A Matter of Assumptions

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Shinsou almost felt sorry for the quirkless kid. He was impressed that he was able to get into the hero course of all things. On the other hand, he was about to beat him. It is one more step to his dreams. He is about to learn an important lesson. He shouldn't make assumptions especially about feral green beans.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Shinsou groaned at his aching ribs. He still felt a little dizzy from that throw. What the hell?! What was that guy made of? A brick wall?

"You look like crap," A voice said beside him.

He glared at the kid with big purple balls for hair next to him. He was pretty sure that he was a hero course student if he remembered correctly.

"I hope that the other guy looks worse," The kid added.

He snorted.

"The other guy didn't have a scratch on him," He mumbled.

That is what hurt because he didn't even leave a mark on him. He should have done something when Midoriya started to get into a crouching position. Looking back, he looked like a tiger ready to pounce.

He hit like a tiger too.

"Bad match up?"

"No…it was actually the perfect match up."

It was. He was against the quirkless kid. No overpowered quirk to worry about. He only had to make him talk.

Only he couldn't.

Midoriya just stared at him as he tried to get him to talk.

The moments tick by….nothing. No response or anything. He just stared at him. No reaction. Nothing…like he was starting into a void.

He remembered feeling the sweat rolling down his neck and back. He felt himself rambling…almost pleading for a response.

"Who did you go up against?"

"Midoriya? The quirkless hero student kid?"

The other kid just stared at him.

"First mistake, you underestimated him. Everyone does that…hell, even me. They are like….oh, look at the powerless quirkless kid. He can't harm me. Big mistake….everyone is lucky that the festival rules didn't allow him to bring his knives. We would have been fucked," The kid snorted.

He stared.

"Knives?!"

"Knives are Izuku-chan's specialty. Although, he has started picking up the staff since the exam. Pray for us during Heroics, okay?"

"How long have you two been…."

"We have been doing martial arts since we were 6. I do it every week. Just to keep in practice. Izuku-chan goes twice a week. Mostly for weapon training. Sensei Martin is particular about that sort of thing."

The martial arts training would explain so much but it didn't explain how he couldn't get him to talk.

He got the other martial art guy to talk.

"…You should invest in some training yourself. You look like a twig," The kid remarked.

He glared at the other kid.

"Don't glare at me. It isn't me this time getting my ass kicked. You probably thought that you could coast on your quirk. Big mistake. Both classes have some heavy hitters and observation skills to boot. Just to take a stab at it. I'm not Izuku-chan after all. Mental quirk? Probably response based…and you couldn't get him to talk. So, he kicked you out of the ring. Our Senseis are big into not talking during fights. They say that it leads to long drawn villain speeches. When the speech doesn't tell you any important information, take them out."

Okay…that would explain the funny look on Midoriya's face when he rambled on and on.

"I'm sorry that my quirk isn't up to hero course quirk standard," He snapped.

"Izuku-chan doesn't have one. So, you are going with that excuse?" The kid said.

Instantly, his mouth snapped shut. Damn it….

"Just say that you screw up, learn from it, and move on. I did."

"You did?" He asked.

The kid nodded.

"I was a jerk to him when we were little. Izuku-chan is stubborn. Every time that I said something mean…or tried to hurt him. He always reached out his hand to me. In a locked broom closet, I finally did. It was the best decision of my life. He taught me so much. I'm a better person for it."

"Good for you," He said with a mild hint of sarcasm.

"It doesn't help that he is scary beyond belief. He figured out how to make balls stick to me when we were 5. He said something about my skin and balls act like a magnet that recoils off each other. Another theory is that my skin may have the same elastic as my hair. Judging by your face…you didn't know. How long do you think it took for him to figure out your quirk?" The kid said.

Crap.

"Probably a minute or two. Three…tops. Sensei Martin always says quirks are nothing but tools. Like our bodies, people don't often refine their quirks. They just look on the surface. I remember being told off when I slacked off with my training and my quirk. He did the same to Izuku-chan. I can hear Sensei Martin say… What are the four words to bring to a fight? Look, Listen, Plan, React. I remember when we told him that we wanted to be heroes. He looked at us for a bit and said that quirks can be blocked, taken, bleed out…you know…I never asked him about that one. Anyway, the mind and body…no one can take that unless you let them."

"Your Sensei sounds like an asshole."

"He is one. He will straight up tell you when you get into his classes. Sensei Chilman is nicer…unless you piss her off…then…Sorry? I mean an angry girl can be hot but…I like life too much. Anyway, Sensei Chilman almost always has an opening if you want to learn."

"I think about it. On that thought, why are you here? I didn't think that you had a match. I thought that you lost during the last round,``he asked.

"Waiting for Izuku-chan, of course. He is facing Todoroki this round. I wanted to see if everything was okay."

Damn…that sucked.

"Sorry about your friend. Maybe, it will be over quickly," He said.

"Man…I'm not worried about Izuku-chan. I'm worried about Todoroki." The guy said.

Suddenly, the door swings open to see Todoroki and Midoriya coming through the door. They were leaning against each other. Todoroki looked like he got run over by a car. Cuts and bruises covering his face and arms. He was missing parts of his school uniform. What got him was his eyes….Todoroki looked at Midoriya like he had found a god.

Midoriya…well….

"Minochan, you waited for me!"

"Of course, I did….what the hell?! You could have left the ice spear at the arena?!"

Well…

Okay, he shouldn't make assumptions.

Ever.

End