To Kiiro no Akuma - I know. I think I had a bit too much coffee today. I know when to take breaks though, but thanks for the concern.
Shuzenji had deemed him well enough to leave, as long as he didn't go crazy and running around, since she had used her quirk one last time and healed up any lasting bruises and cuts. But her powers only allowed her to speed up the human body's natural healing process, so the scars remained. None of them had any idea how Midoriya was still so energetic, so they just dubbed Midoriya as an enigma and left it as that.
Upon removal of bandages, Midoriya stared at his body. Many scars littered his chest and arms, and Midoriya was suddenly glad that Yamada somehow always had extra clothes in his car and loaned him some long pants, and decided to let Midoriya keep the hoodie until he got his own.
He was signed out under Nezu, and Shuzenji and the other UA teachers present agreed that they would be keeping an eye on him most of the time.
"So... what now?" Midoriya asked, sitting behind Yamada who was driving. Aizawa took the other seat in front, and Nezu was sitting between Midoriya and Kayama.
"Well... we're probably going to go back to UA. Cementoss and a couple of his friends had started building the dorms, since a couple of students from previous years stated that it might be easier and safer for students to stay in school. The 1-A and 1-B dorms are already done, so you'll have somewhere to stay. Each class has around twenty students, so each building has thirty two rooms, with sixteen for each gender. You should have enough room even if all your classmates move in. We'll probably just pick up Power Loader to see what you have to move. I'm pretty sure he'll be curious as to how and why you're living in a dump." Nezu replied.
Aizawa was sleeping in the car by the time they reached UA, and the sun was setting. They were going to have to make it fast if they wanted to grab Midoriya's stuff by dinner. Yamada drove off, and Kayama skipped into UA, coming out a few minutes later dragging Maijima out of the school by the arm.
"Alright, I'm here. This is the kid?" Power Loader asked, looking at Midoriya, "Honestly, he doesn't look like much."
"Be nice. This is Midoriya Izuku, but just call him Izuku or Uzuki. Izuku, this is Power Loader." Kayama introduced.
Midoriya shot Maijima a smile, "Hi!"
Maijima just grunted in response, "So, where does he live."
"Lead the way, Izuku." Nezu smiled brightly.
"We're in a dump." Maijima said.
"I know." Midoriya replied, walking towards a particularly large pile of washing machines with tyres, televisions and radios that sat atop two mini buses.
"A dump." Maijima repeated in disbelief.
"Yes. A dump." Midoriya grinned. He knew he was supposed to be more respectful towards the teacher and pro hero, but after the way he had dismissed him earlier, he kinda wanted to make Maijima squirm. Some childish part of him that wanted to say "Hey dont ignore me" in the hero's face.
"You've been living here for how long?" Maijima asked.
"Since I was nine? So about five years."
Midoriya walked up to one of the random washing machines, and opened the door. He stuck his head inside the machine, fiddled around with it, and popping back out, before turning and hunting down one of the washing machines with a radio on it, next to the door of the bus. He fiddled with the knobs, and then pulled the door handle, and the door of the bus opened up.
"What was that?" Kayama asked curiously.
"Security system. I think I installed it three years ago." Midoriya explained. He was going to leave the place he called a home. No harm in telling the heroes in case they ever needed a safe house. "I disabled the power source whenever I leave, so you can't enter. I just reconnected it to the power source. The radio knobs work like a safe."
"Not bad..." Maijima admitted, as Midoriya motioned them into the bus. The natural light entering the bus wasn't strong enough for them to see well, and
The first thing they noticed was that Midoriya's home was two buses welded together. Rough metal patches ran along the middle of the room, and there was a patched up sleeping bag in one corner and a patched up mattress in another corner. Piles of shirts and pants of random colours were strewn on the mattress, all of them being patched up. There were chargers near the front, with a table. A disposable plastic bottle and a laptop sat on the table, with stray electronic parts and screwdrivers scattered all over. Two metallic masks were on the table, one seemed to be complete while the other one had some metal and plastic bit sticking out of it. A pair of goggles sat on the table.
There was some hastily welded metal structures filled with papers and notebooks against, and a lone green hoodie was hanging from a hook, having been stitched up in the torso area from a very large slash, next to a blue one. Faint bloodstains were seen on the hoodies. A small bottle with a metal straw and a lighter was on the floor, with several pieces of paper.
Maijima could only call the place an organised mess, and his first question was, "How the heck did you get all this?"
Midoriya shrugged. "People throw away perfectly good things all the time. One part is broken and they decide the replace the whole thing." Midoriya walked towards the papers, carefully taking them off and organising them. "Ah. Tsukauchi's pile." He neatly tied some paper in a rubber band, placing it on the table.
Kayama took the pile off the table and handed it to Nezu, the animal principle being too short to reach the table top on his own. He slowly flipped through the papers, reading Midoriya's messy handwriting as he tried to decipher the hidden treasure on the papers.
"Sorry my handwriting is messy..." Midoriya apologised as he took down another huge stack of notebooks and paper. "I honestly never expected that other people would be looking at my stuff."
Maijima had turned his attention to Midoriya's mask, and examined it. He could see some sort of air filter, and metal plates that could be adjusted. The goggles also had adjustable lenses, and Maijima was rather surprised how much he could zoom in. He then moved on to inspecting the weird contraption that was on the floor. "What is this?"
"A small blowtorch. The large ones are too big to use."
Maijima was probably gaping at beneath his mask, as Midoriya explained, "I fill it with rubbing alcohol. When the alcohol burns, it sucks up more alcohol. Kinda like a drinking straw, except it burns. It works like 30% of the time though..." Midoriya pointed the horrible welding on the ceiling and floor. "I tried to do that with petrol from the buses. I was lucky that the petrol was diluted with water from the seawater and didn't make that bad of an explosion."
Maijima facepalmed , "If you can make this kind of stuff with junk and makeshift tools, I wonder how you'll fair in an actual workshop. I'm sure you'll have fun with Hatsume, if you can tolerate her."
"Hatsume?" Midoriya turned to look at the hero, as he finished sorting out his papers and notebooks.
"Hatsume Mei. She blew up five robots after orientation, made the door explode twice, and almost killed everyone when she somehow made a staple gun go rogue." Maijima grumbled exasperatedly.
Midoriya had swept his mask and goggles into a plastic bag, since he didn't have too much, and he rolled up his sleeping bag. Kayama was insistent that he forget about the clothes, and she, along with Yamada and Aizawa, would bring him to a mall for proper clothes. "Look. I know that you lived on your own, somehow scrapping by with meagre funds. But now, things have changed, alright Izuku? If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask up for it. Like if you need a power drill with a diamond drill bit for whatever purposes. I'm sure Power Loader would lend it to you."
Maijima snorted, "If we even have one."
Kayama pat Izuku's head, "Don't worry about that. That's just his way of saying that he would. Getting doors blown off its hinges every day would make anyone go a bit nuts."
"And here's your room!" Nezu flung a room on the second floor of Heights Alliance. "Well, you can technically choose any room you want."
Midoriya just gaped at the room. It was huge. There was a closet way too large even if he brought all his clothes along. He suddenly felt really small as he glanced at the empty room. "Leave your stuff here. We'll go get dinner before seeing if there's anything you want."
Kayama practically dragged Yamada into the nearest mall from UA. Aizawa claimed that he wanted to nap, and had fallen asleep inside his sleeping bag of the 1-A dorm couch. Midoriya was sticking closely to the two heroes, eyes skimming the area as if he was expecting to be attacked at any moment. Given that he was a vigilante that had been chased by villains and heroes, Kayama shouldn't be that surprised.
But the fact was that she had stopped seeing him as some vigilante. After whatever he had done when they were captured, what he had said to Tsukauchi, and how he reacted to Nezu's offer, Kayama couldn't stop herself from feeling that Midoriya was simply a scared child that was trying to defend himself from the harsh world that was constantly attack him. His eye bags indicated he never slept well, and he had to have gained his ridiculously high pain tolerance from somewhere just made her want to protect the boy even more.
They first went into a food court, and as expected, Midoriya had gone to the cheapest stall and ordered the cheapest food item; a plate of fried rice. Out of habit, Midoriya sniffed the food, before he hesitantly took a small bite. "This is... delicious!" Midoriya gasped, eyes sparkling.
Yamada looked worried. Midoriya was suspicious of normal food. Knowing that the vigilante only ate bread after his home was destroyed was bad enough, but people had probably messed with his food before to make him so wary of what he put in his mouth. Lunch Rush would throw a fit if he learnt about that.
Maybe he should talk to Lunch Rush. The boy should be allowed to be pampered a bit, given he practically spent half his life trying to survive on his own with no help.
They went into a clothes store next, and Midoriya just gawked at the large selection of clothing available. Kayama just laughed at his shocked face as Yamada dragged the boy around, trying to find clothes that suited him. Yamada had shoved a handful of clothes as Midoriya started rambling off reasons why he didn't need so many clothes since UA was already providing a lot for him. Kayama shook her head, and just pushed Midoriya into the fitting room, saying he had to learn to actually enjoy life and that he should be a bit more selfish instead of always thinking of others.
Midoriya had finally (after a lot of convincing from both Yamada and Kayama) agreed to get five shirts and tights, since the washing machines in the dorm rooms had a dryer function. The only thing Midoriya seemed to truly want was a green hoodie, so Yamada indulged him, buying two for him so he could wear one while the other was in the wash.
Midoriya had politely declined to get any furniture for him room, seeing as they had pushed the boy just to get clothes, they decided to let it go and just bought essentials like soap and shampoo before they returned to the dorms.
Aizawa was still sleeping on the couch.
Midoriya curled up in his sleeping bag, on the floor of his room. Shuzenji's quirk must have finally had an effect on him, as Midoriya had never drifted off to sleep so quickly or so early before.
He did wake up, roughly four hours later. It was still early in the morning, and the sun wasn't out yet. He tossed an turned in his sleeping bag, trying to go back to sleep. He was safe in UA. He was able to sleep while he was in Shinsou's house, but that was probably because he was injured and needed to rest.
Wait. Was Shinsou even accepted into UA? How did his entrance exam go?
"Hey." Aizawa greeted when Izuku trudged down to the common area, downing a large cup of something.
"Yo! Hi!" Mic greeted, sitting beside Aizawa as he drank orange juice.
Midoriya curiously stared at the black liquid in Aizawa's cup.
"What's that?" He asked, "It smells good."
"Coffee. Wanna try?" Aizawa asked, placing his head on the table as if he had been sleeping there.
"Shouta! You can't offer kids coffee!" Yamada grumbled.
Midoriya carefully grabbed a cup, and Aizawa poured a bit of his coffee into his cup. Taking a small sip, Midoriya paused, savouring the taste of the drink, before finishing the rest of his cup.
"Shouta!"
"Ah. Izuku." Nezu grinned, passing over a set of uniforms to the boy, "Sorry we had to pass you your uniform so late. Aizawa is probably addressing the class so you can change, and then head to classroom 1-A. I'm sure you know where to go?"
"Yep!" Midoriya grinned. He was gonna be hella uncomfortable without the soothing hood over his head, but they were just students, right? They couldn't really hurt him, right?
"Alright class. I'm sure you would have noticed that table right next to the window beside Shinsou. We have a new student." Aizawa said.
A new student? On the second day of class? Shinsou thought.
"He's a vigilante who technically can't be labelled a vigilante and if the media asks just say that he's going through rehab or something." Aizawa grumbled, before turning to the door. "You didn't have to wait for me to invite you in, you know?"
A short, green haired boy with shining emerald eyes stepped into the classroom.
Aizawa internally snorted as he saw Shinsou's eyes grow wide at the familiar green haired boy, and he carefully kept an eye on Bakugou, who's face had suddenly turned pale, like he had seen a ghost.
Or in his case he was seeing a ghost. Bakugou didn't know Midoriya Izuku didn't really die seven years ago.
"Hi. My name's Midoriya Izuku, but just call me Izuku!"