𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒

His Kidilante part 2 II - Battle Trial And More

Sitting down in Class 1-A for the first time is actually somewhat nerve-wracking. Izuku is used to operating at night, decked out with weapons and a mask.

But here, in school, even if it is UA, he's just another random kid, and a Quirkless one at that. He has no friends and he has to worry about keeping his identity secret from his Dadzawa, or Eraserdad, as he always calls him on patrol. It's not often he calls the man Dadzawa, not wanting to compromise the man's civilian identity in public where it could possibly be exploited. No, he is cleverer than that, sneakier than that, and he knows that his favourite pro appreciates the fact. Has tried to cultivate it, encourage it.

Regardless, Izuku is finally in his dream school. He had arrived fairly early this morning, mainly to avoid the crowds of people because no, and was quick to find his class. And then promptly sat in the back corner, right by the windows. If his years of villain-fighting have given him slightly paranoid instincts... well, they serve him well in a fight, so he isn't complaining, honestly.

Already exhausted, and hoping to avoid the attention of the loud engine boy at the front of the classroom who is loudly admonishing Kaa- Bakugou for having his feet up on the desk, Izuku ducks his face down against his folded arms. He knows he's never fall asleep, but Izuku allows his eyes to close anyway. Always better to be underestimated.

However, only a few minutes later, he is hyperaware again as the desk next to his suddenly became occupied. And he's going to back to resting when he takes note of who it actually is. The boy from the entrance exam, all wild purple hair and eyebags. Oh, he's kind of cute.

"Oh, hey, you're the one who took down the zero pointer, huh? Saved that girl." And yeh, he had managed to clamber the robot and jam enough of its mechanics to stop it, saving a girl who had fallen. This boy helped him carry her back towards the medical station, what with his own fractured wrist and all.

"Mm, Sh-shinsou, right?" And fuck, he knew he'd be stuttering again. Something about a classroom, about lots of people, just sent him right back to being a complete and utter Deku.

"Yeh. Midoriya?" He nods in reply, signing a 'yes' almost unconsciously. Ever since teaching himself Japanese Sign Language, when his nerves really took over, he would fall into a level of muteness, throat tight and heart pounding, where it felt far more natural to sign. He had only ever been ridiculed for it before, but now he's instead staring, wide-eyed as Shinsou suddenly looked delighted. Or, well, those deep purple eyes seemed to brighten and something between a grin and a smirk lightens the deep bags beneath his eyes that reflect Izuku's.

'You know sign too?'

'Y-yeh! I don't really like talking unless I know someone really well.'

'Oh worm-' Izuku snorts at that, surprising himself.

'At least we can sign to each other,' the taller continues, looking genuinely pleased. A little cat-like actually, Izuku observes, wondering if it's related to his Quirk for a moment before concluding that it must just be his mannerisms. There are no other indicators at all, and his traits all suggest an emitter. And now he's curious. Well, Shinsou hasn't been mean yet, so it's probably worth the risk, right?

'You don't have to answer, but what's your Quirk? I'd assume it was an emitter, but I wasn't sure...'

"Why do you want to know?" The sudden switch to verbal conversation, not to mention the harsh tone, has Izuku flinching back. Dammit, he really can't handle anything once he's in school, can he? Stupid, stupid Deku...