Selcouth || Shouto Todoroki x Oc

Chapter 19: Workign Hard & No Friends

A/N: YO YO after a long wait due to personal problems and some hardcore creativity block I'm back, (hopefully I think) and here's and extra long chap for y'all. I'm getting back into the groove dudes!

      After Aizawa had given instructions to the class, the students went off to change into their costumes. When they left Aizawa escorted Endeavor and I to the designated training area.
     Once we had finally gotten there Aizawa started to explain the exercise and our role in it.

     "So, Today the students are doing a teamwork exercise to prepare them for situations where their quirk is inoperable. If they were to go against a foe with an erasure quirk like mine or if they simply are too exhausted to use their quirk then this lesson will come in handy.
     Since we already do physical solo training everyday we are doing support training today. This is where you two come in. They will learn how to use their quirk as little as they can whilst working with someone else's quirk.
     You will be on separate teams and one by one the students will have you working as support. There will be multiple trials including a directions trial, battle trial, and escape trial. During these trials students can decide if they want to team up with one of you two or another classmate. Understand that?"

     I nodded.

     "Good, I suggest getting to know each other a bit, it'll be a long day." Aizawa grumbled walking away from us toward the entrance of the grounds.

     It was silent for a long time, both the second-best-hero and I were just boiling in our own thoughts.

     "How old are you?" Endeavor broke the silence.

     "I'm around the age of these students."

     "I've heard your Hades' lost kid, is that true?"

     "Yeah."

     "Well," he turned and stuck out his hand, "a formal welcome to Japan and the Hero system."

     I looked at his hand for a bit then up at him, then back to his hand. I shook it firmly and looked him in the eyes.

     "So, do you have any relations to the students in this class?" I asked, releasing his hand from my grip.

     "What gave you that idea?"

     "Well," I began, "When you had walked into the classroom and swept your eyes across the room, they lingered on a student for a split second. So I assume you somehow know them, an old rescue perhaps?" I finished, looking him in the eyes.

      "You have sharp eyes. Yes, one of the students in this particular class is special to me, he is my son."

     My curiosity grew. "Which one, of you don't mind me asking?"

     "I'm sure you saw him, the boy with the multicolored hair split down the middle?"

     I let out a sound or realization, so they are related.

     "Is he a delinquent or something?" I laughed, "What's with the hair?"

     "Unlike you, he isn't," Endeavor practically hissed, eyeing the multicolored hair swaddled in my bun. "He was born with two quirks, both of which came with specific features, therefore he has both."

     "Oh wow," I said, "I didn't think that was so common."

     "What do you mean?"

     "The reason for my 'delinquent ' hair is because, alike to your son, I have both my mother's and father's quirk." I replied. Cerberus rustled against my back, she took my thin tail in to her hands and dropped it down.