now playing: 0.5 - you think I'm nice?
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tw!: mentions of abuse & child abuse
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"Amano! Amano!"
Shit! That was loud!
Kazumi sighed, rubbing her temples as if manually turning down the volume of her ears.
She'd decided to stay with Vlad King's class for the afternoon since Kazumi hadn't been feeling well enough to go to USJ with the rest of the class. As she grew more stressed, her quirk grew out of control, so she settled on stay at school which she thought was going to be a less stimulating environment.
Only for her to be seated next to Neito Monoma – Class 1B's rabid bastard.
Monoma Neito was an anomaly. Sometimes he was loudly condescending, taunting others with a punchable face, and other times he was calm despite letting the most sharp insults slip his tongue.
He always had a thing or two to say about the other hero course class – even if Kazumi was literally right next to him – which seemed to be treated as the favourite class despite being perhaps even louder and more abrasive than Monoma.
"What do you need, Monoma?" Kazumi questioned gently.
The blond maniac grabbed his chair – he unfortunately sat right in front of her – and turned it around to face her desk. He placed his elbow on her opened books, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand.
"So... your quirk... you can hear everything if you increase your range, correct?" Monoma asked, Kazumi feeling a shiver run down her spine.
"I can hear everything, but I choose not to." She made that clear, mirroring Monoma's body language.
"Were you... able to perhaps listen into your classes right now at USJ by any chance? I wonder if they teach the same content they teach us?"
Kazumi chuckled to herself before she brutally karate chopped Monoma's wrist, causing his hand to give in and his head to hit her desk. She held back a laugh behind her hand, their classmates turning to them curiously after Monoma raised his head with a deadpan expression.
"I applaud you for your bravery, but I will not eavesdrop." Kazumi responded, feeling a little bad when she saw the red mark on his forehead.
"There is no way you've never eavesdropped on anyone, you vixen." He teased, "no one is that nice."
She flipped her hair to one side, blinking dramatically.
"You think I'm nice?"
"yOu ThInK i'M NiCe?" He repeated in a high pitched voice.
Kazumi clapped sarcastically, a shit-eating grin on her face.
"Wow, Monoma! I could tell you didn't use your quirk to copy me that time, because that impression was shit!"
Monoma clicked his tongue, replicating her move by ferally chopping her wrist with his hand and watching her smack her face against the desk.
"Haha! My bad! I can't control my quirk sometimes." He joked.
She raised her head, hair covering her face as he cackled maniacally.
Although extremely annoying, Monoma Neito was a riot.
"Look! Just admit that your class always gets special treatment!" Monoma accused, pointing to her. "No class is inherently better than the other in the hero course, they just had to split us into two classes because of how many of us there are. So tell me, why do you guys get treated better? Is it wrong to demand equality?"
Kazumi hummed, tilting her head.
"You're a little bit toxic, I'm not going to lie." Kazumi commented, Monoma's mouth falling open in defence. "I do like how you think though."
Monoma smirked at her, nudging her arm.
"Oyy, I like an honest person." Monoma somehow took the first part as a compliment.
He was strangely optimistic?
"Monoma, I'm starting to think you have an intense obsession over these 1A guys." Kendo spoke up, not really bothered that they were discussing this in the middle of class.
"I am not obsessed!" Monoma retorted, standing up. "I'm moderately intrigued on what makes them so worthy of being thought of as better than us!"
"Sit down, Monoma." Vlad reprimanded. "1A is not higher than 1B, we treat you equally."
He didn't mind that his students were talking, it was sort of nice to see the class a bit lively. Kazumi seemed to have brought an interesting energy to his class.
But it was easy for students like Monoma to get out of hand.
The class halted as Kazumi suddenly stood up, her face draining of colour as she shakily looked at Vlad. The confused teacher looked up from his textbook, narrowing his eyes at the concerned female.
"What's wrong, Amano?" Vlad asked cautiously, standing up now.
"My class is under attack... at USJ..." Kazumi announced, Vlad immediately stepped away from his desk. "... I heard an explosion and a very... awful sounding quirk."
"Come with me right now!" Vlad ushered, Kazumi racing around her desk to the teacher. "Everyone stay calm. Kendo, please keep an eye on the class!"
Kendo nodded, the class watching as Vlad and Kazumi disappeared to Principal Nezu's office.
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"Izuku!"
The said boy was taken aback to see his friend waiting outside of USJ, Kazumi running up to him through the police tape and tackling him into a hug. He flinched, slightly scathed from the attack. Since she'd come on time, he wasn't as injured as he could've been.
Vlad King had to reassure the policemen surrounding the area that she was safe to pass through, following after the young student.
"Kazumi...? What are you doing here?" Midoriya asked, rubbing her back.
Kazumi frowned, looking up at him.
"Amano... saved all of you." Vlad said from behind the two. "She heard the attack happen while we were in class, so she informed Principal Nezu."
Midoriya's face morphed into a proud grin.
"Woah, thank you... Kazumi." Midoriya slowly said, his face softening. "You saved us all..."
"Where's Shota?" Kazumi whispered to him, Midoriya's face contorting into a frown.
"He's a bit injured... so he's in one of the ambulances."
She opened her mouth to respond until she noticed Midoriya's battered figure.
"Go see Recovery Girl, we can talk later." She reassured, lightly pushing him in the direction of the ambulance car.
Midoriya nodded, thankfully bowing at her as she waved at him. He jogged away quickly, her smiling at his retreating figure.
Kazumi went towards the direction Midoriya said Aizawa's ambulance was until she halted. Kazumi's ears twitched as she heard clunky footsteps from behind her.
She flinched when she saw Bakugou's eyes burning into her side profile from afar, not expecting the boy to be looking at her. Her dark eyes connected with his red eyes — she sensed that he wanted to say something.
But instead, he turned his back to him in embarrassment, striding off towards a group of their classmates.
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Aizawa groaned as his eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the bright light of the hospital room he sat in.
Hospital...?
His body launched up into a sitting position, about to panic until he saw Kazumi laying on his lap. She sat on a chair beside his bed, her hair tied messily out of her pale features as her body hunched over his bed, most of the pressure of her body weight on her folded arms.
She was in a comfortable hoodie and a pair of tracksuit pants. She'd clearly been home and to the hospital a couple of times since she had a container of homemade food packed for him on the bedside table.
He smiled softly, raising his hand to stroke her hair down.
"Mr Aizawa... you're awake."
Aizawa immediately retracted his hand, jumping slightly as he saw Midoriya wander in with a bouquet of flowers and a card in his arms.
"Midoriya, I–"
"Kazumi told me you were her guardian..." he explained before sighing to himself. "She told All Might and I because she accidentally found out about... All Might..."
Aizawa nodded in understanding. Midoriya was a good kid, so he trusted him with that information.
"Thank you... for looking out for her." Aizawa said as he watched Midoriya put the bouquet of flowers among an array of bouquets on a side table nearby. "Kazumi and I haven't been on the best terms lately, so it's nice to know someone has been looking out for her."
Midoriya let out a burdened smile, sitting on another chair beside Kazumi.
"I should be thanking her for looking out for me," Midoriya admitted, "she's the same as she's always been... keeping stuff to herself. I wish I knew more about her life, y'know?"
Aizawa bit his lip slightly, eyes focused on Midoriya's sad expression. He'd only found out recently that Midoriya and Bakugou had been her childhood friends.
"I wish I knew as well." Aizawa also confessed, Midoriya's eyes widening. "I may be her guardian... but before I took her under my wing... I have no clue who she was."
Midoriya nodded, licking his dry lips.
"If I may pry... how did you come about adopting Kazumi?" He asked, tilting his head. "I know she had to move away from here halfway during our first year of middle school because her mum passed – my mum told me about that. But I thought she was staying with her dad?"
Aizawa leaned back into his pillow, Midoriya coming over to help prop it up so it rested behind his head.
"She was under the hero commission's care." Aizawa explained, clicking his tongue. "I was asked to visit often so I could teach her to control her quirk. Back then, her quirk was out of control and she had to wear headphones all the time. Erasing her quirk only momentarily helped her, but once I stopped using it on her, she'd spiral again. But the more I spent time with her, the more she'd begun to control her quirk. So the hero commission encouraged me to adopt her."
"So... you have no idea how she ended up in the commission's care?" Midoriya asked and Aizawa frowned.
"I... I believe she was abused by her father." Aizawa confessed, closing his eyes. "She used to sleep talk a lot about it."
Midoriya wanted to ask more but Kazumi stirred, slowly sitting up from the bed and stretching her back. Midoriya and Aizawa flinched as her joints cracked loudly, Midoriya holding back a laugh.
She blinked slowly, rubbing the sleep out of her eye until she noticed Aizawa staring at her.
"Shota!" She exclaimed, immediately bursting into tears.
Midoriya stood up in surprise as she bolted out of her seat, tackling Aizawa into a hug.
"That hurts, you know?" Aizawa groaned, still bringing his arms up to hug her.
"I was so worried! Please, be careful!" She whined, crying into his neck.
"I have to protect my students, Kazumi..." Aizawa said, "I'm just glad you weren't there, I don't know what I would've done if you were hurt."
Kazumi's eyes widened and she suddenly clutched his neck tighter before she started crying harder. Aizawa worriedly glanced at Midoriya who smiled with watery eyes at the two. All her pent up sadness towards Aizawa seemed to burst out of her as she let her anxiety spill out.
Whatever grudge she had disappeared at his words.
Midoriya smiled, edging out of the room as he left the two to make up.
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