The Emperor's Dragon

Suspension

"If you think you are so strong, fight me!"

It was the middle of lunch. Izuku was chasing Hitoshi in a game of tag when the declaration was made.

He spun to look at the girl. Setsuna stood there. Her hands were balled into fists on her hips and she looked at him as if he wasn't going to be an issue.

"Fight you?" Izuku asked somewhat stupidly.

"You keep cheating with your quirk! But Heroics isn't about running races or throwing balls! It's about capturing villains, so fight me!"

"What about rescue heroes?" Izuku asked. He knew if he said he didn't want to be a hero she'd be even more angry.

"Argh!"

Apparently asking about rescue heroes was also an answer he couldn't give.

Instinctively he dodged. When you'd been dodging Tomura for practice, dodging Setsuna was easy. She screamed again, this time flipping her arm around to try to catch him. Izuku ducked and reached up. He caught her arm extended and managed to twist away. It meant Setsuna's arm was trapped running up her back.

"I don't want to fight you," Izuku said as she struggled.

"It hurts!" Setsuna said. And then suddenly Izuku was left holding her arm. Setsuna wasn't there though. She moved forward, turning to glare at him.

"Izuku Inpei! You stop that right now!"

Izuku cringed at the voice of a teacher. Setsuna looked surprised for an instant before she grinned, and then burst into tears.

"It hurts!" She wailed. "It hurts so much!"

"Izuku! Give Setsuna back her arm, right now!"

"But Miss Tsusha-"

"I don't want to hear it!" Miss Tsusha stormed over to them and glared down at him. "There, there, Setsuna. It won't hurt for long," she tried to sooth the other girl.

"She attac-"

"Izuku, go to the Principal's office now!" Miss Tsusha snapped, reaching out to grab Setsuna's arm. She offered it to the girl.

Setsuna sniffed theatrically and reached out with a trembling hand to take her body part. She made a show of fitting it back to where it should be.

"Miss Tsusha-"

"Izuku, go to the Principal's office," she said. "Oh! Hitoshi, I didn't see you there. What is it, honey?"

"Izuku didn't attack Setsuna," Hitoshi said, his eyes wide with sincerity.

Izuku, who hadn't moved, heard the teacher mutter. "Not you too." She then turned to him. "Izuku, move," she ordered. "Hitoshi, honey, if Izuku did nothing, why was Setsuna crying? Your defence of your friend is admirable but misplaced," Miss Tsusha said before she turned back to Izuku.

His head was down and with a sigh Miss Tsusha led him away.

-ted-

All For One looked over at his son. He was sitting on one of the couches in his office. His friend, Hitoshi was sitting beside him, one arm slung over his shoulders. Hisashi sat on the other couch. It was only mid-afternoon. Not when he usually saw his son.

"Suspended," he said the word gently. He supposed he should have expected something like this. Not because Izuku was a trouble-maker but because he cared too much. He was compassionate but logical and schools, and society hated that.

"It's not his fault," Shinsou defended his son.

Hisashi was hard pressed not to laugh. "I'm not upset, my Little Dragon. I'm not even disappointed," he added. "I am disappointed in your school, but that has nothing to do with you."