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“hey blasty did you hear” Kaminari chased after katsuki, shinsou was walking behind him tired a usual
“what is it dunce face” Katsuki asked his expression was softer after after the war but still holding that annoyance for the shitty extras
“theres gonna be a new kid” kaminari told him shinsou caught up to him after kaminari stopped when katsuki did
“a new kid really we fight a war now were getting a new extra brat are they really that fuckin stupid to think they could keep up with our class” Katsuki said
“well there not just a-” Kaminari started
“I don't care who or what they are there probably some fucking extra brat who's just gonna keep us down and thinks hes some big shit” Katsuki was getting really fuckin annoyed at the idea of some extra bitch coming to there class
“can you chill out for once blasty it's not that serious just another new kid there probably good or what ever” Shinsou's tired voice said
“you guys arn't listening their-” Kaminari started again
“shut it pickachu i don't care if their a heroes kid or some prodigy” Katsuki cut him off
“Fine you can be the angry one when you find out don't say i didn't warn ya” Kaminari put his hands up in defense then walked ahead of Katsuki into class shinsou followed cause of course he did.
“the fuck does that mean hey don't ignore me shit face” Katsuki chased after them but when he got into the class room the bell rang so he ignore them for now he wanted to know who this new shitty extra kid was.
Aizawa entered the room hair shorter than in their first year face still indifferent like last year but slightly softer for his class “Okay class you might have heard the HPSC decided the one of the League's members were to young for prison so they want us to rehabilitate them” AIzawa explained face deadpan.
People whispered Katsuki mainly heard those shitty extras who called him a freind's or that’s what he would have said last year to be honest yeah they were his freind's first people who were actually his real freind's since well since him he didn’t even remember him all he remember was how crappy him and the school and life had been he was pretty sure the kid had committed suicide every one had always said the kid would and Katsuki had to admit he saw the cuts in the wrists he knew the kid was hurting himself damn it he doesn’t deserve to think of him he needed to focus on this monster kid joining there class shit no he learned better not every villain was a monster this was a kid view them as such be nice be nice every hero is nice so Katsuki has to be too.
He was the reason the kid was dead he was at fault for the leagues death they could have changed but he’d killed shigaraki he was at fault for ochako’s sadness over toga. he had to act like a hero
“Why aren’t they putting him down?”
“Why isn’t he in jail?”
“Is it dangerous?"
“Did he know Shigaraki?”
“Shouldn’t he be dead”
“Did he kill anyone”
“Is he nice?” Pink cheeks Ochako’s voice stood out; she was more trusting of villains than the rest of the class, probably because of that shitty villain Toga.
“There probably another shitty villain” Katsuki said instinctively and pink cheeks Ochako’s face dropped a bit “shit I mean fuck I … I didn’t mean it like that, "Katsuki said, running his hand down his face." God, he was horrible He needed to act better. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that. "Katsuki apologized. He was finally acting like a functioning nice person to be around. He was getting better and apologizing.
“It’s it’s fine” pink cheeks Ochako mumbled she wasn’t fine.
The rest of the class was still talking but Aizawa gave them the look and they shut up.
“Anyways class just don’t rip them apart there for change not to kill and if they try anything” Aizawas eyes flashes red for a second “you tell me” he said finally.
Aizawa opened the door and let a kid in the kid had dark green curls that looked innocent enough and big deep watercolor green eyes the Iris looked painted like water colors on paper but deeper the kids face was pretty plain could have been cute if he didn’t have so many scars he had fuckin red shoes it felt familiar and he wore the uniform but the tie was all wrong like he’d never learned to tie one,Katsuki couldn’t be talking he hadn’t even wore his for half his first year.
“Class this is Medorya Izaku.” Aizawa said the kid seemed to be uncomfortable and shy. Normally he could read emotions but this kid well he couldn’t fuckin tell.
“Midorya Izuku sir” Scar face the kid corrected almost to quiet.
“Yeah just one thing kid if you plan or attempt to hurt any kid or teacher in this school it will not end well for you” Aizawa warned the kid activating his quirk the kid didn’t seem affected what was this quirk katsuki wondered.
“Y-yes sir” Scar face the Kid Midorya responded with a slight stutter.
“Momo moved back a row Midorya sat behind Katsuki” Aizawa said and the kid walked there he was near the back next to the 4 probably most dangerous kids in class,Momo, himself, half and half, and tokoyami.
As the Scar face kid sat down behind him, Katsuki felt a strange, fleeting sense of deja vu at the sight of those oversized red shoes, but he brushed it off. He’d seen a thousand shitty sneakers in his life. He didn't have room in his head for the history of some League villain.
The classroom was a pressure cooker of whispers. Katsuki could feel half and half todoroki staring at the back of the new kid from across the aisle, and even the bird bastard Tokoyami seemed more shadow-wrapped than usual.
The shitty villain, the kid he stared down at his desk, his scarred fingers trembling as he gripped a charred, battered notebook. He didn't look up, like a silent weight at Katsuki's back.
He stared into those watercolor green eyes, searching for a spark of the "monster" Aizawa warned them about. He saw the scars,the jagged lines on the kid's arms and face, and felt that flicker of guilt again, the one about the other kid, the one who didn't make it. This kid looked like he’d been through a meat grinder, just like the kid from his middle school probably would have if he’d lived.
But this wasn't him. This was a villain. A project.
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Izuku walked down the crowded halls, people stared, they looked they whispered they talked he ignored, he pretended not to hear them not to register what they said not to care to pretend like every word wasn’t a knife in the back.
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“Katsuki” Aizawa still in that dead tone voice called at him before he could leave the class.
“Yes old man,” Katsuki asked, pausing in the doorway and turning back.
"You need to show Midoriya around," Aizawa stated, his gaze direct and unyielding . "The HPSC wants full immersion and normalization, and since you're the 'nicest' option we have among the top students who share his general schedule, it falls to you."
Katsuki stared, mouth slightly open. "Nicest? Are you fucking kidding me, old man? Put the new kid with Pink Cheeks or that Iida guy, they actually are nice!"
"Uraraka has a conflict during the break, and Iida is lida," Aizawa said flatly, pulling a yellow sleeping bag from behind his desk. "It's you. Don't cause trouble, or I'm adding an extra hour to your evening training."
Katsuki grumbled every curse word he knew under his breath. He turned around to find the shitty new villain kid Midorya guy, who was still in the hallway.
“Come on Scar face,” Katsuki said, pulling the kid by the arm. "So," Katsuki started, shoving his hands into his pockets, trying to force himself to be that "nice hero" he was supposed to be. "You part of the main League? Or just some shitty sidekick brat?”
“doesn’t matter does it” the shitty villain kid scar face said his voice sounded tired dead hollow damn this kid is depressed as fuck.
“You suck ass at small talk. Do you know that it’s important to me that you know that” Katsuki commented.
“and your a brat who cusses to much” scar face snapped back side eyeing Katsuki
“The hell did you just say to me, you damn extra?!” Katsuki’s sparks instinctively popped in his palms, the familiar heat prickling his skin. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to tower over the smaller boy. He was ready to let out a full-blown explosion, but then he saw them.
Those watercolor green eyes. They didn't widen in fear. They didn't shrink. They just looked at him with a dull, vacant defiance, as if they’d seen things much scarier than a blond kid with a short fuse.
Katsuki choked back his pride, his throat feeling like he’d swallowed glass. Be a hero. Be nice. Don't be the reason another one breaks.
“Tch. Whatever,” Katsuki spat, shoving his smoking hands back into his pockets and turning away so the kid couldn't see his face flushing with frustration. “Least you’ve got a backbone. Better than being a total wet rag.”