Reincarnated-Kind Of

11-Scene

Summary: Izuku's friends and teachers walk in on a rather gruesome scene, Izuku being the center of attention. He's covered in blood. Is he okay?

Date: June 28, 2015, 7:24 P.M.

I stood there, the embers of One For All Still crackling along my skin, my shoulders heaving with my panting as I stood above the 4 unmoving bodies, when I heard the door bust down. I turned my head, my gaze snapping to the people who appeared in the doorway. Aizawa, All might, Uraraka, Todoroki, Iida, Bakugo entered, all with looks of determination on their faces before their eyes fell upon the scene before them.

I looked up at All Might when I heard him gasp and have a weak smile as an explanation. I tried to sit down at the bar, but I got bombarded with questions before I took even two steps.

I kept walking, my ears ringing from the fight. I sat down, turned to everyone, and took in their expressions for the first time since the entered the room.

All might was shocked; Uraraka and Iida looked somewhat shocked, but more concerned than anything; Todoroki and Bakugo were both stunned into silence; and Aizawa had something that resembled fear on his face mingled with relief.

I calmed down, the ringing in my ears subsiding and my breaths returning to normal, and I was able to hear my classmates' questions clearly.

"Deku?", "What happened?", and "Are you okay?" Were the questions I picked up in most, so I decided to answer those first.

"Yeah," I panted out, "Yeah, I'm good."

I looked up to Aizawa, only to see that's his expression morphed to one of apathy.

I opened my mouth to explain, to defend myself, to say anything of value to him, but he put his finger up, silencing me.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain," He told me, "Are you hurt?"

Deku- shocked, gives his self a once over. Nods. I was shocked that he didn't want me to explain myself, but didn't press further. I gave myself a once over, flexing my muscles before looking back up at him.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Good," He replied.

"What happened?!" Uraraka asked, breaking into the calm Aizawa indirectly help me settle into.

I say their, silent, not wanting to answer that question.

Todoroki toed one of the bodies on the ground with his boot. "Are.... Are they dead?" He asked, shocked.

"Shigaraki, Smoke Guy, and Crazy Girl are; Scar Face is just knocked out."

"Are you...." Iida pauses, seeming to deliberate over the best way to word his question, giving up ultimately, ".... Okay?"

"Yeah," I responded, answering the question once again. I took a deep breath, trying to convince myself my answer was true.

I looked up to Bakugo, expecting him to either be angry, or apathetic about the situation he was out in. Instead, I saw a face full of shock. He was speechless for once.

"C'mon," Aizawa cut in, breaking me from my focus on my classmate, "We need to get you back. Your other classmates were worried sick."

I tuned my attention back to him, offering him a soft smile and a nod as an answer before standing up and walking over to the rest of my class.

Uraraka immediately brought me into a hug so tight I'd have thought my ribs would crack. She let me go and I saw tears trailing down her face. I pulled her in again, letting her sob into the shoulder on my shirt.