Harry Wells x Meta Reader (Flash)

"Miss Morales, I don't appreciate you falling asleep during my lectures. " Upon receiving your paper back, all you muster is an impish smile. 

"I-I'm sorry." 

There's a million excuses you can come up with, but you know that as much as you have to deal with right now, there are people facing much worse. 

"I-I'll do better Mr. Reese I promise." He's well known for being a strict and stoic professor, so you're not exactly expecting a positive response. 

"Good, I'd hate for one of my best students to suffer in my class." You look up, because that almost sounds like a compliment. His eyes are still trained on the other papers he's still grading, and you smile.

"Yes Sir!" you salute. Shoving the text into your bag you're practically skipping out the door he stifles a laugh.

Life wasn't going too bad. You weren't flunking your classes, you had a pretty decent job and you got awesome powers from an explosion that really should have killed you. Compared to a few months ago, you were doing great. Your phone dings, probably Cliff telling you not to zone out and show up late again. You pull out the phone, and the screen saver of the male has you stopping in your tracks. For a while you just stare at it. It's not until someone bumps your shoulder that you knock out of the daze. You shrug it off, sending a reply as you tuck it in.

"Five Months."

It still feels unreal to you. The heat that rushes through your arm startles you a little. You rush to the bathroom. The minute you get into a stall you're gripping your right arm.

"Damn it, stop, stop, stop!!" you're a bit panicked. It's been a while since that happened. There's a constant reminder about these powers. You can't ever afford to lose control. Breathing frantically, you try to focus on something, anything but the growing despair that has risen the moment you stared at that picture. 

"One..two..three." you keep reciting it in your head. It takes a while, but the familiar azure tendrils are no longer erupting from your skin. They seem to slip back into your veins. The light vanishes as if it wasn't even there and you sigh, leaning your head on the side in relief. That was very close. Wouldn't be the best if any of the other students caught you, hands glowing. Since most of Central City cops had a shoot first ask questions later policy when it came to metas, you tried not to let any more close calls occur if you can help it.

Can't do much saving if you end up in a body bag. Your body feels altogether normal again, so you open the door, walking out a bit shakily. 

"Get yourself together M. Don't wanna show up to work looking like a crazy person."

That's far better than blowing shit up in your opinion. A lot of your abilities are yet to be discovered. You honestly thought by now you had a much better handle, but your emotions connected you to them. Making it that much more risky. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally hurt someone.

"Hey." you blink, turning at the girl that approached you at the sink.

"H-Hi?" you're a bit confused. "Listen, I have no idea what you're taking but can I have some?"

"Taking..."

Wow. So she's thinking you're doing some kind of drugs. With the performance you just gave in the stall, you can see where she's coming from.

"Sorry, can't help you. Stay in school and don't do drugs." you advise rushing out.

"Oh come on, sharing is caring!!!"

Safe to say you avoided that particular bathroom for a while.

~~~~~~

"I'm here!!" Cliff knows better than to be surprised at your tardiness. "What did I say about being a late kid?"