Souls Hero Academia (Rewrite)

Chapter 19: Confrontation

"Alright, gather around and I'll reveal you how you all did." Aizawa harrumphed as he fiddled with the clipboard while the rest of his class stared at him with anxious eyes, save for some who were already confident in the way they displayed their abilities. "Instead of calling you one by one, find your name on the list so we can wrap this up."

With a single flick of a button in Aizawa's highly-advanced clipboard, a hologram appeared within thin air, detailing the results and placements each of the student got.

At the bottom of the list, a single Hagakure Toru sat listed, the girl in question looking like a set of floating clothes, but if the trembling fabric was anything to go by, she was terrified.

Aizawa glared at the set of floating clothes, the invisible girl losing all feelings in her legs as she dropped to her knees.

"By the way, I lied about the last placer being transferred to the General Course. A logical ruse, so to speak." Aizawa bluntly stated before heading off towards the campus building. "Pick up the syllabus provided on your desk to check your schedules for the year and stay there for your next subject. I'll see you all tomorrow."

The invisible girl stayed silent for a moment, before heaving a sigh of massive relief.

"Oh thank god..." Her breath came in hitches and gasps, the rest of the class looking at her in sympathy.

"Hey, don't worry about that girl!" Mina, the bubbly acidic girl that she was, strutted over to the nearly crying girl and wrapped her arm around the invisible girl's neck. "You're still here in the Hero Course. That's a sign for celebration, if anything!"

"Indeed. Homeroom teacher or not, they do not have the capabilities to transfer a student on the first day of class." The black pony-tailed girl scoffed as she glared at the retreating back of their homeroom teacher. "Such actions are a disgrace, not only as a teacher, but as a person who is held in high regard due to their status."

"I have no idea how to react." The blue-haired speedster grumbled to himself with a face that looked like he ate a lemon. "Should I be appalled that a hero school as prestigious as this should resort to this kind of threats just to get the students to be serious, or applaud them for forward thinking?"

"Dude, just say it sucks." The blond-haired lightning teen sighed. "Good thing I did my basic exercises."

"Yeah, no kidding." Another black-haired teen with enlarged elbows muttered to himself.

Izuku, still grinning at the fact Aizawa lied as easily as he breathed, felt something tap him on the shoulder. Looking to his side, the he spotted the ash blond scowling at him, but without any malice.

'Huh, first time getting a face like that.' Izuku blinked, not knowing how a person could look so angry, yet not as well.

"Follow me." Katsuki pointed his head at a random direction, but upon further inspection, Izuku noticed that it was not, in fact, a random direction. Instead, the ash blond guided him to a secluded area of the track and field grounds, just beside the shed that held most of the gear used for said grounds.

"Okay, normally when I get dragged to places like these, the one who did so wanted to chop my head off." Izuku started, causing Katsuki to go bug-eyed for a moment. "You aren't one of them, though. So, Katsuki, why bring me here?"

His tone betrayed no negative emotion, other than curiosity. It stunned Katsuki. Why didn't he hate him for what he did? Why didn't he go into a rage just for being near him? He deserved that much. He deserved to be called a villain for what he did to his once best friend.