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Izuku really didn’t have the time to argue with his entire class.
Not with the villains constantly on his tail. All For One really wasn’t holding back, sending forth everyone and anyone, no matter if they actually had any chances of capturing him.
He suspected All For One was enjoying forcing Izuku to fight them, to injure them, even more than he would have enjoyed it if they managed to capture him.
And now the entire 1A was here, out in the open. A perfect target to hurt Izuku right in the feelings.
He’s already tried to push All Might away, and now he’ll have to worry about twenty more people? So inconsiderate.
Oh, wait, someone was talking to him.
“-And you just left! In the middle of the night!” Ochako was saying, her expression stony. “Without a warning, without any explanation-!”
“That’s not true!” Izuku protested, yelling across the plaza. He wasn’t getting any closer to them, thank you very much. He knew exactly which quirks could capture him at what distance. He was perfectly comfortable where he was standing. “I left letters!”
His classmates exchanged a number of looks.
Did he… Did he forget to leave the letters?
“I taped them to your dorm doors,” Izuku continued. “You… you didn’t find them?”
“Those were letters?” Jirou yelled.
“Yes!” Izuku yelled back, exasperated. Okay, so maybe his handwriting wasn’t the best, but you try writing twenty letters in the dead of the night before his window of opportunity to leave closed, see how neat those would have been-
“It’s not about how neat they were,” Jirou said and, oh, she could hear his mumbling, couldn’t she? “It’s about their content. Or… Rather, the lack of it.”
“The lack of it?” Izuku scrunched his eyebrows. “I definitely wrote you all an explanation-”
“My letter contained a katsudon recipe,” Sato volunteered. “I thought it was a request. I got halfway through it before we realized you were gone.”
...What.
“Mine had a sketch of a possible costume remodelling,” Yaomomo offered. Izuku thought that the new costume looked familiar…
“I got a comprehensive rating of every cheese I have ever fed you!” Aoyama called next. “Sacre bleu, but was it detailed! And written in glitter pen! I loved it!”
“Mine just had tips for better use of my quirk,” Kaminari said, multiple people nodding along to show theirs did, too.
Izuku sighed.
“Did… Did any of your letters actually said what I thought I was writing?”
“Not mine,” Todoroki said, impassive as ever. “Unless you had intended on sending everyone a note gushing about- well, everything about me.”
Izuku could feel himself blushing. “I- No, I hadn’t been- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just-”
“I like you too,” Todoroki steamrolled over Izuku’s babbling.
“Ah,” he really wasn’t sure how to proceed from there. “Good. Thank you.”
“What did you think you were writing to us, you shitty Deku?” Kacchan yelled, not caring about the awkwardness hanging in the air. “My note just had gotta make Kacchan proud ten times in a row, what was that all about?”
“Ah,” Izuku rubbed sheepishly at his neck. “I guess I’ll need to tell you all in person, then…”
“If it’s about what I think it is,” Kacchan said, and Kacchan being calm about something felt even scarier than Kacchan being constantly mad. “Then you can’t do it out in the open.”
“Come home with us, Izuku,” Ochako jumped on his idea immediately. “Even if just to explain it. Please.”
Confronted with everyone begging him to come back… How could Izuku say no?
No until after he explained everything, at least. All For One could wait an hour or so.