Hello! Late posting and rather short, but created with love and character building/depth/mystery! It's hard not just saying and writing everything about a story immediately; I'm a rather impatient Ingrid. I'll also be busy Tuesday, so the next chapter will either be up tomorrow or Wednesday!
I was sunk.
Washed up, farm bought, end of the line. Finished.
It had been four long, grueling days. Four days of no phone calls, no missed messages, no mail from UA High School. I stared, unblinking, at the television as it droned on, paralleling the monotony of my life.
It was only my first interview, but I'd felt so certain. I nailed those questions- even the ones from Captain Cranky- and All Might himself had smiled at me at the end. Sure, I bolted as soon as I was able, but it couldn't have reflected on me that poorly...Could it?
"Life got you in a rut? Tired of the anxious thoughts swirling in your brain 24/7? Try erasa-dent; the perfect solution for forgetting unwanted feelings, thoughts, or accidents! Nine out of ten physicians agree erasa-dent-"
I flipped off the tv, nerves feeling scraped against sandpaper at the mention of anything eraser. After freaking out, pacing a trail into my carpet, and calling my mom as calmly as possible, I'd adventured onto the internet to find everything I could about Shota Aizawa.
Affiliation: Hero
Hero name: Eraserhead
Quirk: Erasure
The pro-hero known as Eraserhead can cancel out the quirk of anyone, so long as he doesn't blink.
That would explain the redness, I supposed, but definitely not his shitty attitude.
Upon another extensive searching binge, I'd found only a small handful of pictures of the dark enigma, and most just displayed a blurry shadow-like figure. The clearest photo was taken by students, and I recognized some of the faces from the other day. I snapped shut my laptop, leaned back with a slow sigh.
Maybe it was best I didn't get the job; I'd have to work in close proximity to a bunch of high-strung professionals like him (and probably Midnight; I was still a little put off by her hiring attire), as well as quirk-wielding students; some of which who probably didn't have total control over their powers yet.
Like you're one to talk.
My mind forcefully recalled the event of describing my interview to mom and her staggered, quiet reaction after letting slip that I'd used my quirk. I tried to bury that little detail in descriptions of the grounds and benefits the job would include. How she'd never have to worry again. It was close, but by the end the tension between her brows had eased, returning them to two smooth lines once more.
My eyes felt heavy, as if they'd personally been carrying all my week-long stress alone. Tentatively I placed my computer on the coffee table and snuggled up under the fuzzy snowman blanket I'd received for Christmas a few years back. The original near-silken texture had long faded to a soft, fluffy feeling, and I kept it out year round. Even after cramped school dorms and Nasu constantly perching on it, the blanket still smelled like home. I breathed in the pine-and-sugar smell, letting my consciousness fade.
The room was just starting to fill with water, tickling the tips of my fingers hanging over the cushions, when the melodic ringtone of my phone dispelled the illusion.
"Miss Tsutomi?"
"Yes?"
"This is Hatano Kiyohira, secretary of the UA's superintendent's office. I'm calling to inform you of the status of your application."
"Er, yes?"
"Miss Tsutomi, it would be our pleasure to offer you the full-time position as the Ethics and Social Sciences instructor at UA High School, effective immediately."
I couldn't help it; I screamed. A perturbed black cat watched as I jumped around my apartment like a maniac, practically goaded on by the chuckling man on the other end of the phone.
"I'll take your reaction as an acceptance. From here, we will start filing your information; you will need to get a professional background check done at a local office, and fingerprinted as well…"
I was hardly aware of all the complicated steps being fed to me. My heart was pounding and my grin felt permanently glued onto my face. Good-bye, twelve hour work days. Good-bye, extra side jobs. Sayonara, constant fear of falling into unending debt. Putting the phone on speaker, I sent a quick text to mom, fingers shaking.
I did it! I got the job! :-)
