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Loud laughter rung out in the schoolyard before the other kids ran off, watery green eyes watched them go and a small muddy hand lifted and rubbed at her cheeks before she began to gather up her school supplies.
She bit her lip when she gazed at the lunch her dad had made her but now was strewn a crossed the ground and hunched her shoulders as she picked up the bento box.
She just wished that they would Stop, she hadn't asked to be born the way she was.
Her dad said she wasn't broken, but everyone else kept saying she Was and while she believed her dad some days she Wondered.
She had no friends, no one wanted to be friends with the Quirkless girl, and while most of the kids ignored her or only teased her, there were a group of boys who had taken it a step further.
Namely tearing her notes to shreds, stomping her homework and upending her lunch, preferably on her head but sometimes they settled for the ground.
Lifting her muddied book bag she got up and made her way back into the school, barely hearing it when one of her teachers began reprimanding her for making a mess of herself Again.
She had tried to tell them about the other kids pushing her but they didn't seem to want to believe her, or if they did they didn't do anything about it.
She wanted to tell her dad but couldn't bring herself to, he was always so Tired and overworked, what with being a teacher himself and going out to fight bad guys at night, she didn't want to make him worried over something like this, she'd dealt with it just fine so far.
After class got out she made the short walk back to their apartment as quickly as she could, while her dad didn't get off from work until 4 o' clock she needed all the time she could get to clean herself up and get her uniform into the washer.
Her dad was very observant, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why she had Soba noodles in her hair and mud covering every inch of her.
Running up the stairs she gulped in large mouthfuls of air before hurrying to their door and pulling out her key from underneath her shirt.
Entering and closing the door behind her she let out a relieved breath before she felt it hitch as she stared at the shoes lining the entrance and felt her stomach sink, green eyes going wide.
“Izumi is that you?.” a small squeak escaped her and she contemplated just bolting to the bathroom as fast as possible when she heard her dads voice but it was already to late.
She could only stare as her dad came around the corner and his dark eyes took her in.
“uhh.... I'm home?” she gulped softly as those eyes narrowed.
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Shouta wondered how he had missed this but put it to the fact that the girl was just to intelligent, if she could dodge a small army of caregivers and make it outside then it really shouldn't come as a surprise.
But it didn't upset him any less.
Letting out a sigh he approached the girl and leaned down, scooping her up and staring at the noodles intermingled in her hair.
He was going to have Words with her teachers.
“you can explain later after we get you cleaned up.” passing the living room he spared a glance to his guests before heading to Izumi's room and grabbing her a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom.
Earlier this morning he would never guess he would be picking soba noodles from his kids hair and he pondered how long this had been going on.
Glancing at her downcast eyes he felt his shoulders slump. “I'm not upset with you Izumi.” really, this kid was so much trouble.
“I didn't want to worry you.” her words were almost a whisper and he cast his eyes heavenward before they flicked back down to her.
“it's kind of my job kiddo, now go clean yourself up.” she nodded and he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him he allowed himself a second to close his eyes.
Damn but this ticked him off, he couldn't say he hadn't expected it, but he had hoped to be wrong.
“Shouta?” the voice caught his attention and he looked over at eyes that were a soft purple. “ah, sorry about that Shouko.” he gestured and they both made their way towards the living room. “was that her?” he nodded but couldn't help his mouth twisting and she hummed. “looks like we're in the same boat then with this, poor Hitoshi is having to deal with the kids at his school, too.” the man grunted as they entered his living area and sat down. “I had hoped this wouldn't happen, but I guess I was being to hopeful.” a hand touched his arm before a warm weight pressed against his side. “its good to be hopeful, I was too but.” she shrugged and he nodded.
What a pair they made.
He felt his sister shift suddenly before she sat upright, her eyes were slightly wide and yet thoughtful as she stared straight ahead.
Instinctively Shouta straightened, that look never spoke of anything good. “Shouta, I have an ideal.”
“Shouko, No.”
purple eyes stared at him and a truly unnerving grin spread a crossed her face.
“Shouko, Yes.”
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“Alright class! We have a new transfer student, this is Shinsou Hitoshi and I expect everyone here to give him a warm welcome!.”
wide green eyes took in tired looking purple ones beneath deep indigo hair that stuck straight up.
It was almost as messy as hers!.
“why don't you tell us a few things about yourself?.” the homeroom teacher said brightly and the boy looked up at her before looking around at the room. “I like cats and sleeping, and I'm going to be a hero someday.”
sitting up straighter Izumi wiggled a bit.
She liked cats too! And she was going to be a hero too! Maybe they could be friends?.
She hoped they could be friends!.
“alright, there's an open seat near Mitsu, Mitsu could you please raise your hand?.” a girl with floppy rabbit ears did so and Izumi watched the boy make his way over and sit down.
Turning her eyes reluctantly to the teacher she began listening to the lesson, she needed to memorize everything if she was going to be able to do the course work due to her notes usually turning up 'Missing'
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when the lunch bell sounded Izumi Really wanted to stay and maybe talk with the new boy but self preservation made her grab her lunch and bolt.
While her dad had spoken with the school it hadn't really done anything, sure the bullies stopped, but only for a little while.
They were careful not to get her dirty, but they still stole her lunch and took her book bag to hide it.
Running down the stairs she used her shoulder to push the school doors open and ran for the tree's in the schoolyard, if she could get to them and climb one she could hide until lunch was over.
Unfortunately for her it was at that moment that something snagged her ankle and with a yelp she face planted into the dirt to the sound of loud laughter.
Her stomach sank.
“haha! I can see her underwear!.” face going red she jerked up and yanked her skirt down, teeth gnawing at her lip to keep her mortified tears from falling. “whats wrong Izu? Did you trip and get a boo boo?.” the taunting voice came from a boy with black hair that waved oddly, stretching in odd patterns and she ducked her head.
He was the usual one who caught her if she was running, just great.
“nah, she just can't do anything right, including running, ain't that right Izu?” she flinched slightly when dirt was kicked at her but kept her head down.
If she didn't react and didn't look at them, they usually got bored and left after a while.
Around her other kids walked passed, some snickering at her while others paused to watch.
“Oi Quirkless, I'm talking to you!.” her fingers clinched tighter into her skirt and she blinked back tears as a shoe nudged her side hard enough to probably bruise.
“Hey! Cut it out!.” there was a grunt before something hit the ground and she looked up in surprise, green eyes going wide at the sight of the new boy standing beside her and one of her tormentors on the ground.
She squeaked as a hand grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.
“are you okay?.” she could only nod dumbly as he dusted her off before dragging her away from the three boys who gawked at them both.
To be fair she wasn't much better.
This close she could see he actually had small bags underneath his eyes kind of like her dad, and he frowned a bit like him too.
“so why were they pushing you around, didn't like your quirk or something?.” he asked and she felt her stomach sink.
“I don't have one.” even to herself her voice sounded pitiful and she wondered if he would turn away as well.
Surprised purple eyes glanced at her and his head tilted. “seriously? And they don't like you because of that?.” she shrugged helplessly and glanced at her arm still clasped by his and he released it, face slightly flushed as he rubbed at his neck. “well that's stupid, its not like you can change how you're born.”
green eyes were wide as she stared at him.
“Anyway I'm Shinsou Hitoshi, do you wanna be friends?.”
she let out a little squeak and couldn't contain her bright smile.
“I'm Aizawa Izumi, and I'd like that!.”
his smile was almost as bright as hers and she just knew that for once, things would be different.
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“Hey I just realized, Aizawa is my uncles last name.”
“really? That's pretty cool! You think they know each other?.”
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a few feet away hidden in a tree, Shouta's palm smacked into his face while beside him, his sister giggled.
“Well, at least they're getting along?.”
a low groan was her only answer but she was fine with it, honestly though, her twin was being over dramatic yet again.
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“Wait... your dad is my uncle?!” the boy beside her honestly looked a little betrayed while beside him, the green haired girl looked overjoyed.
She was just happy she apparently had a bigger family then she first thought.
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