The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 38 - Izuku.

Just after lunch, while waiting for Aizawa to make an appearance, Izuku was at his desk, casually half-listening to music as he roughly sketched a design for a new hero suit that was running around in his head. It would probably never be fabricated, but if he didn't jot it down, it would drive him mental and play a continuous loop until he did. A hand appeared from the right, breaking his concentration and had him raising his gaze to find himself locking with his favourite red jewels.
"What are you doing babe?" Eiji asked and Izuku sat up straight. He pulled Eiji onto his lap, which his boyfriend happily accepted. The Ragtags also joined in their conversation, curious as well.

"It's a new suit idea that's been going around my head. I figured I might as well jot it down while its fresh and then it'll go with the others I have designed." He shrugged liked it was no big deal. Because it wasn't. Jiro looked over from where she was sat next to him as Rhyki had decided that Bakugou made a better chair to sit on. Which, by the looks of it, he didn't mind considering his arms were wrapped around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder. Izuku handed Jiro the sheet of paper so she could see before stopping his music and removed the earbud. His arm went around Eiji's waist, who happily leaned into him, resting his head on his shoulder with a smile.

"Dude, when did you draw this? The detail is immense!" Jiro turned wide purple eyes to him.
"About five minutes ago. You saw me doing it." He drawled.
"It's badass!" Kaminari stated, snagging the drawing so that he and Sero could see it properly.
"It's a mock-up. Done better, done worse." Rhyki snorted at his answer.
"Don't fucking lie Izu. All the drawings you've done are badass, so shut the fuck up you dick!"
"I have one, yes." Izuku stared blankly at his sister, who chuckled at his deadpan answer, just as Aizawa finally decided to grace them with his presence. Everyone raced to their seats quickly. No one liked an annoyed Aizawa. Izuku wondered what was going to happen for this afternoons' hero lessons. Either way, he hoped it ended quick so he could go home and get everything sorted for his date with Eiji the following day. He couldn't wait to spoil his boyfriend like the king he was.

"Ok, go and get changed into your hero hear. We are off to do some training off campus for the remainder of the afternoon. Get to the bus within ten minutes, or I leave you behind and you fail." They jumped to their feet, grabbed cases and went to the lockers. He quickly changed into his gear in the bathroom and swapped his mask over for the metal one he had designed. His outfit was the same as when he'd fought with Rhyki, but obviously with some adjustments considering the absolute fuck ton he'd changed in that coma. Once done, he shoved his stuff into his locker for safety and grabbed Eiji's hand. The others followed silently, meeting the girls on the way and quickly got to the bus, with a minute to spare. Izuku let Eiji's hand go as he checked that his katana's were in place, as well as adjusted the leather jacket he wore. Aizawa was waiting for them and Izuku winked cheekily at his uncle, who hid his face a little to hide the small smile.

"Ok, get into a single file and go in the bus that way. Orderly fashion!" Iida called, waving his arms as he tried to get them into a semblance of a formation.
"Iida shut up. You're not the class president or the vice. So, stop trying to do our job and get on the bus quickly and sit wherever!" Izuku stated, causing the bluette to glare slightly. He was unfazed. He just reminded Izuku of an angry blueberry.
"I'm just trying to stop them from shoving each other!" He countered.
"I don't care. They're teenagers, the same as you. Stop trying to dictate everything like you're the bloody adult or class president and they're rambunctious four-year-olds. It doesn't work like that. Now get on the bloody bus and stop holding us up!" Izuku pointed adamantly at the vehicle. It was literally just him, Iida and Aizawa outside as everyone else had raced to find a seat. Iida huffed and went inside. Izuku glanced at his uncle, who looked highly amused.

"Nicely put."
"It's the truth though. You'd think he's the bloody teacher with the way he acts. It's annoying. Also, come with me a sec?" He nodded and they walked away a little bit for privacy.
"So, what is it?"
"I'm not entirely sure. But my gut just started going mental! I think something is going to happen, but I'm not entirely sure on what it is exactly." He admitted.
"Good or bad feeling?" His uncle had long since grown used to listening to Izuku's gut feelings. It had saved his life countless times over the years.
"It's more of the bad kind of feeling. I'm not sure. Keep Nezu updated though. Tell that chimera that we've arrived at wherever you're taking us and if he doesn't hear from you within fifteen minutes to automatically send in help."