The Emerald Prince

Chapter 10: Raining on Parades

The ball shot upward and into the distance. Aizawa looked at the meter, more to hide his smirk than anything else.
"Infinity."  He stated to the awed class, showing them the metre.

"WHAT!!!"
"That was so cool!"
"How did you activate her quirk!"
"Isn't that cheating?"
"What quirk is that?"
"This is going to be so much fun!" Exclaimed a girl with pink hair and skin.

"Fun?" Said Aizawa sharply and Izuku winced internally. "Fun huh? If you think it is so fun, how about I expel the person who comes last?"
That shut them up.

Izuku left the ring and turned adorably bashful on them, glancing away from their admiring gazes, shaking his head at their muttered praise, and sincerely apologising to Uraraka.

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A FUCKING QUIRK DEKU!"

Inspite of himself, Izuku flinched. They all saw it, and it seemed to break something in Bakugou. But he was so angry. Too angry to care right then.
"I- Bakugou, I told you the doctor said I was a late bloomer."
Suddenly the entirety of the last year didn't happen, he was weak, quirkless, friendless and completely unloved. He spoke softly, looking anywhere but the blond, his shoulders shook, and unintentionally he roused the protective instincts of a lot of people. He just wanted to curl up into nothing. But he glanced at Aizawa and it forced him to remain in the present and kept the panic at bay.

"So when you developed a damn quirk, you kept it a secret just so you could look down on me?" Hiss Bakugou, still seeing red.
The greenette's eyes turned to focus on Bakugou, his voice quiet and level, though trembling slightly. His eyes filled with hurt.
"If I'd had a quirk back then, Bakugou, with all that was happening do you honestly think I would have kept quiet?"
Izuku tilted his head down so his eyes were in shadow and they couldn't see the tears threatening to escape his control. He'd thought he was over this, well Bakugou at least. No, that was a lie. No matter what happened, he'd probably never be over this.
Eleven years.
He'd be affected for decades to come.
But he'd thought he'd have more control at least.

"A-aizawa sensei, I feel ill, may I be excused to go to the nurses office? I will return as soon as possible to complete the test?" His voice returned to a monotonous whisper.
"Go." Said Aizawa, though the command came out far gentler than anyone had expected.
Izuku fought not to run, walking slowly past Bakugou and to the exit.

"Sensei-" began the blond, the fog clearing and worry in his tone.
"No Bakugou. You've done plenty today. Save the rest of that confrontation for another occasion, we've wasted enough time." Interrupted the teacher coldly.
The blond turned to leave anyway but Aoyama and Uraraka blocked him.
"Yes, sensei." Said the blond through gritted teeth. He really wanted to apologise, but somehow he'd made it worse instead, he'd just been so surprised.
He couldn't unsee that look though, the pain in Izuku's eyes, brief as it was.

———

Izuku returned twenty minutes later, and bowed politely to the group at large for losing control like that. He also apologised to Bakugou and insisted what he said was the truth and that he was happy to talk to the blond in private if he had any questions.
But even though the rest who cared enough to pay attention swallowed his words, every word, action and expression screamed 'fake' to Bakugou.

By this time, the rest of the class had finished and what little pride they had accumulated in their scores was dashed by Izuku getting high places in every event excepting grip strength and side stepping, through manipulation of one person's quirk or another.

He got on especially well with dark shadow, the duo flirting shamelessly much to the shock of Tokoyami along with the rest of the class. Izuku's rapid shifts between sexy, cute and fragile were giving most of them whiplash.