In His Element(s) || avatar / bnha

Spiritual Advice, or Just Advice From a Spirit

Aang was odd, Izuku decided. Maybe a good version of it, but odd nonetheless.

When he mentioned that he was a Tibetan monk, he hadn't been sure exactly what to expect. After all, he was wearing one of their uniforms, something that Aang had sheepishly admitted had been at the behest of the principal himself, probably in an attempt to get him to fit in more.The shaved head certainly fit into his expectations, odd tattoos besides, and so did the calm, self-assured way Aang carried himself.

But he didn't expect him to be so cheerful .

"Who's Hagakure?" Aang was currently asking. They'd both changed back into their school uniforms and were making their way back to the dorms at a brisk walking pace. Aang tugged slightly on his tie, looking vaguely uncomfortable in probably unfamiliar clothing. "A classmate of yours?"

"Yeah, she's in 1-A with the rest of us," Izuku said, hoisting his bag higher onto his shoulder, checking his folder of notes from his first two classes. "She's sick today. That's why we had an odd number for training- normally we have all twenty."

"Wow... and all of you can do different things?"

Izuku blinked at the phrasing. Aang sounded genuinely awed at that simple fact.

"I mean, yeah. Quirks are unique to everyone." He tilted his head as they walked, narrowing his eyes at a distracted Aang. "Your monastery must be pretty isolated, huh?"

"Mmm, yeah, it is," Aang agreed absentmindedly, clearly still thinking. "Lots of mountains. Open air. Trees."

Something was off here. He couldn't exactly say what yet, but still. Izuku had studied quirks pretty much as long as he'd been alive. He knew that he tended to know a lot more information about them than your average person.

But surely... everyone knew the basics of quirk existence... right?

Being himself, Izuku bit his lip, bid his time, and changed the subject.

"What did you think of Tokoyami?"

Aang immediately brightened and latched onto that new topic. His enthusiasm made Izuku blink and miss a step, barely managing to not fall on his face.

Wait, was this what everyone else felt like whenever he mumbled? ...honestly it wasn't that bad, he didn't know what they were complaining about.

Their relatively safe conversation continued up to the dorm's entrance and into the cooler space of the common room area. Sure enough, Tokoyami was right. There was still a Hagakure-shaped blob under the four blankets she'd burrowed into this morning.

"Hagakure?" Izuku called out, setting his backpack down on the squashy blue armchair that Shinsou had claimed as his secondary bed. Or maybe his primary bed, given the amount of time he spent in it.

From the groan slash grumble that emerged from the depths of the fabric sausage on the couch, Hagakure was mostly present and likely still not feeling too well. He could see the blankets shift a bit around her invisible form as she sat up, the loose fabric of an old t-shirt peeking its way out into the open.

"Mido?" Her voice was tired and scratchy. "What're you doing back here?"

"Mr. Aizawa gave me permission to make sure you're ok before my next class." He gave her a smile of reassurance as he dug through his bag. "I brought the notes from class and the homework. Do you need any cold meds or anything?"

Hagakure slumped back down.

"Don't think so." He could see the indent of her head on the pillow as she apparently smushed her face into it, muffling her words slightly. "I feel funny. And really cold. 'M real cold, Mido."