Announcement:
So uh… I have a lot of explaining to do, but firstly why it took so long to upload.
But first, and foremost…
…I want to say what I want to do with this book…
…I…
…Will still be continuing it!
What? You thought I was gonna quit that easily?
But seriously the reasons for the delay were:
Writer's block (Seriously, I was stuck at one section and just suddenly drew a brain fart, this kept on going for so many weeks), another would be that I have severely underestimated how many words this chapter would be and I didn't expect it to be this many, and lastly would be utter laziness.
Oh and school. Those vultures won't even let me have time for myself.
And a bit of a change.
I've now deemed this fanfic to be in the "Mature" category (So if one day you can't see this fanfic anywhere on the site it's probably because it doesn't belong to the Teen Category anymore so just change the filter from Rating K-T to Rating: All). Why? Well, you'll know soon as you read this and some of the future chapters. I may have gotten carried away with the brutality.
And as it turns out a lot has happened to the manga that may or may not coincide with the things in my AU, but still, I'm going to be following my original AU plan, regardless of the manga.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. Hope You Enjoy CHAPTER 6 EVERYONE!
Chapter 6: Rain (Part I)
Mom! Mom, the computer!
Again?
Mhm!
It's way too scary for me to even watch, Izuku. I don't know how you can, though.
Because, I know that in the end, everything will be fine!
You're a brave boy, Izuku. Just try not to look too close at the screen this time, okay?
Okay!
"Can you see that?! He's already saved a hundred people!"
"This is so f-ing crazy! It hasn't even been 10 minutes!"
"HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"He's laughing!"
"It's fine now! Why?!"
All Might…
"Because, I am here."
Hehe. Once I get my quirk, I wanna be a hero like him!
I wouldn't count on it, kid.
…
"HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"He's laughing!"
…Mom…
…
He's such a cool hero…
…Izuku…
…Can I… be a hero, like him, too…?
…I'm… sorry…
...
I'm so sorry, Izuku!
Kacchan, just stop!
Get out of the way, Izu! I ain't done beating him to a pulp!
He can't fight you any longer, okay?!
Either you get outta the way or—!
I won't! Even if…
Huh?!
Even if I have to fight you right here!
…Are you just that dumb, Izu?
…!
How could a quirkless nobody, like you, ever think you have a chance against me?! To ever think someone as worthless as you can ever stand in the same ring as me?!
…
You. A DEKU.
…Kacchan…
DIIIEEEE!
Do you know how some guys, suck in their gut and puff out their chest to look buff in beaches? That's pretty much the same concept.
EEEEEEEEHHHHHHH?!
Listen, lad, I have to deliver this villain to the proper authorities. So if you don't mind, forget everything that has ever transpired in the last five minutes.
W-wait!
…?
U-uhm… s-sir…
…
D-do… do you think... t-th-that… it's… possible… for… me…
…
…A… q-quirkless person…
…!
…T-to… ever become… a… hero?
…
…
…I'm sorry, young man…
…!
Even if I want to encourage you to never give up. You have to consider what's realistic…
…
…but it's not possible.
KACCHAN!
…D-Deku?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!
I DON'T KNOW! MY LEGS, THEY JUST MOVED ON THEIR OWN! I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT…!
NGH!
…You looked like you were asking for help…
Even though you were born without a quirk, you were the only one brave enough to try and save the boy.
…
It was foolish of me to lecture you about dreaming realistically. When I wasn't the one being realistic…
…
I judged you because I thought you didn't have the power to face the hurdles that we heroes deal with on a daily basis. I was wrong to think that…
…!
People like you, Young Midoriya, are hard to come by…
…
You may be quirkless, but deep in your heart you're more heroic than most heroes that do have quirks…
…
…And I'm willing to give you mine.
Y-you mean—!
Yes.
…!
You can become a Hero.
I WON'T BE YOUR PUNCHING BAG FOREVER, KACCHAN!
IT'S YOUR POWER, ISN'T IT?!
I WON'T LET HIM GET PAST ME! SO RUN! RUN, KOTA!
I'VE LET HER GO ONCE! I WON'T LET GO OF HER AGAIN!
I may not have been ready to face you, All for One…
…!
BUT I HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE COUNTING ON ME TO END THIS! TO END THIS FIGHT!
J-just…! JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!
A HERO!
June 6th, 2XX1.
Rain.
Just when the world couldn't get more pessimistic.
It just had to rain.
The purple-haired student could do nothing more than scowl at how the droplets patter on the window, her gaze staring right over the bleak and dark horizon as the clouds cover the dozen skyscrapers.
With everything that has happened you would think that the world would be more sensitive about the situation.
The past month had been nothing but hell for the purple-haired girl.
Her thoughts brought her to three certain students in her class. The ash blonde boy, her brunette friend, and the green-haired boy.
Out of all the people present, the three of them had probably experienced worse.
It had all started when a week after the ash blonde teenager was sent home to recover. It wasn't something that usually happened, but due to his injuries it was needed that he gets medical attention, with Recovery Girl making sure to make frequent visits to the hospital the blonde was currently residing.
It was supposed to be a private class matter, only for a certain blonde-haired student from a different class—more specifically, Class 2-B—to spread rumors throughout the whole school about Bakugo's temporary leave, so as to lower the morale of the A class. Most people had considered what the blonde had done to be a harsh thing to do, and it almost got him suspended for a month—something Jiro would really appreciate—unfortunately though, a handful of students thought otherwise.
Jiro had made sure that she could get the students to divert their attention away from the green-haired boy, sadly she could only do so much before the sharp-eyed ones saw his injuries and before long, the rumors had spread like the plague throughout campus. Rumors of different varieties had sprouted, but it was mostly based on the same topic: "Midoriya had been the one to beat up Bakugo."
It didn't take long for the rumors to be heard by one of her classmates—Ashido had been the one to hear, due to her being a gossiper herself— fortunately, most of them had been inclined to not believe any of the rumors that the other students had been spouting. But that inclination not to believe the rumors had been getting harder and harder for her friends.
Everything turned upside-down when Midoriya had opened up about his unusual quirk situation on their next practical exam.
He had lost his quirk.
Of course, rumors about his situation had sprouted soon enough.
It didn't take long until one of them had decided to doubt the green-haired boy, and slowly started to believe that the rumors, concerning about him and Bakugo.
Once that had happened, Jiro had never felt such rage pertaining her classmates.
Even after everything they had gone through in the past year, Mineta had the gull to doubt Midoriya.
Even if the rumors that Midoriya had beaten up Bakugo were true—which it was— Jiro wanted to believe that it was justified. That Midoriya deserved every right to beat the blonde to the ground. He deserved it.
But the more she said it to herself, the more it seemed like denial to her. Deep down, Jiro knew that Midoriya would beat up the ash blonde until they had resolved their problems, but she didn't expect the boy to be so emotionally damaged to the point where he wanted to kill the blonde. She denied every possibility that Midoriya was a killer, because he wasn't. She refused to believe that.
Things had been fortunate to be at a standstill.
But the effects that the rumors had done were still there.
Every day, whenever it was time for them to head to the canteen to grab their lunch, she would find the green-haired boy sitting there at his desk, his cloudy black eyes gazing a thousand miles forward, leaving her to drag him to get his daily sustenance, but even then she had to feed it for him, and she couldn't care if the other students think otherwise. She was lucky enough to spot him trying to eat on his own volition, but even then he had nowhere to sit to, other than their class president and Uraraka—and both of them knew that that wasn't an option— so she would join him on any table he would sit on. If he was neither in the classroom or the canteen, it was the roof.
The roof was a place Jiro could get into, the occasional breeze hitting her face, the smell of fresh air and the sound of the birds singing. She couldn't believe that she hadn't even tried coming up her even once the whole year she has spent in the school. It was surprisingly relaxing and tranquil, maybe that's why he chose to come up here—even if it was an unconscious decision on his part.
She could only wish that the boy with her could share her enthusiasm.
He only stared at the horizon, curled up into a ball with his back planted on the wall, his tray cast aside with no intention of ever consuming it. She would talk to him, but he would never answer.
Deep down in his cloudy, lifeless eyes, she couldn't see anything but pain and despair. Not an ounce of hope or brightness.
Nonetheless she kept on talking to him, hoping that she would get an answer one day.
She promised him that she won't give up.
She owed him that much.
That had basically been her routine for the past month.
It was until the rain poured down almost nonstop to the point where she couldn't even remember what the sun looked like.
It was like the world had been against the green-haired boy.
He was given a tormentor, a father that was a no-show, he lost his mother, and now it seemed like the whole student body would be against him.
Rumors die down, Jiro knows that.
But rumors also ruin lives.
That was probably the one she's most familiar with.
So here she was staring down the window trying so hard to quench her annoyance of trying to come up with a tangible plan to try and get the green-haired boy out of the web he got tangled in.
When did things get so complicated so fast?
"Kyoka, heads up!"
As soon as she heard her pink-skinned classmate's voice, her vision quickly morphed from the flat transparent object, which dark silhouettes of the varying skyscrapers, with the lights shining through each of the many windows those skyscrapers held, into a flat surface which seemed to be made of cement. Dazed, she followed the direction of the voice calling out to her which was…
Upwards?
"Huh?"
In a state of confusion the purple-haired girl looked upward and in a spur of the moment something as hard as a basketball hit her forehead, causing her to rear her upper body, her feet slipping out of the chipped part of the wall. For a moment it seemed her hands were still planted on the flat surface, but due to her unconsciously rearing her body so far that he hands removed themselves from the wall with a sort of pop. The next thing she saw was her pink-skinned friend trying to grab her arm and screaming her name—distress plastered on her face— before watching her friend get farther and farther from her. The farther she got, she saw some of her other classmates through her peripherals and all of them looking at her as she got farther from them.
She saw Kirishima struggling to pull his glove from the wall as he grind his teeth, Ojiro planting his hands and flipping himself upwards then using his tail covered in what seemed to be a variant of the glove Jiro was wearing earlier, to stick himself to the wall—his eyes widened as he saw her whipped past him—and a pair of glove planted on the wall, for a moment the purple-haired thought that someone had left it there, only to conclude that it was only Hagakure struggling to pull herself upwards.
But onto the matter at hand.
Am I…
The wind pressing against her back and her jacks flailing in front of her face as she picked up speed.
…Falling…?
The next thing that she felt was something soft hitting her back—any sense of pain was not felt on any part of her body—and it seemed like she was sinking into it as her back was pushing inside it.
A sharp noise penetrated her ears as she felt air come out of the object and tickle her cheek. A bouldering mat.
Letting out a sigh of relief Kyoka pushed her head in the mat some more and looked around, seeing a huge portion of the gym converted into some kind of mountainous area with different shapes and sizes, though most of these were smooth walls with chipped segments to plant their feet in. And in each wall had at least 5 huge bouldering mats surrounding said wall. The people surrounding the mats were groups of students from the Support Department watching groups from her class and Class 2-B's climb up their respective wall—through binoculars. Turning her sights to herself she saw that she was in her gym uniform, same as her classmates and some students in Class 2-B up on the wall above her.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
A familiar menacing laugh was heard just above the wall Jiro used to be and just thinking about that particular person was enough to give her a headache.
"Dude, what the fuck?!" That was Kaminari's voice. "Kyoka could've been hurt!"
As flattering as it was to have Kaminari protect her, she couldn't really care, not when she doesn't even know what the hell is going on.
And then came back the annoying voice of Neito Monoma.
"I guess Class 2-A isn't as tough as I thought they would be. Kinda hard to believe that you guys helped put an end to the Villains' Revolution a couple of months ago!"
It didn't take a genius to know that the blonde had a smug look on his face.
She can hear his voice crack as he went on to try and berate her class once again, and each second of it was hell for Kyoka and the others. She'd rather hear anything than this. And she means anything. Even what her parents do at night in their room.
Seriously, the guy will do anything to get rid of his inferiority complex.
What she would do just so she can hit him and cut his tongue off his mouth.
"HAHAHAHAHA—Ghagk!"
For now, Kendo's behind-his-neck-so-he-can-shut-his-hole smack was good enough for her. Again.
"I am so sorry, Yaomomo." Jiro can already hear the distress and weariness in the voice of a certain 'Big Sister' of Class 2-B, even if she was a mile away from them. "I don't know how he got away again. Or how he was able to get up here in the first place."
'Then how were you able to get up there as well?', Jiro tried to formulate a logical answer to her own question, but sadly she didn't have the privilege to get a clear solution due to the thousands of metaphorical needles poking straight at her forehead, which prompted her to rub the sore spot.
It's obvious that the next set of words exchanged between the two girls were a series of apologies from the orange-haired girl and reassurances from the Vice President of Class 2-A.
Jiro could only sigh and close her eyelids as she shut away the voices from the two girls and just take a breather from all that has happened.
If only this could work for him too…
She slowly put up her arms so she can get a look at the things clamping on her hands. What she saw were black gloves with glowing circuitry, and circles in each of the top segments of her fingers—like the pads in a certain gravity-manipulating student. She heard the gloves shut down with a soft whir and the light blue glow disappeared and only showed a dim outline of the circuitry showed on the gloves.
The next thing she saw was a certain pink-haired girl from the Support Course— more specifically Class 2-H— her Cheshire-like grin and her non-blinking golden eyes staring intently into Jiro's purple ones.
"Hey, Jacky-girl!" The Support Course student started. "Whaddya think of my new babies?!" It seemed like her eyes and grin keep on getting wider the longer she waited for an answer on her new inventions and her breathing became faster with each second.
"Is the aesthetic design, pleasing to look at?!"
"Did it attach itself to the wall like it was designed to?!"
"Did you have any trouble removing your hands from the wall?!"
"Was the glove too tight?!"
"What's your rating of it?!"
"Is the invention good enough for you to want to buy it?!"
"IF SO, DO YOU THINK THESE BABIES WOULD CATCH THE ATTENTION OF EVERY HERO SUPPORT EQUIPMENT COMPANIES IN THE WHOLE WORLD?!"
In the next few seconds, Jiro was berated by all kinds of questions by Mei Hatsume—questions concerning either the invention, or the success the invention could bring to the pink-haired girl—and when Hatsume finally took the time to stop asking questions and went back to staring at the purple-haired girl with the same kind of expectation, a few seconds ago, said purple-haired girl could only look at the Support Course student and blink, which prompted the pink-haired girl to blink back, and they engaged themselves in some sort of back and forth blinking gestures.
Sensing that their constant blinking won't cease pushed herself up from the mat, he hands and feet sinking inside the material for a bit before she got her shoes planted on the gym's floor. She hooked her fingers on what seemed to be the strap on her wrist, and she pulled—the sound of Velcro separating, pierced her sensitive hearing—once that was done, she removed it from her hand, and did the same for the other glove then handed them both to the pink-haired inventor.
Even as the inventor had the gloves back in her hands, she could only hold her smile and stare back at the purple-haired girl and blink—which prompted a sweat to drop from Jiro's head.
Boy, this girl is complicated.
Realizing that there was no way the pink-haired girl was going away until Jiro provided her with a good opinion on the invention in her hands. So all Jiro did for the next few seconds was rack her brain for a good and intelligent enough opinion that the girl can eat up.
Then her eyes laid on the Velcro straps.
And it was as if a lightbulb suddenly lit up.
"Maybe—!" The second the word was uttered the pink-haired girl quickly leaned forward and took up the purple-haired girl's personal space, her eyes shining with anticipation. Her face was way too close for Jiro's liking, and she awkwardly took a half-step back.
Clearing her throat to talk once again, trying not to stutter with the pink-haired girl looking at her with such intensity.
"Maybe try not to use Velcro straps."
This prompted the pink-haired girl to look at her with a confused look then turned her sights at the straps.
"I mean, look at this in the long term…" Jiro held her finger up like those other anime characters who think they know what the hell they were saying, when they were just bullshitting their way out of the problem. "Maybe it isn't safe for the person since Velcro straps are known to loosen and stop clinging to each other after some time, so maybe you could use something else."
Then the pink-haired girl's eyes widened as if she just had a revelation. "You know, I honestly hadn't thought of that! I was just making sure it would work in the first place, and the safety didn't really pop into my head until now! Thanks, Jacky-Girl!"
'This girl…!' Jiro grinded her teeth against each other. Though, she could've been wrong about the Velcro straps not being safe, she'd take anything she can get just to get the Support Course student off her face. She just hopes that whoever wears those wouldn't plummet to their death after using said equipment.
The inventor then proceeded to give Jiro a bone-crushing bear hug and lifted her feet off the ground, jumping up and down from the floor, Jiro grunting and groaning each time the pink-haired girl jumped and her diaphragm becoming more pressed up. Fortunately for her the inventor decided to stop her assault after two more jumps—though, Jiro would've preferred it if the inventor didn't jump at all—and both girls finally got the room they needed to breathe.
A second later, a smirking boy with messy black hair, he was just a bit taller than Hatsume, and was wearing a less extravagant version of Hatsume's goggles and also the usual U.A. gym uniform, approached the two breathless girls.
"You lost the bet, Hatsume." He kept that stupid smirk on his face and he had his palm open to Hatsume.
"Technically, I didn't. Since Jacky, here, wasn't really paying attention to the falling debris." Hatsume quickly countered the boy, her eyes and smile still wide. "I don't think that she's actually paying attention at all."
That last part got a narrow-eyed stare from Jiro.
"So. Ha!" the pink-haired inventor mocked the boy.
"Technically, a bet is still a bet. Your guinea pig still fell." The boy flexed his fingers, prompting Hatsume to groan and pull out a Hundred Yen bill…
…From her black tank top.
Not the point.
They were betting on whether I fall or not?!
Jiro could not believe her ears, as she gave an incredulous stare at the two inventors. What if she broke her neck?!
What if there hadn't been any mats?! Would the two of them still be betting?!
Maybe she was just more or less hurt that she was called a 'guinea pig', then again she was way too angry—too offended—to even give it a second thought.
The boy sniffed the bill and gave a satisfied sigh, while Hatsume looked at the gloves as if it was an injured puppy in her hands.
"I really need to idiot-proof these." The pink-haired inventor muttered.
That sentence alone was enough for Kyoka to have smoke come out of her ears. She was calling her an idiot!
No, Kyoka, find your Zen.
Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind from anger and she forced a smile, even if her eyebrow was twitching.
"Don't you mean 'fool-proof'?" She tried corrected the pink-haired girl.
"Isn't it the same thing?"
Okay, she's just asking for another screw loose!
The indifferent tone in the pink-haired inventor's voice once she had said those words to the purple-haired girl caused a vein to pop on her forehead and her small frown turned into a full demonic scowl—complete with Kirishima's shark-like teeth and a wild animal's snarl. But before the aforementioned scowling girl could lift a finger or even voice her rage upon the pink-haired inventor, a soft tap on her shoulder prompted her to whip her head to whoever was the one responsible for stopping her from tearing the inventor limb from limb, preparing to take out all of her anger on the interrupter instead.
Only for her to suddenly stop and snap out of her rage-filled state at the last second.
What met her now widened eyes was the sight of a certain green-haired boy, his dark blank eyes staring straight down on his shoes, his mouth not giving any hints of opening to speak at all.
Her eyes turned to the thing he held in his scarred hand, that he raised for her to see, an ice pack. It was then that the green-haired boy showed a hint of annoyance—or something close to it— in his expression, once the purple-haired girl shot him a confused look. Jiro won't lie to herself, she found the slight hint in the boy's expression to be a sign of relief—even if the annoyance was directed at her—but it was possible that she was hallucinating just to give the boy in front of her some sort of sign that there was some hope left.
Jiro didn't know the difference nowadays.
She was brought out of her thoughts when she spot the boy in question taking a few steps towards her and their eyes met, being suddenly conscious on how close they are, Jiro felt a surge of heat overcome her face and suddenly she found herself frozen right on the spot. She can see his face in full detail now, his unusually baggy and tired eyes, the dark circles under his said eyes very evident to the naked eye, more unusual was his slightly shallow cheeks, gone were his slightly chubby cheeks—that Mina and Toru like to tease him about—and enter his slightly sharp cheekbones, her eyes turn to his freckles and how each dot spread perfectly across his face and some slightly on the bridge of his nose. Not too much, not too little.
Focus, Kyoka!
Her nerves went on high-alert once her eyes darted to the boy's other arm once said arm made the slightest motion towards her person, and the next few seconds his hand was brushing her bangs upwards. But she couldn't care less about that at the moment, right now their faces were still inches apart but she can feel his breath tickling her nose, she didn't know if the boy in front of her notices but she sure as hell does. She thought nothing could've made this situation less awkward until her mouth suddenly had a mind of his own and she just became a complete stuttering mess, with open of her mouth releasing an incomplete word or just an incoherent babble. She was getting a bit woozy.
I can't focus!
Her mind was in a complete jumbled state until she was snapped back with a really cold feeling upon her forehead, and her eyes found themselves curiously questioning the pair of lifeless eyes in front of her. Something was being pressed against her forehead—something cold—then it dawned to her that it was the ice pack that Midoriya was pressing on her swollen head. She won't lie to herself, it didn't really dawn to her how much her head hurts—because she wasn't really paying much attention to the pain—until the green-haired boy pressed the ice pack on her head. It took her a while to notice that his other hand had left her hair and found one of her hands instead, and it just dawned to her just how clammy her hands have become. So once he brought her hand to hold the ice pack on her head, she was immediately struck with a chill from her hands and it suddenly found its way into her spine, making her shudder slightly.
"Kyoka-chan!" Jiro immediately turned her head to the person who shouted her name, and out came was the very person who was responsible for bringing her back to reality the first time. The pink-skinned hero, Mina Ashido. And from the obvious look from her face—plus the damp cheek—she must have been extremely worried about Jiro, since she wasn't able to grab her in time, she had her arms spread out in the open and she slammed to her best friend, giving the rocker a painful hug.
GOD—WHY?!
"I am so sorry!" The pink-skinned girl pressed her face against the purple-haired girl's stomach even more, not only damping the gym clothes but constricting the girl's airway as well—not that she'd know that, since the girl she was hugging could barely even make a sound. Fortunately for the rocker, her friend had decided to let her down and immediately check on her head, removing the ice pack from her forehead for a moment, wincing on the swelled up part and pressing it back. "You okay?"
NO! "Y-yeah."
"Good." Even though the pink girl visibly sighed in relief, her own voice betrayed her frustration and it was a detail that didn't go unnoticed to her friend. It didn't take long for her friend's face of relief to crack and the dam holding back her tears had broken down, prompting her to immediately use her hands and wipe her tears. "I-I'm so sorry, Kyoka-chan…" she said as she sobbed.
"H-Hey, c'mon. Stop crying."
In one swift movement, Mina Ashido quickly wrapped her arms around her friend's neck and sobbed on her shoulder. Jiro making comforting noises and patting the back of her crying friend, ignoring the fact that her Gym Uniform is getting damper.
Jiro hated this.
Seeing someone cry. Usually because she didn't know what the hell she should do to make them feel better—the feeling is unusually worse now that the usually cheery Mina Ashido was the one crying—but mostly she just didn't like the way the person in front of her just seemed like they lost hope. She didn't like that look on anybody's face.
The face of utter despair.
As her friend clung to her, the sobs that escaped the pink-skinned girl's mouth started to distort and morph into a deeper tone.
She remembered this, but she couldn't remember where it was. The way that Ashido clung to her seemed tighter until it didn't seem like her pink-skinned friend was the one clinging to her anymore, but a woman.
She watched as the woman shuddered with every sob, every excruciating cry seemed so painful to escape from the woman's lips. She didn't know why, but this made her grip the woman's shirt even tighter, pushing her face onto the soft clothing even more, as she too wanted to cry.
It wasn't until later that it hit her, and she found the answer to she was looking for.
This was a memory when she was no older than a child who recently found out what their quirk was, she wondered what was the difference at first—the first 8 years of her life had been a repetitive pattern of her father beating both her and her mother—then she found out who the woman was, finding comfort on her tiny shoulder.
The woman crying was none other than her mother.
This was the first time she had seen her mother be this weak and helpless, and it was the first time she could provide comfort to her own mother. As a child she had a pretty straightforward goal, and that was to make her mother smile. Needless to say, it worked wonders. Not a day goes by after this that her mother had decided to remain strong and protect her from her father, promising her that there will come a day where they won't be haunted by the monster, that is her father, and that she would make it right for the both of them.
And that day did came.
Her mother would thank her, day after day, for the comfort that she was able to provide, but she didn't want to be thanked. She just wanted her mother to be happy, and smile in the most carefree way.
And that's exactly what her mother did. That's all she could ever ask for.
Her attention was brought back to her clinging pink-skinned friend, still crying on her shoulder but she had her sights on someone else.
She watched as Midoriya tapped the shoulder of the aloof Yui Kodai and handed her a bottle of water. She could only catch a glimpse of his lifeless eyes as she was then looking at his retreating back.
The way is shoulders seem to sag and his head pointed at nothing but the ground and at his feet, showed nothing more than loneliness. Nothing could lessen the feeling of pity the purple-haired rocker displayed for the green-haired boy.
Jiro wanted nothing more than for him to smile.
And above all else, she wanted him to care again.
And she won't stop.
After all, a promise is a promise.
June 7th, 2XX1. 11:30 A.M.
Heights Alliance Dormitories. Class 2-A's Dorms.
For a Saturday, Jiro thought that it was pretty boring.
She really needed a break.
Although, she could've just went back home and pay a visit to her parents, like most students—including a few of her classmates—have done now that the rain had stopped pouring for once, but Jiro figured that her parents needed some deserved alone time, even though she knows that they would literally run across the whole world just to see her again she also knows that they hadn't really been given that much time alone with each other last year, considering that most of her parents' time were spent on worrying about their daughter. So if ever they needed her to come and visit they would text her and she would come by her house to visit, and her parents knew that—she thinks.
She would've expected Ashido to suddenly invite all the girls to the mall and hang out or something—Jiro knew that she should be brainstorming about something else right now, but it was starting to take its toll on her with the constant headaches— but turns out she had decided to invite Kirishima instead. She was starting to notice how Ashido is more or less starting to hang out with the red-haired student on an almost weekly basis, and her thoughts brought her to something that shouldn't really be her business, and yet she still wondered about the possibility of the two of them being a couple.
Did that mean she was introducing him to her parents or something?
She wanted to slap herself for even letting herself think that way. She was not Ashido.
She couldn't care less if they were a couple or not…
Although, if that was a possibility, the thought of them being at that age where they can now have relationships, kind of scares Jiro a little bit.
She tried to push this nagging feeling once Bakugo and Uraraka had been confirmed as an item, and she tried to be happy for them, she did. It was stupid of Ashido to suddenly decide to put on a party for the couple, but Jiro had to admit, out of all the students, Bakugo and Uraraka were the first ones to even be a couple—when they were one of the students considered to be the least likely to be a couple— so maybe she can give her pink-skinned friend a pass. That and Yaoyorozu and Iida seem to think that a party is just what they need as a great stress reliever and time to spend with each other like some sort of pseudo-family. She thinks it's the right word for their class.
But now that it seems like more and more of her friends were more or less finding their ideal partner, means that she was going to have to spend lesser time with them. Just thinking that way, scares Jiro to her core and she knows that she's selfish for even thinking about not wanting her friends to find happiness in someone, but she just wishes that they would turn into adults a little slower.
She didn't want to have to think of the future and all that, she wanted to just think about the present and live it to the fullest, not spending time getting lovey-dovey with your soulmate.
I'm such a bad friend.
Then her thoughts strayed a little bit into a topic something she didn't really like…
I wonder who my soulmate would be…
The second that thought appeared on her head, she immediately slammed the cusion on her face and thrashed on the couch. She immediately tried to rid the thoughts out of her head, but the effort only seemed to make her think about it in more detail. The more she looked into this the more she became frustrated and she kept on thrashing on the couch while pressing her face and screamed into the cusion.
What am I doing?
She was thrashing around because she suddenly thought about what kind of person her soulmate would be, like some schoolgirl desperate for attention.
She was not that kind of girl.
Or maybe…
Her sights slowly turned down, and was immediately hit with a disappointing sight—at least in her opinion. Almost nothing was blocking her view, not a single bump in her clothing that blocked the view of her legs. Just a straight road down to her feet.
She unconsciously found herself twirling one of her jacks again, she mostly does this whenever she was embarrassed or just plainly insecure about something.
And her body was probably her biggest insecurity of all.
She kept her eyes down to her chest, and slowly she found her hands moving to touch her shirt, hoping that there would be at least something squishy in there. As soon as her fingers pressed on the cloth, she was hit with a bit of relief, there was at least something in there, just not as big as she thought it would. She wondered if it had been the padding from the bra, then she remembered she doesn't use one, only the sports kind, so in a way it kind of brought her a bit of comfort, but that didn't stop her from looking down on herself.
…Am I…
…Unattractive…?
"K-Kyoka-chan?"
She immediately whipped her head to look at the confused and flustered gaze Yaoyorozu was giving her. Yaoyorozu had the newspaper—that said something about the Fireworks Festival next month—away from her face so she could directly look at what her rocker friend was doing, only to be hit with the sight of Kyoka Jiro groping herself, while looking like she just ran over a dog. Jiro looked around her to not only find her friend staring at her, but also Denki Kaminari himself, sitting on the opposite couch, looking at her like she lost her mind, while the soda he was sipping was spilling from his mouth.
In the span of a couple of seconds, Jiro immediately blushed into a deep red and slammed her hands on her lap, and gave Kaminari a low growl—which got him to turn away and found the soda stain on his shirt and pants. After that, Jiro immediately felt herself curl into a ball on the couch—slamming her head on her arms— wanting to make herself smaller and disappear from the world. She couldn't have picked a worse place to do that.
What am I doing?
She could only ponder as she continued to bury her head in her arms.
"Kyoka-chan, are you okay?" Her ears picked up on the motherly voice of her friend on the opposite couch.
Jiro could only respond with a low and slow groan, as she slowly dropped to her side on the couch—still curled up in a ball—and turned her away from Yaoyorozu. She could barely face anyone else, after that. She just wants to die on the spot. She heard shuffling and newspaper folding on the opposite couch, and slow steps just behind the couch Jiro was on, immediately after she heard Yaoyorozu's voice, the steps stopped.
"Todoroki-kun, are you going somewhere?" She heard Yaoyorozu say, with curiosity and concern in her voice.
Not wanting to face either of the two—because of embarassment— Kyoka had no choice but to just listen in on the conversation. Knowing full well that it's rude to eavesdrop, but it's not like she had a choice, especially with her sensitive hearing and all that.
"Just going to visit Toya."
Kyoka's ears instantly perked up the second she heard the name of the eldest child of the Todoroki household, and Jiro didn't need to have super hearing to know that Yaoyorozu almost immediately stood up once the name was heard.
"Wait, Todoroki-kun!" Yaoyorozu exclaimed in with an excessive tone of concern in her voice. "I-I'll come with you!"
She can hear the heterochromatic teen shuffle his feet as he almost stiffen in surprise to Yaoyorozu's unusual concern, he started to retort. "Y-you don't have to—!"
But the vice president of Class 2-A was not getting a no for an answer. "Just wait for me here!"
That was the last thing Jiro heard her friend say before she scrambled up the stairs for a change of clothes, hearing a sigh from Todoroki a few seconds after and a soft sound of someone plopping themselves on the couch—probably Todoroki. It was a wise decision on his part, since Yaoyorozu was using her "Do as I say or I won't forgive you" tone in her voice, much to Jiro's chagrin she has not moved an inch since she was caught so all she could do was keep her back turned to the heterochromatic teen.
Her thoughts were brought back on the Todoroki Household's eldest child: Toya Todoroki.
No one could have been prepared to know that the eldest child of the Todoroki Household, was alive and well and has been living the life of villainy in the alias known as…
Dabi.
Out of all the people to discover this revelation it had to be the Todoroki family to have been affected the most. To believe your whole life that someone a part of your family to have been dead, only to know 10 years later that this person himself has been alive all along. Considering the past rumors concerning about the patriarch of the Todoroki family, it didn't really come as a surprise that someone from this family would find a way to rebel against him. Nobody just didn't really expect it to be this way.
Jiro could still remember it like it had just happened yesterday…
She can feel her hand shaking.
She tried to keep it still, only for her to realize that not only was her hand shaking…
But also her whole body.
She found herself clutching both of her shoulders, to the point where her knuckles turned white and her nails left a mark on her skin…
She bit her lip and yet that didn't help one bit…
Even if the villain was locked up in Tartarus, just thinking about the way his face scrunched up and smiled upon the heroes' demise was nothing short of petrifying to her.
She was scared.
Terrified.
For some reason she thought she couldn't face her heterochromatic classmate behind her, because of her initial embarrassment…
But now, she realized that that wasn't the case…
She feels so shameful to even face the boy behind her…
She was so ashamed of herself…
If it wasn't for her…
Then maybe…
Just maybe…
Endeavor wouldn't be—
"Jiro-san."
As soon as she heard Todoroki's calm and cool voice speak out to her, Jiro's own body visibly flinched in shock then froze, she didn't like not being in control of her body but she was at least grateful that her shaking seemed to stop. But now, she just seemed still, curled up into a ball wanting to make herself as inhumanly small as possible. Not wanting to catch the heterochromatic teen's attention…
Because Jiro knows, that Todoroki blames her.
"Jiro-san, look at me."
The way that the heterochromatic teen phrased his sentence made the girl, in front of him, stiffen more. To her it sounded more like a command rather than a request, but the way she heard his tone, made it seem like he wasn't mad at her at all, rather it seemed like he was begging her.
Sucking up whatever fear she had swirling inside her head, she bit her lip and sat up and turned to look at the boy behind her—albeit reluctantly. The second her eyes laid on him, she immediately dropped her line of sight to the ground, feeling way more ashamed than she was before she turned to face him.
For the next few seconds, both parties had not said a single word as the awkwardness in the silence slowly became more and more unbearable for the two of them. Jiro would find herself sneaking a few glances up to Todoroki and immediately breaking it when he would also glance up to her. Once an audible sigh was heard from the boy, Jiro took the time to instantly brace herself for what he has to say to her and she was silently hoping it wouldn't go in the direction she was thinking of.
"Were you scared?"
Jiro's breath hitched in her throat, as she was bombarded with flashbacks that were concerning her near death experience with Todoroki's brother, Dabi. She instantly remembered how painful it was, getting her body crushed by falling debris, how much it hurt to move an inch of her finger, how she saw Endeavor fought his own son whilst trying to protect her from the flames, how much she berated herself for being helpless…
And most of all…
She remembered how Endeavor was devoured by Dabi's blue flames, how much the hero writhed in agony as his own skin slowly burned and started to flake off of his body, how his hair was completely turned to ash, and how happy his own son looked while he screamed to the extent of his lungs.
She can still feel the hair in her back standing up as if Dabi was still looking at her, with that ecstatic smile plastered on his face—it was as if nothing could have made him sad anymore—how much she dreaded her own body for not letting her pass out, how she couldn't speak, as she just stared at his open palm, ready to use his flames to turn her own face to ash…
She could see everything that had happened in her life, and she thought…
This is it.
She was about to die.
Until a pillar of ice sprouted from the ground pushing the villain away from her, and at the same time removed the rubble crushing her body.
She could still remember as she stared at Todoroki's back, before being carried away and finally allowing her own body a slight relief as she closed her eyes…
Once she opened them, she was immediately hit with the bright light of the hospital's ceiling.
It didn't take long for her to find the patriarch of the Todoroki family, lying on another hospital bed, barely clinging on to life as his body was riddled with patches of third-degree burns and an even worse burn on his right arm, he had all these tubes and machineries attached to his body, keeping him within an inch of his life.
Worst of all, she found his wife crying just by his bedside.
She watched as Endeavor's wife cried out and screamed for his name. His real name.
She was hopeless.
She realized that her body continued to shake as she remembered all of these horrifying memories, how she feels like she could just burst in tears…
Was she scared?
She was terrified.
"…I'm sorry…"
Her voice was so small and shaky, it was as if she was barely speaking louder than a whisper.
Fortunately, Todoroki was able to pick up on the barely-audible apology of the girl, and his face quickly contorted to that of confusion.
"For what?"
She could only look baffled as she raised her head to stare at Todoroki so incredulously. As much as she wanted him to say those words, it still didn't make sense even when she had heard it from her own two ears.
"Jiro-san." He called out to her attention once more. "What are you 'sorry' for?"
It didn't seem real, but by the confused look on Todoroki's face, she realized that he genuinely had no idea what she was saying at all. She had started to question her assumptions, whether the boy in front of her truly blamed her, for what happened to his father, or not.
"W-what do you—?" The purple-haired girl stuttered. "Y-you don't…"
For a moment, she could feel her own voice hitching in her throat, stopping her from continuing the sentence. In truth, she was scared to assume that Todoroki didn't blame her for anything and yet she knew that she can never be sure unless she asks. Taking a sharp breath, she braced herself.
"…Y-you don't…" She pushed her voice to come out of her mouth. "…b-blame me…?"
"Blame you for what?" Todoroki had asked her with the same amount of confusion and innocent-like tone in his voice.
"For what happened to your dad!" Jiro had not meant to say that in an irritated tone nor did she intend for it to be so loud—having had the luck of not having a single head of her classmate turn to the two of them, because of her outburst. "…Sorry." She apologized the second her statement died down.
"I don't." Todoroki answered directly. Jiro had at least expected him to give her a direct answer, just not this answer.
"What do you mean, 'you don't'?!" Again, she didn't really intend to raise her voice at him and miraculously enough no one had decided to turn their heads at them—that or they just decided to leave them alone, for now.
"I mean, I don't blame you for what happened to my father." Todoroki stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
Jiro had started to stutter, as if trying to comprehend as to why the boy didn't even have a hint of anger towards her. She thought that maybe Todoroki found it hard to feel remorse for someone that had done nothing but made your life a living hell. She should know of course.
"How can I even blame you, Jiro-san? You've done nothing wrong." Todoroki tried making his voice a bit softer as to try and ease it in the girl's system.
"B-but—"
"Jiro-san, what my father did was his own choice." Todoroki's two-colored eyes turned soft, as if reminiscing a pleasant memory. "He did what any hero would've done. He had put people before himself."
With that sentence, Jiro suddenly felt uncomfortable and she started to ask questions that she didn't like. But most have been centered in this:
What is a hero?
She bit her lip.
Her hands shook.
A chill ran up her spine.
And doubts swirled inside her head.
"Wouldn't it have been better if I hadn't been there at all?"
"Jiro-san…"
At this, Todoroki's eyes widen in realization, he had deduced that the girl was probably not even aware of this fact.
"Are you… doubting yourself?"
With that said, everything seemed to stop for Jiro as so many memories she had accumulated in the years she had lived had started to bombard her mind.
When she reached out when her own mother was slapped across the face by her former father and how she failed to stop her from crying…
When her former father and Sakana had fought on the curb for her future and how she failed to stop them…
When she tried to perform music for the cultural festival in middle school and how she failed to even get on the stage…
When she had took the exam in U.A. and how she barely squeezed through with her points…
When they had took Aizawa's test and she had managed to perform worse than the average of her class…
When the Villains had attacked U.S.J. and how she couldn't do anything at all to help out Kaminari or Yaoyorozu…
When the Second Round of the Sports Festival had finished and how she couldn't even finish in the Top 20…
When she and Death Arms were in the middle of her internship and how she could barely finish a morning jog…
At the Forest Training Camp, all she could do was pass out…
She couldn't save Sakana from the villain that took his life…
She had gotten in the way of Endeavor's fight, which caused him to be in a coma…
She couldn't even stop Midoriya from doing something he would soon regret…
She was…
I'm…
She was…
I'm…
KYOKA-SAN!
She was knocked out of her stupor by a sudden heaviness pushing itself onto Jiro's middle section, making her back sink into the couch's cusions. She looked down only to find, a kid pushing their head onto her stomach, to which Jiro immediately figured out who, due to the long platinum white locks the child had.
Immediately after the child had lifted their head to meet Jiro, she immediately saw the bright red colored orbs that the young girl had for irises, the slight bump on the right side of the said girl's forehead showed the dull, little horn protruding and blending perfectly with the skin.
But most of all, the girl had flashed Jiro with such a bright smile, that she had completely forgotten what her thoughts had been prior to when the girl had arrived.
"It is so nice to see you again!"
All of her troubles…
Gone in a flash.
All she could do was return the child's smile and tight hold on her torso, as she pressed her cheek onto the girl's, making both of them giggle.
"Nice to see you too, Eri-chan."
"Eri—!"
Came the voice of Eri's foster parent.
"Seriously, that kid never learns how to listen."
She immediately recognized the apathetic voice coming from the doorway, it was her old sensei and Eri's foster father.
"Sensei!" Hagakure exclaimed a bit too loudly at the man, causing him to wince a bit.
Who else was she supposed to expect other than Eraserhead, himself? She gave her sensei a bright smile, just like his daughter's which only got them an annoyed groan from him, as he tried to remove his shoes with one hand and tried to not get bombarded with some of his former students forming a wall around him and giving him so many bright smiles that almost makes him want to throw up his breakfast.
Kyoka immediately saw the change in appearance her old teacher had, first was that he wasn't wearing his usual gray scarf—probably because he was temporarily on leave, due to his injury—speaking of, she saw that his right arm was covered in a plastered cast and slung on his shoulder, the next was the newly-shaven face and the oddly less unkempt hair he had, which weirded Jiro out more than she realized.
And then there were the scars…
Considering that either Midoriya or Recovery Girl had been the ones to heal almost every hero on the verge of death—Aizawa included—once they had put a stop to the revolution, it made sense that there was almost no trace of the battle were left to be seen. Probably the most noticeable scar was the one that was still under his eye, the one cut on his eyebrow, and the one that went across the bridge of his nose—courtesy of Himiko Toga.
Other than that he seemed to be the same sensei that Class 2-A had on their first year on campus.
It didn't take long for Jirou to realize that the moment she took to observe some of her former sensei's new features, he had found himself beside the sofa she and his foster daughter were residing on. He had a bit of a stern look on his face—Jiro found it hard to know if that was his normal or if he's actually angry—but it seemed to be directed at the girl hugging her delicate middle section, and it seems like Eri knew the message her father was giving because her face had contorted into a small pout and she let out a small grumble, even if the girl was angry Jiro couldn't help but smile to Eri's cuteness.
'This girl is way too young to be rebelling against her father.' Jiro thought in a jokingly manner.
"I told you not to run like that. You could've tripped." Aizawa had said to Eri the same way he had said to her a thousand times prior.
"Don't you trust me?" Eri had asked her father in a really innocent-like manner, which almost made Jiro either glare at her sensei—which she was not inclined to do—or just coo at how innocent the girl was being, although she could hear Hagakure silently doing the latter.
Once Jiro had a glance at Eri, she immediately saw that the girl was giving her father the kind of look that will make it hard for anyone to even consider to retort her. Jiro had looked at her former sensei and she could immediately see the man having an internal struggle with himself, and she swore that she even saw a sweat drop from his forehead, but in a few seconds he just gulped and gave his daughter a soft gaze and a pat to her head, making Jiro giggle at Eri's success. She imagines this is how most of their arguments would go.
"Just trying to look out for you, kiddo." Aizawa's voice was weirdly soft, comforting, and even worried. Eri held the hand Aizawa was using to pat her head.
'This girl's dangerous.' Jiro thought about the sudden change of demeanor her former sensei had just displayed.
"But you'll save me if I do fall, right?" Eri was smiling so wide at her father and the way she was sparkling was practically almost visible.
For a second, Jiro thought that she saw her old sensei's eyes soften and his face almost contorted into a smile, only for the man to suddenly turn his head away and clear his throat. Turning back to the two girls he had his nonchalant face back and his rather dull eyes looked back at his daughter and gave her a small smile.
"Of course I would."
Eri might as well have a flashlight shining right behind her, after her father's answer, because the child was practically gleaming. If Aizawa was just as giddy as Jiro felt, he didn't show it as he took his line of sight elsewhere once his daughter has given him another cheek-breaking smile—again, Jiro just can't help but smile at the adorable father and daughter display in front of her.
But that smile soon faded as she saw the room fade into darkness and so did the father and daughter. In Eri's place was a girl with a rather frail built and purple hair, and in Aizawa's place was a man with a similarly dark colored hair, the length had grown until it covered the back of his neck and ended just below his shoulders, his hair was disheveled—even more than Aizawa's—and the fringes had covered most of the details of his face.
But Jiro didn't need to see to know that the man before her was scowling underneath, as he just watches the frail girl stand on all fours as she continues to retch and regurgitate the few remains of scraps that the girl has eaten, leaving nothing but a puddle of tears, half-digested patches of rice—some were just the grains—mucus and bile. As the girl continued to shudder and arc her neck forward in case more would come out of her churning stomach, but she knew that there couldn't be anything more than bile that would find their way out of her throat, the man planted a foot on the back of the girl's head and pushed her face straight into the puddle of the girl's breakfast, lunch and yesterday's dinner, the girl thrashed and tried not to get herself drowned in her own liquids, but the more she writhed the more the man just seemed to push her face into it.
Jiro wanted nothing more than to use her quirk and stab that man's two eyeballs and hear it squelch as she slowly twist her jacks deeper as he writhes until his eyes either pop like a bubble and blood and other strange liquid stored in there bathed her elongated earlobes or forcefully remove them from their sockets, both of his eyes dangling by a nerve and watch as he runs around like a decapitated chicken, or maybe use her jacks to penetrate the man's ears and stab it straight into his brain as he projects the sound of her heartbeat straight into the pink organ, making sure to up the volume until the organ melts around her jack, as the man's eyes roll the back of his head and his mouth screams as blood exits from his ears and eyes as his throat tries desperately to make a sound as his own blood chokes him.
Jiro wanted nothing more than to make him suffer ten-fold.
But as the man laughed at the girl, she could feel her own stomach churning and her throat hitching, as if she were to spit out her own liquefied meal straight from her mouth. She looked at the man and found herself own body shaking—even worse than it did when she was nearing death by Dabi's hands—her own heart beating against her chest and going at a pace of a thousand beats per minute.
She covered her ears, his laughter was still audible…
I want to tear my ears off!
This man…
Her biological father…
Was worse than a villain…
She didn't want to see this anymore, she wanted these flashbacks to end as quickly as they came. So she would forever be grateful to her sensei once he had snapped her out of her trance, preventing her from becoming an even more danger to herself.
"Have any of you seen Midoriya?"
But she wasn't sure if she needed to be reminded of him right now.
It had then occurred to her as to why her former sensei and his daughter were here in this dorm now.
This was a day where the green-haired boy would accompany the white-haired girl all over town and do all sorts of stuff, sometimes accompanied by Kota and his cousin, Shino Sosaki—also known as the Hero, Mandalay—although in recent months the two guardians had decided to try and synch their schedule so once Sosaki was given a break, they could bring Kota and Eri to take the trip with Midoriya together. Jiro had noticed how they would visit at least once a month for Eri and Kota to be able to spend some time with Midoriya since Togata and the other third years had graduated.
A chance for Eri and Kota to be able to spend time with their hero.
It made Jiro's chest tighten as she imagined the sight of the two kids once they saw the state of their hero now.
They'd be devastated.
Jiro couldn't afford the two children to lose any more of their childhood innocence.
God knows that the two of them had been through enough.
So it was only natural to expect her to say the truth to her sensei, hopefully convincing them to skip their trip just this once.
"He's still asleep." Jiro had said that in a smile, but deep down she was just as disappointed as Eri and her father were. It wasn't technically a lie, the boy had done nothing but lie himself in his own bed in the recent days, not moving from his place for the whole day—so Jiro had no choice but to feed him herself—she would usually find him sleeping or just staring a thousand miles ahead. It wasn't a pretty sight.
Aizawa let out an exasperated sigh and put his palm on his forehead. "Again? Geez, I told the kid to stop overworking himself."
It took a moment for Jiro to realize what her sensei had been talking about, it was then that she took the time to hit and berate herself on the inside for overlooking the detail that sometimes occurs whenever the two visit.
And it was that Midoriya would sometime still be asleep once Eri and Aizawa had come to the dorm, which led to Aizawa either scolding him or just giving him a disappointing look, once Midoriya had rushed to take a shower and put on his clothes. It had always been the same reason, and it was because Midoriya had trained himself way too hard the night before and had to compensate with sleeping in.
Only this time, that wasn't the case.
Jiro figured that it was easy to just say that the green-haired boy had to call in a sick day and hopefully that would be a good enough excuse.
But before she could even get a word out, she could see the look in Eri's eyes how they had looked so worried, like they desperately didn't want Midoriya to skip their monthly trips. It was then that Jiro remembered that if the green-haired boy skipped their trip today…
Then it would be the first time that Midoriya had to leave Eri hanging and waiting for another month for Mandalay to get another break so she can bring Kota with. The two had become considerably close that Eri wouldn't want to spend another trip with Midoriya without Kota. Jiro found herself biting her lip, no matter what she does she'll end up disappointing both children, but if they saw Midoriya now that would ruin their image of how much of a hero he is to them and Jiro wouldn't do that to them…
"Is Izuku-san okay?"
Eri had been the one to ask that question.
As Jiro looked into her red eyes she expected them to be filled with sadness or disappointment, she ended being half right…
Eri's eyes were also had something in them…
Worry and oddly enough…
Determination…
An idea had sprouted from Jiro's subconscious...
It was stupid, and in no way shape or form should she even think of executing this kind of plan…
But if there was even a chance that she could pull it off…
Then maybe, just maybe…
This wouldn't end up being a disappointing trip.
Please don't make me regret this…
"Yeah, he's okay, Eri-chan." Jiro had given Eri her brightest smile and a pat on the head to which the white-haired girl giggled to, she then turned her attention to her sensei. "I'll go wake him up, sensei."
"Yeah, sure." Jiro had been thankful that her sensei seemed to always be apathetic and aloof.
She had stood up from the couch, with a slight huff, and had started making her way up the stairs, silently hoping that she can actually pull it off.
I can't believe that I'm counting on these two children.
2nd Floor. Boy's Side of The Dorm.
Jiro had made her way up to the second floor, on the way she had met up with a rushing Yaoyorozu with her hair down and dressed up in a turtleneck, white skirt and heels, having little to no time to bid her best friend a farewell. Seeing as how her friend was taking the trip with Todoroki so seriously she couldn't help but think about the girls who were likely dating with someone or are in the progress of having a relationship.
She knew she should stop and yet her thoughts keep bringing her to that territory.
So far, all she could think of were Uraraka, who was with Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, she would bet with Todoroki, and Ashido, which is probably with Kirishima.
3 out of 6.
That was already half.
And considering her other classmates it's very likely that they would be able to get into a relationship well before she could.
Which, she won't lie, made her think of her insecurities once more.
But then she shook her head to take those thoughts away from her head, it wasn't any of her business and it wasn't why she came up to Midoriya's door in the first place.
Seriously, why am I even thinking about it that much?!
So giving herself a hard and audible slap in both sides of her face, frustrated at how she was acting, and with steeled resolve, she unknowingly stopped her hand from shaking and had felt the cold feeling of the round doorknob spreading from her palm all the way to her arm.
Not that she was going to let that stop her.
If that won't, then what will?
Well that is the question, isn't it?
Truth be told, the voice inside Jiro's subconscious was less of a whisper and now more of a bellow of desperation with a clear goal to make her stop or at least hesitate.
For a moment, it almost did.
It kept on screaming at her to stop, giving her so many sound reasons as to why she should just turn a blind eye and fight for another day.
It kept on yelling not to wake the sleeping beast that resides after the door.
And yet she has done nothing but ignore the sounds…
I want Izuku Midoriya to wake up…
To be continued…
A/n: Damn, a lot has happened and 2020 is ending after all the bs and other stuff and the disasters… eesh…
2021 would either be heaven brought to Earth or the cause of our destruction…
Keep Safe Everyone!
And remember, No way in hell I'm giving up on this book!
Thank You All, For Being Patient With Me!
P.S. Since I haven't announced much from the previous chapter about my plan on changing to the Mature Category I'm sure a lot of people didn't get to read this chapter so be sure to change the filter to All Ratings because it's gonna be in the Mature category next time. Big oof on my part