*Time Skip*
*(Y/N) POV*

I can feel someone staring at me...

I had come to a good while ago, and my body throbbed and ached, but I wasn't willing to open my eyes. I could feel a presence, and I wasn't stupid. I knew exactly who was sitting beside me.

"Are you finished playing your little game, (Y/N)?" Aizawa asked quietly, the frustration apparent in his voice.

"No...No I am not..." I mumbled, trying to roll over. Bad idea. My tailbone felt as though someone was twisting a Bowie knife straight through the middle, and I whimpered pitifully. A cool hand brushed across my forehead and I decided I may as well open my eyes.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Surprisingly, my brothers face was soft, and he just continued to run his hand up through my tangled (H/C) hair as I tried to focus.
"It totally was..." I grunted, trying to stay at still as possible.

I'm so dead...

"You know you're an absolute idiot, don't you?" Aizawa murmured whilst shifting closer. His eyes were redder than usual, and the bags were much darker.

"I'm pretty sure you've mentioned that once or twice..." I sighed, not having the energy to form any witty comebacks. "How long was I out?" He glanced between my face and the clock.

"About twenty five hours..." He replied, and I shot up in the bed, ignoring the way my body retaliated.

"WHAT?! HE KNOCKED MY ASS OUT FOR OVER A FULL DAY?!" I screeched, covering my mouth when I saw how my voice made my brother cringe. "Well...that particular quirk does take a lot out of me...and I haven't used it for a long time..." Aizawa stood up and seated himself next to me on the bed. His arm settled over my shoulders and he pulled me to lean into his side, which I gladly accepted.

"Speaking of...that..." He started slowly. "...I know you meant well...but there were a lot of questions from the class...I just had to tell them that some kids end up with a dual quirk...Todoroki was quick to confirm that, because of his fire and ice...and I guess in your case your calming quirk is natural...but...(Y/N)...you cannot show them anything else. I had my ass handed to me by Nezu about this...and believe me, All Might was put in his place, too..." He sounded solemn, and I felt guilt wash over me like a cold shower. "You know what will happen if you don't follow the rules set for you..."

"Yeah...I'm sorry...I just...he lost it...and..." I breathed out shakily, wanting to just get up and forget anything had happened.
"I know...but if they think you're not taking this seriously they're going to take you away...I won't lose you again..." His arm tightened around me for a second before it relaxed once more.

"Anyway, speaking of Bakugou, he skipped class today. He's been sitting outside the infirmary. Even when I dragged him away he came storming back...so I'm gonna tell him he can come in now." With that, Aizawa pulled away from me and started towards the door.

"W..wait! I...I don't wanna see him! Y..you know he'll ask questions, and-"

"You need to face the consequences of what happened. So does he. Your quirk left him pretty confused, (Y/N), so be mature about this and deal with it, okay?" He wasn't being stern this time. His words were gentle, and I knew he was right.

But...I don't...

"I love you. I'll see you after class to take you home." Not leaving me in opportunity to argue, he slid the door open and left.

Why can't I ever say it back?

I could hear him mumble something to Bakugou, and in an instant the boy was tearing through the door, expression unreadable.

"H..hey, Poprocks...Fancy seeing you here..." I chuckled nervously as he stalked closer. I expected him to scream at me, or at least glare daggers, but what came out of his mouth made me freeze.

"I'm...sorry..." He cast his gaze to the floor, and if I hadn't been confined to a bed, I would have fallen along with it.

He's apologising?! What even is this? Is this a joke? Did my quirk scramble that hot head of his?!

"I..it's okay...I was the one who jumped in the middle of things..." I said quietly, hanging my head. "...You just...scared me..." Bakugou came to stand beside my bed, and I could see his hand coming to sit awkwardly on the edge of the blanket.

"What the hell was that, anyway? What you...did..." That's what I had wanted to avoid.
"Oh...I...uh...it's called Serenity...it's...basically a quirk that let's me instantly calm people...It varies in strength depending on how I touch someone...A poke will just ease them a slightly...or...how I hugged you, I guess...um..."

Shit...this is awkward as heck...

"It felt freakin' weird..." Bakugou huffed, tapping his fingers on the sheet by my knee. "...but it worked...I guess..." Bringing my gaze up, I was met by those smouldering crimson eyes. They weren't angry, but they were cautious.

"S..sorry...I wasn't supposed to use it...and I guess that's why I've been dead to it the last twenty four hours...It's exhausting..." I went to lay back down, but the twinge of pain in my back made me squeak out loud.

Shit...

"I messed you up pretty bad again, didn't I?" The way he spoke was prideful, but it was blatantly fake. Shrugging, I held myself in an awkward position, not wanting to feel that awful sensation again.

"What gave you that idea?" I bit back, voice oozing with sarcasm. Carefully, and coming as a complete shock to me, he reached out before coming to a hovering stop a few inches from my body.

"C..can I...help you?" He wouldn't look me in the eyes, and his cheeks were dusted a faint peachy hue. "I..know you hate being touched..." Analysing him for a few moments, I nodded cautiously before bracing myself. His hands were like heat packs, and the way he shifted me was as though I was made of the most fragile substance. It was completely out of character.

"Your...hands are warm..." I didn't mean to say it out loud, but the moment I did, the warmth was snatched away.
"Well...you're fucking freezing...cold-ass bitch..." He grunted, pocketing his hands and kicking at the ground.

Does this kid have any social etiquette at all?! I'm more pleasant than he is, and I was detached from society for nearly half my life!

"Look...was there a reason you waited for me to wake up, or not? I know you play the bad boy act, but you're not exactly someone who'd skip class for no valid reason..." I asked with a small yawn, watching his jaw tighten.

"I didn't wait for ya...like I'd do that..." He huffed, before sitting down on the seat Aizawa had left vacant.
"Sure...then why-"

"Where were you before you came here?" He interrupted me with a question that I detested. I couldn't blame him for being curious, but it upset me because I couldn't tell him the truth. I didn't even know why I wanted to tell him the truth.

"Well..." I rolled my tongue around inside my mouth as I thought. "...Shota's a pro...I guess, when I was little...he didn't have the time to look after me...so I had to live elsewhere...but he decided it was time for me to come back..."

Oh boy, I don't sound believable at all...

Bakugou glared at me for a while before clicking his tongue, but he said nothing to retort it.
"And the touching shit?" There was an overwhelming intensity in his eyes as he waited for an answer, and I wished I could have just warped away so I didn't have to say anything.

"That..."

Hands...all those hands...

"...isn't something I..." I felt a slight pressure on top of my head, and my mouth went dry. Bakugou was leaning over and had placed his hand on my scalp, very lightly, but the heat of his hand came as a shock.

"Does that bother you, Blinky?" He asked rather harshly, his use of a weird nickname irking me out more than his actions.

Why...doesn't it bother me..?

My chest had manifested a super speed quirk as it drummed relentlessly in my chest, and I couldn't fight against the prickling heat in my face.

"N..not really..." I murmured, suddenly finding my plain white sheets very interesting. His hand lingered before pulling away, and he leant back in his chair with one leg crossed over his knee.
"What if I was Shitty Hair?" He asked flatly.

"It...might..."

"Round Face?"

"Yeah..?"

"Alien bitch?"

"Yes."

"The perverted grape?"

"He needs to be locked up...Why are you asking-"

"Then why am I okay?" I tensed. "Why don't I mess you up like the others do?" It was strange not hearing him yell. The attitude was still there, but it was coated with genuine curiosity, which had me fighting my brain for an answer.

"That's...a damn good question..." I furrowed my brow. "I don't actually know...you just...don't..." He looked unimpressed, but his lips remained sealed in his patented grimace.

You're...different...

"Well, I'm bored as shit...mind giving me a...hand..? I wanna go back to class..." I nervously held my hand out, wanting to escape our awkward conversation as quickly as possible. He quirked a brow, looking at me as though I was insane.

"Don't go bitching at me when it hurts..." He muttered as he took my hand. I was going to just pull myself up, but he stood and basically plucked me off the bed. I was basically weightless to him, and I internally screeched at his touch.

Why does it make me feel all...feely?!

He was right about the pain. Standing was a ridiculous effort, but I managed. I was wearing my uniform skirt; I assumed my brother has changed me into it, but my top half was covered by the awkward blue infirmary gown.

"Uh...can you help me find my shirt..?" I asked sheepishly, still clinging to his arm for support. I hadn't even realised, but he was refusing to make eye contact with me.
"I don't know where the hell you put it..." He snapped quietly, not pulling his arm away from my grip.

"I didn't put it anywhere, you Easy Bake Oven Gone Wrong...If you recall, I was knocked out trying to stop your damn hissy fit..." I barked back, pouting my lips. "I bet Sho took it so I wouldn't sneak off..." It made sense. Ever since I had returned, he'd been trying to control my every move. Walking home on my own was a major luxury, so it didn't surprise me in the slightest to think that he swiped my shirt to keep me from straying from the infirmary.

"Well...you're screwed. Have fun wasting your day in here, brat..." Bakugou tried to pull his arm away, but I wasn't having that at all. I tightened my grip, humming as I thought and blocking out his unflattering swears.

"Give me your uniform jacket." I didn't ask. I ordered him, and that didn't sit well with the aggressive teen.

"Like hell I'm letting some little shit like you wear my clothes!" He managed to pull away this time, and I had to catch myself in the side of the bed, wincing slightly.

There's gotta be a bruise...oh, wait...I could always play the victim...

"You owe me, Barbie-Q...this is gonna take a few days to clear up, ya know..." I turned and lifted the back of the blue gown to reveal a nasty, almost black bruise, a large blob over my tailbone and trailing up along my spine. I hadn't expected it to be quite so bad. "...Not exactly heroic..." I mumbled under my breath, but I was only met with a low, guttural growl before something flew into my face.

"I swear to god, if you do the tit thing to it I'll kill you..." He said grumpily as he crossed his arms and turned to face the wall.
"T..tit thing?" I had no idea what he was on about, but began to get changed, ultra wary of his presence.

Thank god I'm wearing a sports bra...

"You know...that thing when bitches like you wear guy shirts...they stretch the chest out with their...you know...tits..." I could see his ears blazing and I snorted, rolling my (E/C) eyes as I buttoned the uniform jacket up.

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any more immature..." I scoffed. "Okay, it's big...but...thank you, I guess..." It felt weird wearing his clothes. He was a fair bit taller than me, and much, much broader thanks to those muscles of his, so it felt more like a dress on me. My skirt was barely visible under the hem, and the poor boy nearly blew a fuse when he turned around.

"Fff..." His eyes were wide, but quickly narrowed and dodged my gaze. "You owe me, bitch..." I reached out and grabbed his arm again, this time feeling his skin, and it made my head spin.

Why is it you..?

"Actually, this will count as what you owe me for banging me up...again..." I pointed out as we began to walk out of the sterile room. He kept a slow pace, and he just stared straight ahead down the corridor. I moved my hand to brush a stray (H/C) strand from my face, and couldn't help but take a small whiff of his clothing. "Uh...why does your uniform smell like a meth lab?" He jerked his head to scowl at me before curling his lip to show his teeth.

"It ain't my fault that I sweat nitroglycerin..." He hissed, before his eyes narrowed even more. "...and how the hell do you know what a meth lab smells like?!"

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"Why did I even think for a moment you'd listen to me?" We had happened to run into Aizawa just as he was about to enter the classroom for the final session, and I folded my arms to enhance my look of agitation.

"Beats me. You didn't have to steal my clothes, either! I smell like burnt sugar..." I cast a quick glance to Bakugou, who was huffing at my side. "...or rather, salt..."

"Fuck you..."

"Wow, at least take me on a date, first..." The tension between us was almost visible, and Aizawa just heaved a long, exasperated sigh and shook his head.

"Youth disgusts me...hurry up and sit down..." I managed to walk into the classroom without Bakugou's help, but wanted to run straight back out when I remembered what I was about to face.

"(Y/N)! You're alive!" Mina, Kirishima and Kaminari all but squealed in unison, jumping from their seats and racing towards me. I held up my hands defensively and flashed a quick, nervous smile.

"Careful! I'm still really fu...freakin' sore...I just didn't wanna sit around for the rest of the day staring at the ceiling..." I screwed my face up as Mineta dashed dangerously close to my body, pointing at my lower half.

"Guys! I don't think she's wearing a ski-" The little purple creeper went flying as Bakugou punted him across the room with a fierce kick, where he ended up bouncing off the wall and landing with a thud on the floor.

"Perverted purple tumor..." The ashen blond muttered under his breath, and I had to stifle my giggle.
"Are you wearing Kacchan's shirt, (Y/N)?" Midoriya's little shrub-head popped out from behind Mina and I felt my cheeks begin to burn.

Yes, and I'm not giving it back...wait...what?!

"Recovery Girl made me...the brat wanted to come back to class and I was at the wrong place at the wrong time..." Bakugou grunted sourly. He didn't make a move to head to his desk, just hovered beside me, bristling with annoyance.

"What about that quirk trick you pulled yesterday, though? That was...surprising, to say the least." Momo caught our attention with the inevitable question and I instinctively turned to Aizawa, begging with my eyes for him to tell everyone to take their seats and begin the lesson. He simply shrugged and climbed into his sleeping bag, shutting out the classroom with one yank of the zipper.

You traitorous bastard...

"Yeah! Could you show us?!" The hovering garments of Toru bounced in front of me and I took a small, aching step back.

"I'd...rather not pass out again...I'm still not completely recovered..." I murmured shyly whilst scuffing my shoe against the floor.

"It's an interesting quirk...It pairs well with your erasing. How exactly does it work?" I peered over at the half-and-half boy, who was sitting at his desk, head leaning in his palm.

So he's hot and cold...and hot...

"W..well..." I started to move towards my seat, and thankfully nobody got in my way. "...basically, if I focus on someone's anger or fear...I can nullify it instantly...but I guess the weight of whatever issue the person has comes down on me physically...so it's harder on my body the worse the emotion is..."

...and Bakugou's was like a goddamn anvil...

"So, if it's a small issue...say, for example, I was scared of a horror film or something, it wouldn't cause you too much exhaustion?" Todoroki asked, his heterochromic eyes following me across the room.

"Pretty much...but then, if someone was completely overcome with fear...maybe a civilian who had just witnessed something like...a death...or something...I'd come close to passing out...or I actually would...depending on my stamina at the time..." Tokoyami pulled my seat out for me and I nodded in thanks, sitting down and arching my back a little to try to ease the pain.

Can we stop with the questions? I don't wanna deal with this...

"That's so awesome! So, can I come to you when I'm nervous for an exam?!" Kaminari asked excitedly, nearly knocking Bakugou out of the way. I hadn't even realised the explosive blond had followed me to my desk.

"Man, you don't need anyone else tampering with your brain...it's fried enough already!" Jirou snickered, arms stretched out behind her head.

"Can we just shut up about her dumb quirk, already?! It's annoying!" Bakugou's palms began to burst with tiny crackles, aimed towards our electrified classmate. "The brat just woke up after a full damn day...her brain's probably more fried than his!"

Ex-fucking-scuse you?

"Aw, thanks for the concern, Char-grill..." I cooed teasingly.
"See? She's used that name for me already. She's a lost cause." With that, he sauntered to his own desk and sat down, kicking his feet up. My jaw dropped for a moment before it closed to form an impressed smirk.

Touché...

"Mr. Aizawa, sir? Are we going to move ahead with the lesson?" Iida's voice broke through the chatter and my brother wriggled out from behind the desk, still encased in his bag.

"I'm tired from all your yammering. Just study your notes until the end of class. We'll pick up again tomorrow..." He retreated back to his original place and I groaned, knowing full well I'd get an earful once we got home.

Hopefully Hizashi comes over to keep his mouth busy...
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***Things are gonna start to get more interesting, I swear! My brain isn't functioning well with all these headaches and stress about what the heck is wrong with me, but I'm trying haha :3
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And ALSO...Down with Purple Grape Boi***