A/N: Edited as of November 29
'thinking' "sign language" "verbal conservation"
Walking to school with your bag over your shoulder you hummed a song playing through your headphones without a care in the world. As a young teenager you knew you should pay more attention in the dangerous world you lived in but when music was involved you were gone. Tapping your feet and bouncing as you walked to the beat you felt in complete bliss. Your black fingerless gloves suppressing the immense power you were created to have as you walked to school. You were overall left to your own devices at school. No one really spoke to you or made an effort to either and you were perfectly fine with that. Maybe that's where the social anxiety started? Oh well.
As you walked to the school gates you texted your mother and then father letting them know you made it to school safely and then put your phone on vibrate. Humming the tune of the last song you listened to you got to your locker and received everything you needed for class. Your middle school was pretty laid back. So you didn't have to worry about much. Once in class you headed to your seat in the back near the window. You were the only one in the class since it was still early but you prefer it that way. This way you wouldn't have to do morning greetings.
You didn't like to talk unless needed due to a trauma you experienced a few years back, one of the reasons why your parents wanted you to text and inform them where you're going and when you get there at all times. Not talking made it hard to make friends but you didn't mind. You were going to high school soon, and against your mother's wishes trying for UA no less. You father wanted you to use your quirks to fight for the people that couldn't fight for themselves. While your mother wanted you to live a simple life. You've already been through so much already after all.
So needless to say you had mixed feelings about starting high school.
As time passed more people began to pile into the classroom and soon enough the class was filled and the teacher, Ken-sensei came in to start class.
"Good Morning everyone please find your seats." she said happily. "We have a few things to discuss before the 2nd term approaches. And one of those things is high school. Most of you already said what high school you're planning to go to.." Her voice flattered as she looked through the papers.
"Ken-sensei, how many people put UA!?" one of your classmates eagerly called out, causing her to look up and smile.
"I was just getting to that! I bet so many of you guys are excited!"
"Yeah!!" the class roared in response. You on the other hand held in a groan. You knew how this was going to turn out
"Well this is a shock! Shinso-san and Yagi-san, I didn't know the two of you wanted to go into hero work! What changed your minds?" she exclaimed with excitement and shock. Eyes split between you and the boy in the front of the class.
"No way! You two really think you can get accepted into UA!? Aren't you quirkless Ya-chan? And you have a better chance of being a villain than a hero Shinso-san! I mean there still has yet to be an orphan hero. But I bet most villains are orphans, especially with that quirk of yours."
The class erupted in laughter and you could see the purple haired boy put his head down slightly in defeat.
"Haranjiro Rayomi! That was rude and uncalled for! Class settle down immediately!"
"It's not like I'm wrong Sensei!" he exclaimed back with a laugh of his own. His alpha pride practically shines through for making the class laugh. His long maroon colored hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Half of his head was shaved and the shorter hair was black showing that he dyed his hair, which was against school rules. His orange eyes shined in the light and if he wasn't such an asshat you knew you might have had feelings for him just like so many other girls.
Finally having enough as you see the boy you knew for 3 years on the verge of tears, you spoke up. Your father always did say to defend those who won't defend themself.
"Shut the fuck up." you said calmly causing the class to finally quiet down. Everyone looked at you in shock. Including the teacher.
"Y-Yagi- san please refr-"
"I said shut up."
Ken-sensei straightened up in shock and then puffed out her cheeks ready to discipline you but before she could you spoke again.
"You." you called out standing up walking over to the boy that made fun of you but mostly Shinsou Hitoshi. "Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do? You wanna talk about quirks? What's yours? Pop rocks? Really useful in a fight huh? But when it comes to helping people then what? Being a hero isn't just about fighting. It's about defense and rescue as well. And having sympathy for others. Whether or not I have a quirk is none of your business. But I want you to apologize to Shinso-san for your villain comments. They were rude and disrespectful." you said in a low voice.
"Scary!!" everyone in the class thought. You didn't mind getting made fun of, but Shinso was one of the only people in the class you tolerated. He was quiet, smart, but not invasive, he knew boundaries and you respected him for that. He was your friend. Your only friend at that. And you'd be damned before you allowed Shinso Hitoshi slander.
"S-sorry Shinso-san!" he stuttered out in earnestly as he couldn't help but find himself captivated by you. First you looked closely into his eyes to make sure he wasn't lying. Then you stood up straight and relaxed your tense body. As long as Rayomi meant it then there was no point in you threatening him any further.
"It's fine." Shinso said, not wanting to for the problem to draw out longer than it needed to.
"Yagi- san please be seated immediately and see me after school." Ken-sensei finally spoke up. You nodded against your better judgement and sat back down in the back of the class. Shinso's eyes never leaving your retreating figure as something sparked in him.
Homeroom went on how it normally did just without high school being brought back up and neither were quirks. As the day went on it was finally lunch. Most of the people in your class stayed inside to eat but you never did. Gathering everything you needed you headed out of the classroom, ignoring the lingering looks. With a sigh you rubbed your face with your free hand as you made your way to the staircase. 'God damn it, he's definitely gonna kill me if he hears about this.'
"Why'd you do it Ya-san?" you heard from behind you. Turning your head slightly you saw Shinso standing there with clenched fists. You could tell the boy was confused but you stayed quiet. "I could've handled it myself perfectly fine."
"Shin-chan. I was expecting you."
"Answer the question!" he cried. You knew if he was able to he would have brainwashed you to answer. Sighing softly you turned around fully to look at him with your signature deadpan eyes. Swallowing the saliva in your mouth you placed your things down to sign instead of talk.
"You can't let them keep doing that to you. Don't let them see you down. They know how you feel and they used it against you. I don't care what they think about me because it doesn't affect my ability to be who I am. But you do. And there's nothing wrong with that, but don't let that be their ammo against you. Shin-chan I believe in you. Now it's your turn to believe in yourself, it would be better for society if you did." you found yourself saying. Shinso stood there in shock. Sign was something you've been teaching him for years now. So he could understand what was being said. But normally you were a girl of very little words. So for you to just encourage and insult him at the same time was a huge eye opener.
Clenching his fist and closing his eyes tight, Shinso thought of next words carefully. But before he could say anything you were gone. "Fucking hell."
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Normally you didn't like using your esper quirk, specifically teleportation, due to the queasiness you get after. But you knew if you didn't use it Shinso would try to continue the conversation. Standing on the rooftop of the school, you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of fresh air.
The first thing you did was slide down the wall slowly. You didn't know why you were being so dramatic about this, but it felt right nonetheless. With the sun shining brightly and only slightly cloudy sky's you let yourself bathe in the sunlight. Allowing your skin glow and greedily taking in every ounce offered. You took deep breaths of the clean air to calm your stomach before you even thought about eating. It would be a waste to lose the good food your father had cooked the night before due to an upset stomach.
Once your stomach calmed you opened your bento and took out your utensils to eat. The silence and the soft blowing of the wind was comforting as you ate alone. It's been like that ever since you were kidnapped years ago. Ever since that fateful day being alone in crowds made you anxious. It's something you don't like to think about that much because of how it still haunts you through phantom pains.
Your kidnapping and its outcome was one of the main reasons you don't like being in large groups. It's loud. It's suffocating. And it's way too stressful from all the touching. Ever since the faithful month that happened years ago you've never been the same. And you knew your parents blamed themselves which is why you never talked about it. It wasn't their fault you were careless. They were pro heroes after all, they shouldn't have to worry about you the way they constantly do. It made you feel guilty. So you decided to stop feeling to the best of your ability. Stop talking about your problems, and put on a calm demeanor so they wouldn't worry. But every time what happened was brought up you were told the same thing.
"What happened wasn't your fault." they'd all say.
'It's not your fault.'
'It's not your fault.'
'It's not your fault.'
'It's not your fault.'
"But why does it feel like it is." you whispered softly staring at your half eaten bento.
Suddenly you weren't hungry anymore.