A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 69

One minor inconvenience of living with their teacher reared its ugly head a week after the mall incident. Aizawa grumbled as he lead the way to the drive near UA's gate. The meeting place for the two classes going to the training camp.

They saw Vlad walking over from the main building as well. Both teachers nodded to each other and settled to iron out any last minute details. The two boys were too tired to even try and listen in, dropping duffle bags to the sidewalk before following after their stuff. Once sat on the curb and leaned against each other Shinso broke out the thermos an amused Yamada had handed him on the way out. Noting the three small cups screwed onto the top with a snort.

Once the two of them had their cups of sweet, sweet awake juice, Aizawa whipped his head around and paused his conversation for long enough to come and snag coffee for himself as well. The teens snickering quietly at his coffee senses.

It was another 30 minutes before the buses showed up. Parking alongside the curb. The two drivers stepped out to converse with the teachers.

Izuku ended up half in Hitoshi's lap by the time Iida and Yaoyarozu were stepping out of a Bentley and thanking the Yaoyorozu chauffeur for the ride, rolling large suitcases behind them. Shinso greeted the new arrivals with a nod, not willing to do much more in case he woke his friend from his doze.

The others showed up in two's and three's. Shoji and Tokoyami and Sato. Jiro and Mina. Asui and Uraraka. One after the other stepping up to the growing group, class B gathering on the other side of the teachers in their own drowsy huddle.

Kaminari sat down on Izuku's other side when he arrived, rubbing at his eyes and yawning, giving his classmates a sweet smile though not yet awake enough to talk. Todoroki for his part stood nearby, quietly exchanging greetings with Shinso.

When the last few stragglers finally walked up, just before the official meeting time, the teachers called for attention, silencing the general hubbub of teen chatter. They announced which bus was for which class. The gleam in Eraserhead's eyes a worrying hint as they did so. Izuku catching it even as he stumbled to slightly numb feet. A glance at Hitoshi proved the other boy had caught it too.

There wasn't much they could do about it at this point though so they loaded up with the rest of their peers, tossing duffle bags into the under bus storage. And if Izuku happened to switch a few weapons out of his costume case and into his carry on, well no one saw him so did it really happen?

The drive was long and kind of boring, but Izuku found himself suddenly too wired to sleep. He ended up as a pillow for Kaminari instead. Singing back and forth with Hitoshi across the aisle with an occasional question about the meaning of a sign from Shoto in the row in front of them, the heterochromatic boy doing his best to keep up with the conversation.

The rest of their classmates chatting or singing or otherwise occupying themselves. The noise got louder the more they woke up and the further out of cell service they got. And eventually even Denki couldn't sleep through it. Grumbling and blinking around before flushing in embarrassment over having drooled a bit on Izuku's shoulder.

But all he got in return for his stuttered apology was a bright smile and a question meant to drag him into the conversation.