There are other Dimensions?!

Chapter Ten: USJ

Izuku woke up the morning of the USJ field trip a jittery mess. Yesterday had been a disaster, and now the teachers were sure to watch him with an even sharper eye. He understood that they were concerned, and that this wasn't actually a setback in his hero career, but it was bound to be nothing short of annoying. Especially with what was going to happen today.

Yamada-sensei had caught him after he'd left Aizawa-sensei the other day. He'd been curious as to why Izuku had used his first name and he'd mentally scrambled for a believable excuse.

"Poor Midoriya." Kaminari laughed. 

"You don't have to answer it now, if you don't want to, I'm just curious." He'd said, waving off his paranoia. "If it makes you more comfortable, Little Listener, you can call me Hizashi outside of class." He'd grinned as he said it, and Izuku wasn't sure if he was grateful or heartbroken. Grateful, because this made it infinitely easier on him if he slipped up, and he was getting closer to one of the only older brother figures he'd ever known... but heartbroken because it wasn't his Zashi. This Hizashi wasn't his Zashi, and he never could be. And that thought made him almost break down right there. He was also a little angry, because 'Little Listener' was Zashi's nickname for him. Nobody else could call him that. Nobody—not even his younger self.

"Oh, Little Listener..." Present Mic's heart ached for the little listener. 

Thank goodness he'd spent a decade with Shouta learning how to handle his emotions.

Aizawa smirked. 

Last night, he'd gone out on patrol as Viridian for the first since school began. He hadn't wanted to obtain any questionable injuries, and it felt good to be back out there, patrolling the streets in the dead of night. He was glad that Recovery Girl hadn't taken off his shirt, or she would've seen all his scars. And Izuku honestly didn't know how he'd go about explaining that away. Or the fact that he had a nasty cut on his side with home done stitches (which was now healed due to her Quirk).

"Recovery Girl is truly a blessing." Sero joked. 

Patrol was amazing, though, and taking out his added frustrations on any villains he came across also helped a ton. He'd even run into Eraserhead during his patrol. The man had been overly relieved to see him. 

"You've been gone for nearly a week." He'd accused. "And you're supposed to patrol with me."

"Yeah, I've been out of town for a little bit. What, couldn't handle things without me?" He teased. "How are the kiddies?"

"A handful."

"Any favorites?"

All of Class 1-A was listening intently. Aizawa groaned. 

"I don't play favorites." He grunted.

"So there is one that's caught your eye." Viridian's eyes gleamed.

"I do have a Problem Child this year." He admitted, and Izuku's heart clenched.

"Ouch. My heart." Uraraka clenched her chest. 

"You'll know he trusts you when he calls you 'Problem Child'."

But he didn't call me Problem Child... not to my face. I'm getting closer, but... I may not even have to tell him, if all goes well tomorrow.

"You seem distracted." Aizawa noted.

"I'm worried about you." Viridian started slowly. "I've come across some... concerning intel. I believe someone's planning an attack on U.A." He couldn't prevent the USJ Incident—it was his best chance for killing Shigaraki—but he might be able to help keep Shouta from getting too injured. He noted how the man stiffened at the information. "Please. Shouta, be careful. Wear extra equipment, bring extra weapons, something. Like I said before, I don't want you to die. I enjoy your company."