Akira Grace POV
I left school with my mind running a million miles an hour, and I just wanted to go home- finish my homework- and go to bed. However, I can't because I have a million other things to get done today. The laundry has to be done, the house needs cleaning, garbage needs taking out, the grass needs to be mowed, some clothes need mending, both of the kiddos need haircuts... Granted, that's not much different than most nights. Mom's working a 72-hour emergency shift- so she just sleeps at work. Dad's working a job out of town, it was really good pay and the company covers room and board. He's finally got enough respect to get jobs like that after all these years, even though some of the other guys have quirks that make them stronger- he's worked hard to get strong and being naturally built with a strong frame helped.
Sighing I run a hand through my hair as I walk to the bus stop, what is it Dad always says on days like this? Days run long, nights run longer, weeks never end, the months drag on, the year is an eternity, but it'll get better when we die? Sounds about right to me.
Akira Grace POV, Friday that Week
The days blurred together in a never-ending cycle, there were a couple of nights I didn't even sleep- I got some messages asking me to cover night shift desk- basically sitting there and looking pretty all night since I don't have anyone to check in or anything and I don't do cleaning because someone has to be at the desk at all times. The girls have been nagging me to stop over-working myself, but I can't help it. It's what I've always done. I just want to get enough money saved up for something... I'm getting close, soon it'll all work out.
Today we're going off of the regular campus to a secondary location for some rescue training, Aizawa had told us to wear our gear, gym clothes, or something comfortable. Everyone except for Izuku and I are in their costumes waiting for the last few stragglers, mine wasn't ready quite yet when I stopped in this morning, 'a few more tweaks will make my babies just perfect for you' were the exact words the entire building got to hear... Izuku's wearing his P.E. clothes, but I'm wearing my most run-down set of clothes, they're comfy and protect my leg a little bit better from chaffing against my brace than gyms shorts do. Kirishima and Bakugo make their way over to me, we're all standing just outside of the locker rooms still. Kaminari tilts his head, a confused look on his face.
"Is that what you're wearing? It's about the same as what you wore for the exams, isn't it? Except... With a couple more holes I think." I shrug noncommittally.
"It's comfy, and I can't really..." I look at Bakugo and sigh, "Don't tell anyone but... I can't really afford for my gym clothes to get ruined. I've only got two sets. I've got two sets of regular uniforms, two sets of work clothes, and three sets of street clothes. So, that's the only set I can really spare one of. No big deal." Bakugo makes fists with his hands, and Kirishima stands there with an oddly gobsmacked expression on his face, opening and closing his mouth a few times. Looking around I can see mental math going on in both of their heads. Bakugo talks first.
"No offense, but those clothes aren't gonna hold up against shit. What size are you?" I blink, I don't actually know the answer to that. Work clothes and school clothes were custom sized for me, and my other clothes don't fit right.
"I don't know? I don't buy clothes, and everything I have that isn't street clothes is uniforms- which means they were custom sized for me. I'm not thinking I wear the same size as anyone here though Bakugo. Height wise I'm close to some of the other girls obviously, but well, I'm a different build altogether than them. Why?" Bakugo growls a little bit, but then disappears into the boys locker room for several long moments. He's got a bundle of fabric in his hand when he returns.
"Here, try these on. It's been in my bag since before my growth spurt, so forever, it'll probably be a little big but it won't fit any worse than what you've got on." Sighing I take and head back into the locker room, where a few girls are still working on their costumes and looking presentable. Ducking into a stall, it's nice to have a bar to hold onto, I unbundle the clothes. Black sweatpants baggy enough to go over my brace, which means I have to get it back on before I dress... And a long-sleeve red athletic shirt with a death metal band thing on it? I think anyway. Shrugging out of my tattered jeans and tee I carefully tug the clothes on. I have to tie the waistband as tight as it goes and roll the pant legs ups a little bit. The shirt's a little baggy, but I simply tug the sleeves up. I tuck it loosely into the pants and refasten my inkwell belt where they meet, before grabbing my things and putting them back in my bag. Aizawa is just yelling into the room that we've got two minutes or he's leaving us.
Bakugo is still waiting for me with Kirishima, and I grin at him. "Thanks, how do I look?" He growls.
"Less likely to end up without anything on. Let's go." Kirishima turns bright red at that, and I laugh, following them out to the bus. These guys aren't so bad.