I don't own BNHA
lmao for this chapter, I feel like i've gotta avatar vibe going on lmao
The very next day, Aizawa announced that Midoriya had passed off his rep duties to lida, while Uraraka had passed them off to Momo.
"Man, this sucks. We should've just voted for people who wanted to do it," Mina had said, swinging on her chair.
Uraraka shrugged. "Agreed."
...
Meanwhile, at the disintegrated gates stood Midnight, Nezu, Recovery girl and Thirteen.
"How were the ordinary members of the press able to do this?' Asked Midnight, disturbed. Sure, most of the press had quirks-some even powerful ones-but this was just...
U.A had one of the best securities. There were pro-heroes here, after all, along with the number one hero.
"It's more than that. The press couldn't have done this," Nezu said, smile never faltering.
"Could someone evil have slipped in?' Nezu asked calmly. "or could this be a declaration of war?'
...
"We'll be having a special class," Aizawa said, "with three instructors. Me, All Might and one more person."
Uraraka steeled herself, remembering the plan she made with Neito last night. If it worked...
She could feel her stomach get queasy, not even having used her quirk. She didn't want to go along with the plan Neito had come up with, but-
wasn't it their responsibility to rid the world of Shimura Tenko? Why was she hesitating?
"Excuse me!' Sero shot his hand up, leaning behind Deku so the teacher could see his face. "What'll we be doing?'
Aizawa dramatically thrust a white card with the word 'rescue' written on it in blue. "Disasters, shipwrecks and everything in between."
Kaminari smiled nervously, "looks like it'll be a lot of work this time, too."
"Idiot," Kirishima said fondly, leaning forward on his desk. "this is the duty of a hero."
Chatter started up. "Hey, I'm not done," Aizawa reprimanded, shushing them. "you can decide if you want to wear your costume or not, this time, because there are probably costumes that limit your abilities, too." He pressed a button on a remote-where did that even come from?-which brought out their costumes.
"The training will take place off-campus, so we'll be taking a bus. That's all, get ready." With that, Aizawa left.
Uraraka clenched and unclenched her fists, her shoulders tensing.
if we don't succeed now...
then everything will change.
But she didn't want to kill Shimura Tenko.
All Might wore his normal, yellow striped suit. He flew through the air, patrolling for villains or signs of trouble. He'd defeated a villain just a second ago, and he could've sworn there was a hit-and-run, but when he'd gotten to the location, it seemed peaceful.
After I gave young Midoriya One For All, my powers have been weakening.
He stared at his palm. His smile never wavered, though. He had practice, after all.
On top of that, after forcing myself that time, the time I can spend in this form has gotten shorter
He felt wistful. Of course. He wanted to keep saving people, but knowing someone like Midoriya was his successor, he could feel relieved, at the very least.
Once Midoriya learnt to control One For All and made the power his own, he will be unstoppable. Nothing could stand in his way, All Might was sure of that.
But, still
you told young Bakugo? and young Uraraka knows, too...
Midoriya had said that he had felt the urge to tell Bakugo, despite the fact that no one else knew. All Might wasn't so sure. Young Uraraka was...
a bright, young woman, but she knew things she shouldn't. He was sure of it. He was also pretty sure Aizawa was getting agitated.
Of course, Aizawa got the "most annoying" class of them all.
It should be fine since young Bakugo didn't seem to believe him. But, he can't keep doing that. He's too sincere.
He would let it go once, but he didn't want his secret in the wrong hands.
He could feel his power giving out on him. Damnit. He'd taken a detour since he'd thought there was more trouble, but he'd overestimated how long he could stay in this form.
He saw a secluded alley, landing in it. He sighed in relief as steam came out of his body.
His senses went haywire when he heard footsteps that seemed painfully familiar.
"you...!' he hissed, whipping around and coming face-to-face with the shadow.
Uraraka was surprised to see Deku wearing his hero costume.
Wait a second, why didn't he wear it last time...?
Something about it being ripped-
oh.
oh.
Was she really such a burden that protecting her ripped up his costume? wow...
Burden, huh? She couldn't afford to be carried to victory this time, to let her classmates do the work and get the fame.
It's not like Shimura would wait until she was strong enough to kill him.
She chuckled to herself softly, a hollow, bitter sound. Maybe he'd decay her when she tried. But then, she couldn't bear the thought of her parents staying poor. At least, the first time, they'd had luxury for a few years.
And if she died, her friends would be sad. Probably.
She blocked out that thought which had been screaming "they're not yours" for the past year.
She was forced out of her thoughts by a shrill whistle. She twisted her head to see lida. She felt sympathy for how hard he worked, only to find out the bus had a different layout than a normal bus.
Which the first pair realised when they saw they couldn't sit on the seat they were supposed to since one seat would have at least six people.
Once they were all seated, lida sulked, his head in his hand, at his plan's failure. Uraraka didn't sit in the same seat as last time, instead of sitting right in the corner, at the very end of the bus.
She felt something shift against her leg and she wasn't sure if she felt dread or relief.
"It's really happening," she whispered, trying to calm her nerves with a smile. Her smile shook violently, though.
She felt pressure against her knee, and took comfort in it.
Momo tried to take a seat but Uraraka moved to the seat next to her. She felt terrible for it, but Momo was nice enough to take the hint and take a different seat, as offended and confused as she was.
She wondered if Uraraka was mad at her? Maybe Uraraka didn't want her to be vice rep. But she shook the thought. Uraraka wasn't like that.
She saw the seat next to her sink a little and move. Something slipped into her palm, intertwining with her fingers, squeezing her hand.