I only own some OC's and this alternative plot, all right reserved to My Hero Academia.
CHAPTER 3: UNEXPECTED GUEST
"Oh, Momo we all know you wouldn't do that."
"Stop talking nonsense, this gift is precious!"
Momo's blood was boiling in anger as she walked barefoot across the garden, approaching the dorms in the night, only lit by the weak moonlight. Everyone stood up and followed her. Some wobbled, others tripping every two steps.
"She's really doing it?"
"She is dead serious about it."
"Nah, she'll just chicken out"
The murmurs grew louder to the point that Occhaco had to hush them. I looked up and identified the balcony from where 2 thin curtains played gracefully in the wind; I turned back to face the brown-eyed girl. "Mind if you give me a lift?"
A giggling, tipsy Occhaco nodded back at me and slapped her arm with no sense of delicacy whatsoever. All weight was lifted from me as I slowly elevated. All the others stood several feet away to get a better peek at how I would get inside, for the balcony was a visual obstacle.
This was the easiest money I could earn plus, the look on Bakugo's face when I showed him the picture was worth it. I wasn't even nervous. This was a premeditated move.
Just get in, create a camera, take a picture of the empty room, and quietly go out from the window once more. Easy as pie.
My feet rose above the balcony's rail, and I glanced at Occhaco, expecting her to release her quirk. About half meter above the balcony's floor, I realized I kept rising. I looked once more at Occhaco, and Midoriya had the courtesy to squeeze her arm so she would end the effect of her gravity powers.
An audible thud was produced by my feet as they touched the ground, shaking and trying to keep the balance from the sudden fall. It was too dark, but I knew some would be laughing. Whatever, drunken laughter was the last thing on my mind.
My fingers barely graced the window when the scent of wood and Sunday mornings, fresh and inviting, caressed my nose. Something in my stomach tightened as my cheeks blushed. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was about to go into a man's room. Not a boy's stupid room, but an actual grown man's room. My heart decided to go on a marathon as I lifted the window enough to get inside.
I breathed more of that woody scent...it had something else I couldn't exactly put my finger on, something quite manly. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I looked around.
To my surprise, there was not much to be seen, just a light wooden low desk where a gray laptop, a steaming mug with tea, and a small plant rested. I glanced to my right to barely appreciate what seemed to be a military green futon. Besides that, there was not much to see, and it was pretty similar to my room these days. I was about to create the camera with the little strength I had left from creating the logs and a night of drinking, but something felt off. Wait….did I just see a steaming mug?
But I didn't even have time to screech as I probably would've. I know how my blood would've gone all the way to my feet with the speed of a waterfall. But instead, something suddenly caught grasp of my wrist, violently lifting me in the air.
~3 days before~
"Come in!" the squeaky voice of principal Nazu was audible to the person waiting on the other side of the meeting room.
A tall, scruffy figure appeared at the entrance, hands in his pockets with a careless air. The slender figure proceeded to find his lazy way to an empty seat between professor Vlad and Present Mic.
"Shota! I'm glad you could join us," the white rodent mutant said, not even mad at the tardiness of that particular member of his staff. Shota Aizawa could be as late as he wanted as long as his results kept being as professional as always.
Eraserhead's long, slim fingers pinched the arch of his nose, trying to keep in mind that once this probably unnecessary meeting was over, he could go back to his yellow sleeping bag. A long, uncomfortable sight escaped from his lips.
"Anyways," the principal didn't lose his enthusiasm for one moment. "As I was saying, Senior students must start preparing for their final certification exams."
About some years ago, the Pro Hero Licencing program had a big alteration. While having a 3-year certification plan put a well amount of pressure on the students and assured the fast licensing of more heroes, the use of provisional licensing aided society's security while it still made room for students to prepare. The Principal and the board of education had agreed that a more extensive program with provisional-licensed students would give then a more rounded preparation. Some schools refused completely to this educational proposal, but if there was something that the U.A.'s principal took very seriously, it was his student's education; whether it was 3 years of 6, whether it meant the bullying from other universities for choosing the slow road, he would do anything to ensure his student's success.
And so, U.A.'s had extended the licensing into a 6-year program, with students being scouted from different agencies from year 1 through 5, leaving the 6th year for the students to focus on their licensing exam, the enrollment to an agency, or the launching of their own business. At first, other universities gained more prestige among Japan, for people believed that a 6-year program was stretching it too much, but the results U.A.'s graduates delivered regained their status; it didn't take long for the 3-year plan hero universities to adjust their programs.
"I have already divided and assigned this year's seniors according to their quirks and areas of improvement. You'll find their information in the folders with your name on it." A white paw tossed a bunch of pale yellow folders to the center of the table, where other teachers started to look for theirs. "If you have any doubts, please let me know. That would be all from my side for today's meeting. I wish you good luck and a great start for this semester!" and with that, the rodent in a maroon vest gave an end to the meeting.
Everyone had already got up from their seats and was looking for their folder. Everyone of course, except Aizawa. He would pick his lonely folder when it was left behind by everyone else.
When everyone got out of the meeting, a tall, stylish, blond figure approached him, along with the now skinny and weary ex symbol of peace.
"SOOOOOOO…" of course, Mic had to raise his voice every 10 seconds or else he would die. "Who do you have this year, Eraser?"
"Can't care less. Don't touch me." was the response from the long charcoal-haired man. Mic didn't make much of his request and kept his arm wrapped around Shota's neck.
"I for sure I'm excited. Seems like I have young Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki." Toshinori informed with one of his skull-like smiles.
"What a surprise."
"You're seriously not going to look? Aren't you a bit curious?" Present Mic's glasses lowered, trying to find any kind of spark on his friend's eyes. Normally, at this point, he would've already given up and opened his folder for the other two to see, but he seemed distant.
"I'll find out when necessary." he simply replied. Aizawa drew his lethargic eyes through the window, pensive. Toshinori lowered his eyes, for he had spotted a pale red hand made bracelet around Eraserhead's wrist.
"You miss her, don't you?" Toshinori's question took him by surprise but managed to keep a serene posture. It's not that the question was wrong, but he hated people meddling in his business. His long disheveled hair slightly danced at his nod.
"Not to worry my man!" As always, Mic was always ready to lift the mood. "I'm pretty sure Eri is having the best time at the beach with Mirio." This statement didn't make him miss her any less.
"I heard that principal Nazu let you move in earlier to get her things accommodated." Toshinori found endearing how much Aizawa and Eri had bonded. "Better make room for all the seashells and thingamabobs she'll bring you from Okinawa!" a half wry exhalation was the only answer he got.
The sudden ignition of a humongous fire took his sight from the e-book he was immersed in. Sitting far in the dark from across his room, he saw from the window the bonfire that was being lit outside.
"Well, that's a first" he mumbled. Since the glare of the fire was distracting him from his reading, he moved from the ottoman of the desk to his futon, his back against the wall. It was a hot summer night, so he let his window open and got back to his Kindle. "104 degrees outside but sure, make a huge fire that will help."
All the moving of his things had been done in 1 hour while moving Eri's belongings into the room next door had taken about 3 hours and tons of exasperation. The little rascal collected everything, from plushy stuffed animals and glittery objects to funny-looking rocks and dead flowers. He couldn't wait to see her again. Mic had offered to help him with the moving yesterday after his Saturday morning radio show, in exchange for a pizza and some beers.
His mind went back to the conversation they had that night.
"C'mon! She'll bring a friend, so I can bring you and who knows? Maybe you guys hit it off!"
"That only means you'll leave with your date and I'll be left behind with some insecure, overdone makeup-faced poor victim." had been his final resolution.
"When was the last time you went on a date?" even if the blonde's voice sounded angry, Shota knew he meant well. "Was it snowing outside? Were smartphones already invented?"
An uninterested puff of air was his answer. He drank a big gulp of his beer.
"So?"
Maybe it hadn't been enough of an answer.
"I went for sushi with Emi last month."
"IT DOESN'T COUNT AS A DATE IF YOU'RE NOT INTERESTED IN THE PERSON, ERASERTWAT" The faint sign of a minimal smile hid behind his can of beer. "You know what I am talking about," Mic continued. "When was the last time you were around someone who got you nervous, excited...the kind of interaction that makes you feel awkward and scared and-"
"Are you sure you're talking about a date? Sounds to me like a proctologist appointment."
Mic rolled his eyes and dropped the subject.
Truth be told, he wasn't sure he'd ever had those feelings altogether. Sure he had dated and had been attracted to lots of women before. But just as most things, they turned out to be quite uninteresting and rather dull, answering everything with a yes, no, or whatever. And it's not that he didn't want to feel those things, but there was an almost non-existent chance the lady friends of Mic would make the cut.
Someone exciting...where would he find that?
But he didn't have much time to come with an answer to that, because the sound of footsteps outside the balcony overtook his attention.
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Thank you for giving this story a chance as always! Knowing that someone out there is reading my work truly gives me have something to look forward to in the day. I apologize for my poor English, I hope you know I'm giving my best to make it coherent. Stay tuned for more!