Ticked Off [Boku No Hero Academia]

48: EXPLODE

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Izuku swung his legs back and forth under his desk, green gaze flickering between the chalkboard at the front of the class and his book as he copied and translated the sentences from English to Japanese and vice versa. Although he already knew most of it, he hadn't needed to use it frequently enough to remember all the complicated grammatical details, so the English lessons were a good refresher. Present Mic always made the lessons entertaining, teaching them peculiar phrases and delighting in secretly introducing them to swear words then proceeding to play innocent if any other teacher asked.

He moved onto the next task, having rushed through the simpler questions faster than the rest of the class, which Mic had clearly anticipated due to the more difficult tasks listed underneath. Izuku tilted his head, sticking the end of the pen between his teeth to stop himself from muttering as he contemplated how to start his essay. The scribbling of pens and frustrated sighs had long since faded into background noise, familiar and calming in its normalcy.

Kacchan was hunched over the desk in front of him, angrily writing away and occasionally peering over his shoulder to check on his rival's progress. Izuku gave a two-fingered wave of acknowledgement and an absent sort of smile when he met his childhood friend's gaze, gaining a barely-suppressed snarl before the volatile boy whipped back around and increased the pace of his already-frantic writing to try and catch up.

He cracked a small, amused grin, swiping the side of his hand over his paper then proceeding to get back to work. His wrist was starting to burn faintly and he twisted it with a slight frown, trying to ease the odd feeling without taking his eyes off the page. The heat only got more intense until he was forced to stop writing and glare down at where his hand was settled on the desk.

He blinked. On his wrist was the Oni bracelet. The star-like pattern was glittering and flashing at different intervals, burning more with every pulse.

"Oh, shit!" Izuku exclaimed, jolting in his seat and tugging his sleeve down to conceal the band.

"Language, Midoriya!" Mic responded in a scolding tone, fist on hip.

In another situation, having the eyes of literally everyone in the class on him would've probably made him flustered and embarrassed, but given the gravity of the situation, he couldn't care less. The band was connected to his phone, but only programmed to respond to chosen people who used the emergency phrase, and since most of his important contacts were in the room with him and he didn't remember any serious event happening last time, that meant it was either Aizawa, Toshinori, or his mother trying to contact him, likely a result of his time-meddling.

And since only one of those people were vulnerable...

"Oh, shit," Izuku corrected in English, whole body coiled like a spring. "Mic-sensei, I need to go."