He Deserves to Know

Chapter One

The training camp with Class 1-B was certainly an eye opener for both the members of 1-A as well as their teacher. Ever since their near loss, Aizawa had pushing them hard—harder than ever—in training. Izuku was exhausted beyond belief, but each time he'd pick himself back up again and work harder, longer until he was better. Until he saw results.

What he couldn't figure out, however, was this new power of his.

He'd already discussed the matter with both All Might and Kacchan, but Izuku still didn't understand how to truly wield black whip without hurting himself in the process.

Another matter he had to face were the questions. Most of his classmates seemed thoroughly surprised, which wasn't entirely unexpected. It'd be more unorthodox if they had acted as though they saw it coming. But a lot of them continuously bombarded him with questions, which—mixed with his anxiety—did not entirely bode well for him.

Shoto seemed hurt, almost, that Izuku hadn't shared the knowledge of this secondary power with him, when he thought they were closer than that. And it hurt Izuku so bad to see Shoto upset, but he didn't know how to convey to the heterochromatic boy that this was the first he'd heard of it, too, without it just sounding like he was making excuses.

Izuku wasn't sure anything could get worse than the betrayed expression portrayed on Shoto's beautiful features, but it did. Because next came the suspicion. And from none other than his own teacher—Aizawa-sensei.

While the man never voiced it aloud, Izuku could tell by the sneaky, suspicious glances Aizawa sent him on occasion, the thought of Izuku possibly being the traitor had certainly crossed his mind after this new development. Hell, no doubt he'd proposed the idea to the staff by now, and while Izuku knew for certain that All Might would undoubtedly vouch for him, the greenette didn't like sitting with the knowledge that Aizawa may not trust him anymore.

Izuku wasn't sure of any ways to quench Aizawa's growing suspicions—other than telling him the outright truth, that is. It was a thought that had crossed Izuku's mind on multiple occasions—Aizawa was in charge of his education after all. Didn't he deserve to know?

Which brought him to where he was now, slowly collecting his belongings after a long training session with Aizawa-sensei, hoping for a moment alone with his intimidating teacher. He'd chickened out of telling him on three separate days already, and by now he'd finally steeled himself into actually telling him, despite how angry he knows Aizawa will be.

No matter, he hardened his features, approaching Aizawa-sensei loudly and deliberately so the man would absolutely know he's coming. "Something you need, Midoriya?"

Izuku had to physically stop himself from shaking. The nerves were definitely getting to him—he only hoped Aizawa-sensei didn't notice. "Y-y-yeah, th-there's something I-I need t-t-to tell you ab-bout my q-qu-irk."

He stuttered massively, but otherwise got the message across. Not bad, Izuku, he mentally praised himself.

"I'm guessing you're referring to your newer one?" He questioned monotonously, quirking an eyebrow.

Izuku gulped. "M-mhm," he managed, taking a deep breath to cool his nerves.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop his hands from shaking, and he knows Aizawa-sensei has noticed by now, but he doesn't comment. Instead, he patiently waits for Izuku to get out what he has to say, which isn't quite as easy as it sounds.

"BeforeIcametoUAAllMightgavemehisquirkcalledOneforAllandnowseparatequirksfromformerusersarestartingtomanifestaswellwhichiswhereblackwhipcamefromandI'msorryIdidn'ttellyousoonerbutitwasalsoAllMight'squirkandIdidn'twanttoupsethim—"