Sasuke in UA

Back to school and training.

The day after the incident, Sasuke went back to school. He was suspicious his sensei, Aizawa would want to talk to him or at least make him talk to the schools' guidance counselor, Hound dog. Fortunately, Aizawa hadn't said anything to him about what had happened. Sasuke was thankful for that. He was surprised in all honesty. Heros weren't killers but he knew his teacher knew he wouldn't be able to stop Sasuke from his destiny. Aizawa had seen what Itachi had done and what effects it had on him now. Aizawa had seen him at his lowest point. 

His sensei had said Itachi had seen everything that had happened thought his brother's illusions. If that was the case how was his teacher still alive. What was his bastardly brother trying to do? It angered him greatly even thinking about what his brother was trying to manipulate at this point that it made him not think straight anymore. He couldn't concentrate on his work in lesson and he was having to try hard to cover over his shaking from being so god damn angry at the world.

They were currently in homeroom before school started and Aizawa was taking registration before he got started on any announcements. He took this time to study his sensei. He finally realized how injured his teacher was. His arm was in a cast and he had a bandage wrapped around his forehead, hidden under his hair. He had ever noticed that the day before, well he guessed he was to busy freaking out and panicking about being intruded on when he was having a breakdown. He remembered the eyes of his sensei from the day before. They were full of emotion back then, unlike now. Was it pity? He never needed anyone pity. It disgusted him to think that was what it was, he didn't want to believe it was that. No, it was something else.

Understanding.

How could his teacher ever understand what had happened? His teacher had never been there. Unless Itachi had actually shown him what had happened that day and if that was the case then nothing made sense. He didn't want to think about what his teacher had seen. If his teacher had seen that day he would have seen how pathetic he was back then, before the days of his cold outer shell. Even so, his teacher could never understand the full brut of what had happened to him. Never understand what his brother had meant to him back then. His head was starting to hurt from overthinking the situation so much. It was too much to bear but life is far away from fair.

Sasuke took a deep breath and looked towards the front of the class were Aizawa was waiting to make an announcement.

"The U.A sports festivals is about to begin. Its true a good hero agency can give you better work experience and the best way to claim those high places is thought the Sports festival. once and year, three times in your entire lives. No aspiring hero can afford to miss these opportunities. That means you better not slack off on your training."

Right, training. Sasuke had trained at home every day for the last ten years but practicing alone wasn't as good as training with someone else. The problem was Sasuke didn't know who train with. He didn't have anyone that he considered friends.

"You might want to kill him yourself but you should know you as a person are not alone. You should know how worried midoryia was about you. You should know you have friends who care."

Sasuke's eyes widened at the memory that flashed through his mind. Aizawa's words saying how worried Midoryia was about him. Why was Midoryia worried about him? He couldn't think of any really worth reason someone should care. He took a deep breath. He guessed he could use this situation to his advantage. If Midoryia was apparently worried about him he could use that to try and get him to agree to train with him. Plus, from what he could remember, Midoryia was very good at analyzing quirks. He could get him to point out any flaws in him quirk that could be used against him. Sasuke was put against him in the tournament he doubted the boy would be able to do anything since Midoryias quirk seemed to damage his body so badly. It was a win-win situation. For him anyway.