Sensei has us meet back in homeroom before we leave. I sink into a place in the back, the medal thrust into my pocket and burning against my side. Sensei stands at the front, still bandaged like a mummy, with both arms wrapped to his chest.
"Good work. There will be no class tomorrow or the day after. I'm sure the Pro Heroes who watched the sports festival will want to recruit you, but we will consolidate everything and announce it when you get back. So rest well and look forward to that."
"Yes sir!" the class responds.
I stare at Glasses' desk. Empty.
"Dismissed."
Chairs scrape as everyone stands and gathers their things. Nobody loiters, and I collect my own bags.
"Hoki." I groan. "A word."
I sigh and hang back, waiting for the others to leave. Sensei frowns down at me with narrow eyes, the rest of his face lost beneath the wide swath of bandages.
"What happened this morning? And don't tell me nothing. You were worked up all day. You nearly roasted one of your classmates in the arena."
I flinch and stare at my feet. Nothing comes automatically to my lips. I don't know what to say. He waits, patiently, and I chew over my words before settling on what I told All Might.
"I… was angry."
"Clearly," Aizawa-sensei says, voice droll. "Why?"
"It's stupid."
"If it upset you that much, it isn't." I chew on my lips and the older man sighs. "Today, kid. I'd like to eventually go home and take a nap."
"They didn't watch," I shout suddenly. The words come out louder and faster than I intended. It just seems to spew out without warning. I'm too exhausted to be angry or sad. It just feels numb. "I… I asked."
Sensei scowls. I can see it in every line in his body.
"I see," he says after a long pause. "At least it's logical."
I look up in surprise. He rolls his eyes.
"Anything else?"
I shake my head. He nods.
"Alright, go ahead. And, Hoki, you're to call the school if anything happens."