My Hero Academia fanfic: Still Here part 7
After a villain attack leaves everyone caught in U.A.ās main school building blind, Class 1-A are told to stay where they are and wait for help.
At first, everyone assumes it will wear off.
It doesnāt.
With no miracle cure coming, Aizawa and his students have to work out what it means to keep going when the future they trained for suddenly feels out of reach.
The guides had been late.
Having no way of checking the time, he hadnāt actually known that until they had appeared at the door and apologized for their tardiness. Aizawa realized he was irritated with them, not for being late, which he was sure was due to being busy helping somebody else, but because theyĀ knewthat they were late. Because they could glance at their watch, or a wall clock, or their phone, and know how far behind schedule they were.
Which was, he was fully aware, irrational and unfair. Especially given that they were there to help, and that until they had apologized, he hadnāt even known.
He kept the nasty, jealous thought to himself, and concentrated on the suddenly challenging act of putting one foot in front of the other.
The corridors were cooler now than when Aizawa had been led through them earlier in the day, on his way to the conference. Heat from the sun no longer streamed in through the windows that lined the walkways.
He considered the time. The guides had been due to arrive at 6.15. They had, according to them, been twenty minutes late. That meant it was after sunset, but probably not yet dark. The sky had been clear blue earlier in the day, which meant that it would have deepened to a dark indigo. It would be paler, and perhaps with streaks of red and gold still, at the horizon, left behind where the sun had sunk out of sight.
He turned his head to the window, not really expecting to see it, but still unreasonably disappointed when nothing changed.
There were three guides. Two women and a man. They had not introduced themselves by name. They had sounded tired and stressed. On another day, Aizawa might have felt sympathy for them for that. Today, he was all out. He assumed that, like Morita, they worked at the school in some capacity, had not been in the affected area, and had now been asked to pitch in by guiding frightened, newly blind teenagers around the building.
Aizawa wished he could say that he didnāt envy them that task, but it turned out that he did.
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