I didn't choose THIS

Goodbyes.

Izuku's POV:

 I turned to look at Katsuki. 

My smile widened slightly as I explained, "To cut a long explanation short, I am a prince of hell, and the devil is my dad." I showed his fang, a subtle display of his demonic heritage turning my head to look at everyone..

The scent of fear wafted through the air, mingling with other emotions, but my attention was drawn to a different scent—a scent of pride.

I frowned slightly, my gaze narrowing as I focused on Bakugo.

"Why the hell are you proud of me?" My question cut through the tension, My eyes locking onto Bakugo's with an intensity that demanded an answer.

Bakugo's expression hardened, his usual fiery demeanor tinged with a rare moment of vulnerability.

"Because you're standing up to those angels like a boss," he retorted, his tone defiant yet tinged with admiration.

My frown softening slightly as I processed Bakugo's unexpected response.

"But I'm a demon," I pointed out, a hint of uncertainty in my voice.

Bakugo scoffed, crossing his arms. "So what? You're still one of us, and you're not letting anyone push you around," he stated, his voice carrying a note of pride.

The classroom fell into a thoughtful silence, the tension easing and the sent of fear fading as understanding dawned on everyone.

My status as a demon prince didn't change the fact that I was their classmate, their friend, and someone they respected for his strength and courage.

I nodded slowly, a small smile playing on my lips. "Thanks, Kacchan," I said sincerely, 

Aizawa, who had been observing the exchange quietly, spoke up. "We'll discuss the details later," he said, addressing the whole class. "For now, let's focus on the task at hand and ensure everyone's safety."

"Was anyone injured?" I asked, scanning the classroom with a concerned expression.

"I mean, not from the angels," Kami said shyly, avoiding direct eye contact.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Kami's hesitant response. "What do you mean?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

"He fell over," Iida interjected matter-of-factly, gesturing towards Kami.

A chuckle escaped my lips as I shook my head in amusement. After composing myself, I walked over to Kami. "Where are you hurt?" I asked with a chuckle, my tone lightening the mood.

Kami pointed to a pretty bad cut running up his leg.

I nodded in understanding, then without hesitation, I extended my claws and ripped my palm open, pressing my blood to Kami's wound. The healing properties of my demonic blood worked swiftly, the cut closing before our eyes.

"There you go," I said with a smile, withdrawing my hand and inspecting Kami's leg. "All better."

Kami looked at his healed leg in astonishment, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Th-thank you," he stammered, clearly impressed by my ability.

I waved it off casually. "No problem. Just part of the perks of being a demon," I joked, trying to lighten the mood further.

"Alright, we need to find a spot to set up camp," Aizawa announced, his voice carrying authority as he surveyed the surroundings.

The clearing we were in seemed suitable, with enough space and relative safety from prying eyes.

"Let's gather some branches and make a fire pit," he suggested, already starting to gather some dry wood and twigs nearby. "And we'll need to set up tents for the night."

"No fire," I interjected, interrupting the preparations. "We need to stay hidden. It's safer that way."

Aizawa paused, considering my words before nodding in agreement. "You're right," he conceded. "We'll rely on portable lights and keep a low profile."