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Top 11: Compassion Quirk

Top 11: Compassion Quirk

It's the second day at U.A. and Sakuriko has been... missing. Well, not missing— but every break she would sneak off and ignore Izuku and all the other classmates while in class. She would always come back to the classroom less than a minute before the next teacher that comes in grumpily and would sit at her desk with a frown.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks her before she went off to leave again. She nods. "Where are you going?" Izuku inquires, blocking off the class' entrance door and she scowls.

"...bathroom."

"You've been going there a lot... are you sure you're okay?" he asks again, now worried. She glares at him in typical Sakuriko fashion and after a moment of concerned lip pursing, he lets her through.

~-*-~

This school is way too big and Kusuo just wishes he could teleport around this area and just find Kaidou and just take him back. But they're not allowed really to use their 'Quirks' while in school and he still needs to figure out where that short, messy haired boy that isn't the one that's constantly nagging him is first.

Kusuo kicks the ground, walking through another hallway he has no business being in, searching quietly for that voice that went a long while since he heard, doing his best to not run into classmates because he was quick to understand they're all nosy and annoying and especially not into staff because apparently they almost all give him that suspicious glare. Peachy.

He walks through the empty hall, focusing on the sounds coming from the different closed doors he's not really sure the purpose of, not caring to read the nameplate,

"Yeah, she was having an affair! Totally ruined her pro reputation..."

Not him...

"It ain't my fault you keep using your dumb Quirk right. In front. Of my face!"

Not important...

"I swear to god, Eisaku, if you don't shut the hell up in the next minute-!"

Kusuo sighs. Nope...

"Keep careful, alright? I want someone to accompany you anywhere you go, you hear?"

Not him. Again.

"I don't need protection! You might not know this, but I hold more power in my hand than all these Quirks combined!"

N-

Wait.

There's a sigh, "Yes. I know Kaidou. I've heard,"

Kusuo's breath hitches and he freezes before slowly turning his head to the closed door the voices came from and opening it only slightly, as quietly as he can and peeps in,

"Well I'm just saying! I don't need help."

Holy crap. There he is! Kaidou, in all his fluffy teal hair and red bandages and fake aloofness' glory, is sitting right. There. Talking to the homeroom teacher.

Kusuo holds the urge to just melt into the floor from relief or just tackle him and give him a big, tight hug before beating the ever love out of him. He feels like hyperventilating as he feels that familiar heat in his cheeks whenever he eats desserts or watches Satou.

The,

Not the one forms his new class.

He's just happy, okay? Plain and simple— unlike these past few months. He's also pits-of-hell level pissed. If only Kaidou would have just sat in that one dirty tunnel for twenty-four hours none of this would've happened. He could have probably just straight up gotten away with erasing his memory and calling it at that if he waited. But all those could'ves and would'ves are all in the past. He's here now. Right in front of him. What is he waiting for-?