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“I’m sorry, Midoriya, but you’ll never become a hero.”
Aizawa Shota is a scary man was what Izuku thought when he felt the man tighten the capture weapon around him. Izuku’s second thought was that Aizawa Shota is a mean, mean man.
Still, Izuku didn’t hate him. How could he? He was a hero. An underground one at that. He faced the darkest side of society, he did the dirty work. Maybe that was why he was the way he was.
“-doriya.” The feminine voice of a blue eyed hero brought him back to this world. He looked up at said hero, Midnight. She looked slightly annoyed and rose an eyebrow. “Is something more important than my class, darling?”
Izuku stilled in his seat, sweat trickling down his forehead and clamping his mouth shut, not trusting it to start a stuttering mess. He looked down in—what he hoped was—guilt and shame, knowing the whole class was looking at him.
A few seconds passed and his teacher sighed, returning to her lesson, leaving an anxious boy to overthink every step of hers.
The next time Izuku zones out he’s smacked by Aizawa with a notebook in the back of his head. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but it’s mean enough to warrant unspilled and unnoticed tears.
For the second time this morning, he looks up and red eyes meet his green ones. “If you’re not interested in my lesson, feel free to get out of my class.” Aizawa turns around and slams Izuku’s notebook on his desk making him flinch. “Focus.”
The third time Izuku zones out, a gentle hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see green eyes lighter than his own stare down at him with a glint of worry in those lovely eyes.
No one’s ever been worried about him.
“Is something bothering you, little listener?” Yamada-sensei asks, tilting his glasses down.
Izuku looks always and fiddles with the hem of his sleeve, trying to look as unbothered as he could be. “I’m oka-okay…I was just uh-“
The older man suddenly clasps his hands together and smiles. “Alright then!” He turns to the class as if trying to distract them. “As I was saying…”
As soon as the bell rang, Izuku made a beeline for the door and made his way outside. As he walked towards UA’s exit, an unfamiliar voice startled him.
“Damn, kid. You got chewed out today.” Izuku turned his head slowly to his left and the sight of a tall almond skinned man greeted him. He wasn’t plain looking by any means. He had blue hair that floated like a halo or a cloud. The grin that was on the man’s face replaced itself with a look of uncertainty. But before he could speak, Izuku beat him to it.
“Uh… were you talking to me?” He stepped back when the man’s eyebrows shot up before frantically looking around him, searching for someone else and pointing at himself back and forth.
The man looked to be in his thirties and he wore a suit, although Izuku deemed it a bit contradictory for his personality. At least, what Izuku had seen about it.
When the man finally settled on something to say, he looked at Izuku. “You-you can see me?” He bent down at izuku’s level, meaning he got down on one knee.
“…yes?” Izuku clutched his backpack to his chest. He’d never seen the man around campus and he didn’t remind him of any hero. Of course, there was the possibility of him being an underground hero, but still, why had he never seen him before? And what did he mean by ‘getting chewed out’? Could it be possible he was checking the cameras when he found Izuku being humiliated in class? But then again, who was he?
He turned his attention back to the man who had inched so closely to Izuku that he was practically in his face. “ Am I not supposed to see you?” He carefully prodded.
“Obviously!” He chuckled. As if there was something funny about what Izuku had said. Was he mocking him?
“Obviously?”
His face inched closer to Izuku’s own but strangely enough, he couldn’t feel his breath assault his nostrils. The only thing he felt was a cold breeze past his body.
“I’m dead, greenie.”