A Therapy Pet Like No Other

7

Izuku's p.o.v
The funny man led me to the deafening room. Opening the door and walking into sudden silence is so nerve racking! I just want to go back to the jungle...
All the...kids? All that noise from people my age? Well fuck. Now they're all staring. They whisper louder than the trees!
"Problem child. Keep up and everyone else, GET BACK TO CLASS! LUNCH IS ALMOST OVER." Funny man shouted that last part. His eyes went red and his hair defied gravity. Neat.

"Hey...so um - ah what's your name?" I asked stuttering. Ah why is it so hard to talk to people?! This is so infuriating!
"Aizawa. Shota Aizawa but you can either call me Eraserhead or Aizawa Sensei. Your name is Midoriya correct?" Funny ma- no Aizawa said stotically.
"No. I thought I made it perfectly clear in the jungle I don't associate with that name. Not if it connects me to him. You can call me Izuku...or problem child I don't mind." I sighed. We finally got food and started heading back to that concrete cage the heroes call the staff room when I passed a table with a boy sat at it. He was staring at me and tigeress (who was being very quiet I just noticed) which wasn't that different since everyone was, but a memory flashed behind my eyes of a small boy with red eyes like monkey brush vines and blonde hair that was as explosive as he was. Who was he? I was pulled out of my head from a nudge courtesy of tigeress. We carried on walking out of the lunchroom with my mind trying to figure out who that boy was and why he looked so familiar.

Bakugo's p.o.v
Who the fuck is that with sensei?! Is that a FUCKING tiger???? The words jungle, guardian and Midoriya were being thrown around the cafeteria as people listened into their conversation. Wait.
What?
Midoriya?

No way.... It can't be, he FUCKING DIED! IF IT IS HIM HE HAS SO MUCH THAT HE NEEDS TO ANSWER!
FUCKING SHitty deku....