Chapter 32

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"Have mercy! I beg of you!"

"And why would I do that."

"I can't do this anymore! I'm dying!"

"That's too bad. You're the one that asked for it."

I collapse to the ground, my arms now useless and immobile. I lift my head to peer up at the demon in front of me, giving him the best scowl I could bring forth. He looks down at me from where he's seated, and shakes his head disappointedly.

"It's only been an hour of training, and yet you're saying that this is killing you? I didn't expect you to be this weak."

I use up all my strength to stand myself up from my "pushup", legs shaking in the process.

"Well, it's not my fault that you're so used to this. You demon."

"You better start getting used to this. You only have two weeks until the Sports Festival, and by the pace you're going, I see you losing in the first round."

Aizawa nods towards the water bottle next to his chair, in which I walk up to and grab. I drink a little before placing it back down.

"Thanks for the encouragement, no wonder you're known for your enthusiasm."

How the hell did I end up like this again?...

Flashback to yesterday evening:

As I walk through the door, I come face to face with my teacher. He's leaning against the wall with his bandaged arms crossed.

"Who was that?"

"Ah, that was Shinsou. He's one of my friends that I met on the first day I came here."

He nods slightly, motioning for us to head to the kitchen so we can sit at the table. "What class is he in?"

"He's in General Studies, why?"

"Haven't seen him around before."

"Ohhh, ok..."

We sit down so that we are across from each other. I bounce my legs slightly, nerves now kicking in as I bring myself to speak.

"Hey Aizawa, can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"...Do you think there would be a possibility that you could help train me for the Sports Festival?"

There was a slight moment of silence, yet it felt longer.

"Why do you want me to train you?"

I scratch the back of my head. "I know for the fact that I suck when it comes to anything combat related, and on top of that, I still don't know the full extent of my quirk. I don't want to go into the festival blind and behind everyone, looking like a useless idiot. I acknowledge that I'm nowhere near where my classmates stand, and it sucks."

I look up to face him, making sure he's following along. He motions for me to continue.

"Looking back at the whole USJ incident, it made me see how behind I am and how important it is to know what you're doing in dangerous situations like that. I however, went in blind and was lucky enough to dodge the enemy. That in itself is already something completely new to me because back in my world, I had never experienced something like this. Thank god my friends were there, including All Might, because if they weren't, I most likely would not be sitting here right now."

I clench my fist in a ball, angry at myself for being so useless.

"I felt as though I was being a burden. They were so amazing, fighting and defending, yet I couldn't really do anything to support them as much as I would have liked to. It's no wonder they're in class 1-A. And that's what this all comes down too. The only reason I'm in this class is because you're watching over me, and because I nearly blew up Principal Nezu's office, which was in fact, completely accidental. I want to be able to show others that I do indeed belong in this class, and not because I'm some special case and "otherworldly being". I need to hurry and become stronger and learn to use my quirk. I want to support others as well as stand up for myself when the time comes...

So, what do you say, Mr. Aizawa? Would you be willing to train and teach this idiot so she can become someone worth being in your class,

Someone worth becoming a hero?"

I almost choke towards the end, trying to conceal all the swirling emotions I was feeling all at once. It sucks to feel insecure and dumb and a bunch of other things at the same time.

I fight back the water that was threatening to fall from my eyes, not wanting to show how scared and weak I really feel. Shifting my eyes from to the table to look forward, I awaited his response.

There was something in the air that felt oddly... comforting??? Like there was an understanding between me and my guardian. If only I could see his facial expression, but that ain't gonna' happen since he's mummified at the moment.

".. Is that how you really feel?"

I nod my head cautiously. "Yes, that's how I really feel."

He lets out a sigh and nods his head. "Well first of all, you're not some useless idiot or special case, so you can erase that from your head right now. I have not once treated you any differently from the rest of your class. It doesn't matter if you're not originally from this world and you don't know how to really use your quirl. What matters is the fact that you have the drive and determination to go beyond and become stronger."

I wiped the tear that managed to come out and continued to face him.

"Your question from earlier, the answer is yes. As long as you don't give up and continue reaching for your goals, I will also continue to help you. What kind of guardian would I be if I were to neglect a request for help."

The tears that had been kept at bay had now been released. "I promise to work hard. I'll make you proud."

He stands up and walks around the table. He places his bandaged hand on my head. "You better. I can't wait to see you do great at the Sports Festival. And don't stop there, I will expect you to train twice as hard to catch up to your classmates and even go as far as to pass them."

"I won't let you down."

At that he leaves. Right before he enters his room I call out to him.

"Oh, and Aizawa?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for everything."

"Don't mention it. Eat something and get some rest after you finish your homework. Tomorrow, we start your training."

He disappears into his room.

End of flashback......

Back to the Present:

He nods his head. "I'm telling you this so you remember that you have to train harder than everyone else in this class. Your determination and goals are all the encouragement you need. Even if you aren't the best, at least you can tell yourself how far you've come from right now until the Festival."

"You really know how to use my words against me. I did promise I wouldn't let you down, and I won't.
Now then, what's next on your list of deathly exercises."

"You seem to not be exhausted anymore since you're cracking jokes now...
Go run ten laps, lightly jog if it's too much for you and walk if you're getting tired. Whatever you do, just don't stop moving. This'll build your endurance and help you last longer, stamina wise. Don't hesitate to come back here and get more water, I don't want to see someone die of dehydration. The sooner you finish this, the sooner we both go home."

"You!.... Are you the Grim Reaper! You're seriously trying to kill me! And to make matters worse, you're tryna kill me at school! How cruel can you be?!"

For some reason, I could now sense him glaring at me. He stands up. "Wanna find out?"

"Oh wow, those ten laps look so easy, let me go do them right now! Thank you Mr. Aizawa for your gracious mercy!"

I quickly pick up my feet and rush to the track, pushing myself to finish this track.

No matter how much I hate that Aizawa is making me do this, I know he's doing this to help me. He sees potential, and I'll make sure to deliver.

2 weeks,
In 2 weeks I'll become a "different" person

I better stay strong 'till the end

To Be Continued...



A.N.:
-Ahem... Aizawa=best teacher/parent. 🙌And that's a fact. I wanted Y/N to show some deeper emotions but not to the point where it's excessive, yk? I wanted them two to build a relationship where Y/N acknowledges him more like a parental figure in her life and not just some guardian/teacher due to the circumstances. 🤩

Sidenote: I was coloring one of Horikoshi's sketches, the one for the 2021 New Year (yes I trace the sketches and make the lines look neater, then color just bc it helps me relieve stress/ its a fun relaxing pasttime) and gess how much that bitch took me🤭🤭..... 10 FUCKEN HOURS.... like tf 🤨🤨🤨something aint rite here.

Just in case: I do not take credit for the actual drawing of the characters (since i traced) this is just a fun hobby I like to do 😙😙😙

I hope everyones doin well and I hope to write
again later today since its already 1 in the dam mornin. Rip my delicious eyebags, sooner or later I'll become a fucken raccon. 😩👌Sorry for the long A.N Until next timeeee~


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