BNHA: The Masked Hero | [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8: "Out Of Place"

I carefully watched the students while Eraserhead stood by my side.

"What do you think about the U.A. students?" He asked me.

"They're interesting," I replied.

He glanced over at me with his dark eyes. "Try analyzing the students instead of jumping straight to a vague opinion about all of them."

I stiffened from his words, but nodded my head. I guess that was too quick of an answer, wasn't it?

I finished meeting the classes that were in my year, but unfortunately with how they scheduled the time, I wasn't able to meet the upperclassmen. Though I didn't have the chance to, I was able to at least watch all the students at the cafeteria.

They all seemed like normal kids that joined just trying to reach their dreams. I didn't see them as intimidating, inspiring, great heroes with costumes and heroic voices, but rather a hard-working students that wanted to be acknowledged by heroes to be heroes.

Maybe it was because I didn't see them in their hero costumes yet, but all of them seemed to have a broad mindset of what they wanted to do in life, while in my class, we don't even know which college to go to and what to do after high school.

The hero dream seemed out of reach for my classmates, and the thought to meet a hero in person excites them, but over here, it's no big of a deal. Heroes walked around as teachers and talked to their students on a daily basis.

"We really are living different lives," I spoke.

Eraserhead stared at me in surprise from my words.

I felt something knot in my gut. "The life of U.A. students is way different compared to us normal students. We don't get to learn about heroics and the ways of battle. We are simply taught general education and the needed subjects we have to use in the work field." I watched the way the students interacted with one another and how they seemed to enjoy how their school life is going.

I hummed. "They all show different personalities, yet they're all carry a similar path. They may not seem all that heroic to me just yet, but my mind may change after the U.A. Sports Festival."

Eraserhead looked away and watched the students as well. "I can't tell if you're jealous or you pity students with normal lives."

I smiled at his sharp words. "I can't tell either. Maybe it's both."

"YOOO!" a voice boomed next to me at the hallway entrance. It sounded like a loud tune, and the first thought I could think of was the villain, Hound.

I jumped backwards, putting up my arm to protect Eraserhead, and got ready for battle. My instincts jumped in faster than I could look before I could realize that, why the heck would Hound be here?

I looked up at the blond man that was wearing shades. I automatically put my guard down, seeing that it's just hero, Present Mic.

My arms lowered slowly in embarrassment and I leaned away from the man that drew closer.

Eraserhead glanced at me before looking at the man that greeted him, but that man was no longer interested in talking to him. Present Mic stared at me before grinning.

"I like them instincts! It's so heroic, kiddo!" He spoke like a radio host. "But don't worry!" He said in his broken English. "I'm a teacher!"

I winced at his dynamics. Man, this guy really carries his hero name. I nodded my head at him, not knowing what to say, and I rubbed my ear, trying to adjust to his voice.

"What do you want, Yamada?" Eraserhead questioned him with a dull expression before the blond could bother me anymore.

Present Mic looked up at him before adjusting his shades. "Just wanted to have lunch with ya, Aizawa!" He grinned.