The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 35.

I stopped before lighting it.

"You mind?" I asked before I smoked it, out of common courtesy.

"Not at all." He answered. I lit up the fag, taking a deep drag.

"So. Long story short, the provisional license exam board won't let me do the exam because I'm quirkless and it could be dangerous for me to do it, or something. In reality they're just plain assholes. I need a letter of recommendation from All Might, Best Jeanist, and, uh, Endeavour, saying that I'm capable of taking the exam." I looked at him, pursing my lips. He raised a brow, very slightly.

"You need me to ask my father to write you, a quirkless person, a letter of recommendation?" He suggested the obvious.

"Do you see the problem there, L/N?" He sighed quietly.

"I know it sounds impossible, but could you please get me a meeting with him?" I asked, pleading with him.

"...Okay. He won't have a meeting with you. But... I'm not sure how to get him to listen to you..." We both sat in thought, pondering how on earth we could do this.

"I got it. The perfect plan for a eugenicist asshole like him. No offence."

"None taken."

I explained my plan to him. He was rather surprised by it, but intrigued.

"That... is sneaky. But it just might work. Okay. Let's do it. Tomorrow, after school." He concluded.

"You're the fucking best, Shoto."

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I stepped into the lift and closed my eyes, exhausted from the day. Why didn't I ever get a fucking break? I limply slapped my card against the reader before pressing the 8th floor button. The whirrs of the lift cables filled my head, yet they were unable to distract me from the stress.

The doors opened slowly, allowing me to leave. The kitchen had quiet chatter emanating from it; they were back already.

"Hey, Young L/N. How are you doing?" All Might asked softly. I looked up to see a concerned pair of teachers. I simply shrugged, wanting to just go to my room and flop onto the bed. The sinking, heavy feeling of anxiety and stress was really starting to get to me.

"You want some tea, Y/N?" Aizawa said from the kitchen. I ignored them and continued to my room.

The door slammed shut, the loud noise ringing in my ears. My back slid down against the wood, as I dropped to the ground. I rubbed my temples for a second, before forcing myself to get up and get in bed.

Why?

Why was I never good enough?

Why did I never get a fucking break?

Why me?

I laid on the bed, my arm on top of my eyes. I just wanted to get rid of this shitty feeling so bad, but, it felt hopeless. I needed to power through the days. Today, I teach 20 children how to cook without killing each other, tomorrow I need to go deceive the number 2 hero of Japan for my personal gain, then I need to meet up with Jeanist at some point and convince him to support me, after that it's nonstop training for the exam.

Needless to say, all of this was a bit much on me.

"You alright?" I heard that soothing gruff voice say behind the door.

"No, man." I moaned.

"Open the door please? My hands are full." I got up and unlocked the door, before flopping back onto the comfort of my bed. He set down a cup of tea on my nightstand and shut the door.