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Class 2-A buzzed excitedly, old friends clumping together and talking about their summer breaks and catching up with others that they hadn’t been able to see over the break. Nearly everyone was in class, save for a certain green-headed boy and his childhood friend.
The latter slammed open the door and strood in, snarling good-naturedly at the people who called out to him. They complemented his outfit, the students not having to wear their uniforms the first two weeks back from break, and in the uproar the loud group caused they almost missed the last member of class 2-A as he strode in.
Almost.
He had grown, standing well over 6’3”, pushing the tallest student, Shoji’s, height. His shoulders were broader and waist tapered, powerful legs clad in a pair of black pants that were baggy at the crotch and fitted at the ankles, his feet clad in his signature red shoes. He had a white shirt tucked underneath his belt, and a jean jacket over that. His familiar yellow backpack was on his back.
A gold chain glinted softly on his chest, complimenting the rings on his crooked fingers and the one in his nostril. A pair of round rimmed glasses sat softly on his nose as he looked at his phone on his way to his desk, wireless earbuds nearly hiding the chain swinging from one ear, which were exposed by the undercut he was sporting, short on the sides and his curls bouncing on the top. He was seemingly unaware of the attention his new look had drawn from those who were not aware of it as he walked easily and confidently to his desk, shrugging off his bag and sitting down, still engrossed in his screen. Bakugou snapped his fingers a few times, to no response. He sighed before reaching out and plucking a wireless earbud from Izuku’s ear, causing him to look up.
“Oh, hi Kacchan!” He chirped, voice deeper and seemingly bigger as it took residence in each corner and crevice of the room, even as Izuku accepted the proffered earbud and placed the both of them in their case. The two of them bantered back and forth, their relationship much stronger than it had been after numerous battles, late nights, and the weight of the secret of Izuku’s Quirk being borne together. Each could easily call the other a brother in everything but blood.
The majority of the class watched in silence, eyes locked on the confident young man in the seat behind Bakugou, unable to reconcile him with the mumbling, mousy, timid green head they knew before.
The Bakusquad slotted easily around them, their conversations familiar, little actions such as Mina playing with Izuku’s hair or Kaminari toying with Kirishima’s fingers showing their comfort with each other.
However, as suddenly as they had gathered they dispersed, the entire class growing quiet as a finely honed sixth sense alerted them to their homeroom teacher’s approach. Seconds later the man in question walked through the door, eyes surveying the class and seeing every seat filled. He sighed appreciatively.
“Ah, the joys of a fully-trained group of problems,” he drawled good-naturedly, Aizawa Shouta’s words bringing smiles to the faces of his students (that he swore up and down were the bane of his existence). “Welcome back kids, I’m overjoyed to see you all survived summer break. Hopefully you all have enough brain cells left to remember the rules, but just in case I’ll recap them. Two weeks from today you’ll have to wear your uniforms, I would advise that you order an extra one. If finances are a problem, come see me after class. As second years you have more privileges than you had as first years. Don’t abuse them ,” he levelled a Quirk-fueled glare at a snickering Kaminari and Sero.
“You all no longer have to gain permission to go off campus, as long as you sign out at the gates with your student ID, and your curfew has been extended to midnight on weekdays. Your ID’s will give you after-hours access to all the gyms and training facilities UA has to offer, in addition to the garage attached to dorm 2-A, but if you abuse this your access will be restricted. All second years also have the ability to maintain a part-time job, time permitting.” This caused a few members of class to murmur excitedly at the prospect of spare cash.
“Principal Nedzu has also decided on an additional privilege that you all have. Because the dorms are still in effect, you will be able to have outside friends visit you on campus, on the weekends . There must be waivers and background checks completed a minimum of a week before they are wanting to come, and they can stay for a maximum of one night. There will be a sign-up schedule posted in 2-A’s dorm. Of course, all of these are contingent upon the fact that you maintain good academic standing. Any questions?” There were none, and AIzawa nodded.
“Right then. Don’t forget about the paperwork your parents have to fill out. The rest of the class is free, there’s an orientation afterwards, wake me up if anyone dies before then.” And with that he rolled up in his yellow sleeping bag, promptly passing out. There was silence for a minute, and then:
“Shouldn’t we wake him up before anyone dies?” And that set off a round of discussions over who was the most likely to be doing the dying and who was mostly likely to be doing the killing (Kaminari and Bakugou respectively).
Izuku ignored the rest of the class, typing furiously on his phone as it buzzed insistently from incoming messages, leaning his chair back on two legs as he propped his feet up on his desk. Iida was on him in a minute.
“Deku! I must insist that you remove your feet from the school’s furniture! As future heroes we should treat anything and everything around us with the utmost respect!”
“Don’t worry,” he replied absentmindedly, not looking up from his phone. “The table likes being my bitch.” There was a shocked silence as the words left Izuku’s mouth, the lack of noise causing him to finally look up, even as his phone continued to buzz. Mina was the first to move, bending over laughing, tears falling from her eyes as Kaminari and Kirishima followed suit, Bakugou giving Izuku a fist bump and a savage smirk, and Sero leaning towards him, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Table’s not the only one who likes being your bitch,” he stated, causing Izuku to hum, leaning towards him as an unfamiliar smirk slashed across his face.
“ Desearías ser mi perra, ¿verdad? ” He questioned, voice growing deep and husky, before leaning back and laughing with Sero as he picked up his discarded bag and settled one strap on his shoulder. He looked around. “I’m bouncing, anyone up for coffee?” While the invitation sounded open-ended, it was clearly only meant for the few people he was surrounded by, with not even a glance thrown towards his old friends. There were various sounds of dissent causing him to shrug and start towards the door of the classroom. Iida once again spoke to him, standing between him and the door.
“I really must insist that you don’t leave the classroom before the allotted time for class is up!” Izuku drew himself up, towering over Iida and tilting his chin up, a steely glint in his eyes as he peered at the shorter boy.
“And who’s going to stop me?” He questioned. “You?” The air seemseemeding to crack from the pressure he was exuding, though the tell-tell green lightning of his Quirk was nowhere to be found. Iida braved the pressure for a second before his self-preservation instincts kicked in, causing him to step to the side. “I thought not,” Izuku murmured, sounding vaguely amused. He walked out the door, tossing a wave over his shoulder with a lazy “Later.”
There was silence once again.
“Who was that?” Uraraka breathed, still staring at the empty doorway. Bakugou let out a deranged sounding cackle, his hands popping with his glee.
“When was the last time any of you honest-to-God talked to him?” Mina asked, causing a few of Izuku’s former friends to scroll through their messages, there being none from before the summer break, and even those were noticeably one-sided. Bakugou let out another gleeful cackle.
“What, did you extras expect him to deal with your bullshit forever? Naw, he’s got real friends now and that is what a confident Izuku looks like.” He sniggered, entirely too pleased with the events of the day.
“But someone just doesn't change that drastically in 2 months!” Uraraka protested, making Kirishima shake his head exasperatedly.
“He hasn’t changed,” the shark-toothed boy explained. “You just never saw him outside of what you thought he should be.
That
is Midoriya Izuku, living his best life.”