Zero to Hero the janitor way: Shimura Tenko
Chapter 2
At U.A, Tenko wasn't the most pleasant person to be around. Granted, he was never really a pleasant person to be around even when he wasn't at U.A, but that was not the point.
He acted like a goblin most of the time, really. Giving every passing student the stink eye, scaring off random crows with his ratty, close-to-falling-apart, trusty broom, and hoarding as much cafeteria food he could get his hands on before proceeding to eat at the dark corner of the faculty office. (Because as much as he distrusted heroes, Lunch-Rush was still an amazing as hell cook)
He was not a sociable person by far. He'd rather spend the rest of his days in a rotten old cottage then ever attend a gathering of whatever sorts.
Which was why he was absolutely baffled when he was invited to his own welcome party a few days ago.
"You're kidding me, right?" Tenko narrowed his eyes as far as his could while looking up at the blonde man, rice still stuffed in his mouth. "You cannot be serious."
"I am serious, like, really!" Mic grinned widely, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's a party just for you! Most of the staff will be there, so you better come ghoul boy~"
Ghoul boy- what the fuck.
"For your information, I'm a hundred percent sure that ghouls prefer to live alone, loudhouse," Tenko growled. "So leave me alone before I stick a broken chopstick up your leather ass."
Mic let out a sharp whistle at that before bellowing out. "Wow, you got a mouth on you! I mean, I kind of expected it after your introduction, but man! You're even worse than Shouta! You have to come now!"
Who the hell was Shouta- why did he even care?
"I'm not going," Tenko snapped, slamming his chopsticks down. Grabbing his food tray and roughly pushing pass the energetic man, Tenko stalked back to the cafeteria to return it. It was full of students and he had to send a death glare at some of them, but he made it out relatively fine. Grabbing his worn out broom along the way, Tenko the janitor went back to his duties of sweeping, destroying and whatnot.
Fast-forward to a few days later, a pink smoke wavered around him before he felt his eyelids dropped. The next time he came to, he realized that he was tied up and stuffed in a human sized duffel bag. Voices, familiar ones were conversing as the sound of an engine roared.
Sometimes, Tenko felt as if he had picked the wrong choices in life.
That was the night he met most of the staff, finally recognized them as not-students and even held conversations for thirty seconds, but still glared at everyone in sight.
Well, maybe except for one.
"Eraserhead, your friend sucks balls."
"You don't know how many times I've been there."
We antisocial comrades need to stick together.
~LunaricFairy12~