The Boy Born With Everything ✔

Year 1 Part 2

Soon the day had passed, then one week, then two, and soon he had been at Hogwarts for a whole month. He had become good friends with Mina, Tsu and Jirou from his house, and had learnt that Jirou's parents were big in the music scene. He also spent lots of time with Momo, Iida and Midoriya in the library, studying together or just chatting about their families. Shoto never spoke a lot during conversation, but he loved listening about everyone else's lives.

He discovered that Midoriya's magic came later than most young wizards, and his parents thought he was a squib for many years. It was a surprise that his letter from Hogwarts came, and that he only started showing magical potential afterwards.

"That's why I was really quite s-scared to come here. I thought I could never b-be a great wizard!" the greenete gushed out one evening, looking sheepish at his seeming lack of talent.

"I'm sure you'll become a fine wizard." Todoroki assured, tilting his head with concern when Midoriya's face bloomed bright red. "Are you alright?" he asked, "Are you sick?"

"No!" Midoriya replied, slapping his palms over his cheeks, before lowering tone when he remembered they were in the library. "It just- those words mean a lot Shoto, especially since-"

"Deku!"

Midoriya froze on the spot, eyes widening into saucers as his neck creaked to face the hallway that ran through the middle of the library. Shoto watched with concern as the blond stalked forwards and slammed his hands on the table, leaning over Midoriya trying to intimidate him.

"Hi Kaachan." whispered Midoriya.

"Don't call me that nerd!" Bakugou growled. "What the hell are you doing here?! Hah?!"

"I told you, m-my magic came later."

"Sure it did, Deku, you-"

"Do you two know each other?" asked Shoto, glancing between the two boys; in sync, both Bakugou and Midoriya turned to look at him, one with an expression of relief and the other of rage.

"What's it to you Halfie? You friends with the loser?"

"Actually, I am. And I'd appreciate if you stopped trying to intimidate him."

"And why would I do what you say, huh? Think you're better than me!"

"Yes. I, for one, do not go and prey on people who can't stand up for themselves. That's called bullying, Bakugou."

Bakugou looked him up and down a grin appeared on his face.

"Aw, you got some baggage, huh Halfie? How'd you get that scar on your face, eh?!"

Shoto saw red. He stood up, his herbology book crashing onto the floor, and he grabbed Bakugou by the collar of his shirt before pushing him into the bookcase. How the tables turn.

"Listen Bakugou, that's enough. I don't care why you seem to have both an inferiority and superiority complex, and I don't care that you feel the need to take your anger out on others unreasonably. But I do care that what you are doing isn't right, and I will not let you hurt those weaker than you for your own sick amusement." he commanded, maintaining direct eye-contact with the blond, his words laced with venom.

But Bakugou's grin didn't falter, and instead widened as he leant forwards so their foreheads were almost touching.

"Ha, so you aren't all bark and no bite. You, me, duel. Friday afterschool by the lake. Got it, Halfie?"

"Hm, fine. If I win?"

"I'll be... civil. But if I win, you tell me how you got that scar on your face. Deal?"