My Hero Academia(with my own OC!)

After meeting everyone, the sky outside was dark, and full of stars, signaling it was a little late into the night. Eraserhead led me through the grounds, presumably to the teachers dorms. I made sure to follow behind him, not wanting to get lost. Honestly, I wasn't tired in the slightest. But I couldn't roam the grounds alone at night without looking suspicious. And, while I didn't really care what they thought about me, I didn't want them to be suspicious. My quirk already made me look like a villain to everyone, Akari and I had been taken by villains without knowing it at the time, and my background just topped it all off. That was enough reason for someone to be suspicious of me. I didn't need to add onto it in any way, clearly. So, I stepped through the dorms room after Eraserhead. It was furnished with dark couches, a glass coffee table, and gray pillows, as well as one or two extra chairs in the living room. The kitchen had an island in the center of it with some barstools, gray cabinets probably full of snacks and cooking supplies on the walls, and a fridge, as well as a stove and sink, of course. There was a hallway to the right side of the door, which probably led to the bathroom and bedrooms. Eraserhead came up next to me, and pointed down the hallway. "Guest room is the second door on the left. Bathroom is the door at the end, and then there's my door, across from yours on the right. But first, are you hungry?" I shook my head to the question, and he just gave a grunt of acknowledgement. I could see the slight concern in his eyes at my answer, but I brushed it off, thinking I had been imagining it. Making it up. He couldn't actually care about me, knowing what my quirk could do, and knowing part of my past. There was no way, surely. We had literally just met only a few hours ago. He probably saw me as a villain, too. No different than everyone else. "Well, are you thirsty, then?" It had been a while since I'd had anything to drink. In fact, I haven't drunk anything at all today. So I just gave a small nod, and he nodded back, then headed to the fridge. Unsure of what to do, I followed, and watched from behind the island, waiting patiently. He opened the fridge, pulled out a water, and closed it. Then he tossed the water bottle to me, as if this was a normal occurrence. I hadn't been expecting something like that, but my expression remained stoic, and I caught it with one hand easily, thanks to my reflexes. He studied me for a minute, looking me up and down, his hands in his pockets. His expression would've been unreadable to anyone else, but I could see the slight surprise and approval in it. "Nice catch, kid." That nickname really doesn't bring back good memories, emo wannabe. Guess I was still a bit suspicious of him. "...thank you.." I mumbled quietly, not feeling like talking much. "You're welcome." I then opened the water bottle, and studied him carefully for a quick second, trying to read him. He seemed to be pretty relaxed, judging from the way he still had his hands in his pockets, and was slouching a little, watching me in return. He didn't appear to have anything he was hiding, and if he did have any bad intentions, I couldn't see them. I then brought the water up, and sniffed it, before examining it. I know I might have been being too untrusting, and too suspicious, but I wasn't taking any chances. My parents had hated me. School kids only saw me as a villain because of my quirk. Everyone was pretty much scared if me. The villains hadn't cared for me. I had lost my twin. Even so, the hero didn't comment on my behavior. He just watched. But I didn't find anything to hint at possible poisoning-no faint fumes, no very slightly, almost unnoticeable cloudiness or anything. "It's alright. I know you're on edge, and I can't blame you, after what you told us. But you're safe here. I promise." I looked at him as he spoke, and I listened, picking up on his tone. But I couldn't detect anything that hinted at lying. All I could hear was sincerity, possibly some concern, and a dash of understanding. I didn't have anything to respond with, so I took a drink of water. I swear I could see the tiniest, tiniest hint of a smile of his face.

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Now, I was lying on the bed in the guest room, flat on my back, an arm resting over my forehead, and my other hand clutching the blanket that covered me up to my waist wih a death grip, staring up at the ceiling. About half an hour ago, I had managed to fall asleep. I thought I could get a nice, peaceful night this time. But the world had instantly shattered that thought. I had a nightmare-no, a night terror-and I had woken up in a panicked cold sweat, trying to calm myself. It had currently been only three minutes since then. Wait....I thought to myself as my stomach started churning. Before I knew it, I had to silently rush out of the guest room, and into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind me before kneeling in front of the toilet, and letting it out. Once I was sure it was over with, I flushed the toilet, and leaned back against the wall, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Dammit....I thought I was over this! When I was younger, I always had nightmares. But one day, that turned into gruesome night terrors, and it caused me to throw up when I woke up, that's how bad it was. Then a knock sounded at the door.