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Aizawa felt the familiar itch of irritation bury itself in his hair, shifting his weight onto his good leg, he counted his student's heads once more. He’d thought after everything that his students had been through with him, that they would at least listen to him for once. Scratching his head he looked over the students who had bothered to show up for their MANDATORY check in every 2 hours. everybody was accounted for except, of course, his most problematic students Bakugo Katsuki and Izuku Midoriya. How surprising it was them who had refused to show. He’d thought he'd been very clear with his students the moment the bus parked. Under no circumstances were they allowed to miss any check in times. Nezu had made sure to hammer that fact into his head with nauseatingly long meetings with all the staff. Due to safety precautions created from the fallout of the war, it was impertinent that all students should show up on time . If not, Nezu said that all classes would need to leave prematurely.
After the war there was much to do. For Ua that was especially true. What with rebuilding the entire school, hiring new staff, sending out apologies to all the parents of students who had fought in BOTH wars. Recovery for the students, Teachers, and all of Japan, it was no surprise Ua was looking for a way to alleviate all that stress. It wasn't until a couple months after the defeat of AFO and the league, when Principal Nezu finally came up with an idea to boost morale, or perhaps, reward the students of Ua for everything they had gone through during their first year, which was no doubt the most hectic school semester they would ever have to face.
It was a new program, for the foreseeable future the freshman of Ua would be permitted to attend a single trip to the local amusement park “Hero World” located an hour away from Musutafu. Not only was it a way for Freshman at Ua to bond with their new classmates, but it was also to get students excited to begin their studies at the prestigious hero school. However, for class 2-A they were able to go the moment the park opened months later. Which is where Aizawa found himself now, ticking off names on his attendance sheet, before noticing that Bakugo and Midoriya had not shown up to the rendezvous point along with everybody else .
"Has anyone seen Bakugo or Midoriya in the last 2 hours?" Aizawa called, an outwardly calmed sense of urgency in his voice. His students shared confused glances within the group.
Recently, Aizawa had been much more lenient toward his students, Bakugo and Midoriya especially. Lord knows that the boys needed some off time. But there was no way he was about to let them go after being almost 20 minutes late, if they waited any longer than he would have to call the trip early. Even though there was nothing more he wanted to do than to go to sleep right now, looking at his kids’, once bright-eyed faces now looking withdrawn and haunted by the horrors of war, he realized that they needed this. Taking a long calming breath, Aizawa shut his burning eye and trailed his hands over his face, finding a seat on a sun-warmed and newly built wooden bench on a park walkway.
"No one has seen.. either of them?" Aizawa visibly frowned, his strong grip around the attendance forms crinkling the already folded and refolded papers. In the crowd, he could see Ashido's face light up to his relief.
“Oh wait! I think we saw them by the All might coaster” she grinned, dropping her fist in her other hand, beside her, Hagakure clapped her hand on the Pink girls shoulder
“Yeah,Bakugo seemed super eager to go on that one, he was practically dragging poor Midoriya!” she cried.
“Midoriya said something about Rotating Ryukyu” Todoroki piped up from where he sat closely beside Iida.
“Yeah but then Bakugo yelled and demanded that they explored All might city first”
“Hah! I knew Bakugo was a huge All Might nerd”
“Dude, he’s almost as crazy about All Might as Deku”
“Don't be ridiculous. Midoriya had All Mights literal power, and we all saw his room,as far as i'm concerned he's got dibs on number one fan for life”
“We should not speak about our classmates while they’re absent-”
Tuning out his students, Aizawa’s worn joints popped in protest when he stood from the warm bench to get a better look at the large park sign beside him. He trailed his finger over, past the rendezvous spot where the class had met, to where “All Might City” was located all the way across the park. The pro hero gritted his teeth and peered at the time before glancing back at his students who were loudly talking amongst themselves.
“That's enough.” Aizawa barked with barely masked annoyance. “Ashido, did you happen to catch the time when you last spotted them” He rubbed his temples, feeling the familiar swell of a headache blooming.
“oh uh, hm, not exactly but it was probably like” she pauses bringing a painted nail to her chin “an hour ago maybe, the line looked pretty long though so they might still be there”
“Kaminari, Kirishima” said boys perked up “I need you two to go retrieve Midoriya and Bakugo” Aizawa grunted, stuffing his hand in his pockets in search of the map given to him earlier by park staff. “Make it quick we only have thirty minutes before we’ll have to send a search party for them” Aizawa offered the boys the small park map which was crinkled from being haphazardly stuffed in his pocket.
“cmon why do we gotta do it” Kaminari whined, trailing his eyes over the route from the rendezvous spot to All Might City and dramatically gasping at the distance between the two.
“We can't waste anymore time! I still need to go on all the rides!” Kirishima yelled, grabbing Kaminari’s arm and dragging the yellow haired boy's flailing form towards the exit.
“If you can't find them after 30 minutes, come back immediately!” Aizawa yelled after their fast retreating forms, but by the time he finished his sentence they were already far from view. Perhaps it wasn't too late to consider retirement after this.
“Eugh, this is hopeless, let's just head back and tell Mr.Aizawa we couldn't find them” Denki dragged his feet behind him sluggishly trailing after Kirishima, His shoulders slouched in defeat
“It's only been 10 minutes man, cmon everybodys counting on us” Kirishima grunted, carefully avoiding the busy crowds around them. After running the entire way there They’d just arrived in All Might city and were briskly checking every ride where they thought they would find their missing classmates. All Might coaster, no luck, Kamino Ward in 4D, nothing. Though, Kirishima wasn't even sure why they bothered to check that one anyway. At some point Denki had disappeared from behind him and returned not much later with an armful of cotton candy and popcorn. As the time started to wind down on their metaphorical timer, Kirishima began to stop several park-goers asking if they had seen his friends. With both being moderately famous after the war, he figured it would be no surprise if they had been spotted. but every time he was brushed off, or ignored.
“He's about this tall.” Kirishima brought his hand slightly above his head. “Green hair that's shaved on the side, scar on the left cheek, saved the world a few months ago..” The old woman he had cornered shook her head frantically before hurriedly excusing herself to catch up to her family.
***
10 Minutes later, Kirishima was resting on a bench beside the exit gate of All Might city where busy civilians were hurriedly passing in and out. The red haired student could hear the distant screaming of park goers on Rotating Ryukyus and Edgeshot spinner. Next to him Denki slouched, seemingly oblivious to the frantic mother beside him trying to hush her screaming baby. his buttery fingers absentmindedly digging into his never-ending bag of popcorn and shoving another handful in his mouth . Kirishima sighed ,squinting at crinkled ride names listed the rumpled map Mr.Aizawa gave him, and scratching off The Nighteye experience, Mighty Flume, and One for All Whirl, the last of the rides in All Might city. Without warning Denkis hand shot out and tugged on Kirishima’s arm, grabbing his attention, his disgusting buttery fingers leaving an oily residue.
“Isn’t that Midoriya?!”
Kirishima abruptly whipped his head around, narrowly smashing into Denki’s face but causing the startled blonde to drop his accursed bag of popcorn. Kaminari cried at the loss while pointing beyond the All Might themed gate where Kirishima spotted his lost classmates standing at the front of the line for Rotating Ryukyus. It was a ride with 5 Ryukyus in her dragon form that rotated in a circle on a track, the dragons spun as fast as the riders could turn the table inside the dragons they sat in.
Kirishima thought it was strange that Bakugo would want to go on it considering he only had one arm that works, but looking at the blonde now he didn't find that the teen looked like he minded all that much. Their demeanor was completely relaxed in each other's presence, a far cry from their relationship during first year. Bakugo had His injured arm hidden in a sling while the other resided on the small of Midoriya’s back. Deku, in return, grasped Bakugo's sweatshirt that resembled the freckled teen’s own hero suit. Kirishima remembered a month back when Bakugo had ordered the thing in secret to “embarrass the damn nerd”. But when he first wore it Deku was more shocked that clothes were made in his likeness than the fact it was Bakugo, of all people, who was wearing merch of him.
Kirishima grabbed Denki by the shoulder and followed the crowd towards the dragon themed ride. Did the two even realize that they were late? Kirishima frowned, remembering the whole reason why they were here in the first place. Bakugo must have told a joke because Midoriya's pale cheeks flushed and the green headed boy doubled over in laughter, punching Bakugo’s shoulder playfully while the blonde's hand migrated from Deku's back to the freckled boy’s bigger, scarred hand, Which softly enveloped his.
Huh
“Do you think he's gonna confess?” Kaminiari remarked next to him, apparently over the loss of his popcorn already. It was a well known fact within the Bakusquad that when it came to Midoriya, Bakugo was infamously tight-lipped, rarely ever talking about the boy if it wasn't ranting about something mildly irritating that the boy did earlier that pissed him off.
“If he's going to do it this is a great setting for it!” Problem is, Ejirou wasn’t sure if Bakugo would be able to do it on his own volition. Don't get him wrong, Bakugo’s the manliest guy he knew behind Crimson Riot himself, or maybe Fatgum, Amajiki and Midoriya and Mr.Aiz- POINT IS, that Bakugo’s tough as nails in a fight, Passionate (perhaps too much sometimes) and surprisingly kind. Ejirou was proud to say that they were best friends, but Katsuki being honest with his feelings was something Kirishima couldn’t see happening anytime soon. Because,despite the blonde’s explosive personality he was devastatingly shy (even if he would scream denials that he wasn't). Sometimes, they would catch him staring a little too long at the remaining freckles on the other boy's cheek, or cook Deku a slightly larger portion of food at dinner, or when, with surprising amounts of gentleness, smooth out the dark bags under Midoriya's eyes. All actions that Bakugo shrugged off and proclaimed were not out of the ordinary between him and Deku. So trying to get a confession out of the blonde was like trying to squeeze milk from a dead cow, or an incredibly dense cow, because even an idiot could see that Deku liked him back.
“There you are Kacchan!” Kaminari whined as they approached the fence right in front of the dragon that Bakugo and Midoriya occupied. Bakugo, apparently mid conversation with Midoriya, paused whatever he was talking about at glared at the electric teen.
“Stop calling me that Sparky!” Bakugo growled, clenching his hand in his usual threatening manner, but it ended up not having as much effect as it used to due to the fact he only had one hand. “Shitty hair? Why’re you hanging with Pikachu of all people” the blonde frowned, resting his hand beside Midoriya’s on the spinning table in front of them.
“Hey why not?! I'm awesome and super manly, of course I'm hanging with Kiri” Denki grinned, throwing his arm around Kirishima’s shoulder, “wouldn’t you agree Midoriya?”
“Uh-” Whatever the teen was going to say was cut off by the sharp cry of the alarm signaling the start of the ride.
“Start turning, Deku!” Bakugo ordered,clutching the table with enough strength to crush the thing to bits.
“not too fast, Kacchan your heart-”
“It's fine, Shit nerd!” Bakugo yelled, competitively turning the table with all his might. Midoriya, reinvigorated beside him, doing the same , except the tips of his fingers sparked green with the use of OFA
“Try to keep up, Kacchan!” Midoriya teased, frantically catching up to Bakugo’s pace.
“Stupid Deku i’ll ca-”Kaminari and Kirishima couldn’t catch the rest of that argument as the spinning dragon whisked their two classmates away, it was only a couple seconds before the dragon passed by once again, spinning much faster than it had before.
“Faster!” they heard Bakugo roar as the two flew by once again. The air generated from the twirling dragon blowing Kaminari’s windswept bangs into a style similar to Kirishimas. The latter teased Kaminari as the blonde desperately tried to fix the damage
“Look how fast they're going,So manly!” Kirishima awed at just how fast the gray dragon spun, it was no doubt due to Midoriya’s embers that they were even managing to hit this speed. It was kind of a wonder how the table inside hadn’t completely snapped off its axle.
“How is that even possible!” Kaminari yelled, completely having given up trying to fix his hair. Instead becoming transfixed watching the dragon move at speeds that shouldn't even be attainable. If Midoriya hadn't lost all his quirks in the war Kirishima would have suspected the use of gearshift.
“You call that fast?! I have one arm an-”
Distantly the two heard a sharp snap pierced the air, Kaminari beside him squawked out an inhuman noise, His wide yellow eyes bulging from his head. Kirishima glanced at the ride operator who looked just as stunned and panicked at the situation than they were. The dragon, now more of a blur than an actual shape, ominously keened before finally, and to Kirishima's horror, completely snapping off the hinges and…flying up?! The red haired teen almost couldn't believe his eyes. The giant plastic Ryukyu was now becoming airborne, Its blast off reminiscent of a rocket launching from ground zero . He clutched Kaminaris shoulder, turning the boy's body to face his own bulging red eyes, the electric teen’s face still frozen in his initial shock, his mouth gaping like a fish on land begging for water. Above them they heard Midoriya's distant panicked voice.
“Kacchan, why can't I see the ground!?”
“I don't know, nerd, keep spinning, we’re not going fast enough!”
They most definitely were going fast enough.
“We’re gonna be so late dude” Kaminari tugged his bangs.
“That's the last thing we should be worried about right now!” Kirishima yelled amidst the ensuing panicked cries of park go-ers around him. Swiftly a crowd began to form around Rotating Ryukyus, phones reaching out and trying to record the quickly ascending park ride. “Midoriya! Bakugo! Stop spinning, you're flying away!” Kirishima shouted, knowing for a fact that Bakugo’s hearing wouldn't stand a chance at picking it up, he hoped that at least Midoriya had heard his desperate shouts. Out of the corner of his eye Kirishima could see the rapidly approaching form of a bird heading straight for the Ryukyu, which showed no signs of stopping.
“What the hell!” Bakugo screamed as the large bird flew right inside the dragon. Kirishima could hear the distant sound of Bakugo cursing and the ruffle of feathers, before the bird was thrown back out. Slowly the Ryukyu came to a stop. And for one chilling moment it stayed frozen in the air before promptly falling back to the ground below. Kaminari was quick to evacuate any civilians doomed to be crushed by the incoming ride, before Kirishima became unbreakable and positioned himself directly in its path. The impact came quickly but the harder boy was ready and caught the dragon on his back. It wasn't so much different from the time Gigantomachia crushed him under his fist. Grunting, The dragon fell to its side when he shrugged it off his back, his friends who were still inside tumbling in their seats. Eventually Bakugo stumbled out, angry red lines marring his face, probably from the bird's sharp talons. The blond swayed on his feet before doubling over and vomiting all over the sidewalk. Behind him, Midoriya crawled out on unsteady arms, shakily creating distance between him and the fallen dragon then collapsing on his side to catch his breath. Kirishima approached his friend who was still expelling his lunch on the pavement. He awkwardly rubbed his friends back, Bakugo rose from the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing as he spat the taste of vomit from his lips.
“That was insane,” Kaminari squeaked. Midoriya stuttered out a deep breath before shuffling to his feet, an unsteady crooked hand reaching out and grabbing Kaminari’s wrist, who led the dizzy teen towards his friends.
“Hah! I won!” Bakugo bellowed suddenly, roughly shoving a finger into Midoriya's chest.
“What!?” Deku recoiled, still collecting his bearings and slapping Bakugos finger away.
“You let go first! I win, Shitty nerd!”
“Nuh uh! You let go for a second when that bird splat against your face!”
“Damn thing scratched me! It’s lucky it wasn't roasted and served up for dinner tonight!”
“Kacchan?!” Said blond frowned resting his hand on his hip. Next to him, Midoriya huffed, running his fingers through his disheveled green hair, shaking out feathers that had been previously sticking out of it.
“There's no more time for flirting, you guys realize your nearly 30 minutes late for check ins?!”
“Fl-Flirting?!” Midoriya’s pale face flooded with color.
“You should have seen Aizawa, he looked about ready to lunge at you guys”
“We aren't going to have to leave because of us right?!” Midoriya slightly panicked, his skin returning to its sickly shade as he fidgeted with his calloused fingers. Kirishima shrugged leading their friends through the crowded sidewalk, which was now so much worse than earlier with people congregating to take pictures of the dragon ride that had been airborne moments earlier.
“Mr. Aizawa’s going to blow a fuse” Kaminari sighed after checking the time.
And he did.
After a lengthy verbal lashing from the black haired pro, Midoriya and Bakugo were barred from engaging in any rides for the next 2 hours, instead having to sit and watch Mr.Aizawa rest in his sleeping bag before the next check in.
***
Aki Nakashima was 16 going on 17, had jet black hair, rosey cheeks and a chubby frame. Her quirk was the ability to craft glass out of air and like most hero hopefuls was excited to start her first year at UA. Nakashima was placed in Mr.Midoriya’s class, who had just apparently started teaching a couple years ago.
At first Mr.Midoriya came off as extremely strange. On the first day of classes he would go around having everybody introduce themselves and their quirks while hurriedly writing in a notebook, quietly muttering to himself while doing so. He would also, sometimes mutter to himself whenever he got caught up thinking too hard about a question one of her classmates had asked.
There was also the surprising network of connections he had with up and coming heroes and old pros (who even is Gran Torino??) the stacks of notebooks that sat on his worn desk, each dutifully filled with a steady scarred hand, which Nakashima later found out were detailed notes on each and every students’ potential and weaknesses. his enthusiasm whenever her class got to work on their quirks, and his eagerness to help out each and every student individually, sometimes even finding out new aspects of his student’s quirks that they hadn't known about. Nakashima supposed all these traits is what made Mr.Midoriya such a great teacher, and why in such a short time in knowing him they had all become comfortable in his presence. The teacher was always willing to set aside his bento if a student had interrupted his quiet lunch,or would lend his support whenever a student was going through a rough time.
But There were also several abnormalities about him that still confused her. his strangely familiar face, how he had a pro hero license but was quirkless, his crooked hand, his scars. It wasn't until 2 months into Ua she finally realized why her teacher had looked so familiar.
She was running through the hallways just a little bit late for English class because her stupid boyfriend decided to meet up minutes before she was supposed to be there. When abruptly she crashed into a solid wall of muscle causing her to tumble to the floor and drop her textbooks. Squeaking out an apology she hurriedly flailed around trying to collect the paper scattered along the floor which had once been tucked within her textbooks pages.
“No running in the halls, Brat” the man scoffed above her, his deep,gravelly voice rasped with an edge of teasing.
“Who're you calling brat you-” the insult shriveled up on her tongue when she met his fierce crimson eyes and familiar scarred cheek. Before her, stood pro hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, the current number 12 hero in all of Japan. He was in his full hero suit which was singed some places on his shoulders. He also smelled strongly of smoke, likely from whatever fight he'd just come from. “M-Mr.Dynamight?!” she got her feet bowing, her normally crass voice softening with apologies. If there was anything she knew about the world of heroes, it was that you should never be caught dead alone with Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight in an empty hallway after not looking where you were going and violently colliding into his side.
“It's Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight” He corrected, brushing off her apologies. If she didn't know any better it almost looked like Dynamight seemed embarrassed about receiving them. “You're glass girl aren't you? Y’know where that stupid nerds classroom is? the whole damn layout is different in here” she hardly caught the last part grumbled under his breath.
“Glass..girl?” she repeated dumbly, Dynamight…knew her?
“Your quirk lets you concentrate the air around you and squeeze it into glass, correct?”
“Uhm well-yes Mr.Dyn-Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. How do you know me?!” Nakashima was freaking out, not only was Dynamight not murdering her right now, but he actually knew who she was? And was also shockingly a pretty calm guy??
“Izuku never shuts up about his class, I'd have more trouble forgetting about you brats” Dynamight grunted, crossing his arms impatiently, something unknown to Nakashima glinting in his narrow eyes. he's on first name basis with Mr.Midoriya?
“Mr.Midoriya? What do you want, He's having lunch right now ” she grimaced, what could Dynamight possibly need from her quirkless,nerdy, hero studies teacher. Despite being number 12, the hero was incredibly private about his life.He was hardly seen in public outside of hero work, or the occasional scandal (occasional was generous , somebody pray for Dynamights pr team) despite being so high profile he was pretty mysterious, which left many to speculate about the hero's personal life.
“None of your business squirt” Dynamight glared, his piercing eyes probably sharp enough to shatter her glass. "Show me to his class and I'll write you a late pass. How about that” Nakashima glanced at her watch, grimacing when she noticed she was nearly 10 minutes late.
“Fine” she sighed, picking up the remains of her textbooks and shoving them in her backpack, before hauling it over her shoulder. Feeling like she'd just resigned her teacher to a terrible fate, Nakashima prayed for her kind hearted teacher. She could hear Dynamite's heavy combat boots behind her, stomping through the halls like he still owned them.
Minutes later, they both stood in front of 1-A’s massive door,
“Here” Dynamight huffed shoving a slip of paper in her hands, when did he write this? “I’ll tell Deku you helped me out, maybe you'll get extra credit or something” he waved her off, cracking open the heavy door like it weighed nothing.
Oh.
Oh.
That's why she thought Mr.Midoriya’s face was familiar. because he was Deku, or, the boy who had saved the world when he was just seventeen, almost as old as she was now.
“Dont keep Mic waiting he’s impatient” Dynamight smirked, slamming the door behind him. Nakashima ran back to English class that day having so much more respect for her homeroom teacher. If not feeling a little stupid for not seeing the obvious truth sooner.
And when Present Mic saw the note Dynamight had written for her he just smiled softly and asked her to take a seat. not even scolding her for being 15 minutes late.
After that day, Dynamight would stop by their class frequently. Or, Frequently in terms of Dynamight, who practically spent every waking hour on the streets. Sometimes he'd show up for combat training, which, for the most part, everybody would dread, because the blonde never held back on them. But it was worth it for the times their teacher would admonish the pro in front of them for being too violent.
Apparently Mr.Midoriya, Deku, and Dynamight were close during their school days. Once, Mr.Midoriya went on a long tangent about how he and Dynamight had been caught fighting on school grounds during their first year and had to be put on house arrest for it. He went on for almost thirty minutes with that one, but nobody was going to tell him to stop so they could return back to discussing how to properly write up disaster reports. Nakashima also bought a train ticket to visit one of Mr.Midoriya’s statues in Kamino ward, the others being outside Takoba beach and In the Hosu city National Heroes Museum. The third time they had seen Dynamight was actually with pro hero Shoto who had been slowly climbing the ranks and now sat comfortably in the seventh spot. Nakashima swears she’s seen Dynamight less aggravated when dealing with villains than when he had to talk with the icy hero when they had to give a presentation to the class.
four weeks after Nakashima’s encounter with Dynamight, Mr.Midoriya, with a smile plastered on his face, announced that their trip to Hero World was next week, and that Kacchan , yes, he’d actually referred to Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight as Kacchan, volunteered his own precious time to Chaperone for them. Mr.Midoriya had also explained that, Apparently Kacchan-or rather Dynamight had been trying to volunteer for this trip for quite some time, but only just recently had some free time to be able to go. Mr.Midoriya mentioned that having at least one chaperone was mandatory for the trip. A rule that had been put in place after students failed to show for check-ins constantly. He said that last part with a strange face, but did not elaborate. The freckled teacher finally passed out permission slips for their parents before excusing his class for the day.
That following Monday Nakashima packed her drawstring bag with snacks, water, sunscreen, her phone and charger. Kissed her mother on her cheek goodbye before running out the door and speeding off to her classroom. Nakashima waved to her friends who were already there before joining them .
“Do you think he's showing?” Nakashimas friend Hinata whispered, hiding his mouth like somebody would yell at him for speculating about the attendance of the pro hero.Last week, nobody had seen Dynamight at Ua, but Mr.Midoriya promised that he was going to show and they shouldn't worry about it, the explosive hero was just picking up a little more hours at work lately to earn the time off.
“Probably, I mean, Dynamight doesn't seem like the guy to make promises and not follow through at the last minute” she shrugged, Dynamights character was difficult for her to pinpoint, one moment he's yelling at her teacher, questioning why his students were so weak. And the next he would be giving them tips on how to improve with only a slight frown, much different than his usual angry scowl.
“Yeah but look at Mr.Midoriya” Hinata pointed behind Nakashima, where their teacher sat at his desk scribbling on a sheet of paper, his scarred hand buried and flexing in his hair. He was wearing a pair of jorts, which seemed just a bit too big for him. And a shirt that had the words “Field trip shirt” written on it. It was odd seeing him wear such casual clothes after he wore a suit to school everyday. “Doesn't he look nervous to you?”
“Sure, but Mr.Midoriya always looks a little stressed with big events like these” she sighed, probably because almost all of his school events ended with somebody becoming hospitalized, kidnapped, or worse.
Eventually the rest of 1-A trickled in and Mr.Midoriya swiftly took a head count before leading them all outside and into the bus waiting for them in the parking lot. As everybody boarded the bus Mr.Midoriya trailed behind them, sitting in the front row seat and taking out papers to grade on the ride there. Before the bus had a chance to start, however Dynamights familiar figure landed right beside the bus, he had clearly flown as fast as he could over because his normal civilian clothes were all askew, obviously having been put on in a hurry. The baseball cap he was wearing was hardly concealing his iconic spiky blonde hair which pointed downwards trying to escape the hat. He was also still wearing his heavy orange and black combat boots that he wore with his hero suit. Not to mention he had soot plastering his face, likely from whatever villain encounter he’d just sped from.
“Kacchan w-what happened?” Mr.Midoriya stood, fretting over his childhood friend, sucking on his thumb before swiping it across Dynamight's soot-covered cheek.
“Just took down some villains, what else stupid nerd” Even though his words were harsh, they came out strangely endearing. Mr.Midoriya smoothed out Dyamights rumpled All Might graphic tee before the blonde slapped his hands away. Mr.Midoriya huffed in response, rummaging through his bag and taking out a pair of thick sunglasses and passing them off to Dynamight.
“You forgot your pair?”
“Was in a bit of a hurry..”Dynamight faced the wall avoiding the teacher's green eyes. He took his seat beside Mr,Midoriya in the front row, across the aisle the other chaperone for the trip, Eraserhead was already fast asleep, wrapped up tight in his yellow sleeping bag.
“Mm, Nice shirt by the way” The Teacher handed Dynamight a stack of neat papers, likely assignments that he’d yet to grade.
“Shut up,you damn nerd.” Dynamight grumbled, wordlessly accepting the stack.