Mind of Mine || ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

chapter 13

Aizawa walked further into the house, turning and venturing into the kitchen where Hizashi was most likely making dinner.

You began to walk after him, following where he went while Eri walked silently to your side. You turned to give her a reassuring smile, "It's okay, we're safe here."

The two of you walked into the room, met with bright yellow hair and the smell of homemade food. It was a godly scent. You learned from a young age how to cook, starting off with simple meals and slowly working up. After pouring over cooking books, you had finally grasped a simple understanding of cooking. But this, this was new. And different. And it felt good.

Once you came into the picture, the blond man turned around, "Oh! You must be Eri and Y/n! It's so nice to meet you. My name is Hizashi Yamada, but you can call me Hizashi. Or my hero name if you feel more comfortable, which is Present Mic."

He flashed you a bright smile that was contagious.

"It smells great in here." Your voice caused him to jump a little. Aizawa had given him a heads up about the telepathy thing but it was still a weird sensation, having someone else speak in his mind.

He laughed, waving a spoon at you. "We'll aren't you a sweet thing. Shouta over here never eats my food and prefers those god awful jelly packets."

The man accused only shrugged guiltily.

"Come, sit down. Eri, you can place your things on the counter if you want. I bet you're starving little listener."

She nodded shyly before placing her things on the counter, making sure to keep an eye on it so she wouldn't forget. You followed Hizashi's instruction and took a seat at the table, and Eri copied your movement.

You watched as Aizawa, or Shouta, bickered with his friend, complaining about the lack of jelly packets in his fridge. It felt nice.

Like what a family should be.

Sitting at the dining table, Hizashi presented steamy plates of hot food.

"Dig in."

Silently, you began to eat, your gaze refusing to leave from the plate of food in front of you. The silence was making you tense. It was clear that they wanted to ask something. Less than 24 hours ago, you were a prisoner to one of the worst villains possible.

And now you were having dinner with two pro heroes.

Pro heroes who clearly had questions.

Daring to look up, you quirked an eyebrow up in question at Aizawa, who was sitting directly across from you.

"How are your skills? Your control?"

Confused, you wait for him to elaborate.

"Your quirk. Tell me more about it."

Oh.

Did they think of you as the enemy? Were they afraid now?

You merely shrugged at the question, "I've spent my entire life training. I have pretty much full control of my quirk."

From a young age, the boss taught you how to be strong, both physically and mentally. Most quirks were physical, which made you the odd one out. But that didn't make you any less powerful. He would emphasize how important it was to keep a calm mind, to take care mentally, and to know what your limits were.

Would it be possible to continue training here? This was a hero school after all, so they must have some type of facility.

It would be nice to keep a sense of normalcy here, after all you trained every single day if possible. And a routine would help you keep sane with all the new changes.