Chapter 20: Getting Along

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(A/N) Holy crap this one got done fast! (Not really, it's been half written for weeks.) Silenthorse, gamer_kid1609, and Zurgboy2 were really on top of it with this chapter, and as always I'm thankful for all the help they give. I'm giving you all a bit of fluff before 1A's first hero class officially begins, especially with the last 2 chapters being pretty emotionally driven. So I'm hoping this chapter can put a smile on your face.

To say Izuku was confused would be an understatement. He'd just watched his girlfriends drag Uraraka off, and he was suspicious. It was obvious they were planning something, he just didn't know why they would need Uraraka. Regardless, he would leave it alone. Sure, his girlfriends could be mischievous, but they never did anything bad for him to not trust them. The issue was that he was left with a large group of people, where he only knew one person, and even then not very well.

"Ya know, they do have a good idea. These tracksuits are fine, but I'm not a fan of loose clothes during a workout. It just gets in the way." Said Mina innocently. She was being honest about her preference, so she didn't expect to hear Izuku groan as he put his face in his hands from embarrassment. Most of the girls were confused by his sudden embarrassment when the connotation of Mina's words struck them, turning their confusion into amusement.

"Y'know you're going to have to get used to seeing skin tight suits right?" Asked Tsuyu, with a finger to her cheek and a tilt of her head.

"I know, it's just.... It's just gonna take time for me to adjust." Responded Izuku trying to calm down.

"That's fair. Anyone would have a HARD time getting used to all this sex appeal." Teased Setsuna while striking a pose but gesturing to the whole group. She started cackling when Izuku seemed to go catatonic from embarrassment, only stopping when she felt something hit her head. Turning, she saw Kendo blushing, having appeared to have chopped her on the head.

"Take it easy with the teasing." Said Kendo sternly.

Seeing that Kendo wasn't leaving room for any arguments, Setsuna admitted defeat with a pout. "Fine, I'll play nice." She grumbled, getting a few laughs.

"Well fam, we're not going to get any training done standing here. I'm gonna go change myself. Could one of you bring Izuku back down to earth?" Asked Camie as she started walking off, with several girls following behind.

"Sooooo, does anyone know how to do that?" Asked Shinso, looking at Izuku a bit worriedly.

"Here, let me try something." Said Kendo as she enlarged her hands. Standing in front of Izuku she clapped right in front of his face. Her plan worked, but a little too well as it startled Izuku, making him yelp and fall on his butt. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She said, a little amused as she offered him a helping hand. Izuku did accept the help, but she easily spotted the reluctance. Seeing him like this really hurt her deep down. She'd seen plenty of people who acted the way he does at her family's dojo, and they all had one thing in common.

They were assault victims.

While Kendo didn't know the details, it was obvious something horrible had happened to him. It really kicked her protective instincts into overdrive. After all, it was those same victims that led her down the path to becoming a hero.

"I-it's ok. I was just lost in my own head." Admitted Izuku sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.

"No kidding, I almost thought you actually died from embarrassment there." Joked Jirou, happy when she got a chuckle from him. She was a pro at picking up on people's emotions thanks to her quirk allowing her to hear their heartbeats, and the amount of fear she's heard from him was worrisome.

"Sometimes it feels like it. It hasn't been easy getting used to that kind of stuff. Mei and Kinoko have helped, though I'm still not sure if it was on purpose, or just a side effect of their constant teasing." Said Izuku as the group all started heading to the gym.

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