"Hamaguchi, Yamada and Takeda, get your things and go to the principal's office. You can do the paperwork there. The rest of you can go back to class. You have ten minutes."
Sasaki turned to go. She didn't want to change again with the others. They had looked at her strangely because of her scars. If one of them asked she'd have to lie again. The more lies she told the easier it would be to get caught up in them and expose herself as a liar and spy.
"Except you, Sasaki. I want to talk to you."
A murmur went through the class. Smirks and whispers were directed at her. Sasaki ignored them. Inside she was panicking. There was no way Mr. Aizawa had already gotten onto her. He was a hero! Heroes weren't smart.
While the rest of the class awkwardly shuffled to the changing rooms Sasaki stood at attention. Mr. Aizawa wasn't Mori but it couldn't hurt to at least pretend to respect him. Not that she ever would.
"I know that you're hurt, Sasaki. I can see that you are limbing. You are supposed to tell me when you're hurt. Keeping it hidden is dangerous. Untreated injuries make you a liability in the field."
Sasaki frowned. She wasn't hurt badly. In fact she wasn't even bleeding. Her ankle was sprained but she could still walk on it. Why would she waste ressources for something like that?
She also wasn't attempting to hide her injury. If she had her teacher never would have noticed. Her colleagues didn't so a hero definitely wouldn't either. Had she been a more immature person she'd have been hurt by the suggestion.
"It's just a sprained ankle, sir. It will go away in a week or two."
Her teacher glared at her. He seemed angered by her answer. Sasaki was confused. In the mafia no one bothered to get such minor injuries treated. It made you look weak and it wasted time.
"A sprained ankle can cause you to stumble and fall. If that happens on patrol or during a fight you risk not only your own life but also that of your team and civilians. If you can't be trusted to report your injuries and get them healed you can't be a hero, Sasaki."
Sasaki's confusion grew. She understood the logic behind not wanting to be a hindrance to her colleagues but she could fight with a sprained ankle just as well as without. By that logic all her classmates couldn't be trusted with anything the way they fought. And her life wouldn't be in danger even if she wanted it to be. Besides she had never said she wouldn't treat it. She planned on bandaging it at home.
Her confusion must have been visible on her face because Mr. Aizawa's gaze softened slighlty.
"Just tell me next time when you're injured. You can go to Recovery Girl now. I will tell Ectoplasm that you will be late for math."
"Yes, sir," Sasaki answered and turned on her heel.
While she was walking away she could feel his gaze on her. The hair on Sasaki's neck stood on end. She didn't like the look in his eyes when she had turned. She couldn't help but feel like he knew something she didn't.