False Heroes

First is the Worst

After a long weekend full of painful social interactions and getting to know classmates, it was finally time for Hitoshi's first day in the hero course, and he was beyond nervous.

Double and triple checking that he had everything he needed, he carefully left his dorm room, trying his best to take deep breaths and calm his nerves. It was fine. He'd be fine. This was only his lifelong dream, no big deal. He groaned when it wasn't at all working.

"Shinsou!" And that definitely wasn't going to help, either. Lips pursed, he turned around to face his neighbor who was happily bounding towards him. "Ready for your first day?" he asked cheerfully. Hitoshi still couldn't understand how he had so much damn energy all the time.

"Yeah," he mumbled, backing away towards the elevator and cursing when Izuku joined him.

"I bet you're so excited! I was excited on my first day. Aizawa is a great teacher, too. But I bet you already know a lot about that," he rambled, chuckling nervously when Shinsou only stared at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Your training with him. What else would I mean?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. The insomniac brushed him off with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Right. It's too early for this," he sighed as he pressed the button for the commons room.

When he and Midoriya emerged, they were greeted by most of the other students getting ready for their school day. Some were eating breakfast, some packing school bags, others just chatting with friends. Silently, Shinsou slipped past them, managing to get Izuku off of his tail in the process, and went to make coffee.

For the first time since he'd gotten there that Friday, Shinsou wasn't ambushed by an extreme extrovert trying and failing to be his friend. It felt like a wave of relief when he was left in peace to make and drink his coffee.

The relieving silence didn't last forever, though. After making it out of the dorms and into the school building, finding the class 1-A dorms with minor difficulty, he was stopped again.

"Excited?" Aoyama chirped, sneaking up behind him. Shinsou jumped, clutching his chest as he glared at his classmate.

"No," he deadpanned, looking back up at the huge classroom door looming above him. No, he wasn't excited. Not completely. If anything, those nerves he was so desperately trying to push aside had only managed to worsen, clawing their way up his throat. He shouldn't even have this much anxiety right now. It was just Aizawa and the other students he'd met that weekend waiting behind the door. Nothing particularly nervewracking about this.

He tried to calm himself again, nearly forgetting Aoyama was still there when he yet again managed to startle the new student out of his skin.

"No need to fret, mon ami!" he singsonged, sensing Shinsou's nervousness. How, Hitoshi didn't know. Maybe his face had betrayed him. "You're one of us now."

Shinsou scoffed. It didn't feel like it.

"Come, come," the blond continued to urge. "Viens maintenant!" When he reached for his wrist to pull him along, Shinsou flinched back. Not today, not again. He didn't like being dragged around by the extroverts of his class.

"Yeah, fine," he huffed, hesitantly following behind Yuuga as he opened the door for him. It was just a door, he told himself. No need to be so damn nervous.

Pushing past his anxiety, Hitoshi forced himself to step into the classroom. A few sets of eyes fell on him, all smiling faces, but a majority of the students paid him no mind as they conversed with each other. Good. He definitely didn't need the extra attention.