Bullet Through My Heart

Chapter 4: Oh god. Social interaction.

"Oh my god! We have to go!" Mitsuki shouted snatching car keys off the table by the Bakugo's door.

"Ma'am, I should warn you he might not be the same as you remember."

"He is my child. He is perfect no matter how he might have changed." Inko's chest felt light, as if a weight had been lifted from her chest.

The officer smiled at the short woman, opening the door to the office in which Izuku sat with Eraserhead and Detective Tsukauchi.

Izuku had known his mother was coming, but had never prepared for the moment he saw her again. The woman had aged sure, now standing shorter than Izuku. I mean it had been ten years, but Izuku's height of 5'11 wasn't something to laugh at. His horrific posture covered his height up when he sat though.

He felt his knees go slack. Melting into the hug his mom provided. Adverse to the touch of most, learned the hard way after he judo flipped All Might when he touched him on the shoulder.

But his mother? He had waited years for this moment. A moment he didn't think would ever come.

It's safe to say Izuku would require therapy. He was absolutely traumatized.

He devolved into a violent panic attack after a nightmare and no one could seem to calm him down. His mother of course, softly spoke to Izuku. Comforting him gently out of the corner where he'd wrapped up in blankets refusing to move but unable to talk.

She was now brushing his hair, wet from the shower they coaxed him into taking. Straightening for a moment, before his wild curls sprung back up again.

Time skip brought to you by Denki Kaminari's Conspiracy Theories. (A personal head cannon of mine.)
Izuku is now starting at UA. He was trained brutally by Overhall, for the soul reason of him being able to withstand more as the "ingredient" of his reversal drug. Hence his skills both proved, and convenient as he didn't take the entrance exams but was put into class 1a. Don't worry though, his quirk comes with drawbacks. Izuku isn't all powerful, that would be boring. And with this being said, enjoy our antisocial bois first interaction with class 1a.

Izuku sat in the teachers lounge, running over the official schedule for the last time before he had to go to class.

His schedule was split, he would spend the majority of his time in the hero course, but was also in general studies for an hour or two a day to help him transition into being a full time hero course student. After lunch, he had to go to therapy with Hound Dog, also known as Ryo Inui. After school he spent time with his mother and could do what he wanted until 10pm, the curfew he was given by the police. He lived on UA grounds, in a room set up in the teachers dorms. (For working late and such.) Izuku was taken to buy decor and furniture for the room on one of the days before he began classes. As far as clothing, he and his mother has handled that with the money provided by UA.

"Kid, it's time to go. Class starts in 10 minutes. You wanted to be early right?"

He only gave a nod in return, but grabbed his class schedule and new backpack, following Eraserhead through the crowded hallways.

To be honest, Izuku hated crowds. He was likely a little more outgoing before he was, well, kidnapped for ten years, but still. He didn't want to stand out. He put on his uniform neatly, sporting black converse high tops along with a grey backpack. His hair was so dark it looks black, but in the light you can see the green.

He asked to go to class early in hopes of avoiding the awkward staring if he arrived and people were already sitting down.

His plan worked though, as no one was in the classroom except a blue haired boy with glasses, who was writing down something in a daily planner of sorts.

About two minutes later, more students filed in the once-empty classroom.

Izuku chose a seat in the back row next to the window. He really did not want to draw attention to himself.