She dreaded walking into class that morning. She had no excuse or reason she was willing to share for what she did. She couldn't explain the horrors of her past. It only pushes people away. Not to mention it still scared her. Aizawa was a bit unsure about her going to classes, but he also couldn't leave her alone in the dorms all day.
She hadn't told Aizawa what she saw while fighting Bakugo. She couldn't, so he didn't know what to do. In the end, it was decided that she would go to classes as usual.
So here she was. Waiting out the door for the confidence to finally walk in. She could hear the chatter of her classmates. She could barely make out the words, but they sounded cheerful. Hopefully they were in good moods.
She took a long, slow breath to prepare herself for what was to come. She nodded to herself putting on a determined face. Swinging the door open lightly, she walked into the room, and suddenly, silence.
Surebu was being watched by everyone in the room, even when she walked to her desk to sit down. Their eyes were glued to her no matter what. They were scared. Scared of what this girl might do, to them, and the rest of U.A.
Classes seemed to grow tense. All the time spent in that classroom were a challenge for Surebu's mental capacity. She was used to people hating her. She was used to people letting her know when they hated her and being up front about it. She was used to getting beaten because people hated her. She never knew that not knowing what people thought of you was more painful than the physical torture she'd been through.
Lunch time was reasonable. Surebu and Shinsou would grab their food, then go to Aizawa and eat with him in the teachers offices. It was considered weird, but neither of them really fit in anywhere else.
Over the last week, Surebu found Shinsou being pushed into the wall, his work thrown out the window and his food tray slammed into his face over and over again. It was a daily cycle. That was until Surebu stepped in.
'Everyone sees me as a Villain. Guess it's okay to act like one if it means I can keep Shinsou safe and happy.'
That's what she told herself in the mornings. That's what got her through what she did. As long as she could help Shinsou.
Monday on this new week. Surebu was up before everyone else, made breakfast for everyone else and made sure she was ready. These days Aizawa has given up keeping her in her room. As long as she wasn't caught he was happy.
It was on this day Surebu made sure she could walk Shinsou to class. She had climbed up his dorm building once before, so it wasn't difficult to do it again. She was at his balcony before he could even begin to think she'd do something like this.
He was always up early. Actually it was hard to get him to sleep in general. When she knocked on his window, he could easily open it for her to enter.
"I thought Aizawa said no more sneaking out," Shinsou stated the second he saw her. She smiled and laughed as she walked into his room to sit on the bed.
"He only says that to keep Nezu in check," she replied. Shinsou couldn't help but smile. He was the only one she'd open up like this with. It made him feel special in a way.
She had soon announced how she was going to walk him to class. He did attempt a protest, but she was already handing him his bag, a cup of coffee and shoving some toast in his mouth. No arguing with this girl in the mornings.
The walk to class was silent. Shinsou expected Surebu to be chatting away, but when he looked at her, he could see she was planning something. Her eyes whipped from one spot to the other, as if expecting something to happen. She was, but it wasn't like Shinsou needed to know that right now.
They were half way to his class, it was this point the two were stopped, but not by anyone hostile. Izuku Midorya. He was only trying to be polite to Shinsou, and Surebu knew this, but problem was that Surebu noticed the small things. Midorya was shooting glances at Surebu through the entire conversation. It made her feel untrusted and not wanted. She was just there without a purpose or a need.
It didn't take long before the two boys felt need to separate and shoved off to class. Something else Surebu noticed was, Midorya stopped to watch as Shinsou and herself walked away until they were out of sight.
Then it finally happened. Two boys pushed Shinsou back into the hall. He landed on his back and since he hadn't closed his bag that morning, everything flew out of it. It was almost like one of Bakugo's explosions, but without the fire.
Surebu heard running and knew Midorya was going over to help Shinsou, and probably thought it was Surebu who did this. Surebu only sighed, rolling her eyes at that though.
Two boys. They looked like second years. One was tall with black hair and brown eyes. Nothing to note exactly who he was. Surebu looked harder. There was a green and yellow shine in his eyes. Something she could recognise easily.
The second boy was a bit smaller than the other. His hair was an abstract orange colour and it covered his eyes. He had Tsuyu's mouth. Big and froggy.
They were both laughing at Shinsou as he and Midorya went to pick up his things. Surebu grinned grabbing the taller boy by the front of his shirt. She'd changed her face into the sychotic look she had the night she met Aizawa. The boy began to protest and grabbed Surebu's hand to pull it off, but her hand didn't budge. He kept struggling in the grip, and Surebu did notice that her hand wavered the slightest bit.
She could hear Shinsou behind her telling her to stop, but that wouldn't do any good. She dragged the boys face down to hers and chuckled.
"I've been looking for the ones hurting my friend here. Now that I found you I can't help but wonder what you'd look like as a carpet," the boys face instantly paled at her words. "If I hear about this happening again, I will find you," she took her glove off of her free hand and lightly stroked his cheek. He shivered out of fear as his life flashed in front Surebu's eyes. "Now I know where you live. I know where you sleep. This better not happen again," that was the last thing she said before throwing him to the floor.
She walked over to her purple haired friend as he stared in disbelief. He wasn't expecting that one bit. He looked at the two boys as they ran down the halls, then to Surebu with a curious expression.
"A carpet?" He asked watching her bend down to pick up the remaining papers and pencils. She gave a little chuckle as Midorya stared at the two, horrified.
"I had to scare him with something. Telling him I could make him a carpet seemed like a good one," she shrugged getting back up to pass the school supplies to the messy purple haired boy.
"So you were walking me to class just to threaten my bullies so they'd leave me alone?" He took his things and began to shove them in his bag. Surebu smiled with a nod of her head.
"Now that my job is done, for now, I'll go to class," she gave Shinsou a quick hug. He hated how she'd invade his personal space like that, but he wouldn't complain. As soon as she began walking down the halls to go to class 1-A, Midorya came up next to her.
"That was a really nice thing you did," he was mumbling. She could understand him, but she wasn't fond of mumbling considering where she came from, the only time you'd mumble is when you want to feel pain.
"Shinsou is like a brother to me. I'd do anything for him," she stated clear in her words and refusing to look at the boy. She was surprised that the halls were void of life at this hour. Normally people are running across the hall to get to class on time. Or to socialise.
"You could be expelled for that Surebu," the green haired boy stated. Surebu paused in her walking, causing Midorya to do the same. He looked at her and saw she wasn't joking as she spoke.
"You think I care about my life in this school? The only thing I like about this place is Shinsou and Aizawa. They're almost like the family I was taken away from. Why would I care about throwing away a life I don't like living for someone I care about to live a better one? Those boys have been bullying him for way too long. Do you really think I'd let that continue. Am I really that heartless to you?"
Midorya looked to the ground feeling shame. He really didn't think she was kind enough to do that, and she also gave away the fact that she is an orphan leaving him guilty.
She walked away with a scoff when she didn't get a response from the broccoli boy. She went to class. She didn't stop for anyone or anything. She didn't care what they had to say. She's heard it all before.