A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 19

They separated at the door. The hero kids walked in to find their seats. Izuku stood against the wall in the hallway, unsure if the heroics teacher wanted to introduce him or not. And with the incident with the second years still fresh in his mind he really didn't want to risk another incident, even if logically he knew Shinso would step up to explain the situation for him if needed.

As the final bell rang the greenette was pushed off of his feet as a gust of wind blew through the hall. He managed to turn his almost sprawl into a semi graceful roll, though he knew there would be a bit of a bruise on the point of his shoulder where he had hit the ground wrong. Mirokuma would beat his ass if he saw that roll, best not tell him.

By the time he made his way to his feet from the crouch he had landed in the door to 1-A was being slammed open and a blur of red and yellow was entering the room. Oh. You've got to be kidding. "I AM HERE! COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

Is there a way to get out of this after all? It wasn't fun anymore. He peeked around the door frame, desperately hoping against hope he had imagined that voice. Nope there was the number 1 hero in his full glory. Damn.

He glanced around at the other kids, they were all completely enraptured by the hero as he gave a spiel about what the class was going to do today. Even Shinso seemed completely focused on the man. That made the movement at the front of the room all the more noticeable when a familiar spiky head of ash blond whipped around to glare at the door. Like he sensed Izuku's presence. Nervous green locked with furious red.

The smaller teen quickly ducked back around the door frame. But the damage had already been done. All Might said a few more things and then ran out of the room as quickly as he came. This time the greenette managed to brace himself against the rush of air. He heard clattering in the classroom, the hero students distracted by something.

Then he felt a burning hand grasping onto his collar. Once again. Like always. He froze.

"Deku. What the hell are you doing here?!" God. How could he have forgotten that Kachan made it into the hero course? "Hah?! You ignoring me you useless fuck?!"

"N-no K-Kachan! I-i-i I'm j-just, I uhm."

"Gods, I almost forgot how annoying that stutter is. What, are you so unevolved you can't even speak right?!" He gives the smaller boy a short shake. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." The words are enunciated and drawn out, like he was speaking to someone with a different mother tongue. Or an idiot.

The greenette felt his face flush in humiliation. "I-I'm w-watching y-y-your cl-class t-today…" Before the confrontation could go any further they were interrupted. A redheaded boy bounced through the doorway and draped an arm around Bakugo's shoulders. "Bakubro! There you are! I grabbed your costume for you!"

The newcomer didn't flinch as he was roughly shaken off. "Oh? Who's this?!" Izuku's shirt was finally let go, and with a light shove to the smaller teen's chest the explosive blonde turned away. "Don't worry about it. Deku doesn't matter." He snatched a case from the redhead and stalked off.

They watched him go for a second before the broad shouldered teen turned back to Izuku. "Sorry about him. I'm sure he didn't mean that… Anyways! I'm Kirishima Eijiro! It's nice to meet you!" He then ran off before the freckled boy could recover enough to reply.