Calmly, I place my earphones in my ears listening to the music bellowing in my ears as I arise from my seat. I sling my bag over my shoulder turning to leave while the others happily converse amongst themselves over the test which I easily blank them out, focusing on just getting home and dreading the dishes awaiting for me to scrub no doubt.
"Sashiko san!" Startled, I jolt up at the tug, flinching from the contact before making me turn.
"Hm?" I hum, turning to Midoriya, my brow raised at the sight of the boy, oblivious to my muffled music. He rants, going on a tangent, a part of me tempted to just nod numbly and keep my music in, a tactic I often used to deal with my father. But I sigh, reluctantly removing my ear buds when seeing how animated he is, his green hues practically gleaming glittering with stars. I can't do that it's like kicking a puppy you don't do it no matter how much of a shit it could be.
"I just wanted to thank you again for sticking up for me these past few days." Earnestly, he concludes his rant.
"Oh, it's cool." Casually, I wave him off, growing tired of the thanks.
"But you spoke back to a teacher!" Surprised, I jolt up at the voice turning to find Iida there, when did he get there?
"Yes…and you can ask a teacher a question did you know that Iida?" Smirking, I point out.
"Of course, I did." Confused, he furrows his brow.
"Right…is that all? I gave you your jacket back so there really is no further purpose to this conversation." Curtly, I sigh placing my forefinger on my temple, trying to massage a pattern into my temple, trying to deal with the two before me, already dreading the mess at home.
"O-Oh right well um…I just wanted to tell you. You won't need to keep looking out for me anymore I'll prove it to you and everyone I can control my quirk." Confidently, he promises me determined, his fingertips curl into fists as he makes that proclamation.
"…Okay." Lazily, I shrug.
"Wait okay?" Lost, Midoriya blinks befuddled a few times.
"What else am I meant to say?" Frowning, I argue having no real what to say I mean sure…okay? You do that…I don't really care; I just didn't like the tone that teacher took along with certain attitudes that just rubbed me the wrong way.
"W-Well…" Shyly, Midoriya stares down at his fidgeting fingertips, where I note the bandages once as he begins freaking out, a faint ruby red tint to his cheeks making me scowl.
"Hey wait up you guys! Are you going to the station? I'll join you guys!" Animatedly, the brunette girl calls out waving her arm out to us.
"Oh you're the infinite girl." Iida identifies her.
"I'm Ochako Uraraka. Let's see your Tenya Iida, Sayako Sashiko and your name is…Deku right? Midoriya?" Merrily, she recognises us as she begins pointing at us.
"D-Deku!?" Blushing, Midoriya freaks out.
"Uh yeah isn't that what Bakuago called you? During the fitness test he said…" Confused, Ochako points out.
"DEKU YOU BASTARD!"
"…Right?" Unsure, she smiles up at him.
"Well, my name is actually Izuku Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me." Nervously, he explains correcting us.
"That's unsportsman like…" Disapprovingly, Iida furrows his brow.
"You have met Bakugo right?" Sceptical, my eyes narrow at Iida.
"Oh I didn't realize that I'm sorry." Apologetic, Ochako gasps, guilt laced in her tone.
"I thought as much." I sigh, shrugging my shoulders.
"What do you mean?" Iida queries curious.
"Bakuago screams bully he would be under the definition of a bully and you Midoriya would be under the name bullied or doormat." Bluntly, I deadpan stating the fact as Midoriya flinches from my words.
"D-Doormat!?" Anxiously, Midoriya squeaks back.
"But you know what? I like Deku it can make a great hero name plus it sounds kinda cute." Cheerfully, Ochako offers.
"Deku it is!" Quickly, he decides making me facepalm.
"Just like that!? Weren't you saying that it was an insult!?" Incensed, Iida points out perplexed while I sigh facepalming at his quick decision noting Tenya's obliviousness.
"Give up Iida, this is a lost cause…" Tired, I place my hand on his shoulder stopping him.
"Paradigm shift my whole world is upside down!" Panicked, Midoriya covers his face steams spewing out of his ruby red features.
"Wait what?" Perplexed, Ochako furrows her brow.
"Regardless I'll be leaving you." Politely, I step back.
"Don't you take the train?" Curious, Ochako asks me.
"I have other means of transport, see you…" Civilly, I give them a swift salute with two fingers before turning my back to them and leaving U.A.
"Sayako! Sayako!" Animatedly, Hikaru beams brightly at the sight of me, startling the worker by his side when he lunges over into my arms.
"Hey Hikaru have a good day?" Calmly, I kneel down greeting him, feeling his grip tighten around my form as I look up at the woman, nodding her head and leaving us.
"Um…yeah." Shyly, he smiles confusing me when noting his green hues glancing over at the playground where I note a few parents swarm around one another, mothers gossiping, noting the girls glaring at him. The mothers give me quite the look, making my eyes narrow.
"You okay?" Gently, I whisper.
"Y-Yeah!" Strained, he smiles.
"What'cha got there?" Smoothly, I change topic his hand taking my own. I take his little bag, noting the sketchpads as we begin walking.
"O-Oh these? We were told to do some drawing today." Shyly, he whispers. I note his hand tighten around my own or attempt to.
"Whoa…Hikaru these are amazing!" Amazed, I gush, brightly beaming at the sight of the adult looking sketches, these designs look professional.
"Y-You think so?" Softly, he whispers.
"Hikaru you have a gift I mean it these drawings are great…they look like hero costumes." I point out my eyes narrowing at a few interesting quirk costumes.
"I drew like daddy." Proudly, he whispers bringing a strained smile tugging at my lips, twitching.
"Is…is that right?" Tightly, I smile, feeling my grip tighten around his hand, my chest tugging.
"Yeah, he's promised me this week end we'll go see some new hero costumes. I showed them these and he said to make them better I should label the materials I'll need to use though I don't know much about materials he promised to teach me." Mesmerized, he confesses to me.
"…Right." Distantly, I whisper trying to share the same hype but falter.
"Are you angry?" Apprehensive, Hikaru questions me noting my discomfort.
"I'm…I'm not angry, I'm not." Firmly, I assure him kneeling down, placing my hands on his shoulders stopping in our tracks.
"Then why aren't you smiling anymore?" He furrows his brow.
"I always am." I argue.
"No. You're doing daddy's smile." He points out making me wince.
"Just had a exhausting day at school…" Sadly, I exhale, not wanting to share anymore.
"Tell me! Tell me!" Nagging, he begs making me grumble only then to smirk smugly at the brief lightbulb moment coming to fruition.
"Alright, tell you what I'll tell you all about my day on one condition…" Sneakily, I wink at the idea. I mean I have no clue on fashion or any of that dull stuff, but I should at least good look and I'm sure this will help us both. Smirking, I kneel down, whispering the plan in his ear making him beam brightly, noting his head happily accepting the offer as we head home.