Cyborg Hero: Deku

10. Rodrigo Garcia

This was old art I found and decided that I would envision Garcia as looking like it

Rodrigo's pov

Izuku is an interesting fellow, to say the least. He came in a few weeks after school started and the whole wheelchair thing kinda threw me off but momma taught me to give everyone a chance. If they suck, she also taught me how to throw a mean slipper. He helped me finish my taser which I quite honestly botched and has a cute enough giggle. Once the first-period bell rang and Powerloader left, I began chatting to Izuku about his interests and stuff 

"And so what's with the phone voice?" I asked "Long story, not now" He replied "No prob bob. Ever thought of making a synth?" I suggested, "What do you mean?" He asked with a head tilt "Simple way, make that phone thing talk like a human or elaborate way, connect a similar thing to it to the nerves that control your vocal cords to synthesise your voice" I explained, "Are you that into bio-Tech?" He asked with a smile "Not as much as straight-up robotics but my dad's a neurologist so, I picked up on stuff" I exclaimed proudly 

"I guess that could work but my body has enough tech in it" Izuku stated. I raised my eyebrow at that, he doesn't look like he has any technologies inside him "Like what?" I asked "oH SUGAR, I SHOULDNT HAVE SAID ANYTHING EXCLAMATION POINT" His phone blared "Caps lock?" I muffled a laugh as Izuku covered his speaker. Our design teacher came over and gave Izuku a bit of a death glare. I guess she doesn't care for his accidentally loudness. 

"I'm sorry" He apologised while looking down in shame "hey man S'alright, If you don't wanna share what tech you got that's fine by me, just don't mention it to Hatsumei or she'll tear you apart under the guise of research" I recommended "I'll make sure to bring my notes tomorrow, I might as well show you them," Izuku said while perking up a bit. Our conversation over, the air around us became thick and awkward. Neither of us knew what to say and the fact that our teacher was reading a magazine wasn't helping. I looked down to think of a topic when I saw Izuku itching at his pants 

"What's up with the itch?" I asked. He quickly composed himself and responded "My legs get itchy when I wear long pants, Normally I'd get them tailored into tied off shorts" He explained. Now I feel a bit bad... Wait, Teacher not paying attention, workshop with all the tools in the world and a chance to help someone! I have an idea! "I can do that for you" I offered "Wait, you will? Thank you so much!" Izuku exclaimed "Okay, I'll go grab a sewing machine," I said while going towards the machine room. 

Once I had the machine, I placed it on an adjustable stool at the lowest setting. I quickly set up the machine and began remembering the rules momma told me about sewing. I set up the machine with green thread and lined up the machine. I cut off a large majority of each of the legs and sewed the ends together neatly. "Thank you!" Izuku smiled as the bell rang for third period. Me and Izuku stayed quiet for most of the rest of the class, out of Izuku's respect of Present Mic, our English teacher. I hope we can continue being friends

Izuku's pov

UA's lunchroom is amazing! I mean who wouldn't want Lunch Rush to cook their food every day? I wheeled into the room with a small smile, Garcia on my left. He's a great guy! Like Kacchan when we were younger. He and I went up to the lunch line and waited, our stomachs both growling "Man, Fourth period was such a drag" He complained "It wasn't that bad" I retorted "How does a man go on about hexagons for 9 minutes! It's ludicrous." He exclaimed 

"Ah new student, can I see your meal card?" Lunch Rush asked as we came up to the serving area. I bit my lip and looked up at Garcia. "He didn't get one, The teachers didn't set him up properly" Garcia explained "Sorry, I can't give you anything without it... Mabye Garcia can share with you" Lunch Rush suggested while pilling extra rice and meat onto His plate "Cya tomorrow Izuku!" He beamed "He knows everyone's name, don't question it" Garcia recommended while we headed to an empty table. Once we arrived, I noticed that the chairs were bolted down. Great, I have to move. 

I was about to lift myself onto the chair when I felt someone's arms under my armpits. Behind me, Garcia was lifting me into the chair. "Thank you" I smiled at him "Anytime Kuzu" He replied while sitting on the far side of the table. We began eating together making quiet small talk. It was calm and quiet like you'd want lunch to be. 

Just wanted to explain that my idea of the support course is that they do barely any core subjects, instead focusing on design, engineering and stuff so there won't be much mention of English, literature or maths 

Slán go fóill

-Paladin Ash