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Lucy had a problem, a serious student problem. It festered in the air, and she couldn't help but feel the discomfort that came with it. If any other teacher's were aware, they hadn't brought it up.
Students were stumbling around the topic, attempts to bring it up being thwarted by one thing or another.
But there was one thing that was certain. She had a student problem, specifically one student.
Walking through to the classroom, careful to not bring attention to her injured leg. Lucy thought over the obvious.
She had a student problem, and she had zero clue what to do.
The problem was; Lucy knew there was a problem, but no one had come to her just to tell her what.
It hung in the air, maybe something else had happened ever since she'd been on sick leave.
"Montgomery," Aizawa glanced towards her, nodding in the direction of the back of the classroom. "We're having a test."
Obliging, she walked across the classroom. Passed desks and bodies. Her fringe twisted around her finger, she wasn't quite sure what she felt.
"As per usual, this is under test conditions. That means no talking under any circumstance. I'm talking to you, Midoriya." The teen tensed, curling in on himself. "And also—"
Aizawa's voice turned into background noise, her eyes looking across the backs of heads.
Lucy was not cut out for being a teacher. She was absolutely not cut out for being a teacher. No way. She was barely not a teenager herself.
How is she supposed to read between the lines of teenagers! Was it related to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint? Had something occured after she disappeared for a couple days on leave?
Continuing her brood at the back of the room, she tapped her foot impatiently. She was peeved, annoyed beyond belief but she couldn't tell exactly why.
The clock ticked, and the test went on without much hindrance. Aside from one instance of cheating she caught, and was going to let it slide if it wasn't for Aizawa zeroing in on it before she did.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.
The bell rang, signalling students to their next period, which happened to be lunch. Knowing that she'd be stuck in the classroom cleaning up, she convinced Aizawa to get her lunch order for her. Not that it took much to do so.
Bodies of students trickled out of the Class A's room.
Leaving Lucy to wipe down the boards. Straighten up some desks that were moved closer to another for socialising sake.
Kaminari and Ashido were lucky that Aizawa didn't stick it to them. It was safe to assume that despite his strict standards, the incident at the USJ left Aizawa just a tiny bit more understanding.
Leaning down and moving properly was still a problem, and there was a piece of paper discarded on the floor.
Damn this broken leg. Maybe she should go visit Shuuzenji?
Lucy adjusted quickly, lifting her foot slightly off the ground, precariously finding a way to pick it up without the struggle of the weight of a thousand Mark's sitting directly on her cast.
A hand stopped her, and picked up the paper for her. She blinked. When had anyone entered the room?
Turning, Lucy stared in slight confusion. She was met with grave faces, and her confusion shifted to worry.
"Ashido, Jirou, Hagekure..." She greets, slowly. Jirou pushes the paper into her hands, and takes a step back. "Uh… Can I do anything for you?"
They looked uncomfortable, standing in ways that were standoffish. Closed off, with arms crossed.
"We wanted to talk with you." Jirou says after a moment of silence, Lucy is quick to agree.
"Okay, sure." She accepts, "What about?"
Jirou is quick to fall silent, and it's Ashido who speaks up next. "It's important. Really important." She says, digging the point in.
Something in the back of Lucy's head pings with slight interest, and all the same concern. Red flags, she notes.
"Alright," Lucy nods, quick to reassure. "You can tell me about anything, I'll listen!" It's an attempt to lighten up their mood, if only a little. It's obvious it doesn't work.
Hagekure, even through her invisibility, is more or less fidgety. She can see it with the way her sleeves move, invisible fingers picking and prodding at loose threads.
"You won't get mad at us, if it's bad. Right?" Hagekure asks, and Lucy feels a tinge of upset fill her skull.
"No, of course not!" She amends, "Like I said, I'll listen to whatever's on your mind."
Noticeably, she can see faces poking in at windows. Some of the other girls in the class. Lucy adjusted her foot, leaning more obviously against a desk. "Do you want to sit down to talk?"
Ashido nods, so does Hagekure. But Jirou stays standing when they pull up chairs. "What's going on?" She questions once more. She didn't want to push them.
The girls shoot a look between one another, like a sense of distrust, and fear comes with them. Towering over. Lucy picks it up by the way they're hunched over, tensed up.
Jirou runs fingers through her hair, twisting her earphone jack with another, soothing. "Sorry."
"Nono– don't apologise!" Lucy waves her hands, "Take your time."
She'd never been known for her patience, in fact, quite the opposite. But even Lucy could comprehend that it was a sore topic.
"Right, right. Uhm. We and the other girls–" Hagekure started, voice twisting with anxiety. "Wanted to bring something up to you. We couldn't tell Mister Aizawa."
Lucy tenses just slightly, something bad enough they couldn't tell their actual teacher? "...Okay." She says, "What is it?"
Then, Ashido mouths something that makes Lucy's heart drop, just a huge amount. Mineta.
"What about him?" She questions, unable to twist her less than positive views away from the tone of her response.
Lucy had many student problems. Some being menial and borderline stupid. Some are slightly more concerning.
Lucy's biggest student problem was Mineta. Even teacher's have those students that are problems, an issue. Despite the informality, Lucy could not take her personal views and separate them from her job.
Lucy may not be the most observant girl, but she recognised discomfort.
How Uraraka shied away whenever Mineta sat close to her. Practically in the personal space of the person on her other side.
How Ashido and Jirou gave him dirty looks whenever he walked by or attempted to bring up conversation.
She didn't have proof, only suspicions. It could've been that he was just a weird teenage boy that girls don't want to be around.
Lucy was having second thoughts about that observation.
"Whenever teacher's aren't around…" Her heart rate spiked just a bit, Hagekure was stumbling over her words.
"He's just a complete freak!" Ashido interrupts, her fingers digging into her legs. "He's weird! He keeps saying stuff that makes me want to vomit." She complains, and then it seemed that everything just started to unravel from there.
"He peeped on us in the change rooms!" Jirou says, clutching her own shirt, shivering.
"I feel like I can't say no to him." Hagekure admits, hands clutching and bunching up her skirt. She sniffed, tears forming.
"He clung onto Tsu and touched her during the USJ. Like, here," Ashido says with discomfort, pointing to her chest. Lucy's own tightens.
She isn't entirely sure what to say to them, listening carefully as they broke down the uncomfortable details.
Mineta Minoru was a problem, that much was certain. She felt disgust pool in her stomach.
How hadn't she seen the signs? Guilt whispered, swirling against her chest.
"The guys try to tell him to knock it off, but he thinks it's funny." Ashido laments, trembling. From anger, Lucy thinks.
"...Thank you for telling me." She says curtly, and she sees her students tense up at her reaction. "I'm sorry that you felt you couldn't tell anyone until now" Then she stands, brows knitted to a furrow.
"You're brave, I'm proud that you came to me." She says, and it's as genuine as she can make it out to be. She just feels numb with a sense of anger.
Hagekure and Ashido stand up Ashido's eyes just about to gloss over. Lucy thinks it might be a step too far, out of her own comfort zone.
"If you need a hug…" Lucy says slowly, unsure of how to word it. "Or if you need anyone to speak wi–"
She's basically knocked over by Hagekure, damp spots settling against her shirt. "You'll– you'll do something, right?" Hagekure forces her words out. She doesn't know how she feels anymore.
"Yes," Lucy says, hand instinctively reaching to the girl's head, it felt weird, running her hand down something she couldn't visibly see. "I promise."
She feels a sense of instinct grabbing at her heart. Lucy thanks all three girls once more, before ushering them out of the classroom.
She shuts the door. Dammit. Dammit! How could she have not noticed sooner?
Breathe in, and breathe out.
Breathe in, and breathe out.
In and out.
In and out.
She's sitting down by one of the desks when Aizawa walks in, placing her lunch order down beside her. Lucy doesn't think she can eat right now.
Her voice is stuck in her throat, itching and clawing to be let out but she can't.
"Is something wrong?" Aizawa asks, because of course he'd notice. There aren't any measures that she's taking to hide it.
Lucy's face scrunches up. They said they couldn't talk to Aizawa about it, would she be betraying their trust by talking to him about it?
The sleeves on her arms tighten with a pull of a thread, she felt just as fidgety as the girls just minutes prior.
She doesn't know what to say, so she lets her hands fall to her lap. Staring at the ground.
Even with Aizawa's less than comforting demeanour, Lucy could at least thank him for his patience.
He sits down across from her. Watching, and her skin crawls.
"I noticed the girls crowding the door." Aizawa says slowly, ever the observant. She bites back the information, digesting it slowly.
"Have you noticed any weird behaviour from some of the students?" Lucy finally asks, leaning into the conversation.
Pausing, Aizawa vaguely shakes his head. "Sometimes." He says.
Lucy adjusts her collar, scrunching up her face. "Haven't you noticed that something is off?"
"I was under the impression that it was the backlash from the Unforeseen Simulation Joint." Aizawa responds, tone careful. "Has something gone on that I'm not aware of?"
Lucy's face falls even further, "I thought it was that too, but some of the girls just came to talk to me." Her fingers absentmindedly ran across her shirt, where it was damp from tears.
Aizawa's face hardens at that, and he nods curtly. Waiting for her to continue. It felt like a betrayal of trust, in a way.
"Mineta has been…" How can she explain it in a professional manner, "Inappropriate." Is the wording she decides.
Distantly, she recalls her own experiences. Discomfort rides like a skateboard across her back.
She opens her mouth a bit, "They told me that–"
Aizawa shakes his head, "I don't need the details."
Right. Okay. Lucy feels her hand tightening around her wrist. Glaring at the ground. Face twisting.
"I think we should talk to Nezu about expulsion." Lucy finally says, "It's not right to keep the girls in an environment with a student who harrasses them."
Lucy turns her head away, "It's not right."
"You're right, it's not." Aizawa says. His face is stoic, and he takes a sip from his coffee mug. "Are you needed in the next period?"
"No." Lucy's response is immediate, "I think they have English. Yamada is good with the class."
"I'll find a substitute for my lesson." Aizawa says vaguely, grabbing out his phone. "I'll set up a meeting with Nezu."
Relief washes over her, and Lucy nods enthusiastically. "Sure."
Lucy's standing outside of the staff room, she feels like she's nine again. Standing outside the adults quarters, waiting for their discussion to end.
She could go in there and talk to them, engage in conversation. But like a little girl, she was too afraid to do so.
Serious topics always made her uncomfortable, even with the knowing that they exist, that they need to be talked about.
Lucy held herself closer, staring at the ground. Deep breaths. What was wrong with her today?
Lucy huffed, raising her head slightly. Her braids were completely messy, in part due to her ruffling her own hair in stress.
Then the fact she forgot her own brush today. She was too intimidated to go ask Nemeri despite the fact she was so kind to her.
Everything was going wrong.
Lucy blinks, a student stares at her with an unreadable expression. She barely recognises the kid, but she does.
"Uh. You're a teacher." He comments, drawing his words out, tilting his head towards the door beside her.
Lucy stares, "Yes, I am." She says slowly, waiting for him to continue whatever questioning he was about to bring forth to her.
"I need to talk to Present Mic." He says slowly, nodding in direction to the workbook in his hand. "Can you uhm. Get him… Please?" He talks unsociably, and diverts his eyes.
"Sure." Lucy agrees, stepping around to open the staff door, which opens before she gets the chance.
Aizawa stares down at her, then towards the teenager. "Montgomery, let's go."
"Yeah, one moment." She pushes past him, glancing around the room. "Yamada, there's a student that wants you."
Yamada perks up from where he's sitting, flashing Lucy a thumbs up before setting down his laptop.
When Lucy turns, the teen is staring at Aizawa in slight awe. A fan, maybe?
He blinks out of his stupor once Yamada is stepping out of the room, turning to Lucy with a stoic expression. "Uhm. Thank you."
Aizawa doesn’t glance in her direction, "Let's go." He urges.
Not one to deny Aizawa's demands, she follows quickly afterwards. Ears strained as she listened to the voices behind her. "Shinsou! What do you need?" Yamada says, his voice cheerful as ever.
Shinsou. Lucy recognises the name from the Entrance Exam, vaguely. She shrugs internally, doesn’t matter much. At least he was a nice kid.
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The last time that Lucy had been near Nezu’s office was earlier on in the year, when she was getting hired for the job. It had gone reasonably well – and the principal didn’t seem to have any obvious suspicions.
Anything could be easily explained away, and Lucy didn’t even know the extent of the mission (No thanks to Fitzgerald); so it’s not like she would let stuff slip.
Even with this information slipping around in her brain, Lucy still felt on the edge. Authority was never really her thing, and another Boss to her list of bosses was absolutely not helping!
To her side, Aizawa gave her a glance. If it was supposed to make her feel better, it was not doing so. In fact, it made her feel worse! Biting her tongue, her eyes fall on the door. They’d been (not so) patiently waiting for Nezu to get back.
For whatever reason, he wasn’t in his office. Aizawa had sent him a text, urging him to get back whenever possible. Lucy sighed into her hands, headache forming with the thoughts that came side by side with her worry.
She wanted to be over and done with this already! Pick the poisoned apple out from the apple tree and leave the perfect ones to grow. A rotten apple will only spread to the rest of the branch and stunt the healthy growth.
“What are you thinking?” Aizawa asks. She removes her hands from her face, and he’s watching her closely. If it had a speak of concern in the expression, Lucy couldn’t pinpoint where exactly it was coming from.
“Rotten apples.” Lucy responds way too honestly, and now Aizawa is looking at her with confusion. She blinks, her face grows a little redder. “You know, metaphors and stuff.” She glances away, “Sorry. I was thinking like Poe.”
“An old coworker?” Aizawa questions.
Lucy stares, “Yeah. He’s a writer on the side.” She explains – always eager to talk to get her nerves to shut down. “He makes me read all his stuff, and I don’t get it a lot but I like reading it anyways.”
“Hn.” Aizawa grunts, but it isn’t anything negative. More contemplative than anything. “Same job as those other two?”
Lucy taps her feet against the floor, thinking back to whatever he was talking about. Her face twists, “Mark and Margaret? I thought you weren’t there when they came to get me…” She holds a finger to her face, “Weren’t you in the hospital?”
“Reviewing camera footage.” Aizawa responds.
Oh, right. “Oh okay. Uh yeah, same job.” Lucy glances to the side. The growing silence just makes her want to vomit. “Is Nezu coming soon?” Stress stress stress. She cuts the silence off.
As if on command, the door swings open and in comes a certain Principal. Swatting away at some dust, he sits up and places paws on the table. “Hello!” He greets, as cheerful as ever. Lucy found him increasingly uncomfortable to be around.
Without a word, Aizawa slips a folder across the table. Which gives Nezu at least a little bit of pause, placing his paw on the folder, but not opening it up just yet. “This is?”
Aizawa stares at him pointedly, “You know what it is.” He says, and Nezu doesn’t even hide an amused expression.
“You know the deal, Aizawa.” Nezu opens up the folder, reading the name, Furry brows furrowing, “Mineta Minoru? I was under the impression he’d be quite promising.”
“Concerns have been raised by Montgomery.” Aizawa shoots her a glance, like she was supposed to talk. Her lips shut thinly, throat tightened. Both of them looked towards her. It wasn’t any different from telling Aizawa, Lucy told herself.
“Uhm.” She stumbled over her words, running her fingers through hair. Soothing, soothing, soothing. “Students have come to me with concerns over Mineta harassing them. They don’t feel comfortable in class with him.”
Nezu’s otherwise outwardly carefree demeanour switches on a dime, and his expression turns more serious. “That’s a serious allegation.” Nezu rests his chin on paws, “And you think these students are telling the truth?”
Lucy blanches, “Yes! Of course!” Her voice is indignant. “I wholeheartedly believe they’re telling the truth. Why would you think they’re not?”
Nezu pauses, “It’s not that I don’t think that they are.” He speaks slowly.
“It sounds like it.” Lucy’s face scrunches up, and she feels a hand on her shoulder. Aizawa is sending her a careful look. Her shoulders don’t tense as much anymore. Her brain follows the conversation from earlier. Her eyes widened slightly. Nezu wants proof of some kind (she resents that fact).
“Aizawa– you said that there was footage you were looking over.” She stares at him, and he pauses before nodding. “An incident happened during then.”
Aizawa’s face tightened, “During?” She nods.
Nezu leans back, “The approximate time?”
Her mind reels back to that day, and despite the fact she really doesn’t want to – she only remembers a certain amount of times she saw those two in particular together. So she twists her words out of her mouth, describing the events leading up to it.
It takes some time, unnerving silence. She wants to throw herself out the door and book it. But soon, a screen is turned around towards them. She points to the area she recalls Asui and Mineta being at during the confrontation.
She carefully watches the screen, and she watches as Mineta, Asui and Midoriya wade through the water. Mineta is clinging onto Asui, clearly because he’s too small to get through the water easily. By the grainy look on his face, he seemed to be more than pleased. Gross.
Its unnerving, she feels her stomach dropping as the scene goes on. Waiting, waiting. It’s uncomfortable. She watches as the three of them are talking. Then– she catches it. “Pause.”
Nezu reacts immediately, pausing the footage. Lucy feels sick to her stomach at the image, and she turns around in the spinning chair. Her throat is tight, and she wants to vomit. Lucy holds her hand to her mouth, anger, frustration, angerangeranger.
Disgusting, gross. She didn't want to look at it. Gross. Gross. Gross. Lucy carefully wipes her eyes, eyes hardened on the wall. She wouldn't turn around.
It was going on right under their noses. She was there and she didn't see it happening. How did she miss it? Why couldn't she have protected her student from that.
Her fingers tighten on her arm, digging into skin. Grounding. Lucy huffs out a disheveled breath. Her fingers dig in tighter. She hadn't cut her nails in a while. Louisa always insisted that she did to minimise the pain of the bad habit.
“Montgomery,” Aizawa says, his hand resting on her shoulder once more. Squeezing it. Before falling down to her hand, removing it carefully from her arm.
Oddly, it feels more comforting than it did earlier. Lucy looks over at him, eyes ever so blurred out. “Would you like to step out?”
Lucy, more than willing, stands up and practically prances towards the door.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention.” Nezu calls out behind her. She doesn’t care to stay long enough to return the pleasantries.
The door closes straight behind her, she leans against it with pure agitation twisting around her body. Constricting it. She breathes out heavily, in and out in and out. She was fine. Breathe in, breathe out.
Then, in front of her are some footsteps. Her head snaps up, blinking back into comprehension of the world. There’s some students standing in front of her, two looking worse for wear than one.
“What are you three doing?” She questions, and she doesn’t recognise two of them. Aside from one, from the entrance exam. Monoma. Then there’s an annoyed looking ginger, and a teen who looks especially angry.
“Uhm.” The angry one stares at her, looking her up and down. “Who are you–”
He’s cut off by the ginger in the middle, smacking a gigantic hand above his head. He groans, spinning around obnoxiously with his hands on his head. “Kendo!” He complains.
That got her one of the names, and she relied on this Kendo to blab his name right afterwards. Lucy looks at her expectantly. “Tetsutetsu! This is a teacher! Don’t be rude!”
Tetsutetsu looks at her with a slight bit of shock in his expression. “Seriously?”
Monoma tilts his head back, “Yeah, she was on the website. Don’t tell me you didn’t look it up?” His expression is cocky, and his eyes squint up with his smile.
“Shut up.” Tetsutetsu’s voice is hushed, a barely hidden whisper.
Kendo smacks both of them upside the head. “Vlad King sent us here, needed to talk to Principal Nezu.” She grabs them both by the arm, holding either one of the boys steady. Seemed like they were a wild bunch.
Lucy sends them an apologetic look, “Nezu is busy at the moment. Won’t be free for a bit.” She assumes so at least, she doesn’t know how long something like this would usually go.
A further exasperated look spread across Kendo’s face, and she sighs, running her hand down it. “Damn it all–” Her eyes widened, looking at her, “Sorry!”
“No worries,” Lucy waves her off. “I don’t think I can help you with whatever it is, unfortunately.” Admittedly, Lucy wasn’t particularly the best person to go to.
Tetsutetsu groans, spinning around to look at his friends. “Vlad King said we had to."
Lucy blinks, "I can write you a note?" She offers and all three teenagers perk up at that. "That's a yes then… Grab me a pen?"
Quick to comply, she leans her weight onto the desk, writing down a quick note. Signed and everything. She wasn't great with Kanji, but it was okay enough to pass.
She signed her name in English, her signature was much more practiced in it. Poe helped her develop it. He had an eye for eccentricity.
Passing it over to the blond teen, he read it over. "That's a fancy signature. What does it say?" He squinted, "...I can't read it." He quietly admits.
"It's fine, it's supposed to be that way." She admits, "Lucy Montgomery, my name."
Kendo brightens, "You're so nice. You should help our class sometimes." When Tetsutetsu and Monoma shove her a confused look, she rolls her eyes. "It's on the website, she's a teacher's aid. She helps with 1A."
Monoma's face drops, giving a tsk before glancing away. "Class A." There's some hostility in that, yikes.
"They're not that bad." Lucy huffs, and Monoma tenses, cheeks flushing for just a second with embarrassment.
"Sorry." He says, spinning around on his foot, maybe to not face her properly. "I say that we go back to class! Right now!"
"Uh-huh," Lucy holds back a snicker, "Just tell Vlad King it's from me, get back to class."
Without any further complaints, the three teens run off. Not before Kendo waves goodbye. Lucy watches as they do so, slumping against the wall.
There were too many nice kids at this school. They didn't know it, but the conversation made her feel a bit better. Tension released with every smile she had to hold back.
Lucy decides that she's not ready to get back to 1A, so instead, she's walking across the halls. Eyes on the lookout for a familiar door.
She never ended up having her lunch, she stuck it in her bag while walking with Aizawa. She enters the staffroom, looking around for anyone in the room.
She slumps into one of the more comfortable couches, relief spreading across her foot as she does so. Her bag is messy, and she digs around for the container she stuffed in there.
Blinking. Lucy scowls, "Dammit. Dammit, dammit." Cursing under her breath, Lucy can't even hide the less than friendly look that spreads across her face.
The container must have broken while she was walking around, leaving less than ideal food items in her bag. Curry and all!
She praised herself for being forgetful of paperwork at home, otherwise that would've been unsaveable.
"Montgomery?" A less than confident voice questioned her, she looked up. Great, just great! Her day was going great!
"Hi, Yagi." Lucy responds, in all her pissed off glory. The skinny hero does a bad job of not looking alarmed.
"Everything okay?" He asks.
"Don't you have a class to get to?" Lucy grumbles out, in the middle of a rescue attempt on her laptop.
"Not right now," Yagi squints a bit, looking down at her. "Can I help?"
Rolling her eyes, "Unless you can magically rescue my bag from being ruined, no." Her stomach rumbled slightly, dammit. She was hungry too!
With a groan, Lucy slams her head down onto the back of the couch. Sending Yagi to raise his hand in alarm. "Just great. Day is going absolutely awesome. Fuck." The stress was getting to her, she drags her hand down her face.
Yagi has a pitiful expression on his face, which doesn't do much to make her feel any better.
"Can I take you for Lunch?" Yagi suggests, and Lucy spreads her index and thumb away, letting one eye peek out from her hand blocked face.
"Why." Lucy asks, a tiny bit suspicious.
"Well–" He stumbles, "Shouta explained about the situation with," He coughs, "The students."
"And?" Her face falls slightly more.
It makes sense why Aizawa told him. He was one of 1A's main teachers. She didn't know how she felt about the girl's private information getting spread around.
"I thought it might do you some good to get out…?" He says, more like a question than a suggestion. Like he's unsure if she'll get upset at him for it. Lucy feels a bit bad for being so irritable.
"And , I still haven't apologised properly for the incident with young Midoriya and Bakugou." Yagi explains a little further, "I was hoping we could get on better terms?"
That was… surprisingly nice! And appealing!
"You're paying?" Lucy questions.
"I'm inviting you, so yes." Yagi has a hopeful expression on his face. "Would you.. uh, want to?"
"Yeah, sure." Lucy nods quickly, "Anything to get me away from this hellhole right now." She'd snap any second if something else went wrong.
Besides, she had questions for Yagi herself, Lucy amends to herself. It's not entirely for free food!
Maybe it was. But anyone else would take the opportunity! Yagi was nice enough, if not a little misguided as a teacher. Which was rich coming from her, a nineteen year old.
She reasoned that some people just came to teaching more easily! He was a Hero for however long, not a teacher.
Lucy carefully takes out her phone from her pocket, finger travelling to Fitzgerald's number.
'Going to lunch with All Might.' She texted him. If there was anything in specifics he wanted, then he could go ahead.
It wasn't even a minute later that she received a response. She checked it, phone tilted away from Yagi, who looked at her curiously.
'Careful.' Is all the message said. Not at all ominous. She shut off her phone, dipping it back into her pocket.
"So…" Lucy drawled, "Where are we headed?" She blinked, "Is it even okay that we're leaving?"
Pausing, the man looked pensive for a moment, before offering a smile. "I already checked with Nezu."
Nezu who was busy with Aizawa? Nezu who was currently going through the process of expelling a student?
Lucy hadn't even seen him send a message or email. She glanced upwards at him, replacing her frown with a small smile. "Okay!" She responds, tone as sweet as pie.
Her phone was already out, and Yagi leaned over. She twisted it away, "Personal space," He leaned upwards, "I'm texting my brother."
"Sorry!" Yagi smiled nervously.
She types a reply to Fitzgerald, her eyes keen on Yagi as they walk out of the school gates. 'Will be.'
Just how long had Yagi been planning this previously 'spontaneous' trip out?