The examination with Aizawa ended up taking the entire day, so when the results got out and the students were released, Izuku himself not even waiting and using [Flash Step] to reach home. The next day when the vampire entered the class, tensions were up and high, considering the results of the previous day. No one wanted to get on the bad side of the homeroom teacher, so class proceeded without much of the cacophony from the first day.
The morning part went about as normal as normal could be. U.A might be a heroics school, but it also was an institution with much influence, the other courses also being highly valued. Be it the General Studies, Management Course or the Support Course, every class in U.A was an one-way to success.
Izuku made a mental note to visit Mei, hoping that she managed to keep herself in check. He had seen the roster for other classes, his nerves calming somewhat as Pro-hero Power Loader would be the homeroom teacher. His expertise in support items and engineering guaranteed the vampire that the pro would not allow Mei to set the school's workshop on fire on her first week.
The vampire finished noting down what Present Mic had written on the board, English class being just about done. Just in time for lunch too.
The hemomancer was one of the first inside the cafeteria, quickly acquiring his meal along with some bloodpacks, the life liquid being inside a thermos flask. He had already informed U.A of his [True Ancestor] quirk, to avoid trouble or questioning as to why he would be snacking on blood alongside his meals. The cafeteria quickly filled up with students, many gathering by their cliches and sitting down with friends.
Izuku found it better to get a table at the corner, enjoying some solitude. He pulled his notebook from inside his school blazer and scribbled some notes and some ideas about his new training regime (having access to top-grade equipment being a sure plus), but his ears quickly picked the sound of footsteps coming his way. His eyes moved up and Izuku found out who the steps belonged to.
Short, bob-cut purple hair and jacks extending from her earlobes, Kyouka Jirou was walking towards his table. She stopped right in front of it, her follower right behind her in the form of Yaoyozoru Momo.
"Yo, mind if we sit here?" The punk-themed girl asked the vampire, her tone calm and somewhat melodious. Izuku nodded and the girl head motioned for her companion to follow suit. The two girls sat on the chairs in front of the hemomancer and began digging into their meals. Izuku did the same, once in a while sipping from the thermos beside his food tray.
"I have been trying to find a right way to say this, but nothing really came to mind so I'm just going to wing it." After a few moments of silence, Kyouka spoke and gathered the vampire's attention to herself. "Thanks for that warning yesterday. If you hadn't, I'd be still hearing ringing thanks to that explosion asshat." Blunt remarks left the punk girl, making Yaoyozoru frown a bit at the use of the brash language, but otherwise she expressed no major reaction.
Izuku took another sip from his thermos, letting the somewhat dull taste of the packaged blood ease slightly his [Thirst] before he spoke.
"No need to thank me. I also have somewhat sensitive ears so I figured it would be better if I warned someone with the same condition about Katsuki's blasts." Izuku said, making sure to never open his mouth too much. His fangs could scare off people much easily; he was trying to make some friends, something that was much too hard back in middle school.
During the examination from yesterday, Izuku had been observing his classmates rather closely, filling his mind with ideas which he would later put to paper. As the test went on, he more or less got an average idea of what all his classmates could and could not do. Kyouka had been rather protective of her ears and her jacks, always being careful to never be too close to those she deemed to be noisemakers.
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vampire king: izuku
Fantasíay as he might, Midoriya Izuku can't become something else. He has this thirst; a thirst for blood. Nothing but the crimson life liquid will quench it, yet this monster still tries to become a savior, a hero.