13. First Day of School
A soft cough escaped his lips as Izuku walked beside his blond friend.
"You alright?" Katsuki asked, a little nonchalantly.
"It's nothing." Izuku replied.
"Calling bullshit in three, two-"
"There's no blood!" Izuku quickly clarified. "I feel terrific, my head doesn't hurt and my temperature is okay!"
"Dammit." Katsuki tutted.
The two walked into school grounds, Izuku bringing up a little conversation of how excited he was as Katsuki gave one-word replies. They stepped into school and looked for the location of their classes.
"A Class is in the other direction." Katsuki muttered. "H is over there. You can get there by yourself?"
Izuku nodded. "I'm not a kid!"
"Handkerchief?" he asked.
"Are you seriously doing this agai-" Izuku paused when Katsuki shot him a murderous glare, "-Yes."
"Medicine?" Katsuki continues.
"Yes." Izuku has officially given up on defying Mommy Katsuki.
"And when exactly do you eat it?"
"After my meal."
"Then?"
"I go to the infirmary for the rest of recess."
"Yeah." Katsuki said, seemingly a little satisfied now at the knowing that Izuku probably won't die today, "And yes, in fact, you may leave now" He said in mild sarcasm.
"Yes, mom." Izuku chuckles, turning around and headed towards his classroom. He turned back one last time for a wave and "See ya, Kacchan!"
"Go already!" the blond boy snapped.
Izuku steps to the doorway of 1-H, aweing at the sheer size of the door. "Huge! Is it because of anyone that has a size quirk?" he wondered. Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath, puts on a nervous smile and heads into class.
There were already many people inside. The classroom itself didn't hold a lot of chairs- fifteen to twenty at most -probably because there weren't many people in the Support Department. Izuku spotted a particular pink-haired girl at a certain table, fiddling with a particular mechanism.
"Hatsume-san, good morning!" he greets, making his way over, "We're in the same class!"
"Midoriya!" she acknowledge his presence, "Good morning!"
"What's that?"
"It's an engine!" Hatsume said, "I made it on the way to school."
"How on earth are you so crazy into high-tech..." Midoriya mumbles, "Can a normal person make an engine out of trash and junk?"
"Of course! Junk are treasures waiting to be discovered!"
The two had a hearty conversation, which included getting to know each other more and exchanging ideas about inventions. They received interested or scoffing looks from their classmates, but none really went too near to the two. They felt like any new presence would break their chain of communication and abruptly pause the chat.
But they had to be stopped when the teacher walked in- someone all of them were familiar with, as they had met her at the entrance exam -the 18s-above-only Hero, Midnight.
Everyone scurried away to a random seat, having not received the seating chart yet.
"Greetings, everyone!" she grinned. She still wore the skimpy outfit and held the whip, but no one asked during exams, so no one asked now either. "As you all know, I am a Pro Hero, Midnight! You shall refer to me as Midnight-sensei, and I have been assigned to your class as homeroom teacher."