Hero name: Soukoku

12

Day 1

           "I'll be right back," Chuuya says, leaving his bags near Kaminari. He caught up to Iida and the other two, who were frozen in place by hesitance. "Iida-san," the taller teen turned his head towards Chuuya, his body more tense than usual. "Yes, Chuuya-san? Is there something I can help with?" He questioned, his grip tightening on his hero case. "Don't do anything stupid," Iida's eyes widened in surprise as Chuuya's voice grew softer. "I know what getting revenge looks like and trust me, this won't go the way you want it to." Iida remained speechless, finding his voice after a few minutes. "How did you.." his throat tightened as he stared down at Chuuya with furrowed brows. "Don't do anything to get yourself in trouble dumbass, you'll only end up hurting the people around you as a consequence," Chuuya says, sending him a firm glare before turning around and walking away, leaving Iida speechless.

             "I'm back," he says to Kaminari who smiles and hands Chuuya his hero case. "What were you doing man? Iida looks totally lost," Chuuya laughed slightly as they both walked towards their train. "I just wished him good luck," Kaminari didn't seem like he entirely believed Chuuya but he let it go. "I'm sure he saw that as patronizing if you used your firm voice," Kaminari teased, making Chuuya shove his side into Kaminari's, the teen laughing in response and shoving him back. "I do not have a 'firm voice'! What the hell does that even mean?" Chuuya complained with a scoff, making Kaminari laugh. "You so do dude, it's kinda crazy how you don't even realize!" The duo got onto the train, sitting down on seats in the back.

              "You kinda sound like-," Kaminari clears his throat before making his voice go deeper. "-'the hell that supposed to mean, eh?'" Kaminari mimicked before laughing, Chuuya's cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I do not sound like that!" Chuuya groaned in complaint, making Kaminari laugh harder. "You so do! Tone and everything!" Chuuya huffed, crossing his arms and legs. "Screw off pikachu," Kaminari smirked in amusement. "Bringing back the nicknames are we? I haven't heard you call me that since USJ! Jokes on you that Pikachu is actually one of my favorites," he teased, making Chuuya smirk back at him.

         "People get called by their real names when they earn my respect," Kaminari laughed at Chuuya's answer as the bus stopped. "Not the first time you've said that," Kaminari commented as Chuuya stood, grabbing his case and waving goodbye to the teen. He wanted to develop a relationship with all of his classmates and teachers as much as he possibly could. If all of his relationships were well developed then it would give him more safety measures to fall back on in case he got caught. One thing he has learned from this experience so far was that class 1A students do not give up on their own. So if he's considered one of them, then they wouldn't give up on him. As much as he would love to take credit for this idea, that stupid bastard was the one who put him up to it.

            His partner spewed a bunch of bullshit before saying how Chuuya's the more empathetic one and could connect with students better. Of course, this was true, that moron couldn't connect with anyone even if his life depended on it. Okay, he can connect to SOME people but in an annoying 'I'm the best but I'll let you tag along' kind of way. Just thinking about his partner is pissing him off. He could imagine that waste of bandages with a smug grin when Chuuya told him how well his plan was working. Hell, even if he didn't tell the damn bastard he would still figure it out somehow. Chuuya tsked in annoyance, making people glance over at him. He sighed, he can't be getting worked up because of that mackerel. 

          He opened the door to Midnight's agency. It smelled similar to sakura trees when they were in full blossom. He smiled faintly, the scent reminded him of Kouyou. "Chuuya-san," he glanced up, smiling at the pro hero who was walking towards him. "Midnight-sensei, I'm thankful you took me in," he responded to her calls with a bow of respect before straightening himself. "I should be the one thankful, I know plenty of heroes who wished for you to work under them," she responds teasingly as she led him towards her office upstairs. "Don't tell me you're one to gloat sensei?" She laughed at his question, smirking at him. "Maybe I am," he let out a huff of amusement, dropping his case on the floor and sitting down on the seat across from her desk.