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The class was oddly silent when Bakugo returned to them. It was nice, spending lunch with his old people. Midnight seemed a little weird at first. He wasn’t as used to her, despite having known her just as long as Mic, technically speaking. But…she was obviously close with Mic and Aizawa. If Mic was his sensei’s Deku, then Midnight would be his Round Face. It made sense to play nice with her.
Also, she had a wicked sense of humor that left Mic scrambling to cover “Kittycats” innocent ears.
Heh.
He was in such a good mood, it took him a moment to realize that 1A was acting…off, when he kicked open the door to the classroom and began stalking to his seat.
Kaminari and Ashido both openly gawked at him as he sidled into the classroom, before squeaking at being caught, looking down into their laps. Nearly the entire class, by that point, had returned to the classroom to wait for their next period. Iida looked constipated – which was his normal look, so nothing weird there – but so did Momo. Kirishima kept making aborted motions, like he wanted to say something, but then stopped himself each time.
Katsuki frowned as he slid into his seat, he turned around to look at Deku. “Oi.” The greenette smiled grimly at him. “Sum’thin happen?”
Izuku sighed, shaking his head, curls bouncing. “No? It’s just…” he looked like he was struggling to figure out what to say. He pulled out his phone. “Was it you who added…the teachers?”
“Added the teachers?” asked Katsuki, baffled. “To wha- oh.” Katsuki scowled, digging his own phone out of his pocket. Opening the discord app, he glared as he began to piece together what had happened. He was friends with two people he hadn’t been friends with before. Two new conversations with said friends had appeared in his history, the only contents thereof being invites to the Class 1A server.
As administrator, well, Katsuki couldn’t just leave that be.
Within moments, the #BakuSquadOnly channel had been renamed #Only4Emergencies. Every student was given the additional “Classmate” role, with Classmates then given permission to access a new locked channel, which was dedicated #StayOutGeezers, effectively condemning the two sneaky infiltrators to the solitary unlocked channel.
His classmates watched him work with a healthy balance of amusement and appreciation.
“Smart move, man,” said Kirishima, appreciatively. “How’d they even get in, in the first place, though?” The redhead was shaking his head in disbelief.
Katsuki sneered, fiddling with his scarf self-consciously. “I had a headache, so I crashed in the teacher’s lounge. Guess Mic Sensei thought it’d be funny to steal my phone.”
From across the room, Aoyama gave a sudden, hysterical giggle. “How wonderful,” the sparkly boy said “to have such a class! Imagine, mon amis, if we had said something to regret in the server!” Iida looked positively sick at the thought.
“But!” Momo cut in, “We never said anything in the server that would be considered rude or disrespectful. If that’s not a mark in our favor, I don’t know what is.” She got several head nods in response.
“’sides,” said Sero airily. “How do we now they even back read? It was probably just a prank to tease Bakubro for passing out in the teacher’s space.”
“Dude,” said Ojiro, “They totally backread. Or…at least Present Mic did. I have a hard time imagining Aizawa sensei having a sense of humor like this.”
“Why do you say that?” Sero asked, eyebrows furrowing together. Ojiro gestured at his phone screen, tail flicking a bit, showcasing his discomfort.
“Look at their usernames,” he pointed out, his voice pitched lowly. “If Present Mic added them to the server to mess with Bakugo…”
Tsuyu suddenly started laughing, a strange, gravelly, bubbly laugh. “Kerokerokerokero,” she chuckled. “Oh, kero” she tried to hold back her giggles with her wide hands. “I just got it, kero!”
“Got what?” demanded Kaminari, but then the door opened, revealing a bedraggled Aizawa himself, dragging his big yellow sleeping bag behind him.
“In your seats,” he growled at them. “Get ready for math. Have your homework ready for Ectoplasm.”
“Aye, aye, Dadzawa,” Shinsou drawled, looking decidedly unimpressed.
Aizawa froze.
Tokoyami let out a loud squak that startled Kouda, who sits to his right. Tokoyami’s shoulders were shaking, hands brought up to clutch his traitorous beak, and Katsuki realized that the Fucking Chicken was laughing.
Aizawa slowly turned to Shinsou. “In the classroom, I expect all students to refer to me as Sensei, do I make myself clear?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Like piss, Dadzawa Sensei,” Kacchan said helpfully, causing Iida to stiffen – looking like he was torn between wanting to be understanding and being affronted on the teacher’s behalf - and Tokoyami to give up and smack his head against the top of his desk, wheezing and chirruping in laughter.
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Midnight watched as Hizashi tried to convince Shouta to let himself be taken to some fancy restaurant that weekend, attempting to persuade with much hand waving and begging. Shouta kept glaring and casting wary glances in her direction, which she’d dutifully pretended not to notice.
Nemuri loved her two idiots.
She’d watched them dance around each other since their first year, attending UA as highschool students. She’d watched as they matured into the fantastic heroes they were, still dancing around each other, each year bringing them closer and closer together. Despite the fact that they’d, to her knowledge, never made it official before, they’d also never dated anyone else. They remained, almost from the day they met, the most important people in each other’s lives.
And damn, if she wasn’t here for that shit.
She and Tensei had had a bet, in school, for how long it would take for the two idiots to get over themselves and ask each other out. They’d both lost, because it’d never happened. Not during school, not at graduation, not as Pros.
Or so they thought.
She wanted to strangle those two. Here she was, invested in their love lives, and they don’t even bother to tell her that they’ve moved in together? That they have kids?
And then they STILL tried to convince her that, nah, they’re still best friends despite the fact that they’re sharing everything from their home, to their family, even their fucking careers. Worse still, she wasn’t even sure they were lying!
These idiots!
“C’mon Shouta,” Hizashi was whining, pulling at Aizawa’s sleeves and scarf, staring up into his face with big eyes and pouty lips. “It’s been forever since we’ve just hung out! Just you and me! Like the old days!”
She’d been angry, no lie, but desperate to swallow her own emotions in favor of listening to their side. She didn’t want to harm any potential, fledgling family that was finally finally beginning to form just because she was bitter. And then she met Katsuki, and was so very grateful.
What a child, what a young man! What a darling that needs to be protected!
“I’m busy” Shouta said, flatly. “And so are you.”
“Just one evening! Not even a whole evening! Just dinner!”
“Why?”
“BECAAAAUSE”
She’d walked in on her two idiots sandwiching the smol firecracker in the lounge, the boy pretending like he wasn’t enjoying having their full attention. Her heart melted at the way Katsuki seemed to just sink into their sides, then the way that he’d thrown himself across both of their laps after he’d finished eating. He’d seemed suspicious of her, at first, guarded and reserved, but seemed to decide, soon enough, to just ignore her. Which, to be perfectly honest, she was fine with.
There would be plenty of time for Auntie Nemuri to win him over. First, she’d need to meet her second nephew, of course. But then she’d bug Shouta and Hizashi until they let her steal them away from a weekend or something.
After dealing with those two being numbnuts for so long, she deserved Auntie privileges.
“I can watch the kiddles,” Nemuri offered slyly, “if that’s what you’re worried about.” She smiled, sweetly at them. “You two deserve a date night.”
As she watched, her two idiot’s faces turned a bright red.
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They were given twenty minutes to change back into PE or workout clothes, then told to report to the south field. Of the twenty students, eleven stayed for the extra class despite only six being required. Afterall, why not? The sun was shining, with the breeze flowing like refreshing spring water. You could smell freshly cut grass on its crest, the clouds seemed more like decorations on the vast blue sky than harbingers of rain, despite the promise of it lingering in the air.
Of course, some had after-school jobs, like Uraraka. Some had prior made commitments, and some were just exhausted from the already full day of school. Still, more than half of the class was a decent turn-out. By the time Shouto made it to the field, the six required students – Hagakure, Shinsou, Aoyama, Jiro, Kaminari, and Sero – were already there, chatting on the grass. Tokoyami was with them, lurking in a shadowy area beneath the nearby bleachers.
Shouto paused, not sure if he would be welcome to join them. He looked around for the EraserMic kids, heart sinking when he realized that neither of them were present. He sighed, forlornly, but then steadied his shoulders. Even if the two boys he’d started to consider his friends weren’t there, it was still a pleasant excuse to not go home directly after school. All it took was an unpleasant conversation with Endeavor the evening before, explaining that there was an optional hand-to-hand class after school, and that it would be beneficial for him to receive the extra experience.
Endeavor had been unwilling, at first, but eventually conceded, after Shouto promised to put in additional time to their morning routine equal to the time he was “wasting” with the optional class.
Shouto slowly crept stiffly towards his classmates. Aoyama looked up and caught his eye. “Bonjour! Todoroki! So glad of you to come!” The exuberant boy spread his arms, wide, with a smile that made Shouto wonder if the guy mixed glitter into his toothpaste. Shinsou gave him a soft, half smile and a nod. Todoroki returned it, picking up speed to go and stand beside the purple haired boy.
“Surprised you decided to stay, Halfy,” Shinsou said, amused, using the nickname that Bakugo had given him. It made Shouto feel happy. Accepted. “If anyone in our class doesn’t need extra work-out time, it’d be you.”
Todoroki inclined his head. “Both Midoriya and Bakugo are formittible, not to mention Yaoyorozu.”
“True,” Shinsou said. “But they aren’t here.”
Todoroki tried not to look to put-out at the reminder, keeping a blank stare. “I like being here.” He decided to say. Shinsou leveled an unreadable look at him, then he frowned.
“Yeah” was all he said.
“I’M HERE, YALL!” Shouto flinched at the sudden screech in his ear. Ashido had arrived with Yaoyorozu, without him having noticed them. He mentally chastised himself, sternly telling himself to be more aware of his surroundings.
“Hello, Yaoyorozu,” Shouto told her, politely. “I’m glad to see you stayed.” She flushed, lightly.
“I hope no one thinks I’m trying to be an overachiever, or anything,” she said, with a self-conscious smile. “It’s just…I don’t have much experience being around like-minded people my own age! It’s a wonderful opportunity, I think.”
“I agree.” Shouto glanced Shinsou’s way, who rolled his eyes.
“I’m here because I felt like it,” Ashido harrumphed and crossed her arms. “Which is the beeeest reason to do anything!” she declared, pounding a fist against her palm. “Also, FRIENDSHIP! YEAAAAAH!”
“Shut the hell up, Pinky!” Roared a welcome voice. Todoroki found himself suppressing a smile at the sight of Bakugo, rumbled, baggy outfit and all, stalking across the field. “If you’re gonna be that obnoxious, join a fucking cheer squad.”
“Awwww,” Ashido cooed. “Okay, Bakubro! I’ll be your cheerleader!” She pumped one fist in the air. Hagakure giggled from beside her, making Shouto jump because he hadn’t noticed her, either. He narrowed his eyes. He should know better than to let his guard down around hero-hopefuls.
“Yay!” Hagakure mimicked Ashido’s pose. “Me too!” She seemed to be standing on one foot, a fisted gloved quirked on her hip with the other raised into the air. “Gimma a M!”
“M!” cheered Ashido.
“Gimma a C!”
“C!”
“Gimma a Blasty!”
“BOOOOOM” went Bakugo’s quirk, knocking her backwards with a yelp.
“What’s that spell?!” Ashido took up the cheer.
“McBLASTY!” screamed Kaminari, throwing his hands in the air. Even Momo was laughing by this point. Shouto, meanwhile, was admiring Bakugo’s quirk control. It must have taken a lot of practice to learn how to produce and direct explosions in a non-harmful way. Particularly when at such close range.
“What you looking at, IcyHot?” Bakugo asked him.
“I was just thinking about your quirk,” Shouto informed him. “How do you practice? It must be hard finding appropriate facilities.”
“Nah. There’s like, this fucking junk pile I blow shit up in. Also, my dad’s got a dojo.”
Ah, yes. He should have guessed that. “Efficient,” Shouto nodded, appreciatively. “Is my nickname IcyHot, now?”
Bakugo made a face that told Shouto he hadn’t really been thinking along those lines. Or maybe he was sneering. Shouto wasn’t very good at reading facial expressions.
“Fucking whatever,” Bakugo shrugged. Shouto nodded, making a mental note to ask Midoriya which he thought was the better “Bakuname”.
Speaking of Midoriya. “Where’s your brother?” Shouto asked, suddenly thinking that it was odd the two weren’t together.
“He’s got a special quirk trainer,” Bakugo replied, not seeming to mind the question. “The shitty nerd developed late, so we found some skeletor to shape him up.”
Shouto frowned, feeling sympathy for his friend (?) As the son of two heroes, it must have been harrowing to be a late bloomer. He couldn’t imagine the mental agony the other boy had gone through while waiting for it to arrive. He shuddered to think of Endeavor’s reaction, had Shouto’s development been delayed in such a way.
“How late?” he asked curiously.
Bakugo snorted, loudly. “Last summer, late.”
“WHAT?!” Shinsou suddenly screamed, making Shouto flinch closer to Bakugo, who simply raised an eyebrow at him, sending the bi-colored boy hurriedly stepping back. He’d forgotten that they were surrounded by other kids, close enough to hear. “Last summer?”
Bakugo nodded. “When the fucker got it, he fucking flew face first into a wall. So now he’s got a trainer.”
“HOW'S HE SO POWERFUL ALREADY??!! THAT’S NOT FAIR!”
“Hell is empty, and demons are here.” Shouto thought that Tokoyami might have been trying to console Shinsou. He wasn’t sure, though.
“Man,” Jiro fiddled with her earlobes. “That sucks. ‘Specially when he’s got a sibling with such an explosive quirk to be held against.”
Bakugo looked angry. “Fuck you implying, Earjack?” he sneered. “I made sure no one gave him shit. S’not his fault!” Jiro held up her hands, peaceably.
“Didn’t mean you held it against him,” she said, calmly. “Cool of you, though. Really.”
Shouto’s heart hurt at the thought of Midoriya Izuku having to go so long, not having a quirk. Particularly when his fathers were who they were, and with his brother being who he was. Now, he realized, it made sense for as to why Bakugo was so protective of his younger brother. It made sense, if Bakugo was used to having to defend his quirkless younger sibling.
Shouto wished he and his brother were like them, more.
“It must have been hard,” Yaoyorozy added. “I knew someone, once, who didn’t receive their quirk until they were nearly seven years old. They got a lot of disrespect for it.”
“Dude,” Kaminari whistled. “So, how old’s your brother, anyway?”
Bakugo gave him a confused, withering glare. “Deku’s our age, moron. How else would he be here?”
The class froze.
“Wait,” Sero made abortive motions with his hands. “Wait, wait, wait”
“Bro, I thought he was your boo!” Kaminari said, eyes wide. “He’s your brother?”
“All are grey in the dark” Tokoyami said, solemnly. Kaminari spun to face him.
“Wait, did you know?”
“No,” said Tokoyami.
“Yes” said Shinsou.
“Mourn my tender soul,” said Tokoyami, forlornly. “for I am betrayed.”
“Oh, don’t give me that.” Shinsou said, darkly.
“Line up and stop talking.” Aizawa was there, wearing his ever-present track suit, stuffing a recently emptied jell pack into one of his deep pockets. The kids scrambled to stand shoulder to shoulder in front of their teacher. “If you’re here, you’re here to either catch up with the rest of the class or to behave and not be a distraction for your classmates who are required to be present. If any of you tag-a-longs end up being a detriment to this class, you will be banned from returning and given detention.”
He met them all, one by one, eye to eye, as he spoke. When he landed on Bakugo, it was clear to see a minute softening around his eyes. “We’ll start with stretches. Then, we’ll work on stamina. Eight laps, fast as you can. No quirks.” Aizawa sensei gestured at the track that ran around the field. “If everyone completes it in under ten minutes, we’ll work on hand to hand.”
“TEN MINTUES?” stage whispered Jiro. Kaminari and Sero were cringing.
“Mon dieu,” Aoyama said, mournfully.
“If not,” Aizawa went on, silencing them, “we’ll continue testing your endurance until the time is up.”
Bakugo snorted, knowing full well how the class time would end up being spent.
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Shinsou was dying.
As was expected, Bakugo, Todoroki, Ashido, Momo, and even Tokoyami managed to complete the eight laps within the time limit. Both Bakugo and Todoroki had oodles of time to spare, with Ashido and Momo not very far behind. Tokoyami just barely managed it, but magaed it none the less. Hagakure didn’t do too badly, and Sero managed to complete the run in just over twelve minutes, though he was gasping as he stumbled across the finish line.
Aoyama was a pathetic sight to behold, running with his arms and legs flailing like limp noodles, panting with his mouth hanging open. Jiro was plodding along with more dignity, slower, but steadily with a firm, determined expression. Her breathing was also far more controlled than anyone, besides the five students who only showed up for shits and giggles.
Kaminari was so worn out, he kept tripping over his own ankles, clearly not used to running like this. Shinsou, thanks to being trained by Aizawa and his boys, however briefly, managed a respectable pace, passing the finish line just moments before Sero.
Nevertheless, they’d still failed. So, instead of being rewarded with hand-to-hand fighting practice, they were put through the torture of body-drills, repetitive and painful. They were made to stretch until their muscles seemed to creak with the effort.
Pushups, sit ups, chin ups, crunches, lunges.
By the end of the hour (how did this torment only last an hour? It felt like an eternity!), the six bottom tier students were on their backs, dying. Even Ashido and Tokoyami were looking pretty dead.
“If I were dead, I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't be glad, because I wouldn't be,” Tokoyami said to the ground from where he was beak-down in the grass.
“Mood” Shinsou coughed. He groaned and rolled over onto his side, looking to where Bakugo was sitting with Yaoyorozu and Todoroki. The girl was in the middle of securing away her belongings into her backpack, going slowly as she chatted with the two other top students. None of them looked the slightest bit winded. In fact, they could have just stepped away from a professional photoshoot with how hot and put together they all were.
Jerks.
“See you tomorrow!” Yaoyorozu smiled, raising a hand. “This was fun!”
Shouto nodded, and Bakugo scoffed. “It’ll be better once the fuckers get their asses in gear. That run time was ridiculous.” Yaoyorozu shrugged, and moved to say her farewells to Ashido, Hagakure and Jiro, who were moaning and groaning in a clump a little further away, massaging their aching legs.
Shinsou managed to get his feet back under him, slumping towards Bakugo. Earlier that day, Midoriya and he had made plans to try and to a backwards run of Rainbow Road on Aizawa sensei’s TV. Something neither of them had managed to do yet, though Bakugo claimed to have succeeded ages ago.
The Jerk.
Nevertheless, he’d be catching a ride with the Jerk and his Dads over to their house. With the current state of his body, he doubted he’d survive an attempt to walk there. Bakugo grunted at him as he came close. “You ready?” he asked, mockingly. “Or you need a sec to scrape yourself off the track?”
Shinsou retaliated by collapsing onto the blonde’s lap, receiving an angry curse and a gentle whap across the back of his head. So, he knew Bakugo didn’t mind. If he had Shinsou would have been bodily thrown several feet. As it was, his friend just dug his elbows into his back, settling forward comfortably, using Shinsou’s limp body as a sort of lap cushion.
“Meh” replied Shinsou.
“Ready?” Todoroki inquired, wearing that same blank look he always did. “Will you two be training more? I could be of some assistance if that is the case?” Shinsou looked up at him, and felt more than a little pity at how hopeful the kid seemed to be at the prospect of spending more time with them. It also made him feel pretty good about himself.
Then again, the other boy could just be avoiding going home. Something Shinsou more than understood. “Ugh. Absolutely not.” Shinsou groaned. “No more training. Dead.”
“Wimp,” Bakguo snorted. Then he looked to Todoroki. “Deku and Shitstain wanna try ta beat me at Mario Kart.” Todoroki nodded in understanding, seeming to slump just the slightest bit. Bakugo’s face underwent the series of changes that meant he was dealing with feelings. “You can come over, if you want.” He offered, his voice pitched more gently than it usually was. “It’s up to four-player,” he explained. “And if three people play, there’s this useless extra square that gets really fucking annoying. Sometimes Papa plays, but he’s shit at games.”
“I…” Todoroki shifted, awkwardly. “I would very much like to,” he said quietly. “If…If that’s okay. I’ve never played…Mario Cart before, though. So I’m not sure I’ll be very good either.” Todoroki stared off into the distance like some sort of emo model. Shinsou felt he’d found a kindred spirit.
“Meh,” Shinsou said. “You’ll do fine. Besides, Bakugo’s actually pretty crap at it, too.”
“SAY THAT TO MY FACE, ASSHOLE!”
“Just did, Kacchan.”
“FUCK YOU!” Bakugo shoved him off of his lap, and Shinsou flopped uselessly on the grass. “I’m the best out of all of us, and you know it!” Then he looked back to Todoroki. “You gotta let someone know where you’re gonna be, Halfy?”
“Oh,” the boy said blandly. “Yes. I’ll do that.”
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Shouto was nervous, though he wasn’t entirely sure why. He’d texted his father, saying that he’d discovered three of his classmates had been invited to receive extra training from Eraserhead and Present Mic, and that he’d managed to get invited along. His father only said that his morning training would be extended further, so Shouto assumed that it was fine.
He’d told Bakugo as much, and his friend (?) had smiled. Sort of. It might have been a sneer, but the other boy seemed to use those two facial expressions interchangeably, so Shouto didn’t worry about it, too much. “Let’s go wait for them, then.” Bakugo said, gruffly. “Me and sensei took the train this morning, but the other geezer took his car. Assuming he’ll be driving us all back.”
They’d already changed out of their sweaty PE clothes, and back into that day’s uniform, heading down the hallway together.
Shinsou looked over at him, thoughtfully. “You do know, don’t you? You figured it out?” The exhausted teen was looking at Todoroki, searchingly. “And you know you can’t exactly spread that information?”
“As the son of the number two hero,” Shouto said. “I’m aware of the strain of being in a heroing family. Furthermore, I hadn’t intended to…let it slip, that you and Midoriya are brothers. I apologuise” Shouto bowed, stiffly, pausing in his step. Bakugo looked back at him, amused.
“You know, he’s not like…my blood brother, yeah?” Shouto frowned.
Well, if his theory was correct then, yes they wouldn’t be related by blood. However, the way Bakugo phrased it gave him pause. “So, he isn’t your brother?”
Bakugo shrugged. “I don’t care if the extras think he is,” Bakugo growled. “Better than thinking we’re a fucking couple.” Todoroki suppressed a grin, and knew Shinsou was doing the same. “But nah. Our old people are just super close, and I’ve known him since forever.”
Todoroki blinked. “Oh. I…I’m’ sorry, I just assumed from the way…” Todoroki wasn’t sure how to finished that sentence. From the way it looked from the pictures I found of you online? From the way my fellow EraserMic shippers speculated? Instead he went with, “I supposed that explains your quirks,” he settled on. “They’re very…different from each other.”
Bakugo barked a laugh. “Yeah, but Deku’s quirk is identical to his old fart’s.”
Shouto paused, mind racing. “I see.”
They reached the staff parking lot, where Present Mic, dressed in civilian clothes with his hair down, was waiting, leaning against a nondescript car. He brightened when he saw them, but then paused, unsure, when he saw Shouto. Todoroki tried not to feel hurt.
Bakugo pushed him forward. “Halfy knows, because you ain’t subtle.” He said, loudly. Present Mic looks abashed.
“Heh, yeah,” he scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Nemuri said the same.” He grinned, brightly. “So! You coming for dinner, lil’ listener?”
Shouto looked at his feet. “I have received permission from my father…if it’s too much trouble though, I can-“ Present Mic cut him off with wildly waving hands.
“No trouble! No trouble at all!” He said cheerfully. “The more the merrier! And Kittycat can use more friends! Never can have too many friends!”
“That’s a fucking lie,” Bakugo scoffed as he slid into his seat. “C’mon, IcyHot.” Obediently, Todoroki slid into the middle seat. Shinsou got in behind him, as Present Mic started up the car.
“We just gotta pick up Shouta from up front,” Present Mic said. “You kiddo’s got everything?”
“No,” Bakugo said, snidely.
“Yes, sensei.” Todoroki said, quietly, feeling like he was an intruder. Happiness at being invited to a friends house for the first time ever warred inside him with awkwardness, and the strong desire to run home to familiar routine and rules. Except he didn’t want to go home. He sat, ramrod straight in his seat as Bakugo and Shinsou both slouched back. Shinsou seemed ready to pass out, while Bakugo just looked comfortable.
“Call me Hizashi, listener!” Present Mic, Hizashi, told him warmly. “Not in class right now, are we?”
“No…sir.”
Hizashi smiled at him via the review mirror as he pulled around to where Aizawa Sensei was waiting with a briefcase on the pavement. His homeroom teacher slid into the passenger seat with a sigh, taking a glance into the back. “’Zashi, you picked up an extra.”
“I’m sorry,” Shouto said quietly, looking down at his lap, missing the way Aizawa frowned, and the way Hizashi glared at him.
“I’m joking, kid.” Aizawa sighed. “You’re fine. Did Kacchan tell you?”
“About your family? No…I figured it out.” Shouto told him, picking at loose threads on his uniform. “I didn’t tell the others, though I think Ojiro might know because of your discord user names.”
Aizawa smacked Hizashi on the arm, but the boisterous blonde only laughed. “Eh, it’s fine. They’ll probably just take it as a joke between teacher and student!”
Shinsou and Bakugo both snorted disbelievingly. Aizawa seemed…softer, somehow, when he wasn’t being a teacher, Shouto thought to himself. It was odd. Also, nice.
“Don’t say anything outright,” Aizawa told them, wearily. “I should have checked what Mic was doing, though. Damage is already done, so there’s no point worrying about it. Honestly, it’s nothing that hasn’t already made it’s way around the hero gossip rings, if Nemuri is to be believed.”
Todoroki avoided all eye contact.
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ThatFuckingChicken: I have learned one lesson in all this and I will share it knowing it will do no one any good. The lesson is this: "There are none more complicit in one's undoing than one's own heart".
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ThatFuckingChicken: Dark is the night in which your companion does leave you desolate, with nary a goodbye.
ShittyHair: Something happen at the remedial class?
ThatFuckingChicken: So it's back once more, back up the slope. Why do they always ruin my rope with their cuts?
EarJaxx: Nothing that I can think of??? @PonyTail?
PonyTail: I thought it all went rather well!
Pinky: Yeah! I had lots of fun!
PrinceyPrincey: I did not ✧* 。ヾ( ｡> ﹏< ｡) ﾉﾞ ✧* 。
Pinky: Also I’m dying and I want to melt my own legs off! (ᗒᗩᗕ)՞
ThatFuckingChicken: The day is dark and mired in the knowledge that the one I trusted is the one I trust no more.
ROBOCOP: Tokoyami! If you are in need of assistance, I have a list of phone numbers for your usage, should you require it!
PrinceyPrincey: Mon amie, I require immediate help! ꒰⁎× ﹏ ×⁎ ꒱՞ ༘ ✡
PrinceyPrincey: My hair, it’s pas fabuleux du tout! ( ⇀ ⼼_ ↼)* ✲ ﾟ*
ShittyHair: @Pinky you were there, too!
PrinceyPrincey: mes cheveux sont abîmés! ☆( －o-)~~
SoySauceFace: You should have stayed, bro!
ShittyHair: Ahhh, I will! I promised to watch my sis today, so I couldn’t
ThatFuckingChicken: Behold the emptiness of meaningless joy.
Shitstain: Next time definitely come, though. Kacchan missed you.
Kacchan: FUCK OFF
ShittyHair: Wait, you went to the class, too, Bakugo??? I didn kno that???
ThatFuckingChicken: Woe is my soul, for the one I yearn for is IGNORING ME
ThatFuckingChicken: （;; ￣ Д ￣）ノヾ(((( ；゜ д ゜))__
Shitstain: Dude, chill out, I said I’d text you.
ThatFuckingChicken: (•ө•) ♡
Shitstain: (•͈ ⌔ •͈*)
Kacchan: The fuck