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The knock at your office door startled you.
You were going over notes from some of the students, trying to figure out ways to work with them, but they were all annoyingly stubborn, much more than actual pro heroes. You were laughing at the flurry of messages Ashley had sent you about a new hire.
You sighed as you stood up; you opened your door but standing on the other side was nothing but a note on the ground. Huffing out a breath of annoyance, you leaned down and picked up the note, looking through the hallway but seeing nothing out of the ordinary you closed the door and saw that the note was actually a picture.
A picture of you.
A picture of you at Yubi’s house.
It was a picture taken only a few hours after you had gotten off the plane from Denmark. It showed you and Yubi bringing your stuff up to his apartment.
“What the…” you trailed off, voice heavy with confusion and trepidation. You took a look at the hallways and it didn’t seem as though there was anyone suspicious, just various students running to make it to class or wherever.
This stalker of yours was getting bold and you wondered as you put the picture away how they could get in your school. Could it be a faculty member? A student? Aizawa himself? All of those thoughts made your stomach hurt and you couldn’t fathom why they would go to these lengths. Why do this much to what? Scare you into leaving again? You didn’t want to be here in the first place and since this person seems to have been stalking you so much, they should know that.
Was this the universe's way of punishing you? Going back on what it meant to have a soulmate, throwing that away when there are billions of people out there who will never meet their own? It was a stupid thought; one you had sparsely over the last couple of years.
Why should you be punished for his fuck up? You decided to put the picture where you put all of your thoughts on any subjects regarding him and soulmates.
In the back of your mind, to be forgotten.
You sat down at your desk and sighed, wondering how much you needed to drink to pass out or well, die from alcohol poisoning when another knock sounded at your door. You tensed, wondering what other bullshit would come of this knock but the whistling on the other end had you relaxing, a smile unknowingly coming to your face.
Snipe loved whistling that stupid ass tune.
He opened the door after you called out to him, and you placed the photo in your desk drawer, a smile on his face as he continued to whistle that same tune he always does, head bobbing as he held up two bentos. He shut the door behind him and placed both bentos on your desk.
“You hungry? Don’t answer, I know you don’t bring your lunch,” He said, plopping himself down in a chair. You just shook your head and grabbed the food with a small thanks.
Snipe must’ve seen how absentminded you were and didn’t speak much, only asking if you liked the food he got you. You spent the lunch thinking about the photo in your desk and contemplated on whether or not you should speak to Snipe about this. There wasn’t any real reason why you wouldn’t but the thought of telling the man everything you kept locked inside.
It was frustrating.
You decided not to, standing to walk the man to the door with a short goodbye and getting ready for another appointment with a student as lunch ended.
“Spar tonight?” Snipe asked, leaning against your doorway. And it sounded much like asking you on a date that you paused before nodding.
“Of course, I’m always willing to kick your ass,” you huffed, lightly shoving him into the hallway and shutting the door in his face. You debated some more on the picture throughout the rest of the day before realizing that you didn’t even know where to start.
Nezu wasn’t likely to help you since, and more than likely already knew who it was, well, if it wasn’t him of course. Which it seemed to be. You knew it wasn’t Aizawa, the man wasn’t the type to do something like that. Of course, instead of Nezu it could be Kayama or worse Yamada but honestly, they were more of the type to corner you and hound you day in and day out.
Well, it could be a student but who?
You couldn’t think of a student who would know you, or know Aizawa well enough to know about you or feel this way about you. Thinking about students, you thought about the last child you saw today. A rather familiar one, a first year boy with light purple hair and eye bags so big they probably carried all of his problems and then some.
Shinsou Hitoshi.
A boy he had seen in the hallway of the teachers dorms with Aizawa. You wondered a bit why he would be there, but the boy himself had told you that Aizawa had adopted him months ago.
You didn’t know what was bigger. The fact that Aizawa had adopted not one but two children, or the fact that this rather asocial and expressionless child would tell you that. It wasn’t like you needed to know that and even though he was in general education, your doors were open to any and all students.
And well, he did say he was aiming for the hero course. Which of course you cheered him on.
Why did you think of Shinsou at this time? Honestly because the child seemed odd. You had been a therapist for years now, and while you mainly worked with heroes, it wasn’t common for someone to be so open with a therapist like Shinsou was. He seemed oddly familiar with you, like you were someone he would, of course, be comfortable with.
You were worried that Aizawa had spoken about you to the boy. But you were more worried about what he could’ve possibly told him. During Shinsous entire session, he sat across from you, telling you about his time at school and the frustration he felt with the heroic entrance exam (which you could understand) and how he felt being adopted and how he felt about Eri and Aizawa.
It was odd.
It was too much information for a first session and though you wanted to be elated that he felt comfortable enough with you to speak about his feelings, it just felt too rushed, fake. You couldn’t help but think about the session on your way back to the dorms and thought, not for the first time, that you should just run away.
Run away back to Denmark. Back to your little house, and plants, and Ashley and Axel. Back to the small town that had so quickly become your home.
You just wanted to go home.
“Haa,” you sighed, setting your bag down by your couch. Looking at your clock, you went to make you a small snack and work on some notes since you had a few hours until your spar with Saiko. You hoped you’d be able to let loose a bit in the spar.
And later that night, as you walked back to your dorm, you sighed to yourself, wondering when you’d take Saiko out for that apology drink for accidentally breaking his nose.
No more letting loose for a while, you thought.