Chapter 15

The day was mostly uneventful. I kept out of my room, so I wouldn't disturb Deku, did some holiday homework and watched the news. Around 4 pm, someone rang the doorbell. I answered the door, already annoyed. "Shitty hair, I swear to god-"

Then I noticed who was actually standing there- my homeroom teacher Aizawa-sensei in all of his tired glory. "Oh." He was about to say something, when somebody called for me. "Kacchan? The redhead again?"

I sighed. "Fucking hell Deku, you shouldn't be up yet." Footsteps came up behind me, then Deku showed up at the entrance. "You're not my Mom, Kacchan." He glanced at Aizawa-sensei. "And that's not Kiriwhateveritwas." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Will you stop stating the fucking obvious?!"

Deku shook his head. "Language, Kacchan." I gritted my teeth. "Would you mind discontinuing to declare the FUCKING obvious?!" He snorted. "You're impossible. See you later, I guess." Then he pushed past Aizawa-sensei and vanished around the corner.

I was muttering incoherent curses until Aizawa-sensei drew my attention on him by clearing his throat. "Can I come in?" I took a step back and opened the door wider, allowing him to come in. Then I led him to the living room. Aizawa-sensei wasted no time getting to the point once we had sat down.

"Kirishima told me you had a couple of ominous cuts on your back. Can I see them?" That little- I furrowed my eyebrows. "Is that necessary?!" Aizawa-sensei sighed. "Bakugou, quit being stubborn. I want to help you." I rested my forearms on my thighs and closed my eyes.

"I looked everywhere, even in the deepest depths of the cleaning closet, but I can't seem to find where I asked for your help. For anyone's help, actually. I'm fucking fine." "Don't give me that attitude." My teacher was clearly irritated. I shot him a glare, but upon seeing he didn't break eye contact, I resigned, turned around and took my shirt off, so he could see the half-scarred over cuts.

I felt Aizawa-senseis glare burning into my back like a laser. "That was definitely a knife. And not a normal kitchen knife. It had to be abnormally sharp and at least a small part of it was barbed." I didn't react to that. "You done examining me, doc?!"

He sighed. "I guess. Don't talk to me that way. Until you've graduated, I'm still someone you should respect." I put my shirt on again and turned around. "I respect who deserves it. Are we done here?" My caterpillar of a teacher picked up eye contact again. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

I crossed my arms. "Nothing happened. What am I supposed to tell you?" Aizawa-sensei furrowed his eyebrows. "If nothing happened, what's with the cuts? And why do you look like you got into a fight?" "I fell down the stairs. Face forward." "And that's why your right hand is bandaged?" "I was carrying a glass. It broke."

Pro Hero Sleepyhead shook his head. "It seems an awful lot like you're lying." I growled. "Why are you even concerned?! In out of my grades, nothing about me should worry you the slightest! Did anything happen to my grades?!" He shook his head again. "No. Your performance is excellent as always."

I smirked slightly. "Great. I don't see a damn problem. Anything else?" "No. But if there's something you need to tell somebody, I'll listen." Then my annoying ass teacher finally left.

-------3rd person POV-------

Aizawa left Bakugou's house and walked back to the train station he came from, when he suddenly spotted the boy he had encountered at his students' house earlier. The pale boy was sitting on the backrest of a bench, playing with something that looked like a knife.

The boy noticed Aizawa was staring at him. "Oh, if that isn't sensei-san. Erasure Hero: Eraserhead, right?" Aizawa nodded slowly, wondering how the boy knew about him, since Aizawa didn't really show himself in public. Then his eyes wandered back to the knife.

It seemed very sharp, had a barbed part and the boy was handling it quite well.

Aizawa decided to talk to the boy. "Bakugou called you Deku-" "My name's Midoriya. Kacchan's just an asshole." The black-haired teen rolled his eyes, visibly unpleased to start a conversation that way. Aizawa nodded. "Huh. Can I see that knife?"

Midoriya rose his eyebrows. "Shishi? I guess, but be careful." Then he handed Aizawa the knife. The tired Hero examined the blade closely, when a sudden pain went through his finger. He had cut himself. Midoriya chuckled. "Shichan strikes again." A strange reaction.

Aizawa handed the knife back to its owner, furrowing his eyebrows. "Aren't those knifes illegal?" Midoriya grinned like a Cheshire cat. "I have a license." He pulled a card out of a pocket in his pants and held it in front of Aizawa's face. The Hero swiftly scanned it, but found nothing wrong about it.

Midoriya let both the knife and his license vanish in his pockets, then he stood up. "Until never, sensei-san!" He sarcastically bowed to Aizawa, jumped onto the fence behind the bench he had sat on and walked away.

Aizawa couldn't make out if it was his knife or his attitude, but something was suspicious about Midoriya.

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>I talked to Bakugou, he didn't tell me anything specific either. But there was this boy, Midoriya was his name. He knows something he's not telling. <

>I know. I talked to him once too. He scares me, to be honest. <

>There surely is something uncomfortable about him. However, since I didn't officially hear anything bad, I'll have to let it go. If you find something out, let me know. And don't endanger yourself. <

>Yes, sensei. <

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>Kirishima, huh? Awfully nosy, that guy…<