Consequences.
Over the next few days you avoided Aizawa until you thought you could face him. It helped that he wasn't the the type to seek you out either. One morning All Might suggested that you scope out Aizawa's class and learn more about his teaching style. He was hoping you would see his good points, or at least the both of you would stop being stupid and talk to each other.
Currently your face was pressed in the corner of a glass window. You tried to see what was happening, but it was only the students being rowdy. You couldn't find him at all.
"Where is he?" You snuck from window to window trying to get a better look, but nothing was working. What did happen was the class noticed you. The door sprung open and a stern boy started knife-handing wildly in your direction.
"Excuse me! How can I, class president of 1A, help you?" The students peeked out at you in curiosity. You heard some rustling behind the teacher's desk so you made your way over to check it out.
"Iida, no interrup-" You locked eyes with a zipped up, bonafide caterpillar man.
"OH." It was a sight you didn't think you would see again.
"This is too much." It was commendable that you lasted a few seconds before exploding into laughter. Tears were coming to your eyes you were laughing so hard. Any of the resentment you felt toward him was erased. There were whispers from his students as he promptly stood up with more energy they had ever seen from him. He forced you out of class, threatening you under his breath. The door slammed shut behind him. You could see his students spying from inside with great interest.
"You were that woman from the first day of school. Are you stalking me?" You guess he had never recognized you.
"What? No!" you tried to stay calm, but you were still snickering between words.
"That was a coincidence." You didn't mention how you tried to catch glimpses of him every day after. "Toshinori suggested-"
"I should have known that man would butt in." He turned back to the classroom and you felt your heart sink. Everything was going badly again. He stopped for a moment and sighed.
"The next time the class has a practical, I'll arrange it so you can observe. Discreetly." He opened the door to go back inside.
"And stop listening to that guy. He's an idiot." Another loud SLAM. He was gruff, but he had actually accommodated you.
"He's not so bad after all." You sped off quickly to avoid the glare he was giving you from inside.
xXx
"Sensei, who was that lady?" Jirou held up her ear jacks with pride. "I heard something about another man!"
"I've never seen him so surprised" Tsuyu had popped up with her own observation.
"She laughed at him!" Aizawa was getting annoyed.
"If you think you don't need to worry about the sports festival, then I'll make it so anyone who doesn't reach the top 40 gets remedial work until you graduate."
xXx
You were back in a training session again after two days of practicing on your own.
"Go ahead and use your quirk." This time Toshi had shown up on time, promising to support you as long as he was able to. Aizawa Shouta – whose alias you learned was Eraserhead – was about to use his power on you for the first time. You stepped up to face him, planning to [eject] him a few feet backward. Your eyes were shut tight out of nervousness. If it didn't work, you weren't sure you were confident enough to stay at UA. But to your surprise, nothing happened. Your eyes opened slowly, breath catching when you finally looked at him. His hair and clothing were gently floating, and his normally black eyes were glowing a surprising shade of red. Even half hidden under his injuries, the sight was striking. He looked like a hero.
"It worked." you managed to say. Aizawa rubbed his eyes and returned to normal.
"Of course it worked." His tone made you regret thinking he was cool.
"All Might here will be your sparring partner. Feel free to try and kill him." You smirked at his nonchalant attitude about murdering the world's greatest hero. With newfound confidence in Aizawa's power you turned to Toshinori.
"How... EXCITING!" With that he powered up. You were ready to show off your improvement, but you were really hoping to get past your fear as well – plus ultra style. Shifting your weight on the left foot you brought out your first [eject]. It sped you toward All Might, and you attempted to throw him back with a punch. He dodged easily and countered with his own attack.
"Ah, block... BLOCK." Your hands flew up to [eject] the punch just enough to deflect it and run. With the next jump you couldn't land properly and stumbled opposite of where he was. You could hear his iconic laughter. You get up and start to move again, getting into a game of cat and mouse. Every time you hit a surface – a wall, the ground, the various containers that lay in the area – you change directions. You had gotten pretty fast, but All Might was impossibly fast. He met you at every turn.
"I can't get away?"
"HAHAHA, _ _ my friend, if you keep running, I'll just... ATTACK!" You jumped straight up into the air with a strong [eject] to avoid him, but with nothing to deflect off of you were open to his next move. In desperation you closed your eyes and let out a pulse of power from your body. It was enough to keep him at bay, but you fell to the ground with a thud, forgetting to break your fall. By this time you were breathing hard. You could feel the limit approaching, but now you were dizzy with thoughts of winning.
"Push through." All Might went on the offensive again, but all the stress had amplified your quirk. [Eject]. This time you stopped him and tried to grab his arm; hoping to fling him away from you. He didn't budge.
"Wah. He's too heavy." If only you had more strength. He took the opportunity to pull you in with his captured arm and tackle you. Your body crashed against his and headed for the ground. Everything moved in slow motion. Gritting your teeth you fueled your final move with everything you had. The crushing weight disappeared as he was thrown half a foot back.
"Amazing!" He called, and got ready for your next attempt. But you were shaking.
"Shit."
A pulse left your body and All might was forced back two more feet. All the odds and ends you had been fighting around got blown away in an instant.
"It hurts." The pain was small, but it seemed to radiate from everywhere. You desperately searched for Aizawa. He had narrowly avoided the junk your quirk had thrown out, acting quickly as he could. Steadying himself against the pressure he spotted you and unleashed his power.
Everything stopped and the men ran toward you. Toshinori spitting up blood when he saw how crumpled you looked. You tried to tell them you were alright, but they weren't listening.
xXx
Recovery Girl went over your vitals.
"Ms. _ _, what is your medical history?"
"Nothing really. My family is pretty healthy." She shook her head in concern. You could hear her murmur, "First young Midoriya, and now this."
She continued speaking to the boys in hushed tones. Toshinori came to the bedside of where you were resting.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Is something wrong?" You looked at all three of the them in confusion.
"Your organs were showing signs of rejection" The tiny lady offered you some candy. "It's a common problem for transplant patients." There was an awkward silence.
"Wait, you think my quirk did this?"
Aizawa spoke up. "The overexertion did. We don't know if your body isn't used to it, or you were never immune... but you can't do that again."
"Well, you are fixed up for now. Don't be reckless next time." Recovery Girl shooed all three of you from the office.
"As long as you stay away from overloading, this won't be a problem." Toshinori tried his best to make sense of the situation, but to you it was a huge problem.
Your quirk was a liability again.
Writing out a fight was interesting.
Really happy that many of you are still reading the story. Thanks to users Bubin and Shadow for the kind words.
I sort of went overboard and now I have a bunch of chapters almost ready. I've been trying to space out the chapters, but here we are.
