Forget Me Not

(9)

Akuma watched as Izuku struggled and failed severally while attempting to tie his tie. It was hilarious to watch the usually calm and collected Izuku struggle and whine about one tie.

In the end, Izuku settled for a short stubby tie, making Akuma snicker. "You could help me instead of just laughing at my misery, Dad." Izuku pouted, drawing another chuckle from the dark-haired man.

"It looks okay-ish. Besides, if I did try to help you, you would just tell me to piss off and that you'll do it by yourself."

"Well, I'm asking for your help now, aren't I?" Akuma finally gave in and swooped in to help Izuku with his tie.

"I can't believe you've been alive for sixteen years and you don't know how to knot a tie." He ignored the snide remark from his sister.

"Coming from someone who can't even tie her shoelaces?" Akuma shook his head at their banter.

"You're both lucky your mother's at work or both of you would be in trouble right now. Go wait in the car, I'll be out soon. And no fighting."

The two nodded and made their way to the car.

"Can't you walk to school? I don't want to be in the same car with you."

Izuku sighed, "What do I have to do for you to get over what I said about your dolls? It was just a measly comment, right?"

"It wasn't to me though! I spent all that time thinking 'Izuku's gonna like it' and then you laughed at it and made fun of me. So of course I'm mad!" Izuku's expression softened and he scooted closer but she only frowned and turned away from him.

"Akina... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it; I promise." Akuma got in the car and started the engine before he could keep going. He noticed the tension between them and sighed.

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"Izuku, hey!" A loud voice beckoned as he was about to walk into the classroom. His look of confusion and annoyance soon shifted into one of surprise as Kaminari ran up to him.

"You got in? And we're classmates too? This day just keeps getting better and better!" Izuku smiled. "C'mon, let's go inside before the teacher gets here."

They both sat down at their assigned seats which, much to Kaminari's dismay, were way too far apart from each other.

Izuku sent him a reassuring smile and sat down. Only then did he notice the blonde staring at him with an almost terrified expression.

"Deku?"

Izuku froze at the odd name, his eyes widening a bit as blurry memories forced their way into his brain.

He hissed in pain and held the side of his head. The blonde noticed the pain the dark-haired boy was in and took a cautious step towards him. "De— Izuku..."

"Settle down students. If you're here to make friends then you can get out. I'm your homeroom teacher Shouta Aizawa and I'll be guiding you runts throughout your first year of U.A."

The scruffy man stepped out of his sleeping bag and pulled out a bunch of uniforms, chucking it at them. "All of you put this on and meet me outside in twelve minutes. Do not make me wait."

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Kaminari couldn't help but stare at Izuku's back as he changed. Not that he was being a pervert or anything, he just couldn't take his eyes off the three jagged lines that decorated Izuku's back.

"Are you done, Denki?" Izuku asked, startling the poor boy. "A-ah, yes. Let's go before we get an earful from our teacher." Izuku nodded and side-eyed the spiky blonde who was openly staring at him.

As they walked out, Izuku waved at Shouta who just waved back with a bored expression on his face. "You know him?"

"He and my dad have been friends since elementary school. Sometimes he comes over to catch up with my dad."

Finally, the students filed in one by one. "I said twelve minutes. How the hell does it take you guys twenty minutes to change into gym outfits."

"Anyway, I brought you out here for a little something I call Quirk Assessment. Each of you will take part in a series of exercises but unlike middle school, you will be allowed to use your quirks to help boost your scores."

A brunette raised her hand, "Mr Aizawa, shouldn't we be at orientation right now though?"

"U. A gives teachers the freedom to teach in whatever way they please. I'm just simply taking advantage of that," he answered and called out to Bakugo.

"How far could you throw the ball in middle school?"

"87 metres." the boy bragged.

"Good. Stand in the circle and throw the ball as far as you can with your quirk."

The boy grinned and threw the ball with a huge explosion, causing most of his classmates to stare in awe.

"This is going to be so much fun!"

Izuku internally groaned.

"Fun, eh? Alright, whoever comes in last place is expelled immediately." A series of whines and protests left the students but Shouta was quick to hush them up. "I didn't make the rules kids. Besides, there's nothing fun about what you're all going to be doing for the next three years and it's best if you get that drilled in your heads now."

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So far, Denki had done relatively well in some of the tests. Though Izuku did way better.

And finally, he could see Izuku's quirk for himself. He watched as Izuku took the ball from Aizawa and to everyone's surprise, he threw it on the ground.

Before anyone could question what he was doing, Izuku raised his hand and it started to glow a deep green.

As he threw the ball, it went flying through the air like a bullet, the shockwave of the throw throwing most of his classmates off balance.

"Whoa! Your quirk is awesome!" Denki couldn't help but exclaim. But then Bakugo marched past him and grabbed Izuku's collar.

"Where the fuck were you hiding that damn quirk, Deku?" he snarled and Izuku's face contorted into a scowl. "Could you let go of me; you're wrinkling my uniform. And who the hell is Deku?"

Before the explosive teen could go on with his rant, Shouta wrapped his capture scarf around him and dragged him away from Izuku.

"Jeez, what's his problem?" Izuku murmured as he made his way back to Denki's side.

A/N: This chapter feels so incomplete but it's the best thing I could squeeze out amidst everything going on in my life right now. I promise the next chapters will be better (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)