Pull Chapter 80: Nemuri Is Queen

Making a detour, you walked very quickly to the staff room and slid the door open then closed.

“Oh my god,” you wailed, placing your hands over your face, “get it together.”

“Honey, what’s happened?” the voice of Nemuri asked from behind you.

Shocked and mortified that someone was there in the staff room, you removed your hands quickly to look up at her, mascara and lipstick running and smeared all over your face.

“Oh wow,” she said with surprise, “you look a mess, what happened?”

“I… I can’t say,” you hiccuped, trying to wipe just under your eyes to remove the excess make up as you composed yourself.

“Can I help?”

“I don’t think so,” you replied, bottom lip quivering again, “I’ll be ok, I just need a moment.”

“Take all the moments you need, but come over here. I can’t let you leave the staff room looking like this,” she said, turning and sashaying back to her desk where she pulled out her top drawer that was perfectly set up with every type of makeup you could only dream about. 

“Oh,” you gasped as you walked over, “that’s… impressive…”

“Here,” she said, pulling out some tissues and make up wipes, “clean your face up. Wipe all the make up off and let me start again.”

“Ok, thank you. Let me just centre myself again.” You took the wipes and wiped your face down, taking off as much of the make up as you could, then you blew your nose on the tissues and looked up at the ceiling. 

Taking a big breath in, you closed your eyes and set your face, then exhaled and dropped your head to look at her.

“Queen,” she said with a head nod, “don’t let anything get you down. You’re fierce, amazing and strong, nothing can break you.”

You nodded, blinking back tears.

“Whoever has made you cry, is going to cop an ass-whooping from, first of all- Shouta, then myself, then probably Hizashi and a number of others here,” she said as she opened a bottle of foundation and checked the colour with your skin tone.

When she said Aizawa’s name you grimaced a little and she noticed.

“Mmmm, ok. So Shouta is the issue then. Where is he? I’m going to strangle him with his own scarf and chuckle as he chokes on his own lack of oxygen.”

“I-It’s ok. I just overheard him say something about me. He isn’t himself at the moment so I’ll forgive it… but it still hurt,” you admitted, pulling your lips in between your teeth as Nemuri dabbed the correctly matched foundation to the skin around your mouth.

“Ass,” she mumbled as she worked, “quirk influence or no quirk influence I’m gonna kick his ass. I did it before at our UA sports festival and I’ll do it again.”

“You beat him?” you asked with surprise, “I mean… I’m not surprised, but still!”

He was like a baby dear on ice with that scarf when he first leaned to use it,” she chuckled, applying some winged eyeliner to your eyes, “I could have beat him quickly but torturing him with a slow win was so much more fun.” 

“Well, thank you. That’s made me smile,” you said, giving her a genuine grin.

She smiled back and got some lipstick and applied it to your lips then directed you to close your lips and rub them together to smear it around.

“I love that colour on you,” she commented, “with that colour, you could rule the world. Are you heading back to class now?” 

“Yeah,” you replied, “I’ll go and save Hizashi from class 1-A.”

She chuckled and packed her things away. “I assume, Shouta, is with Recovery Girl then?”

“Yes. I’ve left him there till he can behave,” you replied cheekily.

“Good girl,” she said with a smirk, “now hold your head high. You look amazing.”

“Thank you so much, Nemuri,” you said gratefully, stepping in to give her a hug.

“It’s my pleasure,” she replied, returning your hug, “I hope everything goes well for the rest of today.”

“Same,” you sighed, “I’ll keep you posted.

She nodded and sat back down at her desk. “I’ll be here, marking endless papers.” The sigh on the end of her sentence indicating to you that she was well and truly over it already.

You smiled sympathetically. “Good luck.”

She nodded and waved you off. “Go, Hun.”

You smiled and left, walking a little more purposefully towards the classroom.

The whole class could feel you arrive at the door before you even stepped through and even Hizashi did a double take as you entered and gave him a polite smile then sat down in the side desk chair.

“Ohhh fuck, Miss L/N changed her make up,” Kaminari whispered to M*neta, “damn that colour lipstick looks amazing on her.”

“I’m about to have a nosebleed,” M*neta drooled, “I can imagine that colour painted around my [redacted] as she [redacted] my [redacted]…” 

Just then the hand of Shoji came out of nowhere and smacked the decrepit grape in the back of the head, knocking him out cold in his chair.

“Disgusting,” Sero whispered with a grimace, “absolute scum.”

While M*neta stayed slumped in his seat, unconscious, Hizashi seemed a little distracted by your presence. Thankfully he only had 5 minutes left of class before the bell rang so he didn’t have to focus for too much longer.

He almost sighed audibly when the bell sounded and everyone got up to have a break so you walked up to him to discuss the updates regarding Aizawa.

“How is our lost prince,” Hizashi asked in a not so quiet voice.

“Uh… still lost,” you replied diplomatically, “I’ll be going back to check on him later. Recovery Girl is looking into his… condition… as we speak.”

“What do these students have next?” Hizashi asked.

“I think it’s quirk training in the arena?” you said, looking around and spotting Yaoyorozu standing nearby, waiting to speak with you. You smiled at her and called her over, “Yaoyorozu… what class do you have next?”

“Quirk training, Miss L/N,” she replied.

“I’ll oversee it,” Hizashi said quickly, “you can attend to other things, Miss L/N.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, “I don’t want to interfere with your other plans?” 

“If you allow me to buy you dinner then I’ll call it even,” he said with a giant grin.

You looked at Yaoyorozu then at him and poor Yaoyorozu blushed, feeling very much stuck in the middle of an adult conversation.

“Friendly dinner,” you said quickly, “professional.”

“Yes, of course!” Hizashi said, throwing his arms out wide.

Yaoyorozu relaxed a little then excused herself awkwardly and you looked back at Hizashi.

“That was mildly unprofessional, Hizashi,” you lowkey chided him.

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