Invisible Insecurities

IV: When is Strong Enough?

“Focus!” Aizawa yelled, her teacher frowned watching them spar…had she done something wrong? “You're not paying attention Bakugo!” Aizawa threw stones.

Tooru sat beside Izuku taking notes on the battle, “sir?” Her teacher is a killer…a murder…a wench…but he's her teacher.

“Yes.” He didn't look down, just watched their training intently. “What do you need?” His mood hasn't gone up since yesterday’s spout. Every since she asked him about killing and if he did the same.

“Are you not fond of the way Aizawa teaches?” He snorted, she frowned.

“It's Aizawa Sensei,. you're his student before you are mine. And to answer your other question,” he looked over at her, a fire burning his eyes. “You're absolutely correct.”

It didn't make sense though, “however, his methods are phenomenal.” She looked back at Bakugo as he fought Iida, a stone hit him.

“You're out!” Everytime a rock hits you, you're out. Not only that, you're also fighting an opponent who also has to take into account the same things.

She repositioned her notebook on her legs. “He's getting them to take in every factor.”

Oh, her eyes widened, “like what you make me do?” He nodded.

“Yeah, but I don't tell you to focus. It's best if you don't focus on one thing. If I'm fighting with you and there are more factors in play, don't focus on me. The villain means nothing if civilians are hurt.”

That made sense. “Do you want to participate with your classmates? It's best to learn with them before the outing.” He nudged her shoulder.

She didn't want to be with them, not at all. With Izuku, she doesn't need to exaggerate what she does to not be forgotten. She can walk slow, not move at all, and still appear in his eyes.

“Do you want me to?” She leaned her head on his arm, he hummed.

“Are you nervous?” He chuckled and put his arm around her, nuggying her head. “Actually, let's go down.” He pulled her close and jumped from the wall they sat on.

They landed silently. “Finally, I was getting angry with your two just sitting up there! Come come.” Aizawa flicked his wrist and hit a kid on the forehead.

Her classmates started whispering and looking around, their eyes bulging trying to find who he was talking about.

Not turning to see the two of them. “Yes Sir.” Izuku said loudly, her classmates turned to meet their eyes. “Good evening to you too, look at my classmates.” Classmates?

Is Izuku still a student?

But he's a hero.

“Deku?” Bakugo, the blond, stepped up. He was nearly as tall as Izuku, but before he could speak, her teacher's hand smacked his forehead.

“Yeah yeah yeah, shut up dude.” The others parted and let the two of them through. Her head was down, looking at the moving tiles underneath her feet.

She stayed close with Izuku.

Until he jumped up, leaving her alone. He landed in the arena, “so, which of them are the best?” He looked around but landed on Aizawa Sensei, she bit her lip as her classmates flooded back in.

Bumping into her. “Yaoyorozu and Iida, you two are up first!” He yelled, staring down at his board. No one moved, “hurry up, we're preparing for tomorrow!”

Then two people walked up. The rich kids that were racing the day she was taken. “Yes Sensei!” They were smiling, anxious to be beaten by her teacher?