once more to see you

Class 1A

Shigaraki sat at the bar as the sun came up, staring at his gloved hands with puffy eyes. A portal opened in the wood. Kurogiri. A letter popped out. It was from Sensei.

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Dear Tomura,

I expect an apology soon. I am sick of your ungratefulness. I saved you. You had just killed your family, you were a monster. I took pity in you. I treated you as I would any practically naked woman. But even after all I did, you are still disgusting, asking me to 'see you as a boy' and 'stop calling you Touka'. But even so I complied and began calling you Tomura. I even allowed you to befriend this Izuku character. But if I sense that you are more loyal to this boy than me, there will be consequences.

~ AFO

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Shigaraki had no more tears to cry, he could only stifle his urge to yell by biting his hand, as the memories of what Sensei did, rushed back to him. But Sensei was right. Shigaraki owed him his life, but that didn't mean he had to hurt Izuku. Right?

When Izuku woke the next day he felt like shit. The conversation from yesterday laid heavy in his mind, making the task of getting up almost impossible. Not, that he really wanted to get up anyways, today he would meet the hero class, and that idea made his chest tighten. He knew Mr. Aizawa and Kacchan would back him up if anyone is the class tried anything with him (not that he was defenseless alone!). He slipped on his long sleeve compression shirt, followed by the white, short-sleeve button up, not bothering to button the top few buttons, (the tightness was uncomfortable) he slipped on his pants, blazer, shoes, and finally his backpack. Checking himself in the mirror he grimaced at his unkempt hair, he grabbed a comb, picking through it until it was fluffy again, before slapping on some concealer to cover the evidence of his restless night. He was ready.

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Izuku stood in front of the overwhelmingly large door labeled 1A, he was already 2 minutes late, but he couldn't seem to muster the courage to open it. He stepped backwards, maybe he could run to Nezu's office, and ask the Chimera walk him in. The door swung open, revealing a mummified Mr. Aizawa. "Don't just stand out here, get in." Izuku nodded frantically, hurrying into the room. "Introduce yourself to everyone, don't make too much noise." Aizawa slipped into his sleeping bag, leaving Izuku to his task.

The boy's eyes scanned the room, noting where Katsuki was sitting, where the all his possible escapes were and lastly the two boy's who didn't seem interested in his presence, a boy with a large red scar on his face, and a boy with lavender hair. "Um, I'm Midoriya Izuku from class 1J management and 1H support, I'll be... taking notes on you guys for Nezu." He bowed slightly towards the class before being bombarded with questions.

"How are you in two courses, kero?" A greenette asked. "I applied for both and placed highly." The girl accepted the answer and didn't press for more information.

"You're the kid who was talking to Bakubro the other day!" Izuku just nodded.

"You must be super-smart!" A boy with a lighting bolt in his hair exclaimed, followed by a boy with dark blue hair, who stood, bowed, and said, "Yes, I've never heard of anything like that happening in the past, you must be exceptional!" Izuku thanked them humbly before being interrupted by a boy with purple balls on his head.

"What's your quirk?"

Izuku grimaced, he knew someone would ask, but he wasn't ready. He glance at Katsuki, who mouthed something along the lines of 'you don't have to answer', but Izuku knew they would find out eventually, and he would rather not get attached if they were going to h̶u̶r̶t̶ h̶i̶m̶ push him away once they found out.