"You may gaze at her reflection
In still waters of the lake
But don't look at her directly
Or death will be your fate"
For the longest time, Aizawa and Yamada truly believed that the vibrant young thief from their high school days had been a shared...
Flipping into a handstand between the pillars, I parted my legs into a split, planting my feet against each surface before pulling myself up. From there, I grabbed onto my left leg, ignoring the ache as I pulled my torso up. "S..S..Stripper move!" Mineta, of course, began to lose his actual shit, and I rolled my eyes. "She a..ain't wrong, Bakugou..! You'll never be that fit..!" Kaminari added, his salivating leaking into his voice.
"Shut up, you shitty defribrillator!" I could kind of the the boy's expression, and it made me happy. I liked causing frustration. "That's so cool..." Sero murmured, owlish eyes blinking at my form. "I wanna try that! Can I can I can I?!" Mina bounced up and down with excitement, all too eager to attempt my position. If anybody could manage it in the class, she could.
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"Enough of that. (Y/N), get down before you hurt yourself. You're still not fully healed." Aizawa called out to me sternly, and for once I followed his order without complaint. I was already feeling worse for wear. Once back on the ground, I fixed my hair and shirt before clapping my hands, stepping out of the way. "Alright, devil spawn! Line up and try to get as close to a regular split as you can! Those of you who feel gutsy, try my way! Don't whine if you break your neck, though!"
Tagging out by fiving Cementoss, I wandered over to Aizawa, plopping down beside him and stretching my legs out. It hadn't been a smart move, and I knew I'd be feeling it a whole lot more tomorrow. "That was-" "Idiotic, I know." I cut the man off, sticking my tongue out in his direction for no real reason. "Oh, Fuku got into the kitty kibble again. You didn't tell me the little shit could open cupboards."
Chuckling slightly, Aizawa leaned back, turning to watch his students attempt my little lesson. "Yeah, I've been meaning to get some childproof locks for that. I'll grab one for my liquor cabinet, too, seeing as someone can't keep their grubby mitts away from it..."
Feigning offence with a hand to my chest, I gasped, leaning away from him. "Rude! I had one glass! Helps me sleep." I defended, trailing off into a laugh and moving back to my original place. "So, when do the bandages come off, King Tutanzawa?" Glancing back to me, the man didn't look for long, but from just that I could tell he was sick of it.
"A few days after the festival. That reminds me, Yamada wanted to ask if you'd like to sit up in the announcement booth with us. It's fine by me, as long as you keep your trap shut and don't make a fool out of us." Grinning, I was happy I was invited. If I was honest, I had kind of been dreading the festival. Nobody had given me a role to play, so I would have just been loitering.
"I think Hizashi has that covered, don'tcha think?" I giggled, taking the puff of muffled air the man released a form of laughter. "Cross my heart, I'll be an extra good girl for you, Sho!" I was fully aware of the possible ways my words could have been taken, but it still amused me to no end when I caught that slight flush of the pale skin visible through white bandage.
"Just knowing that I have you lurking about my house makes me severely uncomfortable. I deserve a raise..." He muttered, but he didn't snap at me, nor did he try to move away. In my books, that was progress. Shifting a little closer, I leaned to peer up at him, smirking when he turned his head to avoid me.
"Don't worry, I don't do anything shady. You're cute when you sleep, though. Wanna see the pics to prove it?" When he scooted away, right to the edge of the bench, I nearly choked on my howling laughter, very nearly toppling off onto the ground. "I'm just teasing, Sho! You really should be used to it by now..!"
"(Y/N)! Hey, Miss (Y/N)! Look! I'm doing it!" I turned my attention to the students, and jumped up when I saw Mina, who was very nearly copying my previous move. I whooped along with some of her classmates, probably even louder. "That's my girl, Ashido! Bad bitches club!" I shouted, not caring about my language, though I did shrink down once Aizawa cleared his throat.
"I swear, you never grew up, did you?" He mumbled, eyeing me as I sat back down beside him. "You still act like a child." Popping my lips, I shrugged, unable to really argue with his point. "I mean, I did, but it's better to act like this, I reckon. Less cause for concern."
If onlyyou knew, Shota. People deal with things differently...
He was staring at me, I could feel it. That burning sensation in the side of my head, that seemed to trail down my neck and spine, right to my tail bone. "What do you mean by-" "I'M STUCK! A LITTLE HELP?! I'M GONNA SPLIT IN HALF!" My laughter couldn't be contained when I turned back to the class. Kaminari was oh-so close to how Mina and I had been before, but at the same time, not at all. Upside down, spread and struggling, the poor boy was definitely going to be sore for days to come.
"NOT BAD, DENKI! WE CAN MAKE A STRIPPER OUT OF YOU YET!"
. . . . . . ***No matter how many times I draw Sero, I can never do him justice.
