Caught Grinning At A Dead Body

𝕰𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕲𝖔𝖉

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Izuku headed home as slow as possible, dragging his feet on the ground as he pulled his knotted hair out and tied it back up. He had passed, there was no doubt about it, he had tried to collect just enough, but not too much so his dad would think he tried but had only missed by a few, but no, his hero complex had kicked in right as a girl was about to be squished by a zero pointer. Izuku knew how the entrance exams worked, his dad had educated him enough by now, and he knew that by saving that girl he had tipped himself over the edge, and had gotten himself way more than enough points to pass. Hopefully, he would be in general studies, he hoped that they would think his quirk unsuitable for hero work and he prayed to the god he didn't believe in that maybe they would just overlook him, the son of a retired pro hero that never even reached the charts, overlook him completely, please.

His phone lit up with an alarm, at 9:30 pm, his father would have locked the house by now, as usual Izuku would have to sneak in through his window. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to go home, considering home really only had one outcome, a lovely welcome from his father, consisting of a beating that would leave bruises for weeks. Pushing loose strands of hair behind his ears, Izuku makes a decision.

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Izuku woke up to the sun hitting his face through metal scraps, having chosen not to go home, mostly to avoid his father's wrath. He has been sleeping on the cluttered trash dump beach. It had a name but Izuku doesn't care enough to remember. Showering at the public bathrooms, and pulling on his UA uniform, not even trying to put on his tie, Izuku makes his way to UA. Being his first day and all, he should probably try to make a good first impression, should be the keyword here, he wasn't going to. He refrained from putting his tie on and decided against the blaser, his hair was messily tied up, and fixing it was way too much effort for someone in a "rush".

Izuku's eyes shift from side to side as his presence parts the sea of other first years, his fingers twitched as more and more people we are looking at him, perks of being tall and menacing he guesses. He fiddles with his shirt collar, anxious and tired, as he stands outside the obnoxiously large door. Murmured voices from inside doing nothing to curb his fear. Izuku sighs and slides the door open and the effect is immediate, conversations stop and the few in the class turn to look at him. He ambles in, sliding the door shut behind him, and finds his desk. Slipping into his seat, Izuku fiddles with his earrings and looks around the room, conversation has started again, albeit noticeably quieter.

He sits quietly, save for the soft tapping of his feet, and tries to discreetly light a cigarette. As it turns out, it's practically impossible. Izuku gets annoyed with his own fumbling of the lighter and puts both away. The class is still milling about, and Izuku catches many students staring at him, but he mostly stares at the clock, waiting for the stupid teacher to show up. The annoying blue-haired boy is chatting amicably with a small bubbly-looking girl, Izuku couldn't figure out for the life of him what they could possibly be so happy about, it was so early. Eventually, a very tired-looking man shuffled into the room in the brightest fucking sleeping bag, that shut the class up quickly. 'Small victories' Izuku thinks, as the class finally settles down. The man announced that they were skipping the entrance exam and doing a test. Izuku didn't really care, he wanted to go to sleep.

The man didn't talk very much, he was short and to the point and Izuku respected that. Talkative people get on his nerves. The man, Eraserhead, Izuku had found, had the class doing a simple ranking exercise. Now, Izuku wasn't too interested in doing well, but he didn't need Eraserhead lecturing him about wasted potential and then promptly expelling him, his dad would get angry. The exercise ended and Izuku was still enrolled, but not for the lack of trying, his effort was lackluster at best, but alas, god hates him. Katsuki had bothered him until Mr. Tall, dark and scary called him off, in true Katsuki fashion he obeyed, angrily. Izuku can only wonder why the boy could be so angry, they had been good friends years ago, he reminisced while picking at his cuticles. 'He could be angry,' Izuku's mind supplies, sounding like his father, " because you lied to him." Externally shaking his head, Izuku takes a step back, moving away from the hustle and bustle that Katsukis quirk attracts. He rests against the stone wall of UA, looking up at the cloudless sky, he thinks. There were many quirks he had questions for, but these people were already afraid, of him and how he acts, a fault of his father and therefore fault of his. Not exactly people-pleasers, the Midoyrias.

The grape boy was long gone by the time Izuku rejoined his class, disgusting behavior and general lack of talent lead to his downfall. He sighs and follows the class to the changing rooms, how he wishes he was anywhere but here. Having retired to their desks with the task of, "not being too loud until the bell rings", the class had started chatting again. How Izuku despises chatter. He shifts in his seat to look out the window, tense and waiting for the inevitable.

"Hey, Izuku right?"

He startles despite his readiness, glaring at the perpetrator who woke him from his mild daydream. The odd bubbly girl had her hand out in front of him, ah, the girl he saved, he nodded slightly. Her demeanor became more bubbly if possible, slightly jumping in excitement, Izuku had to wonder if something was wrong with the girl. Her hand was still extended.

"Uraraka Ochako, it's nice to meet you properly!" she states excitedly.

Izuku decides this girl is a bit too much, well more as his brain did. He starts twitching, mildly, but twitching nonetheless, as he raises his hand to meet hers. She takes his hand in both of hers, giggling, and all around gathering attention. Izuku doesn't like attention. The girl, Ochaco-san, was still gripping his hand, and just like that Izuku was trapped. This girl was nice, she had seemingly good intentions and wanted to be friends with him, none of the other people here had even tried to say anything, except for Katsuki, who doesn't count. The girl was nice, but she was really freaking him out, luckily for him, before he could ruin anything, the lunch bell rang. He left.

Cafeterias. Excessively loud, cesspools of conversations that Izuku wanted not a part in. Grabbing some food, Izuku slinks away, hoping to either find an empty table, or an exit. 

Most of the tables are packed to the brim, people having already found strong friendships, and Izuku was alone, as usual. He was not bothered by this.

 There is a second purple boy, a lighter shade of purple but still purple. This one looked tired, and possibly quiet, ah, friend material. Izuku approached the table, noticing that nobody had joined that boy, he could possibly have an unpleasant personality, like that funky blond kid from 1-B. Now, Izuku is not exactly the best at socializing, he didn't want to scare the boy off, but he didn't want the boy to think he liked idle chatter with strangers. The boy glared as he approached, Izuku wasn't sure whether it was because he was planning to sit down, or whether the boy's face just constantly looked like that. Tugging lightly on his hair, Izuku sat down at the table. He didn't say anything for a bit, studying the purple boy's face and expression, which was one of mild shock and simmering anger.

"What?"

The boy's voice startled Izuku enough for him to pull some of his hair out, which is exactly when Izuku realised he had been staring, and as he had no real idea what to say next, he continued to do so. Purple boys' metaphorical hackles were raised.

"Is this some kind of joke? Could you- could you just stop staring at me?"

The boy lost some of his confidence, most likely because Izuku is known for having a very blank gaze. Izuku broke out of whatever staring contest he was having with the poor guy, shakely sticking one hand out as a placating gesture, and another in his coat pocket, checking for his cigarettes.

"Sorry, I must have put you off a bit. My name is Izuku."

Offering no other information and making timid eye contact and a shaky extended hand, Izuku hopes for a new friend. The boy is sizing him up now, as his hand is suspended in the air, and Izuku thinks he should either tell him to get lost, or shake his damn hand.

"Shinso"

Blunt. Ah, a man of his own heart. Izuku nods and starts in on his bento, the boy - Shinso - joining in after slight silent contemplation. After a long bout of silence, Izuku is tempted to ask the boy why he was so put off by his approach. Deciding to ask next time, he plans his exit from the cafeteria early, not wanting to get caught up in the streams of people heading to class. Having to leave before the bell means two things, he can be comfortably in his seat by the time the class has streamed in, and he forgot to ask.