Boku no Hero Academia Shorts

Not What Was Planned

Prompt: He was faking at first. He made a bet he could get her, or pretend he liked her so he could manipulate her and reveal all her secrets. Well, oops, now he loves her?

Prompt From: Wattpad Amino

Pairing(s): Tododeku

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He was different. There was just something about the way he walked and the way he acted in class. The way that he approached everything with such an honest enthusiasm. That demeanor of his that seemed to be just like that of the number one hero. Even his quirk was similar; almost too similar, in fact. He certainly was a strange one, that Midoriya Izuku.

Shoto was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of the bell tolling to begin yet another class period. The entire class' buzzing conversation came to a halt as their serious but surprisingly caring homeroom teacher walked in through the door. Aizawa was still covered in bandages and he looked even more sleep deprived than usual. Though he didn't show it in his expression, Shoto was a little concerned for his teacher. It had been a shock to the whole class when the pro hero had returned to teaching so soon after the incidents that occurred at USJ.

Despite concerns though, Aizawa wasted no time in beginning class, since everyone had to be prepared for the Sports Festival that was coming up in a few weeks. While Shoto made sure he was listening at least halfway, his mind started to wander again at the thought of USJ. Midoriya had been acting strange then as well. Even as the rest of the class stepped back in order to let All Might handle everything, he had jumped straight into the fray, as if Midoriya had been trying to protect the number one hero for some reason.

The sound of rustling chairs heralded the end of homeroom announcements and shook Shoto from his thoughts. He looked up to see everyone grabbing their costumes from the storage in the wall and heading out the door. Another training exercise, he supposed with a bit of a sigh. He quickly followed suit with his classmates and entered the locker room.

Once he entered the locker room, his eyes immediately got drawn to that messy mop of green curls. Always the model student, Midoriya was already heading into one of the bathroom stalls to change into his costume. The action brought to mind a conversation that had occurred near the beginning of the term.

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~Flashback~

It was the fifth day of classes and everyone was in their respective locker rooms getting ready for yet another hero basic training class. Shoto stood in front of his locker, slipping his school shoes off of his feet. He lifted his shirt over his head and was about to go about putting his costume on when he heard an appreciative whistle from behind him.

Shoto turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Kaminari, the one who had whistled. "What?" He asked, his tone confused.

"What do you mean, what? You're so fit and in shape dude! Like look at those abs," Kaminari replied, his classmate's wide eyes observing him.

Kaminari's outburst caught the attention of most of the others in the locker room who glanced over and murmured in agreement to the electric user's statement. A scoff was heard from the opposite side of the locker room and Shoto's eyes looked towards the noise to see Bakugo slam his locker shut, having already gotten changed.

"Hah! What's so impressive about that? It just means half and half bastard works out." Bakugo muttered in an annoyed tone, his lips turned down in a deep scowl. He aimed a nasty glare at Shoto as if to challenge the latter to refute his statement. When Shoto just met his stare calmly, Bakugo scoffed and made a sharp pivot on his foot and stomped out of the locker room.