Pull Chapter 15: Capture The Flag Preparations

“Why is he reading my research paper?!” you hissed at the loud blond, “is he doing background checks? I swear I’m clean. I’ve got my police check thing right here to prove I’ve never done any time in jail.”

You reached for your phone and unlocked it then accidentally clicked on the Internet icon instead of the documents folder and the last page you had visited popped up on the screen – plain as day for Hizashi to see.

“Hero: Eraserhead?” he mused out loud when he saw what site you were on, “hey, hey! Well isn’t this interesting?”

With extreme embarrassment you quickly hit the home button and put your phone away.

“I… I just… I—,”

“Secret is safe with me!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms out with a big smile, “you two are a great match! You’re both doing internet searches on each other.”

Your form prickled with euphoria that you were both as interested in each other you and looked away, hiding the embarrassed look on your face- along with the secret smile at the knowledge that Aizawa had been researching you as well.

“So umm,” you asked hesitantly, clearing your throat before looking back at Hizashi, “what did he say about my paper?”

“He was impressed by it and that’s saying something because he doesn’t just say he’s impressed by something if he isn’t.” the blond said knowingly.

“That’s true,” you mused.

Before you could say anything else Aizawa entered the room.

“Y/N,” he called in his teacher voice as he entered, making your head whip towards him with fright.

“Yes?” you said, a little too quickly, like you had just been caught in the middle of something.

“We’re doing a capture the flag game this afternoon. I will need you to captain the other team,” he said in his straightforward tone.

“Will I be participating? Or just standing by?” you asked.

“Participating,” he stated.

“Are you kidding me?” you deadpanned, “I’m not prepared for capture the flag, I’m dressed to teach a class.” You pointed at your beautifully pressed shirt and skirt.

Are you saying you are not capable of taking me and my team down in your teachers uniform?” he asked, lowkey making a cheeky dig at you with a dead straight face.

“No, I’m saying I should at least give you fighting chance by being in a more flexible outfit,” you retorted with a smirk.

A small smirk pulled at his lips as his tired eyes half-lidded slightly.

“Figured you would say something like that,” he remarked, “that’s why I have spoken to support to ask if they have anything suitable for you to wear for the game.”

“Oh?” you asked with surprise, “ok, where is support? I’ll go and talk to them.”

“They’re downstairs. Second door on your left when you reach the end of the flight of stairs.”

“Ok, thanks.”

You stood up and walking past him to the door. As you approached the door frame you stopped and looked back over your shoulder at him to say something but faltered when you saw that he was watching you, which flustered you a bit, making you flub your next line to him.

“G-Get ready to lose, Aizawa,” you teased.

He huffed through his nose with slight amusement. “Give it your best shot,” he replied.

You gave him a devious smile then continued out the door and down to support.

As you walked down the flight of stairs to the next level you could hear a lot of noise coming  from inside the second door to the left and you paused slightly at the door before knocking.

Just as you lifted your arm to knock, a loud explosion rang out from inside the room and the door was blown off its hinges.

Reflexively you threw your arms up in front of your face and activated your quirk, making your arms expand out- like a soft shield, to cover yourself from the flying debris that was peppering away on the other side of your body made armor.

As you maintained your position something hard catapulted into your arms and your soft shield wrapped around the object to catch it.

You took a few steps back and lowered your arms down, placing the object on the floor before retracting your arms to normal size again and looking down to see what this thing was that had launched into your arms.

You were surprised to see a student lying there- presumably the person who had caused the explosion, as she was covered in grit and ash.

“Are you ok?” you asked her, quickly kneeling down beside her to check vitals signs.

“Yes, I’m fine! That’s just baby number 50, she’s prone to doing that,” the girl laughed, “never know what you’re gonna get with her.”

“Sounds dangerous?” you sweatdropped, offering your hand to help her up once you had gotten to your feet.

“Oh, it’s nothing!” she replied with youthful exuberance, “I love what I do. My name is Mei Hatsume. I’m in support.”

“Lovely to meet you, Hatsume, my name is Miss L/N, I’m the assistant teacher for hero class 1-A,” you replied.

“Oh! Aizawa’s assistant! Yes, he told me to expect you, please come in,” she bubbled, dusting herself down before turning and skipping back into the ruined room.

You watched her go, very hesitant to follow her at that point because of the absolute carnage inside the workshop but forced yourself to step forward, one foot gingerly paced in front of the other as you stepped over things to get inside.

“He told me all about your quirk so I have made you a skin tight suit that can stretch as far as you can!” she said excitedly.

“How exactly do you know how far I can stretch?” you quizzed her.

“Aizawa told me!” she replied with a bright smile.

“And how does HE know how far I can stretch?” you wondered.

You just nodded silently and watched her rummage through a clothing pile in the cupboard and pull out a [favourite colour] suit that covered you from neck to ankle but was extremely tight fitting.

“Please tell me it was just coincidence that the suit HAPPENS to be my favourite colour, how the hell did he know I liked [F/C]?”

Hatsume held out the outfit to you and bounced on her toes a little as she waited impatiently for you to take it.

“Please try it on!” she implored, “change room is this way.”

She quickly zipped around behind you and placed her hands between your shoulder blades, directing you towards the small change room in the corner of the workshop.

“Y-you’re not going to be doing any more… exploding… while I’m here, are you?” you asked nervously as you entered the change room.

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