BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Izuku's hand suddenly sprang out and punched the metal clock, which promptly maked him rear back in pain.
He clutched his hand while quickly sitting up while hissing in pain.
Izuku checked his hand for injuries.
No sign of any new ones.
But there was a giant scar right in the middle of his palm that never stopped throbbing. Not since. . .that night.
But he was home now, and safe.
There was no need to panic, but that was his sadly his normal routine. He wakes up every morning to another panic attack, thanks to the memories that don't go away. Izuku sat in his bed breathing deeply to calm his shaken nerves.
He then quickly rubbed the weariness off of his face before he sat up and got dressed. As he tried to walk out of his room, his pinky toe jammed straight into the door frame.
Izuku did not move for a few seconds before he doubled over and wailed in pain while clutching his foot.
Suddenly, Bakugo ran up the steps and appeared in his door frame. "WHAT'S WRONG WHAT HAPPENED!?" He screamed.
Izuku stopped cursing at his foot and stared at Bakugo for a moment. He then grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which happened to be his pillow, and threw it at him with full force.
"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE!!!???" He screamed. Bakugo easily side-stepped the cushion attack. "You left your bathroom window open." He said simply.
Izuku's eyes darted back and forth as he searched for a coherent response. "THAT'S EIGHT FEET OFF THE GROUND YOU DICK-HEAD!!!" He said, still panicked.
Bakugo just shrugged, "I know it's bad that I dropped in so suddenly but I figured you'd probably sleep in."
"THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM YOU IDIOT!" Izuku screamed.
Bakugo's eyes suddenly widened as an somthing clicks in his brain. "That reminds me, our teacher is here to meet us."
"What?" Izuku questioned with a cold whisper, his pillow still posed for attack.
Bakugo backed off quickly, open palms outstretched in front of his body.
"I don't know man. He was here before me. Speaking of which you really need to stop hiding your key under the mat, it's pretty old school."
Izuku just growled and stood up. He felt like he couldn't have ONE day where someone was breaking into his home. And suddenly he has to deal with his teacher on a SATURDAY of all days.
He quickly walked into his closet and tore his shirt off the hanger, nearly breaking it in the process. He shoved Bakugo aside and stomped down the stairs. He was WAY to angry to care about how he looked right now.
However he was surprised to find that the teacher looked far worse than him. He had dark circles under his eyes and a partially shaven face adorned with bloodshot eyes and shaggy long hair that looks like it hasn't been washed in weeks.
Izuku paused at the bottom of the stairs in surprise, which earned a irritated shout from Bakugo right behind him. He thought that teachers where all stuck up and took their job way too seriously. It made Izuku respect him just a little bit.
Then the teacher spotted him from across the room. "I'm Mr. Aizawa." He said simply, "Sit down so I can go back home and sleep."
And with that, Izuku sat on the couch in front of him with a grin.
It had only been a week since the entrance exam. And they expect them to get into the school THIS EARLY!? Everyone Izuku saw walking into the building was either excited, nervous, or too tired to care.
And Izuku, unfortunately, was the latter.
Honestly he felt like he wanted to die. But his stubbornness wouldn't allow him to stay home for the day.
So here he his. Dragging his feet into the giant door of U.A. already thinking about skipping class.
He walked through the doors and mentally prepared himself for his home room since Izuku had never been the most social person. It's not like Izuku could really help it, he just never really got along with the other kids.
Except for Bakugo however. When they where kids a strange man tried to kidnap him, and Izuku saved him by spitting a glob of acidic bile an his face.
Izuku remembered that time very well. It was the time where Bakugo had finally recognized him as a friend, and he was surprisingly protective.
And speaking of protective, here was Bakugo, at Izuku's side like a shield. Not that Izuku had noticed.
Then Bakugo's hand clapped on Izuku's shoulder. "Hey." He said.
Izuku then suddenly turned around and threw Bakugo's arm off of him. "JESUS CHRIST!" He screamed as his hand flew towards Bakugo's face.
"Whoa," Bakugo said as he dodged the punch. "you're getting faster!"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST GREET ME NORMALLY!"
"Because it's no fun."
"I hate you."
"Or so you say."
Izuku just threw his arms up in the air and stormed down the hallway.
"You think he's pissed?" Bakugo sarcastically asked the brown-haired girl beside him. She looked a little concerned for Izuku and a little scared of this angry looking stranger.
Uraraka didn't know what to say and just bowed her head as she scampered off in the same direction as Izuku.
Bakugo watched her as she raced down the hallway. He then turned his head sharply to the left and bucked his chest to an innocent passing student.
"What are you looking at." He challenged.
Back with Izuku, he had finally found his class room full of people. He hated people. But Izuku sucked it up and walked in, hoping for the best that no one noticed him.
And naturally, with Izuku's luck, that didn't happen.
"Button up your shirt! That is NOT how U.A. students should conduct themselves!" Izuku looked to see that the speaker held his whole arm out at a point when gesturing to him. That was kind of annoying.
He could already tell this was going to be a rough day.
Izuku sat down in his chair and tried to ignore him, but it wasn't long before the guy got fed up with trying to reason with him. So he walked over to Izuku and clasped his hand on his shoulder.
"It is not polite to ignore someone when they are talking to you." He said firmly. Izuku glanced at the hand touching him and then looked into the boy's eyes. "You might want to take you hand off me." He said listlessly.
"You'll be expelled for hurting another student."
"Yeah, it's not gonna be me taking that long walk."
And with those few words the boy's jacket suddenly burst into flames. He screamed as everyone moved their attention to him and focused on putting out the flames now eating at his hair.
So focused in fact that they missed Izuku's grin as he watched him panicking on the ground. Then his body convulsed slightly.
He was laughing to himself.
"TENYA!" A voice screamed from the doorway. Suddenly Uraraka sprinted toward the flamer boy and ripped his jacket off.
Izuku realized this and immediately put out the flames with his quirk so she wouldn't burn herself. Uraraka threw the jacket to the ground and immediately tended to the boy on the ground, "Are you alright?" She asked softly.
Tenya breathed deeply for a moment before giving Izuku a look filled with rage.
"You're evil." He said. Izuku gave an offended look right back.
"What?" Uraraka asked gently.
"This boy- No, this monster set me on fire." He said, never breaking his glare with Izuku.
Well this is awkward, Izuku thought.
Uraraka looked between the two and gently shook her head at Tenya. "Izuku wouldn't do that," She said in the same soft voice, "I've meet Izuku before, he's a good person."
Izuku found a sudden interest at the black board in the front of the room and Tenya continued to glare for a moment.
Uraraka was about to say something again before she was interrupted by Izuku.
"The teacher's here." He said.
Then Aizawa cleared his throat and told them all to shut up. The class was immediately silent.
He walked from the door and toward Tenya, who quickly stood to attention. Aizawa scanned him up and down before finally sighing and rubbing the back of his head.
"Go to the nurse," He said, "You know where it is right?"
Tenya somehow seemed to stand up straighter. "Sir! I took the liberty beforehand to memorize the layout of the entire campus."
Aizawa just nodded his head and said, "Off you go." Before he walked up to the front of the room to get everyone's attention.
He began to tell the students about the school (which he only did in ten words somehow) before the next teacher came in, he apparently taught history and Izuku managed to figure out that Aizawa taught a new type of class called quirk compatibility's. That class was mostly about how to hone in on a person's power and figure out how to subdue them in the best way, like how water-based quirks had a hard time against ice-based ones.
Izuku was interested to find that a great majority of the teachers here where professional heroes. And that at one point All-Might walked into the class introducing himself as the teacher of C.E. A.K.A Combat education. Which was like a type of physical education that was based around combat and martial arts training.
Of course he had heard that from Bakugo at least. Izuku had gotten bored and ditched class by then.
He didn't leave school though. He just wandered through the halls exploring until the one period was over. Then he visited Bakugo in the classroom right next to him for lunch.
But it felt ominous, walking alone. He constantly felt like eyes where on him. Watching, waiting, and trying to figure him out.
This feeling went on for most of the day until they where released to go home. Izuku sat in his chair in the back, occasionally glancing at Tenya who paid him no mind for the rest of the day.
Then he packed up his stuff and walked out the door.
But before he could go far, he was stopped by a giant hand clad in spandex.
"Whoa there young man! I need a moment to speak with you if you please!" Said All-Might in his signature booming voice.
Izuku glanced at Bakugo who was preparing to walk home too. His eyes where larger than dinner plates as his head shot back and forth between the man and the boy.
Bakugo was an even bigger fan All-Might than Izuku was. Obsessed with him since childhood.
Bakugo locked eyes with Izuku and nodded his head understandingly. Then he spread his open palm and feigned holding a pen to write on it.
He was asking if Izuku could get his autograph.
Izuku sighed and rolled his eyes while shooing him off and Bakugo stuck both thumbs up in the air and bolted for the door.
Izuku could almost swear he saw his heels click.
"Excited kid isn't he?" All-Might asked, "Follow me to the teachers lounge please."
And with that they where sitting across from each other on giant pink sofas. All-Might however took up most of that space.
"So," He started, "Can you tell me about what happened this morning with Tenya?"
Izuku just glanced at him.
"Not really. He was fussing about my school ethic one moment and the next thing I knew was him screaming on the floor." Izuku tried really hard not to smile.
All-Might lifted an eye brow. Which looked a little strange considering he still had that gigantic smile on his face.
"Are you sure. We know about your quirk." He said.
It was obvious that he suspected him, and it was kind of making Izuku mad that he didn't just say it.
"It wasn't me, sir, if that's what you're thinking.
"And why is that?"
Izuku breathed and puffed out a tiny bit of green flames.
"My quirk comes from my mouth. If i breathed on him to start it people would have seen, including Tenya. And not to mention my flames are GREEN. The fire on his back was red."
All-Might gave out a little grunt as he seemed to double check that info with the foulder that laid on the table next to the sofa.
"You don't seem to be wrong."
Izuku just shrugged. "I know how to get myself out of situations like that. I make it a point to pay attention to the details. Otherwise people start to hate me for false accusations."
All-Might's eyes narrowed.
"Because of your family?" He asked.
Izuku's face dropped as he stoically looked out the window. "Yes." He clarified.
There was a moment of silence between the two before Izuku sighed and pulled out a blank piece of paper from his pocket.
"Can you sign this? It's for a friend."