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

Part 2: Chapter 10.

"You got anything better? Please, share." I rolled my eyes at the boy.

"No... But I heard Jirou talk about a concert." I raised my brows, intrigued.

"Really? That's not bad, actually..." Deep in thought, I remembered our times playing together.

"Yeah. It's just finding enough people to play instruments."

"Hmmm... That's true. I mean, I play guitar, and I know Jirou can play bass, not sure about anyone else though." I looked around the room, trying to think of anyone. Until I was met with Deku looking straight back, obviously overhearing our conversation.

"You know, Kacchan's mum made him take drum lessons for years-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEKU!!" He grabbed the poor boy by his collar. I used my quirk to force Katsuki to release Deku, returning him to the position he was in a few seconds before.

"We have a drummer now!" I smiled, and Katsuki growled, ignoring me.

"I've never seen you use your new quirk..." Deku mumbled, pulling out his notebook and flipping to a certain page. I raised a brow, watching the boy scribble and mutter away to himself.

"So how does it work?" His eyes practically gleamed, pen in hand.

"Well, I can reverse people, and/or the environment around them. So I can reverse time on stuff, and reverse time in general." I answered, not used to this from him.

"Any limitations?"

"I can go back about 12 seconds now, before hurting myself with it. And I need to be near a quartz clock; but really, all I need is a quartz crystal with some electricity running through it." He scrawled in the book, as I tapped my watch to show him.

"Can you go forwards?"

"Yes, but not to a point in time that I haven't experienced. So I can go backwards then forwards, but I can't go to the future." He wrote the last passage, then slammed his book shut.

"Thank you, L/N!" I smiled lightly, nodding at the boy.

"It's alright."

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"Do we actually have any idea why she's still sick?" I laid back on Shouta's bed, throwing my yoyo up and down at the ceiling. He tapped away at his laptop on the desk.

"Not really. She had another fit today though." He sighed, clearly worried for the girl.

"Oh. Poor Eri..." I fiddled with my hands.

"In other news, what did you think of having a concert for the festival?" He asked.

"Huh? Is that what they decided?" I half mumbled. I could practically see his eyes rolling through the back of his head.

"I knew you weren't paying attention. But, yes. Are you going to play?" I thought carefully, not really knowing.

"Uhh, I don't know if I can do that in front of so many people. But maybe I will, just for kicks I guess." The thought of me playing in front of all those people terrified me... yet excited me at the same time.

"You should. You'll enjoy it, and your friends will too." The man reasoned with me.

"And I'd like to bring Eri to the festival. I want her to experience something fun, and normal. It would make her world if she saw her hero up on the stage."

My head shot up. If I did this... it would make her happy?

"I'll do it." I affirmed. He shut his laptop and turned to face me.

"That's good to hear." He got up, and sat next to me on the bed. Shouta wrapped a loving arm around me, gently pushing my head onto his shoulder.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" He whispered. I felt myself turn beet red.

"There- there's not much to be proud of..."

"What're you talking about? You've been handling things so well recently." I looked at my watch- a painful reminder of aforementioned 'things'.

"...Yeah." I tried to battle the negative thoughts that would surely come. He kissed me, before going to get up. I laid back down, pulling out my phone.

"SHIT!" A loud crash resided through the room. I launched myself out of bed to see Aizawa sprawled out on the floor- he slowly lifted his head to reveal his nose gushing with blood.

"What the- Oh my God!" I said, getting down to help him.

"Ti- tissues." He managed to get out, blood now filling his mouth. I ran to the bathroom, grabbing a roll of toilet paper, before getting to thinking; this was gonna leave a nasty scar, and that nose looked so fucked up that we'd have to go to the emergency room. I left the paper and ran back to the room.

"Actually- wait." I held his face, and with all my strength, turned time back 2 minutes for his face. A sharp pain resonated in my skull.

"Huh-" He touched his now healed nose to see no blood on his fingers.

"That- that's amazing, Y/N, that was much longer than usual... But why does my body still ache?"

"I just did it on your face, I thought if I do a small area then I could reverse it even further?" I shrugged. My head throbbed, however- one consequence of overusing my power.

"Wow... thank you, Y/N." He stood up, still shocked at how I'd healed him. The ringing of his phone interrupted us, as the black haired man went to answer.

"Yes?" He turned around, speaking into it. After a minute or so, he hung up.

"She's just had a very bad fit... Just a few minutes ago..." He looked at me; already knowing what this meant.

"...Oh."

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A/N

What could this mean?! How will Eri recover?! Find out next time!

Oh, and sorry for slow uploads. Been doing 5 days a week at work, and it's pretty shit. Sorry :(

Love,

Wyatt.