A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 83

The morning of their test dawned bright and early. And the twenty kids were on their bus even earlier, the three hour drive to the facility demanding them leave at 5 am. Hitoshi hated that for them. The purple themed boy dragging all three of his partners to the long bench at the back of their bus so he could use them as a bed to try and catch a bit more sleep. He ended up with his legs sprawled across Izuku's lap with his feet tucked underneath Denki's legs. And Shouto half turned in his own seat so the tired teen could use his chest as a backrest.

They ignored the teasing from the rest of their class at first. But Izuku slowly became more uncomfortable. Something seeming off. After a few more minutes he gave into his paranoia and let himself fully look around to see if he could pinpoint the cause of the extra anxiety. He was praying it was just the test. That his nerves were fried. But unfortunately he instead locked eyes with a hostile glare. Mineta was scowling fiercely directly at them, his displeasure over something clearly visible.

"Uh-uhm… Can I… help you?" The greenette started uncertainly. Not sure what they had done to receive the diminutive teen's ire. He was not expecting the answer.

"I can't believe you're both a Null AND a Faggot."

The small number of their class that were close enough to hear the hissed remark paused in their lively conversations. Turning to face Mineta, faces showing either disbelief or discomfort. But it was Kaminari who beat them all to the punchline. "Excuse. Me. Do you wanna say that again?!"

Unfortunately the grape themed hero in training had never been one to know when to shut up. "I said. He's not only a disgusting Null, but a worthless Faggot! He should have no problem with those titles right? Since that's exactly what he is! Honestly! I can't believe they let someone so diseased into the hero course in the first place! And now he's going around flaunting his perversions in our faces on top of it all!"

The rest of the bus was slowly quieting down now as the tension in the back made itself felt. Ratcheting up as Denki threw himself to his feet, towering over Mineta with lightning sparking between clawed fingers. The only thing that kept the blonde from physically attacking was Izuku's quick grab, his fist twisting in the electric boy's blazer. "You. Calling him disgusting?! Get your eyes checked, you perverted little worm! As if it's not bad enough you're a quirkist piece of shit now you're going around slinging homophobic slurs?! How. Dare. You. Izuku is the smartest, sweetest, most amazing person. And you're just a shit stain on the underwear of the universe. I bet-"

"Enough! What is going on back here?"

All of the teens focused their attention on the hero who had made his way down the aisle. Still a bit rumpled from the nap they had obviously interrupted. Surprisingly it was Hitoshi who answered, still in his reclined position, probably strategically pinning two of his boyfriends. "The grape was spewing slurs again. Honestly I'm going to have to start carrying a recording device every time I'm in the same room as the little perv. You wouldn't believe the amount of bull he shits outta his mouth."

The teacher was slowly looking more thunderous. "Well that's what we have witnesses for. Now what's this about slurs?"

Both Denki and, surprisingly, Mina spoke at the same time, stumbling over each other as they tried to explain the situation through their anger. After a second of unintelligible noise the pro cut them off with a raised hand. "Right, remind me to move up our debriefing training." The comment was half amused even through the obviously growing headache.