I looked at all the expectant people; they gossiped, taking pictures, and bothering me even more. Everybody is going to talk about this all weekend.
"I can trust you not to blabber about this, right?" She nodded.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
I let out a shaky breath. I'm about to tell her my biggest secret.
"I found my soulmate."
"..."
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I kept picking at the dead skin around my fingernails all the way home. I didn't notice until somebody gasped, making me aware of what I was doing. I hid my hands in my pockets.
'Can't make a scene. Can't make a scene, Izuku! You can't lose it here! Just get home! Get home!' I internally screamed.
I could not stop thinking about the posts, Mina, Uraraka, and just everybody. Once All Mights gets wind of this, he'll probably integrate until I slip up or give me longer training sessions because I've ruined the prestige of being his student.
I got home from that whole fiasco. I couldn't even eat. I went to my room, shutting myself in. I took everything off, just trying to think of something else, but nothing was working. I got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my waist, and I grabbed my phone, looking at all the comments.
They read.
"Midoryia and Uraraka become the Ultimate Power Couple?!?!?🥳"
"🫢Can't believe it our dream couple together finally!!!!"
'Those weren't that bad. I looked around more. The comments were good too. That's great. That's great.' I thought of scrolling more on the student page.
The comments.
"They don't look right, they're practically the same height, they don't match at all.
"Are we being serious right now that Pick Me 🤮doesn't deserve her?"
"That freckled fuck doesn't deserve our goddess!"
They kept getting worse.
"That bastard wouldn't know the first thing about handling her."
"He's so scrawny he puts us alphas to shame." There were already 300+ comments under this post.
I just put my phone down, everything is going to be alright. It's going to be alright!
I got out of the bathroom, going to my room once more. I tossed my phone on my bed. I grabbed clothes and slipped into them. I grabbed some of my homework. This was a great distraction.
I started working on it. I was doing well, but there was always a notification from my phone racking up my anxiety more.
'I just need to ignore it. Ignoring it is best. Just ignore it!'
While I did my homework, I kept looking back at the buzzing phone. Making my nerves worse. I became fidgety, but I'm determined to finish my homework. My work gave me an outlet to calm down. Soon, I couldn't hear the constant buzzing. But before I knew it, I was done with all of my homework. There was nothing else for me to do.
I heard the buzzing even more now.
'What am I supposed to do?'
Maybe eat something. Good idea. I left for the kitchen looking for food. There were no leftovers, so I went to the cupboard and grabbed a pack of instant noodles. I pulled the packet off the bowl, filling it with water, and placed it in the microwave. My eyes wandered around. There wasn't much to do, and Mom wasn't here. I finished my work. Was there anything else? Tv! I looked at the time it still had 2 minutes left.
I swear it was longer than that.
I grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. The first thing I saw was the weather forecast. A distraction.
I heard the beeping from the microwave. I sat at the dining room table, eating as slowly as possible. It was going to rain tomorrow. So that eliminates some plans.
Then the new cutscene is the commercial. I picked up my bowl, throwing it away and cleaning up.
"I am here!" My heart jumped.
I looked around, not seeing my teacher anywhere, until I looked at the screen. I sighed, turning the channel.
"I am here!" Another All Might commercial, I changed the TV channel again.
"I am—!" It happened again.
"—here!" And again.
"I am here!" And again.
This was a sign. It has to be. He knew what happened. I ran upstairs. I need to look at my phone. I opened my door there was my phone still buzzing loudly.
I grabbed it, opening it. The first thing I see.
"I swear he has to be sleeping with the instructors."
I pressed the comments for this post.
"Woah, where is this coming from?!?"
"Hellooo😱"
"Are we sure you're talking about the same person here?🤨"
The same person from the beginning stated, "I mean everyone treats him like some flower of the school. I'm not the only one noticing this. He's only in the top 100 in school when comes to capability, academics, and popularity. But the school is already advertising for his career like it's set in stone, he will graduate."
Someone added, " I noticed that they treat with so much favoritism, it's unfair."
"They treat him like some omega if you ask me?" Another added.
'How do they know!'
I scrolled more, and it has gotten worse. The comments were spiraling out of control. I swear I didn't tell anybody. I never told anybody that secret.
How could they know?
Were they stocking me?
I turned to my place, looking through my room. I looked through every nook and cranny five times.
Maybe he's lying?
They couldn't be. Why would they assume something like that?
I paced around the room, trying to come up with a solution.