Mind of Mine || ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

chapter 69

Song: Fix You by Coldplay

"Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you"

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"U.A isn't your typical school," you noted, following Aizawa's outline as the corridors grew darker the further you walked. "Wow," the walls seemed to look ancient, vastly different from the pristine, white walls U.A had. Tilting your head up, you took a sniff of the air, instantly grimacing at the scent. It smelled old. Almost like these corridors haven't been disturbed in years.

"When U.A was getting constructed, this patch of land was empty due to the structures residing underneath the ground. Many didn't want to buy the land, afraid of how the current infrastructures might impact the stability of the fancy buildings. It would also be a lot of money to get rid of the maze. Instead, they integrated the maze with the school."

"So, secret tunnels?"

"Something like that," Aizawa took a sharp turn, letting Eri nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck. The vibes were spooky, so you didn't blame Eri for wanting to hide. "At first, the maze was just an area of evacuation if anything ever happened. Nezu made sure all staff knew how to navigate the hallways in case of an emergency. Now, I wonder if Nezu had other plans for this."

"You think he could've lured villains through here?" Aizawa didn't say anything, but his silence answered your question. "The maze must connect to the outside world, some sewer out there where people could exit through. Or enter through."

The more you thought about it, the more obvious it became. All For One had the perfect way to invade U.A if he ever needed to do so. He had the principal at the palm of his hand too. With only the staff knowing about these tunnels, U.A wouldn't have survived a secretive attack like that.

"We're here." Aizawa unlocked the door, pushing it open, and you waved your hand around, trying to get rid of all the dust floating around. The room look didn't look like much. It looked like a bunker, with heavy metal cabinets along one wall with what you presumed were materials such as emergency kits and food. There were mats rolled up and stacked to the side, with a few scattered foldable chairs around the room. "We should begin." Aizawa put Eri down, letting the girl hold onto the bottom of his top as he walked around, switching more lights on to make the room seem less abandoned.

Your curiosity gets ahold of you as you walk around the room. Opening cabinet after cabinet, you glance at the different labels on the boxes, only sneezing when you make a mess, and a blanket falls on the ground, causing a dust storm. "Sheesh," closing the door, you roll your shoulders back as you take a seat in the middle of the room, looking at Aizawa expectantly. "What now?"

Aizawa drags two chairs to the room, placing them on either side of you. Eri takes one seat, and Aizawa takes the other. "Y/n, you need to relax and empty your mind. When Eri places her hand on your head, you're going to feel her quirk take effect. When you feel that, begin to focus only on your quirk, the power you feel when activated. Specifically, the core of your quirk." He pats Eri's shoulder, "Don't worry. I'll be right by your side. Think about healing Y/n."

Easier said than done. Still, you did what he said, closing your eyes as Eri's warm fingers touched your forehead. They felt so small, so soft. "It's okay, angel. Don't be afraid," you whispered, a small smile slipping on your face before disappearing. With a deep breath, you tried to clear your mind. Aizawa suggested thinking about your quirk.

Think. Think. Think.

Your quirk... it was a love/hate relationship. Sometimes you would hate it, seeing it more as a curse than a blessing. Peopled used to say, 'Wow! You're so lucky!' They admired the gift bestowed onto you, but never did they stop to think about what the power had taken from you. It took away your chance of living a basic life, a loving family, a childhood, an opportunity to grow up and enjoy the world. The quirk cost you many things... at least, that's how you used to look at it. Somewhere along the way, you learned to accept fate and accept it. No longer was it a curse. It wasn't a blessing exactly, but it sure was a helpful tool.