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MHA:MPR CH20 - Midoriya's Secret
🕑 Added 2024-12-28 21:36:54 +0000 UTCBakugo noticed Shiro standing nearby, his crimson eyes locking onto him with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. His fists clenched tightly, trembling with suppressed anger. “You.. I’ll blow you both to bits... You and Midoriya. I won’t be losing to bastards like you again!” he snarled, spinning on his heel and storming off, out of the gate.
Midoriya watched the scene unfold with wide, worry-filled eyes, darting nervously between Bakugo’s retreating figure and Shiro’s calm yet unreadable expression. ‘This whole situation is a mess! Damn, why am I always so stupid?!’ he thought, his frustration boiling over as his shoulders slumped.
After a moment’s hesitation, Midoriya decided to let Bakugo go. Turning to Shiro, he approached cautiously, his steps hesitant and deliberate. “Hey, about what you heard...” he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
Shiro’s expression remained neutral as he observed Midoriya’s nervous fidgeting. ‘I guess this gives me a reason to be in on his and All Might’s secret... No point pretending I don’t know anything now,’ he thought, his mind quickly piecing together the best way forward.
“All Might gave you his abilities, didn’t he?” Shiro said bluntly, his calm tone contrasting with the weight of the revelation.
Midoriya froze in place, his mouth hanging open. “W-what? No! I mean yes! Wait, I mean no!” he stammered, his words tumbling over each other as he desperately tried—and failed—to lie convincingly.
Before the conversation could continue, a sudden gust of wind signaled All Might sprinting past them, his towering form a blur as he dashed toward the school gates. “Wait, Young Bakugo!” he called out, his booming voice echoing through the air.
Midoriya flinched as All Might’s presence only further confirmed the truth of Shiro’s statement. His face turned pale, and his hands balled into fists at his sides.
“You’re not good at lying, but that’s a good thing,” Shiro remarked, his tone almost amused. His thoughts, however, were less forgiving. ‘Even now, I’m deceiving them by lying about my abilities...’
Midoriya exhaled sharply and steeled himself, his expression growing more serious. “Look, you weren’t meant to hear that, but now that you have, please don’t tell anyone.”
Shiro gave a small nod, his calm demeanor reassuring. “I wouldn’t break a secret between friends.”
Moments later, All Might returned to the school grounds, his face shadowed by a mix of concern and frustration. He approached Midoriya and Shiro with heavy steps, his towering presence hard to ignore. Turning his attention to Shiro, he asked, “So, Young Shiro, have you registered your quirk?”
Shiro paused, considering his response. ‘Registered... I guess,’ he thought. With a casual nod, he replied, “Yeah, something like that.”
All Might tilted his head, confusion evident on his face. “Something like that...?”
As All Might continued to question Shiro, Midoriya stared down at the ground, his hands twisting nervously. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, struggling to find the courage. Finally, he mustered his resolve.
“All Might...” Midoriya began, his voice hesitant.
Engrossed in his curiosity about Shiro, All Might didn’t seem to hear him.
“All Might!” Midoriya called out louder, his voice trembling but firm this time.
All Might turned, his attention finally shifting to the boy. “Is something wrong, Young Midoriya?” he asked, his concern evident.
“Shiro knows our secret,” Midoriya said bluntly, his words cutting through the tension.
Shiro’s brow twitched slightly. ‘You didn’t have to tell him, idiot...’ he thought, inwardly facepalming.
“Secret? Whatever could this secret be, Young Midoriya?” All Might’s attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere was clumsy, and the nervousness creeping into his voice was impossible to miss.
Midoriya stood firm, his determination unwavering. “About One For All... Shiro overheard me.”
All Might’s eyes widened in shock. He turned to Shiro, who responded with a simple shrug, his face betraying no emotion.
“How did he hear you?” All Might asked, his tone laced with worry.
“He overheard me while I was talking to Bakugo. He just happened to be leaving while I was telling Bakugo about my quirk. Please forgive me, All Might!” Midoriya said, bowing deeply in apology.
All Might sighed, his massive hand rubbing his temples. “And does Bakugo know the truth?”
Midoriya quickly shook his head. “He didn’t say anything about it, and I don’t think he believed me.”
All Might’s gaze shifted back to Shiro, his expression turning serious. “Young Shiro, you mustn’t tell anyone about this.”
“I understand. I didn’t have any intention of saying anything to begin with.” Shiro replied.
All Might exhaled deeply, relief softening his features. “Thank you.”
The situation resolved, Shiro began heading home. As he made his way through the school gates, he heard the hurried footsteps of Midoriya running after him.
“Wait up, Shiro!” Midoriya called out, slightly out of breath. “We’re going to the same train station.”
Shiro stopped and waited for Midoriya to catch up, then resumed walking at a steady pace.
‘It feels weird not walking home with Uraraka... I wonder how she’s doing. Her energy was off when I last saw her...’ Shiro thought, his gaze distant.
Midoriya tilted his head curiously. “Is something bothering you?”
“Nothing much. Just thinking about what I’m going to do when I get home,” Shiro replied smoothly, masking his true thoughts.
The two continued to chat casually, their conversation bouncing between mundane topics until they finally arrived at the train station. As Midoriya’s train approached, he waved energetically. “Well, I’ve got to get going then!”
“Yeah, take care,” Shiro replied as he boarded his own train.
Settling into his seat, Shiro leaned back and sighed, his mind drifting back to Uraraka. ‘I should probably call her and find out what’s up. Did something maybe happen with her family...?’ he thought, running a hand through his hair. ‘Girls are so complicated.’
Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the signal bars. ‘Hopefully I don’t lose service,’ he thought, tapping her contact and calling.
The phone rang for a while, but it eventually went to voicemail. Shiro frowned. Uraraka almost never failed to answer a call.
‘Perhaps she’s still feeling bad about losing? I’ll just see her tomorrow at school, then.’
The next morning, Shiro approached the school, only to be met with a wall of reporters swarming the gates. Cameras flashed, microphones thrust forward as they bombarded students with questions.
Shiro attempted to push through the crowd, but the reporters quickly formed a blockade around him, their excitement palpable.
“This is illegal, y’know...” Shiro muttered, narrowing his eyes, but the reporters were undeterred.
“You don’t have the funds to take us to court anyway!” someone in the back shouted.
‘Bastards...’ Shiro thought darkly.
One reporter, a sharp-eyed woman in a tailored suit, thrust her mic forward. “Is the Symbol of Hope also a Symbol of Education? How good is All Might’s teaching?”
Shrugging, Shiro replied coolly, “He gives some good feedback. We had a Hero vs. Villains exercise the other day, and his critique of our performance was fairly accurate.”
Another reporter shoved the woman aside, jamming his mic into Shiro’s face. Annoyed, Shiro pushed the mic away and reached out, helping the woman regain her position. “Be considerate of others and let me through,” he said, his voice firm.
Startled by his sudden assertiveness, the reporters hesitated, then slowly parted to let him through. As Shiro walked away, one reporter muttered, “That kid is kind of scary...”
Entering the classroom, Shiro scanned the room. Aizawa hadn’t arrived yet, but most of the students were already at their seats.
“Good morning, Shiro,” Iida greeted, walking over with his usual enthusiasm. They exchanged a firm handshake.
Shiro’s eyes drifted toward Midoriya, who was seated near Uraraka. Midoriya waved, but Uraraka didn’t even glance in his direction.
Walking over, Shiro said, “Good morning, Midoriya, Uraraka.” Midoriya responded with a smile, but Uraraka continued to stare out the window, silent.
“Is everything good?” Shiro asked, his tone soft but concerned. Uraraka didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the sky.
“Uhh... Uraraka... Shiro is trying to—” Midoriya began, but Uraraka cut him off sharply. “I know, Deku. I don’t want to speak to him right now.”
Midoriya scratched his cheek, chuckling nervously as Shiro’s expression hardened slightly. “You’re not even going to tell me what you’re mad about?” Shiro asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
Uraraka remained silent.
‘She’s having a tantrum...’ Shiro thought, suppressing a sigh as he walked to his seat.
As he sat down, Mineta passed by with a sly grin. “Women, am I right?”
Shiro shot him a cold glare. “You’ve got to chill, dude.”
“Jeez, I was only trying to relate to your problems. Way to kill the bonding session,” Mineta muttered, shuffling away.
At that moment, Aizawa entered the classroom, his disheveled hair and tired expression immediately commanding attention. “Good work with yesterday’s battle training,” he began, placing a stack of papers on his desk. His gaze swept the room, landing on Bakugo. “Bakugo. Grow up already. Stop wasting your talents.”
“Got it...” Bakugo replied, uncharacteristically subdued.
Aizawa’s attention shifted to Midoriya. “And it seems Midoriya ended another day with a broken arm. Learn to control your quirk. I hate repeating myself.”
“Okay!” Midoriya replied, his voice filled with determination.
Aizawa nodded curtly. “Good. Now onto homeroom business. You will be choosing a class president.”
The room erupted into chatter, excitement buzzing in the air.
‘Extra duties? No, thank you,’ Shiro thought, leaning back in his seat.
