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XXXVIII: Encounters

He was really trying not to lose control, but his students didn't make that an easy job for him.

How could he fail time after time in keeping this location a secret? He could as well broadcast their whereabouts on local TV at that point.

"How did you find this place again?" Aizawa could be vividly seen clenching his teeth together in frustration as he towered over the two new students added to their collection, while they sat awkwardly on the sofa in the living room, observing familiar faces and wondering about what this place may be.

"Bakubro didn't turn off his location on Snapchat!"

Aizawa flashed a glare over his shoulder to said boy behind him, who only clicked his tongue in disapproval and looked away.

Kirishima flashed a cheeky grin but was instantly shot down by his teacher's reprimanding frown.

"I overheard your conversation and was worried. Then I met Kirishima and tagged along." Todoroki beside him said as if it was the simplest thing in the world, as if that explained everything.

"What is this place anyway?" Kirishima asked as he looked around curiously.

"Somewhere you're not supposed to be," Aizawa was clearly in a sour mood now, everyone in the room could feel the radiating annoyance.

Everyone but oblivious Kirishima, of course.

"What were you doing here anyway, Bakubro? I'm hurt you didn't take me with you! Why is Shinsou and Aizawa-sensei here too? Why ar-" Kirishima's rambling got interrupted by the look from his teacher.

"Stop talking," was everything Eijiro needed to swallow back his words and sit in obedience.

The black haired hero stomped away to God knows where, to probably call Tsukauchi and demand more security measures, leaving a bunch of inharmonious students behind. Together.

Bakugou took his chance and walked closer to the duo on the sofa, his frustration not concealed in any way.

"Who gave you two the right to worry about me? Huh?!" With hands shoved in pockets and teeth bared threateningly, Katsuki didn't wait for an answer and followed his teacher's steps out of the room.

"But, Bakubro!" Kirishima leaped up from the couch to trail behind his angry friend, Todoroki hot on his heels.

As Kirishima rambled out excuses with exaggerated arms movements, he found himself bumping into Katsuki's back when the latter had stopped abruptly.

Kirishima's voice quietened as he took a step back rubbing his nose, realising that Bakugou was looking at the room to his left that they were standing right outside.

He found a petite boy his age with green hair, sitting up on a bed while staring right back at them.

Like, really staring. The kind of stare that felt like it bore into your soul and right into the essence of your being. In the poor light, a lone eye with exotic neon green seemed to glow brightly at the sight of the three teens.

Something as recognition flashed across for a second before the green went dull and the boy looked away from them.

While Katsuki seemed frustrated at the exchange, Shouto was wholeheartedly bewitched by the occurrence.

He suddenly found himself walking closer towards the boy to stand right beside the bed, his eyes studying every inch of the male before him as if admiring an ancient piece of art that hung gracefully on a wall of a historical temple.

"What are you?" The wonder in his tone was something foreign for both his classmates and himself. He never spoke with anything more than his monotonous voice. He had lost the ability to express emotions with his speech long time ago.