I know that this chapter held places would've been great to add more details, but I'm trying to be quiet in my typing; it's really difficult. I plan to have the next chapter to be on Hisashi and Inko's relationship prior to Hisashi's villain life and maybe a few parts later on in life around Izuku's birth. This is more of a filler, but hey! It's better than nothing. I plan on releasing a few drawings of Hisashi I have planned on tumblr and on wattpad—maybe on deviantart once i get my password reset. Once I get them up, I will post links where you can find them.
Giving him the look of disbelief, Shinsou can't really see it. He tells him to wait for a second, moving to his computer and searching up the villain Dragon. A picture of the fire breathing villain shows what he can tell for the similarities between the two. While the villain has long, black hair with hazel eyes, he can see the freckles behind the crooked mask that must've been hit during a fight. Eye bags are deep from lack of sleep, yet they frame the orbs that shine with determination and hold a calculative gleam as if he already knows multiple ways to take someone down. "Never mind. I can see where you get it all from." He earns a small hit to the arm and chuckles softly. "Alright, alright. But you should get going, don't you have that assignment for Aizawa-sensei that needs to be finished?"
"Shit!" Later, he'll realize what he said, but at the moment he doesn't care. "You're right. I have to go! Wait! I want you to come with me!" Purple eyes fill with disbelief once again. Izuku stops and looks at him frantically, his arms moving wildly. "Um! If you want to come that is. You don't have to, I just—sorry."
A pull at the corner of his lips is enough of a smile that he shows him. "Alright. I'll go, but if one of them annoys me—"
"—you'll make them do something embarrassing. I understand, now let's go!" His smile can light up a room with how much a sunshine the guy really is. He can't help but wonder a few things about him but sees that it's not his place to ask. By the time they get outside, the comfortable silence that was being upheld, shatters with a question, "Hey, Shinsou, do you think it's possible for a premature baby to develop their quirk later or even have less of a chance to have a quirk or not all?" Okay, that is a random question. He would've never thought of that. Now, that it's spoken, he kind of wants to know the answer to this question.
"I'm not sure. But why the sudden question?" Shinsou glances at Midoriya, staring at him in expectance. He notices the fidgeting fingers as he stares at the ground. He can see the set line of his mouth as he is seemingly thinking about how to answer the inquiry.
"I remembered something that my dad said, so I thought about it wondering if my premature birth caused the ability to develop my quirk really late, and so it was just a thought, and it's stupid. Probably, not," he mutters. Shinsou stares for a moment, processing a few words that he just said. Midoriya, is a preemie? That's...unexpected. Then again, who expects who to be a premature baby anyway? No one does, everyone just assumes that their friends were born perfectly normal. Wait, friend? Are we friends? "Sorry! I'm rambling again. I should ask a few quirkless people, maybe do some more research."
Shinsou really wants to ask, but he decides to wait until they're alone again. After all, Midoriya's friends are weird in so many ways that it's probably best to wait and ask later, or else he won't be getting any answers soon. Once in the dorms, the common room is filled with the 1-A students who greet their friend and give small waves towards Shinsou. "I came to help on the project. I'm really sorry for not being much help on it lately." Midoriya sits down beside the brunette and beckons Shinsou to follow.
"It's fine, Midoriya. We heard about how hard your life just got lately. I'm glad you're feeling much better," says Tokoyami. His gaze cuts to the purple haired teen beside him, and gives him a small nod. "Hello, you're Shinsou Hitoshi, yes?"
"Um, yes. Midoriya, are you sure it's okay for me to be here?" His gaze doesn't leave the people in front of him, sort of worried that he isn't really welcome by any of them. That's thrown away when the girl with the floating quirk give a smile and reassures him that it's fine, alongside her, the glasses guy with weird hand moves shouts that if he's a friend of Midoriya then he of course it's okay for him to be here. A full bloom smile comes across Izuku's face showing how happy he is that they accept him. He sits there and watches them work, trying to figure out why the villain becomes a villain.
When he looks at the picture and name, his eyes widen and looks towards Izuku. "Yeah," he murmurs when he catches the look. "Weird, huh?"
"Did you guys pick or was it at random?"
"Random. My life sucks if you haven't noticed," he jokes, laughing before he writes down a few theories. He then hums, reminiscing the day and he frowns when he doesn't recall thanking him. "I don't think I got to thank you, actually. You handled the situation better than I would've at the moment I saw Monoma."
Shinsou nods and pats his shoulder. "No problem. If we were alone, I would've done something worse than that, but I'm sure—"
"Yeah, please don't," he says earning a small chuckle. He pauses for a second, remembering what the insane guy said to Hitoshi. He is so sure that he is insane and suffering from a inferiority complex since he is trying so hard to one up the 1-A class. "Seriously, you'll become a good hero, Shinsou. Ignore every negative comment people tell you, it'll help. I did and look, I'm here! I've been told I won't ever be a hero, yet here I am becoming a hero."
Hitoshi can't help but faintly smile at the reassuring words that Izuku said. He glances over his shoulder and points to something, whispering some ideas that he can add. "You two seem to be really close," says Tokoyami. "After the Sports Festival, I would've thought that you would do everything to avoid people, Shinsou."
A blush covers Midoriya's cheeks once Shinsou starts speaking, "I tried avoiding him, but Midori is too persistent. He wanted to know more about me and my quirk, but it slowly turned to just hanging out like normal teenagers to helping me with my quirk."
"Really?" Iida stares at the two in surprise.
"Why are you surprised, Iida? You know how Deku is. He's persistent and likes to help people the best to his abilities." Uraraka laughs when she sees the blush grow even more, his head dropping to read whatever he had in his notebook. "Sometimes it surprises me how much he tries to avoid getting any help from people when he's so helpful. Such a hypocrite, right?"
"Well, we shouldn't say that," pipes up Todoroki. "Midoriya probably has his reasons, right?" Dual colored eyes stare at Deku, who glances up at them. "You have a reason on why you don't accept help." It really isn't a question, but a statement. "You don't need to tell us, but we do want to help you."
"Those who don't search for help, will never find it; the same people will reach out a hand to help others."
They turned to the dark, presumably goth, hero. "Tokoyami, your words are beautiful! It's true! Midoriya won't ever look for help, but he still reaches his hand out to help others." We just gained another person into this conversation, thinks Hitoshi. He turns to the red head who has a similar quirk to Tetsutetsu, and the winner in the arm wrestling. Kiri-something. How can anyone get any work done here? They just jump conversations.
"Can we stop...stop talking about me li-like I'm not here?" The timid response draws more attention to him. They have slight understanding expressions since they know it's not a conversation that he doesn't like speaking about. "Please. We should be focusing on—on our assignments."
"Alright. So what is your theory that he became a villain?" asks Ochako.
"I—He, well, he might've felt inferior to people? Or needed a type of attention? Apparently from the files, he never harmed anyone other than heroes or those who got in his way, usually their injuries aren't severe. He is known to have done some property damage, makes sure to leave a symbol somewhere people can find it and know who it was. Most of his crimes seem to be a cry for attention, but the more one looks at them, I can see that he's trying to convey a message." Izuku's group's attention is solely on him. He chews on his lip as he glances at his notebook, knowing exactly what the unspoken question is. What's the message? "He's trying to show that heroes are not what we think. That no matter how strong they are, they can't stop every disaster that comes their way. That they can't stop him from revealing the secrets of heroes to the public. He is like Stain, wanting to show that heroes nowadays only want the fame that comes along with the job title, just without the killing of heroes. He harms their reputation to the point where they give up being a hero and go into something else."
They gape, reviewing what he just explained to them. Was it possible that Izuku's correct? They mentally repeat his words, pondering for a bit, then fall into silence. "We'll keep that in mind," speaks Iida. "We need to have a few more theories for backup, then we can speak more about everyone of them and come to a final conclusion."
Shinsou finally got to get Midoriya alone, they are sitting in the mind controller's room since Izuku believed that it would be better to speak somewhere that won't have any eavesdroppers. Shisou luckily has his own floor since no one wants to be near the purple haired male. He holds many questions for the favorite student of All Might—yes, he noticed the way Toshinori acts around the teen, if he didn't know who Midoriya's father is, he would've come up with the outrageous conclusion that he was the son of the former number one hero. Yet for some reason, now that he has a chance to ask those questions, he can't think of any of them. He groans, knowing he should've written them down. This always happens to him, and he hates it. Hitoshi sighs and asks the only one question that he even remembers. Maybe the questions will come to him as they speak. "How many months early were you born?"
Izuku is taken aback, blinking widely at him as he tries to make sure he heard right. "Oh, um, four months early actually. Stayed there for a few months because I kept getting ear infections, not to mention, my lungs weren't fully developed yet. I bet that since some preemies' bodies aren't fully developed and they never develop the ability to hold a quirk until later in their lives," he murmurs. Shinsou now wonders the same thing, and he begins firing off questions, wanting to know more about the young hero. Izuku seems to be happy to oblige with answering some questions. After all, I kept bothering him with some questions that he might not have wanted to answer.