My Neighbor, Deku

Chapter 13: Stupidly Clueless

*9 years later*

Things to know:

Reader and Izuku have not been in the same class until this current year.

Satoru and reader, unfortunately, were not adopted yet.

Reader is feeling insecure, protective, quickly angered, and a bit sassy.

"Come on (Y/N)!! You're gonna be late!" Satoru yelled as he dashed out the door and onto the bus.

"Oh God!" I muttered sloppily as I flung my backpack onto my shoulder. It was the first day back from Spring break. I was attending Musutafu Middle School and it was already getting off to a terrible start. "I'm coming! Hold up!"

I ran onto the crowded bus and panted as the bus driver grunted, shutting the door behind me. The wheels started to move slowly as I tried to get a seat next to Satoru.

Multiple feet tried to trip me during this process, but fortunately, despite my morning, I was successful.

I collapsed on the seat with a quick sigh of relief and placed my backpack on my lap still panting.

Man, I am very out of shape.

"What's wrong (Y/N)? First time ever getting on the bus?" Joked the amused Satoru.

"Ha ha." I said dryly.

I took a look out the window and watched the familiar buildings pass by, but not paying much attention.

"Seems like just yesterday we were going to elementary school on the bus." Satoru commented as he put in some earbuds. "Good times."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, good times...for you."

The thought of my childhood came flooding back to me. Like the time when I met Izuku, or had my quirk, or met Satoru, pranked Hayle (which resulted in Satoru convincing Hayle it was another person), and my first report card of A's and B's. The pros and the cons. That's how my life was going so far.

"Man, those were the days." Satoru said hazily as he interrupted my thoughts. "I swear, no one could compare to us."

I knitted my eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that nobody understands what we've really been through. Come on, we were like, the smartest kids at our age. We saw the world differently. While others saw it as 'great' and 'cool,' we saw it as unfair and biased. Guess you could say that we came to reality and realized that it was basically full of shit. We've gone through more that than a five-year-old should go through."

I shrugged, guessing that he was right, as usual. "Yeah I can see what you're getting at."

I then unzipped my torn black backpack, took out my indigo notebook, and began drawing in it. The wind from the bus window creased the pages as I adjusted the notebook on my lap. After a few minutes of pure frustration, I shut it tightly and crossed my arms. The fierce wind whipped through the windows and opened the book, eventually turning to a page with a terribly drawn boy with emerald green hair. 

My jaw dropped as I stared blankly at the page. The words "Izuku Friend." was on the top and under it in red ink was "Likes: All Might." I looked to the right and cringed at my next past drawing. Satoru. 

I then snapped back to reality, smirked, and rolled my eyes at him, "But you know, as you are telling me all this, you could tone down some of that 'language.' I wanna keep this side of the bus a PG-rated area."