on the mans sleeve as she was passing by. it seemed to pull him from his trance long enough for him to let go of the bending board with a grunt. "Sensei... if you need to talk... we'll listen. You listen to us all the time..."
"I'm fine, Yaoyorozu... I am just stressed. Maybe later." The teacher looks over to the nearby doors, before turning and leading his students to the exit. "Go head and walk over to the sparring building. That way nothing happens on the school grounds." He bluntly states to the children.
"Heh... remember when Iida would constantly get on us, and scold us for not looking both ways before crossing the street? I kinda miss that..." Sero stated from where he stood.
Everyone let out a slight laugh at the memory. Yeah... that was Iida for you. Always scolding everyone, reminding them to be careful, and follow proper protocol for certain things. Washing their hands, crossing the street, and more. There was just no end to the lectures from that guy. Ever.
Who ever thought that it would be something that everyone missed. Iida was just trying to show all of them he cared about their safety. That is all he ever did, honestly. The big brother of the class, other than Kirishima, from time to time.
"Hey, Hey- remember when Ochaco would use her quirk to cross the street, just to mess with Iida a little bit? He would scold her for 'not looking both ways before floating'." Mina giggled at the thought, before crossing her hands behind her back.
"Ohh, yeah, I remember that." Jiro chuckled from where she stood. "They even got into one of those dorky little arguments where they started to lightly tap on each others shoulders every time they went to talk. It was kinda funny." she further noted.
"Man... it's kind of... humdrum now..."
((To Be Continued))