I'm back again.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or BNHA. I love them, but I don't own them.
The day started as normally as any routine day – for everyone but Kyoya. He had woken up late, got changed in a rush, ran out of his apartment, got three blocks away when he remembered he forgot to grab his bookbag, ran back, grabbed the bag, locked the door and finally left for school. He got there with 10 minutes to spare – or he would have if there wasn't an absurd number of herbivores packed tightly against the doors of the school, blocking the entrance like a hoard of animals.
"You there!" One of them with a microphone shouted at Kyoya, calling the attention of three or four others, some with cameras and one other with a mic.
"Are you a first-year student?"
"How are classes with All Might!? Is he a good teacher?"
Kyoya would openly admit he was overwhelmed at that moment. The attention the first bundle gave him called him into question with several others, and he was seconds away from tearing into all of them at once when-
"He's got no comment for you." Someone from behind Kyoya said, a hand lightly resting on Kyoya's shoulder. Kyoya was pulled back against a chest and directed toward the main gate and away from the people. He stretched out his Flames and let out a small breath of relief when he was met with Ojiro's pure Rain Flames. Ojiro let go and took a step away from Kyoya once they were out of relative earshot of the mass media at the gates.
"You ok? You look like you were just about to kill them."
"I don't like crowding."
"Really? I couldn't tell." Kyoya looked at the other teen for a moment, with his less deadly version of his deadpan stare.
"I also don't appreciate sarcasm."
Ojiro ducked his head with a small laugh and a smile. "Noted."
"Ojiro-kun! Himura-kun!" Hagakure called from the front door to the building.
"Good morning." Ojiro greeted kindly as they walked up to her. Kyoya grunted.
"Good morning to you too! It's rare to see you so late, though, Himura-kun. You ok? Your tie is crooked too."
Kyoya blinked down at his chest and noticed that it was, indeed, crooked. And his shirt was untucked on one half. "I woke up late." He offered as an explanation and tossed his bag at Hagakure to tuck in his shirt. Hagakure caught the bag and giggled, bringing a hand up to her face. Ojiro just smiled more and set his bookbag down. He brought his hands closer to Kyoya, pausing a couple inches from the other's chest and looking up in askance.
Kyoya lifted his chin an inch and looked off to the side as Ojiro stepped in closer and fixed his tie. It took no longer than a couple seconds, but it was just long enough for Hagakure to get an idea and implement it. A quick 'Snap' and she took a picture and bolted the moment she had it – which was the only thing that saved her as Kyoya took chase a half step behind her.
Hagakure limped her way into class seconds before the bell with a chuckling Ojiro and a huffing, fuming Kyoya right behind her.
"I said I was sorry! You didn't have to tackle me!"
"Of course I had to, you wouldn't stop running away."
"Because you were chasing me!"
Ojiro clapped a hand on Hagakure's shoulder as he laughed a little louder at her plight. "It's really your fault, you took the picture."
She turned to him with a pout she knew he couldn't see and huffed, "But it was cute."
"What was cute?" Ashido cut in, sliding up to the others standing near the door.
Hagakure turned to the pink girl, but before the invisible girl could divulge the scandalous contents of the now deleted picture, Kyoya lay a hand firmly on her shoulder. He didn't even need to say anything; the action was more than enough to get across his displeasure of gossip.
"Ah… n-nothing. Oh, look. Class is starting so let's go sit, yeah?"
"Good herbivore. You learned a lesson."
"Himura, stop teasing your classmates and go sit down." A voice called from the doorway. Kyoya looked over his shoulder at the slightly slouched posture of their teacher and huffed as he retracted his hand and left to sit down. He sat and looked around the room as the teacher took attendance and announced that they needed a class rep, and that they would be deciding on that between themselves.
Immediately hands went up for volunteers for class rep, people all but shouting that they would do it. One of them, directly beside him, even went so far as to suggest they could do something about girl's skirts being shorter. Then, just as Kyoya was starting to get irritated with all the noise, Iida Tenya stood tall, with his hand raised the highest, and quieted the class with the suggestion of a vote, saying that if someone would have multiple votes despite no one really knowing each other yet, wouldn't that mean that they would actually be a good leader? They all voted, and Kyoya, for really just a split second, thought to vote for his Sky because the small animal was someone Kyoya had followed before, and never once regretted it – but now? His eyes slid over to Midoriya Izuku, studying the young male.
No… this young carnivore wouldn't be right as a leader in any capacity yet. He would be, in time, but not right now. He hummed in thought as he wondered who would be best suited for the job and was reminded who had actually silenced the class just a minute ago.
Sure, Kyoya hated feeling like an underling, and sure he could have voted for himself, but he knew that if he were to try to control this rowdy lot, he would definitely, and actually, kill at least 3 of them before the next week was done.
He slipped his vote in for Iida Tenya.
"So we have a tie for first place!" One of the herbivores up front crowed and Kyoya dug his head deeper into his arms, a vein attempt to ignore the world and sleep.
"Ah, um, Himura-san?"
"What." Kyoya muttered without looking up at the herbivore that disturbed him.
"You're up."
Kyoya opened his eyes to stare at the … person (?) in front of him. Or rather, beside him, as his seat at the back was right next to the herbivore that spoke to him. It was a tiny person, with some dark purple balls on his head, and for some unfathomable reason, Kyoya wanted to see how far he could punt the thing out the window. He wouldn't, but he wanted to.
Kyoya slid his eyes up at the front board and saw that his name had three votes next to it, along with the green small animal, already standing at the front and shaking in his red sneakers. Kyoya stalked up to the front with all the deadly grace of a cat on the hunt and read all the names that didn't have votes next to them. Three stood out as the culprits to name him leader. Still facing the board, he addressed them.
"Hagakure, Ojiro, Tokoyami." He picked up the chalk eraser and cleared his name from the board. "While it pleases me greatly that you would put your trust in me, you must realize that were I to lead this class as a whole, I would bite at least three people to death within a week from how annoyed I would be." He turned back to the class and started toward his desk, watching the three of them fidget at their desks. He would thank the three personally later, maybe try for another spar with Tokoyami and Ojiro, and maybe include Hagakure as well, just to see her hand-to-hand combat skills. The way she dodged him this morning showed promise in her footwork.
In the end, it came down to the green small animal and an herbivore he hadn't spoken to directly before, Yaoyorozu Momo as vice rep. Classes resumed as normal for the rest of the morning and then it was lunch. Reborn/Aizawa left the classroom before Kyoya could even pack his textbooks into his bag, and the teen was left to fend for himself in the sudden mix of students. With a sigh he allowed himself to be dragged/ guided to the cafeteria by the two herbivores (and one omnivore) that had voted for him.
The line was long, and the room was noisy, but the food was good and free, so Kyoya stood quietly and bore it. Tokoyami was standing behind him while Ojiro and Hagakure stood in front – though that was only when they actually gathered their food, as they stood more or less in a loose circle otherwise.
Kyoya watched every student in front of him as they all swiped their student cards once they reached the end of the line – but… wasn't it free? Why would students have to do anything if it was free? Kyoya obligingly pulled out his wallet and student card, getting ready to swipe it despite his suspicions. After all, the food smelled so good, and he had rushed this morning, so he hadn't grabbed anything to eat. He would discus the discrepancies he has with Aizawa later – seeing how it was the teacher and not the hitman that had possibly lied to him.
He led the pack to a random table at the very back of the room, as far away from the crowding noise as possible, and sat down with his back to the wall, Ojiro to his left, Tokoyami across from him and Hagakure adjacent. Normally, Kyoya would hate the sheer amount of people this close to him, but they acted as a wall between him and the rest of the herbivores in the cafeteria, so he allowed it.
"So, quick question," Hagakure started, "How did you know it was us that voted for you?"
Kyoya took a moment to swallow the food in his mouth and answered honestly. "Because you are all good followers." He watched them give him a slightly sour and contemplative look. "Don't give me that; it's not a bad thing. It just means that you can make a good leader into a great one."
"And what makes you think you wouldn't be that great leader?" Tokoyami asked, his shadow popping out for a moment to grab at the teen's food. The shadow let out a warbly whine as Tokoyami pulled his tray away at the last second, but the dark teen otherwise ignored the creature.
Kyoya really couldn't help but find it cute, so he offered it one of his Tempura. The shadow gasped, slid under the table, and wiggled in between Ojiro and Kyoya, gleefully nibling on the treat. "I wanna keep him, Fumi! He gives me food!" the shadow said in a voice that Kyoya both expected from the creature, and didn't expect at all, since he thought the thing didn't speak. Its' cuteness went down by a considerable degree –
"Oh, it speaks? That's so cool, Tokoyami-kun!" Hagakure exclaimed.
"I think I am a great leader, just in smaller and more competent groups of people that won't annoy me into biting them to death." Kyoya explained, blatantly ignoring the ensuing conversation between the creature, Hagakure and Ojiro.
Tokoyami chuckled and opened his beak to retort to that, when a sudden alarm blared through the cafeteria, telling the students to leave immediately. Ojiro flagged down one of the third years running by and asked him what the alarm meant.
"It means that there's an intruder here on campus!" he exclaimed, "You first years should start to run too!" And with his piece said, he bolted for the doors, with everyone else that had been eating just a minute before.
'No. Too many herbivores.' Kyoya thought, and went back to his food, eating the next piece of his salad without pause.
"Himura! Let's go! You heard that third year, someone got onto the campus!" Ojiro nearly yelled in his panic, stupidly grabbing Kyoya's arm and attempting to pull the slighter teen up out of his seat. Really, if there hadn't been food on the table, Kyoya might have thrown the teen onto it, and bitten him to death. As it was he snarled,
"Stop panicking! Use your head, herbivore! We are in UA high school, literally every teacher here is or was once a prominent Hero – there is no need to run. Everything will be fine. Just calm down and walk to the exit." He pulled his arm from the other's grasp and went back to eating.
"You should still come with us, Himura." Tokoyami said, his shadow disappearing into his back once the alarms started going off, half eaten tempura abandoned on the table beside his tray. Kyoya looked up at him with his deadpan glare.
"And stop eating when this is the first thing I've eaten today? No. I'll join you when I'm done. Now, you three go ahead."
"But Himura-kun!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Kyoya glared up at them. "Did that sound like a request? Because it wasn't."
The three teens shuddered in unison, looked at each other, and nodded at Kyoya. Then they turned to start toward the exit at a much slower pace than everyone else had, while still walking a quicker pace than normal. With the peace Kyoya had longed for finally at hand, Kyoya began to eat his food again, allowing himself to savour it. He watched as the teens, whom he may or may not have just shunned away from him, vanished around the corner and sighed. He just wanted to eat in peace and keep his new herbivores safe from what ever threat had entered the building. Was that too much to ask for?
About 30 seconds later, Ojiro came jogging back, though he slowed to a power walk as someone's shouting reached their ears. It sounded like Iida yelling that everything was fine, and that it was just the media that had broken in.
"Damn Iida's got a good set of lungs on him." Ojiro said as he sat back down next to Kyoya. The black-haired teen nodded with a pout.
"You would think he has to, considering his quirk." He responded. Ojiro hummed as he picked up his chopsticks and continued his lunch like he hadn't left it at all. "I thought I told you to leave."
"I did leave." Ojiro said around a small bite of food. He swallowed and continued. "You didn't say I couldn't come back."
Kyoya stared at him as he chewed his next bite.
"What? It's not like I could actually leave my friend here to get in trouble all alone. All you did was skip breakfast and want to eat lunch – that isn't something you should be in a lot of trouble for. But ignoring the alarms is – and I'm not the kind of guy to leave my friends hanging."
Kyoya looked back down at his food, chewing contemplatively. This was the kind of thing his Family would have done for him – sure Tsunayoshi and the other's feared him and listened to him, but they would have done the same thing as Ojiro had if the situation had arisen, albeit a lot louder. Subtly, he crossed his right leg over his left, not quite leaning into Ojiro's side, but certainly more content with the other teen's presence than he was before. His foot bumped Ojiro's seeing as the teen was mirroring his seated pose, and they both ignored how Kyoya kept his foot there, resting against Ojiro's.
Of course, they didn't get away from their lunch mischief without reprimand, but it was Reborn that found them, so they got off with a light scolding.
Kyoya sat in his normal seat later that after noon, listening to everyone come to the same conclusion he did that morning about Iida Tenya being the best one of their class for Class rep, while trying not to find the leading herbivore's new nickname amusing.
Kyoya had gotten that spar he had wanted after school that day with Ojiro, Hagakure and Tokoyami – and Reborn too, much to Kyoya's endless glee, though the hitman didn't join in until the three students had gone home for the day.
And honestly, Hagakure was a better opponent than Kyoya had thought she could be. Once she was naked again, no boots or gloves, and she had calmed her breath and stepped as lightly as possible – well, even he had a problem keeping up with some of her hits. And she actually landed a few real blows to Kyoya too! Kyoya realized he was relying on his eyes and ears too much after that third hit to his ribs, and he instead focused on his instinct and intuition. She made an interesting opponent, and he could see a lot of potential in her, with a lot of training.
(Immediately, he began thinking about Chrome's Mist Flames, and how she has used them to disappear on almost all her solo missions, and he remembered asking her once about why she wanted to be invisible. To this day, he could still remember her small smile as she replied "If no one can see me, then my attack will be even more powerful. Just think of it, Mr. Skylark, I could slice someone's throat in the middle of a busy street, blood everywhere, terror and screams – but no one would know it was me. Doesn't that sound wonderful? Like the kind of place Mukuro-sama would enjoy?" and damn, if Kyoya hadn't agreed. The fear that could cause would be amazing.)
Kyoya relished in the fact that he could finally go all out with Reborn – as much as this body and his current Flames would allow – and loved the fact that the hitman didn't hold anything back, even though he was hindered by the simple fact that he didn't have a gun, and only had his scarf to fight with. Kyoya thought it was a cool weapon though and he and Aizawa – not Reborn, as the hitman didn't actually like the scarf – talked as animatedly as either was able to about the weapon.
Kyoya hadn't spoken so much with any one person in such a short time since his last life.
The media were present early the next morning, but there were no more than two with microphones, and three with cameras – none of which were turned on while Kyoya slyly slipped by them.
"Ah! Wait! Can I just-"
"No." Kyoya muttered as he went passed the scrambling woman.
"Shoot! Why is he even here this early?!"
Kyoya just smirked as he left them behind. Unfortunately that was the only thing exciting that happened that morning.
He had lunch by himself for the first time since he had joined this school, having almost literally run away the moment he had his food, and vanished to the roof before it had cooled down. The view from there had been particularly, and unexpectedly, wonderful as well, and it seemed to only add to how delicious the food tasted.
From there Kyoya entered auto-pilot, retracing his steps back down to the cafeteria to drop off his plate and tray, then to class and to his desk, and the first words he really registered were the words 'Rescue Training', 'Costumes Optional', 'Off Site', and 'Bus'.
Hell to the yes, he was going in his costume. He knew he was just as strong as any of the kids in this class, Quirk or not, but he would be damned if he wasn't going to take every advantage he could against the rest here. He felt like his starting line was a mile behind the others'.
He tried to get on the roof of the bus to ride it to the training center, but he wasn't allowed; Reborn said no, and dragged him onto the bus properly behind the rest of the students, and there he sat – no he wasn't pouting, shut up – listening to the students behind him as they nattered to each other. It was loud and dreadful.
Kyoya hated it. The only thing that made it any better was the fact that Reborn had to suffer it too.
… until Kyoya shifted his eyes at the man and was greeted with the slouched posture of his teacher. The man looked over to Kyoya when he heard the teen's put-upon sigh.
"What now?"
"If I have to suffer the excruciating stupidity of my 'classmates' then I wanted Reborn to suffer with me. I suppose he can't suffer very much being in the back of your head." He growled.
"How can you tell us apart, anyway? I've been wondering about that for a while now." The teacher and hitman switched seamlessly between question and statement, and Kyoya gave the hitman an unimpressed stare.
"You cannot be serious. You mean to tell me that you can't tell?"
The hitman pouted. "We can tell the difference between us up here," he tapped his forehead, "But as far as I'm aware, no one else can tell the difference outwardly. I'm fairly certain there isn't a difference to spot."
"I can name four. Though I suppose two of them I only know because of our past." Kyoya looked back out the front window.
"No you can't."
"Your gait, your tone, your posture, your eyes." Kyoya said with as he tried to keep down his amount of smug. It didn't work well. "Your gait and your tone I can tell only because I've known you forever, it feels, Reborn, though your posture and your eyes are also dead give-aways."
The hitman hummed contemplatively. "Well, that answered Shota's question. But I've got one of my own, now, and it might be a hard one for you to answer."
Kyoya raised an eyebrow in the hitman's direction, while continuing to stare out the window.
"I can not for the life of me, remember how I died."
Kyoya, very slowly, turned to the hitman's insufferable smile with his deadliest deadpan stare, "Was that supposed to be a joke?"
"Was it funny?"
"No." Kyoya barked. The man's smile turned into a smug grin.
"Well, Shota thought it was funny. Someone appreciates my humor."
"If he actually did think it was funny, then neither of you have a sense of humor, in the slightest."
The grin the hitman bore irritated Kyoya, so he turned to look out the front window again, contemplating what he was going to be doing for this 'Rescue Training'. Reborn – er, no, Aizawa (that wasn't the hitman's posture) stood to join the driver at the front and called over his shoulder for the herbivores to calm down because they had arrived. Kyoya was the first off the bus, simply because he couldn't wait to be as far away from the rest of his classmates when they were being this loud.
Ojiro stood as a silent sentry at his side, and Hagakure and Tokoyami soon joined them, also blissfully quiet.
"You see," Kyoya began, garnering the attention of the three next to him. "This is precisely the reason I would hate to lead this class. This whole trip I had to be held in my seat by sensei, so I couldn't bite them all to death for how loud they all were, and still are." It was mostly true. Kyoya did have to have Reborn next to him so he wouldn't bite to death the herbivores riding in the little tin can with him, but he wasn't exactly held down.
Reborn knew better.
They entered the building and walked up in a tight group (that Kyoya strayed away from as much as he could without getting called to attention by a teacher) to meet 13, a rescue Hero that had built the stadium they were currently standing it. 'USJ' it was called. Kyoya tisked as the Hero began listing the different kinds of parts of the facility and about how their Quirks were dangerous. Kyoya nearly scoffed as the Hero pointed out that accidental Quirk use could kill, so they had to be careful how and where they used their Quirks.
"Now, I hear there's someone in this class that's a little… special?"
Was… Was he seriously getting called out on being Quirkless AGAIN?! He growled.
"Ah, yes you. I would like to talk to you about which part in my building you'll go into. Usually for the first Rescue training I have students go where their Quirks would be the most useful, like Asui-kun would be best for the shipwreck because of her Frog Quirk and how Bakugou-kun shouldn't go to the landslide because his explosions would only hinder any efforts on already shaky ground. But with you I would like to know which area you would be most comfortable with for today. Once you and I get a feel for your strengths and weaknesses together, I'm sure we can make you even stronger, Himura-kun."
So he was getting called out, but it wasn't for a bad reason…? Kyoya simmered down and nodded at the Hero. He could do that.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood tall, and Kyoya was almost instantly at the head of the stairs with his tonfa out, already looking for the cause of his intuition spiking. He looked at Aizawa as Reborn slipped in place, and they nodded to each other. Not a second later the lights flickered, electricity making every bulb explode in a wave that was far to perfect to have been caused by anything but a Quirk. A shiver crawled up his spine, causing him to look down at the main area with a large fountain.
The air seemed to warp for a moment, purple oozing out a second later, spreading in a large oval. A hand shoved out from the front, forcing the portal – because what else could it be? – open wider, and a trickle of people, some armed and some not, started to walk out.
"Don't move!" Reborn shouted just as an herbivore tried to start his way forward. Kyoya didn't care witch one. "This isn't part of the training – those are real Villains. Stick close together!"
Kyoya could feel their fear jump with that, and it made him want to give his tonfa a new coat of red. He glanced over at Ojiro and the other two, meeting the other male's eyes and giving him a subtle nod. The other just raised an eyebrow in worried confusion, but returned the gesture.
"Kyoya. Go back with them. You're a student too." The hitman said in a low voice as he lowered the goggles on his face. Kyoya gave him a sidelong glance.
"How long have we fought together, Arcobaleno?" the hitman shuddered a deep breath out. Kyoya looked back at the small army forming in the main center.
"It's been so long since I've heard that title." Reborn said shakily.
"How long was it that we fought side by side? I still remember all your fight patterns, and I know you remember mine. And besides," Kyoya started down the stairs, a feral smile on his lips. "I am quite literally the only person here that can't get in your way." For the drama, he looked back over his shoulder.
"I'm Quirkless, remember? I'm also Hibari Kyoya. I'm going to go have fun biting them all to death for crowding."
Kyoya listened to Reborn shout his name as he dashed forward, uncaring as the first Villain fell under his strike.
Did I say these chapters were going to be longer? Whelp… I also accidentally added a day. Right before Ep 9, and after Ep8. Oops?
Also, I am a Yaoi Fan Girl through and through, but I see Kyoya as ace in cannon, so while I'm accidentally writing Kyoya a little closer to Ojiro than I meant to, please note that there won't be a romance between them. (I keep mentally saying 'No, bad fan girl. Don't do the thing!'… it doesn't work.) THAT BEING SAID, if more than ten of you agree with my inner dork, I will add the slightest bit in, though if I do, it will be a very very small part in the story and change absolutely nothing. It also wouldn't happen until after the summer camp arc.
k, love you, bye. R&R?