Pull Chapter 94: The Final Day

“What luck is this?!” you thought as you clicked on ‘reply email’, “this is my out!” 

You started to tap out your reply, expressing your interest and thanks, and asking what day he would like you to attend for your interview.

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You were now into your final week at UA and no one, except Nezu, knew about your imminent departure.

The principal of My Hero Academy had replied your email and everything was set for you to have the interview in Washington on the Friday immediately following your completion at UA on Thursday.

Aizawa had still been thinking about what the passenger had said to him on the night he had saved you and the others from the gun attack, and he was trying to find the right time- as well the right words, to adequately apologize to you and to ask if you two could start over again. 

It was Wednesday. One more day to go till you left UA.

“Ah! Miss L/N,” principal Nezu greeted you in the hall on Wednesday morning outside  Hizashi’s classroom, “did my friend from America get in contact with you?”

“Yes, he did!” you said with a smile, “thank you very much for recommending me.”

“It is my pleasure,” Nezu replied, looking up at you, “although it was a difficult email for me to write, I do appreciate your expertise and I wanted to help my friend out in his particular situation.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you said to him, “I have the interview on Friday.”

“Well, I do wish you all luck,” Nezu replied as he passed you and headed down the hall, “do be sure to say hello to him for me.”

“I will!” you said brightly, continuing on your way.

As you and Nezu walked in opposite directions, Hizashi poked his head out of his classroom door and looked at your back as you walked away.

“What was all that about?” He wondered.

You kept walking and entered the staff room, stiffening a bit when you saw Aizawa there.

Silently you passed him and walked to your desk then sat down and pulled some papers out.

It was just the two of you alone and you tried not to be bothered by it… but you were…

As you worked, you heard Aizawa clear his throat.

“It’s been an easy morning,” Aizawa commented from his desk.

“Mmmm,” you hummed in acknowledgment.

Silence again.

Then Aizawa got up and walked over to you.

“May I have a word?” he asked in a low voice.

You looked up at him and clenched your jaw then relaxed it.

“About?” 

“Us,” he said.

Your heart did a forward roll and bounced into your lung, making it hard for you to breathe as it chucked a tantrum in there. 

“I’m sorry,” you replied darkly, “I no longer want to discuss anything like that with you. If you don’t want to talk professionally then you can leave.”

“I understand how you’re feeling—,”

“No. You do not.” You replied with lowkey anger as you pushed a hand onto the desk and stood up to glare at him. “I have moved on. Please leave.”

Your heart was hurting.

His heart was hurting.

But he respectfully stepped back and turned away, heading back to his desk.

He knew he had hurt you… and it seemed like it was beyond redemption now.

“I do deserve this… for everything I’ve done to her. I have been very unfair. It looks like I’ve left my run too late,” he thought, regretfully sitting back at his desk and continuing his work while you sat back down at your desk and scrunching your nose up with distain.

Angry at him, and angry at yourself.

“One more day and I’m done. Just one more day…”

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Thursday morning, you left your apartment- your bag for your trip, all packed and read to go for the flight on Friday morning.

With a heavy heart you walked to the bus stop then headed on to school for the final time.

It was almost like you were hyper aware of everything that cool morning…

Had the gates always been that big? Had the front steps always sounded like that when you walked up them to head inside, had the birds always sung so loudly?

The soft ‘tick’ ‘tick’ ‘tick’ of your heels on the corridor flooring made the lump in your throat grow as you walked the halls for the final time.

You really just wanted to grab your things and leave already, it was painful enough knowing this was your last day and on top of that, you were having to pretend to be happy- just like this was any other ordinary Thursday morning.

You entered the staff room and grabbed a pile of papers to start grading but then stopped.

“I don’t need to be doing this anymore… after today I’m not going to be a teacher here so there’s no point starting. This is going to be Aizawa’s problem… or the next assistant teacher’s problem.”

While sitting there, you wondered what the reactions would be when the staff and students found out about you leaving.

What would Aizawa say? Would he care? 

Would he get a new assistant?

Your mind conjured up a beautiful woman who would take your place as Aizawa’s assistant and you immediately paired her and Aizawa, inserting her into all the intimate situations you had been in with Aizawa yourself and your blood boiled.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” a voice snapped you out of your daydream.

“Sorry! Yes?” you squeaked, “yes? Oh… hi Hizashi.”

“That was a terrifying face you were pulling,” he said with a loud laugh, “I’d hate to be on the receiving end of whatever you were thinking about.”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know I was pulling a face,” you apologized, trying to relax.

“Big day ahead?” he asked as he sat his bag down on the desk.

“Ahh, nothing unusual… just same old same old,” you replied vaguely, “I think we have ‘history of the hero’ today.”

“Oh! Yes, I remember that one,” Hizashi said, “it’s usually followed up with ‘the hero today’, isn’t it? Is that tomorrow’s lesson?”

“Uhh… I don’t know?” you replied. You hadn’t bothered the check the schedule for Friday because you weren’t going to be there.

“Are you slacking on your work, Miss L/N?” he asked cheekily, “Aizawa isn’t going to be happy when you don’t know what the lesson plans are for the next day!”

At that moment, Aizawa arrived and you looked at him.

“Yes. That one is tomorrow,” he said blandly.

“Ah! I knew it!” Hizashi said, “see, I make an amazing assistant.”

“Miss L/N and I are doing quite well by ourselves, thank you,” Aizawa replied him.

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