#hypocritehero

Denki paused for a moment, hesitant on what to say as Midoriya clearly didn’t understand what he was trying to do- flirt with him using pick up lines, pretty much.

A smile replaced his look of shock as Denki thought up another, hopefully one that Midoriya wouldn’t be able to be confused about- although knowing the other, it was likely he’d find someway to be confused.

“Midoriya-kun?” The unsure and hesitant voice spoke as he approached Izuku’s desk. He had only just recently started, and was still having a bit of trouble navigating his way through the dorms. His room was already set up and stuff, and he’d been there at least twice by now since he’d only been at the school for two days, but.. he wasn’t exactly great with directions or finding his way around the school. Hell, he’d even been late to every single class he had.

He recognized the greenette, however. At least he thought it was him from the back of his head. He had asked a few students what his name was, getting the same answers. ‘Deku’ or ‘Midoriya Izuku’. So, he assumed there were two different people in the dorms called Deku and Midoriya. 

Inosuke was quick to attempt to escape the grasp of Aizawa’s capture weapon, struggling against the grip and yelling unintelligible noises. “Oi, you think you can beat me?! You think you’re better than me, Ibuku Demorida?!” 

It had been a few days since she had been able to see Izuku doing anything else besides his work study and secluded training. It had been nearly strange to see him present in the common room of the dorms. “Deku!” Ochaco chirped in surprise, encroaching upon him curiously. 

HIMI SHOTO HAD SPENT HIS ENTIRE LIFE LIVING UNDER THE IDEAL THAT HE SHOULD BE SEEN BUT NEVER HEARD, silent to a fault even around others. When he did speak, his voice sounded scratchy & was never much louder than a whisper — never heard, rarely listened to, it was no different now than it had always been & he was quick to make an effort not to disturb people at U.A. He wasn’t even meant to be there, after all, barely managing to escape homeschooling by applying behind his father’s back & it had ended up with him being disowned, living with his older sister after she moved out.

( quirkless people aren’t people, shoto, his father once told him. you are not a person, not to anyone else. )

That was the version of a hero he had always known & he’d been surprised to even be accepted to U.A, a school with many hero staff members, considering his status as quirkless — after all, if the number two hero thought that of him simply due to his lack of a quirk, shouldn’t everyone else? 

His content few months at school had come to a startling halt eventually. Upon moving into the dorms, it had been harder to hide his status & he spent a good chunk of time evading his classmates & other students. However, today he hadn’t quite managed that, having accidentally barelled into someone from the hero course while trying to stay out of sight, falling in front of the other student & dropping the folders in his hands. Panic-stricken stare aimed at the green-haired boy as he looked up, attempting to collect his things & choke out an apology to no avail, giving up rather quickly and leaving his things strewn across the floor as he frantically gestured his apologies instead.

He recognised the other, of course, from the sports festival. Midoriya Izuku of Class 1-A — a class he’d heard little good about, full of troublemakers & with someone described as rather loud & unkind in it. He wasn’t quite sure who others complained about when they mentioned attitude, but it wasn’t safe to assume that just because Midoriya didn’t look like a cruel person, he wouldn’t be. He bit his lip, lowering his hands & gathering his things before standing, head down as he awaited the lecture & shouting he was sure to be given.