Surprisingly for it being morning, the parking lot still looked almost as empty as it had the previous evening.
Do all the teachers walk to school?
I was thankfully able to release myself from the seatbelt without assistance this time, saving myself further embarrassment.
"It's still a bit early for classes to start, but go ahead and head on in," Mic said, shutting his car door before leaning back against it and retrieving a phone from his jacket pocket, "I've got to send a couple messages before I head in, so I'll see you in English little listener."
I let out a small hum in understanding as I shut my car door, facing the school.
"Thank you, sensei!" I called out, smiling slightly as he gave me a grin back and another finger gun.
I winced in pain as I started towards the door, silently hoping I didn't appear to be limping as much as it felt like I was. It could have been a normal walk to me, but my paranoia wouldn't let me believe it completely. Every twitch of pain coming from the bottom of my foot made the walk into the school seem that much longer. I felt my stomach growl as I pushed open the large set of glass doors in front of me before stopping and letting a groan slip out. I had a hallway in front of me, to the left of me and to my right. And I had no idea which one to take.
Early to school my ass. I'm going to be hours late to class just trying to find it.
I swear I came from the left and down some stairs when I left the nurse's office yesterday, so maybe the right? I gave in and started down the hallway to my right, attempting to hide my limp as I went. The halls were completely empty as far as I could tell, thankfully. I sighed as I was faced with a large set of stairs, mentally pushing away the pain in my foot as I begrudgingly headed up them. Unsurprisingly they lead up to another long hallway that veered left at the end.
I'm going to have to be given a map at some point…
"Thank the good freakin' lord!" I let out a sigh of relief as I turned the corner, finding the sign for 1-A over the door at the end of the hall.
The walk to the door seemed much fast now that I could see my destination. The faster I hobbled, the more my stomach growled at me, reminding me that I didn't have anything to eat this morning. I silently told my stomach to shut up as I slid the door open to my homeroom. I paused momentarily as my eyes landed on my homeroom teacher, mentally cursing myself as I had completely forgotten that he would be here. He looked up slightly at me as I entered the room.
"Early for a third day in a row Hasanai?" He turned to look at me completely, paperwork on his desk forgotten.
"Yes sensei," I looked down at my feet, avoiding his gaze as the bank robbery situation replayed in my head, "Yamada sensei told me to come in."
"You're only thirty minutes early today so it's not as much of an issue," His voice remained monotone, "Hizashi does have a tendency to arrive to work early so it's only logical you are today as well."
"Hizashi?" I looked at him confused.
"Present Mic." His eyes never left me.
0hhhhhh.
Aizawa stood, walking towards me, his flat expression turning more into one of disappointment? Frustration? I couldn't tell what his expression truly was.
"You have a new bruise." His tone was matter of fact as he brushed my hair out of my face with his hand to get a better look at it, "How?"
I stared at him for far longer than I should have or meant to as my brain blanked. I don't know why I hadn't prepared for him to ask me this question. I mean he had given me the bruise. Any more silence and staring and it would definitely be considered suspicious.
"I uhhh, hit my head on the counter last night… picking something up?"
What the hell is wrong with me that sounded so unconvincing
"Hasanai," He let out an exhausted sigh, "That was the most unconvincing thing I have ever heard. So how about we try again. How did you get that bruise on your head?"
Damn it
"I wasn't paying attention to how close the bathroom door was when I opened it and hit myself in the face." I suggested, knowing that sentence alone almost came out as a question as well.
"That explanation would work if the bruise was on your face Hasanai, but it's on your head so I would appreciate honesty. I cannot help you if you are not honest with me." He turned to lean back against the desk next to me, crossing his arms as he continued to stare at me.
If I didn't know any better, I could swear he could see right thru me with any excuse I might come up with. As if he could already see a big flashing sign inside my head that read VILLAN.
"It's nothing sensei," I muttered looking back at my feet, "It was just a stupid mistake, and I won't let it happen again.
"Hasanai…" He sighed again, "Let me help you. I'm not oblivious and I'm not as naive as some random person on the street. I can tell what is happening, but I am unable to do anything if you won't say anything."
"It's nothing Aizawa sensei… please. It won't happen again." I knew he was still looking at me, but I continued to look down, avoiding his gaze.
You have no idea what's happening.
We continued to stand in silence as he stared at me, hoping I would cave and give him whatever answer he wanted to hear. Just then my stomach decided to loudly protest the lack of food in its contents as I slightly grimaced in embarrassment.
"Did you forget to eat this morning?" I finally looked back at him as he raised his eyebrow.
"Yes sensei…" I grimaced yet again as my stomach let out another loud sound of protest.
"You are in the hero course," Aizawa walked back towards his desk, bending down to riffle through the bag next to it, "It is your responsibility to take care of your body, including making sure you have enough energy to participate in training exercises and class. The hero course is a rigorous program. You need to eat to fuel your body. You will fail otherwise."
He motioned me forward as he produced what looked like a granola bar from his bag and held it out for me. I hesitated, confused, before slowly walking towards him and taking it. He was… giving me food?
"What's wrong?" He questioned as he studied my expression.
"It's just that… you're giving me something to eat…" I didn't know how else to put my confusion into words, "Why?"
"I am your teacher," He stated matter of factly, as if everything was obvious and I shouldn't be confused, "It is my job to make sure you are prepared to learn. You cannot learn when your stomach is growling, it would be a distraction for your peers as well. I feel the need to ask. Hasanai, when was the last time you have eaten?"
My eyes widened slightly at the question before stopping to think. Aizawa held my gaze, and I couldn't force myself to look away, as I truly thought about when I had last eaten anything. I could barely recall when that was. For some reason with the way he was looking at me, I couldn't force myself to lie, even as I was mentally kicking myself for not doing so.
"I… don't know," I admitted honestly, "Maybe three… four days ago sir."
He looked… upset about that fact? Unsettled maybe?
"Hasanai that's n…" He sighed in frustration as his phone began vibrating against the desk top.
He picked it up, rubbing his eyes with one hand and with an exhausted look on his face. I stood silently as he read whatever was on the phone.
"I have to go to the gates and deal with the increasing media presence…damn vultures," He muttered before looking at me sternly, "This conversation is not over Hasanai, we will discuss it further after class."
He quickly walked out of the classroom before I could respond. The only thing left in the room with me was the unsettling feeling that was quickly growing in my stomach.
