"About the hero work studies that are like a more serious version of the internships, where you got to where pro heroes work and help them..." Yuko leaned forward, eager to here what the pros decided, hoping they agreed.
"We talked about them at our faculty meeting yesterday, and almost all the teachers, including the principal, thought you shouldn't do them." A frown crossed the girl's face, she deflating in her seat, her head laying on the desk in disappointment.
"What?!"
"After we had a big meeting about it?" Eijiro frowned.
"But thinking about why we ended up in the dorms, I guess it makes sense..." Denki was the one to speak logically, as he played with Mashirao's tail.
Yuko looked back at Katsuki as he shot from his seat, slamming his hands on his desk, "serves you right!"
"Shut up." Yuko huffed, sitting up and glaring back at the blond, who was looking forward with a weird face. "You're just upset cause you won't be able to participate. Well that's your fault, not ours."
"Huh?!" Katsuki growled at her, only to be interrupted by Aizawa.
"But some think we won't be able to raise strong heroes with our current policies, so we came to the decision that first years will only be allowed to go to agencies with a good track record of accepting work study students."
A smirk-like grin formed on Yuko's lips, looking back at an annoyed Katsuki. The blond slowly curled into himself, before shooting up and letting out a yell.
Yuko laughed and cheered, she was going to enjoy messing with the spiky blond even more.
"Too bad hedgehog. Too bad." Yuko taunted.
"Shut up!" Katsuki bit back, Yuko going unaffected as she faced forward.
"Nope." She simpered, popping the 'p' in the word.
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Yuko hummed to herself as she made her way out of the elevator, finding Denki, Minoru, Eijiro, and Fumikage downstairs. She smiled as she approached them, Denki and Minoru boredly scrubbing at their teeth.
"Hey guys!" The girl called, earning a grin from Eijiro who called a greeting back to her. Minoru and Denki waved, giving a muffled greeting, as Fumikage nodded at her.
"You going somewhere?" The red head questioned, noticing her outfit.
Yuko nodded with a grin, stopping in front of the four. "Yeah, I was thinking I'd go on a flight with Night. Maybe even pay a visit to my dad." She explained excitedly, waving her hands around as she talked.
Denki hummed, "you're using the day off wisely." He muffled, the girl nodding.
She began to back away, waving, "well, I'm gonna head out! See ya!" She turned, so she didn't trip, hearing the others call their goodbyes back to her.
She skipped down the steps of the 1-A dorms, finding Night waiting for her. Her grin never left her face as she approached him. "All right bud! Let's go!"
The beast looked down at her, his own grin on his face, his teeth flashing as his mouth pulled back, trying to copy her. Yuko laughed, though most would find it scary, she found it adorable and hilarious.
Night leaned down, letting the girl on. Once situated, Night stood, he walked farther from the building, spreading his large wings, he slowly began to beat them, lifting off the ground.
Once in the air, Yuko gave a pat to the dragon's back, giving him the 'okay'.
As they flew, Yuko couldn't help the serene smile that formed over her lips, replacing her once excited grin.
It had been a while since she and Night were given a chance to fly, they were barely given the chance to see each other, only being around training, or when she was dropping off his food.
She forgot how peaceful it was above, she forgot what it felt like flying. Just allowing the winds to beat against her skin, and throw her hair back.
She forgot how beautiful it looked above the clouds, compared to the usual sight of the loud and careless city below.
Where the birds flew, where the sun was better seen, where the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets were.
Where it felt like you could forget your problems, even for a little.
She forgot how comforting it was.
Closing her eyes, she breathed a deep sigh as Night smoothly glided. Her black hair, decorated with red stripes flew behind her, most likely giving her tangles. Her clothes ruffling as the winds grew, though, she didn't care.
Her crimson eyes opened, as something wet and cold slid down her cheek. She brought her fingers to her cheeks, bringing it back as she realized she was crying.
The winds dried her tears, only for more to take their place. Her eyebrows furrowed, before a low rumble causes her to look up.
Night stared back at his rider in concern, emitting a low whine-like grumble. Yuko smiled, giving a small laugh as she shook her head. "I really have no idea why I'm crying, bud."
It was the truth, but at the same time, a lie. She assumed it had something to do with the stress she was under. With the recent exam, and the constant practice for their ultimate moves, it made sense.
However, she knew that wasn't the only reason.
A shaky breath passed her lips as she looked back at Night, giving her best smile.
"I'm sorry miss. But he hasn't been getting any better. If he doesn't receive treatment soon, I don't think he'll pull through."
Those words ran through her head like a broken record.
She had recently called the hospital, wanting to know her father's condition. She was sadly given the news that recovery wasn't going well, as his condition only grew worse. She was told if he didn't receive needed treatment soon, she may never see him again.
She knew this too, she had a feeling. But sadly, she had little-to-no money in her bank account. Her job she had quit after moving into the dorms wasn't enough. That's why she wanted to become a hero, why she was working so hard. She wanted to get enough money for her father's treatment. She only hoped that'd he pull through long enough for her to make it there, but sadly, that wasn't the case.
Yuko's chest tightened as the tears fell faster and heavier, despite the winds. A sob soon escaped her as the words repeated. Over and over and over.
Night stayed silent as he continued to fly. He knew, after the many years they've been put through, that all she need was silence and his presence.
Yuko sobbed as she clenched at her shirt, her eyes screwed shut as Night calmly glided, allowing her to let go.
"I'm sorry, pa. I'm trying. I really am." She croaked out through the tears, "just hang on, a little longer. That's all I ask. Oh gods, just a little longer..."
Her throat felt tight as she looked up with teary eyes, she breathed heavily as she she pulled at her shirt.
Her teethed gritted, before shutting her eyes tightly as she screamed.
Letting out everything she held, letting out the hidden sadness and anger, letting out the one thing she hated most.
Fear.