I'm No Hero - Vigilante BNHA

~ C h a p t e r 19 ~

~ Shouta's Lead ~
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Izuku stared at the many hands raised up in the air with a faraway look in his emerald-like eyes. Why was this his life now?

With an annoyed sigh, Izuku raises his hand up in the air, swiftly pointing over at a short-haired brunette who had a nervous grin on her face. Izuku almost chuckled at how this female was like the younger him before everything happened. Izuku used to be nervous of everything and everything, simple or not. Granted he still is, but with his mask on Izuku was fine.

"Oh uh hi!" The girl squeaked, not prepared at being called on just yet. She stumbled out of her chair and stood, a determined smile on her face as she tried her best to speak clearly to this dangerous yet amazing human being that lots of people looked up too, "My name is Uraraka, and... uh... I was wondering why you do what you do?" That was something Uraraka always wondered, why some people do what they do. What things in life happened to someone to make them decide to be a vigilante or really any other job.

A small hum escaped Izuku's lips as he leaned over the teacher's desk, a cocky smirk on his face as he asked his own question to the female, "And what exactly do you think I do?" He questioned rhetorically before resting his head on his hands and speaking once more, "I save people. And maybe kick some sense into people, but I've never done anything illegal. I'm just doing what you all could have been doing and will be doing soon with licenses." Izuku stood up, slowly walking around the teacher's desk, his hands folded behind his back as he slowly stalked forwards, a primal look in his eyes that made a few students gulp. "I'm legally not a vigilante. And legally, I'm not a hero either. So what am I?" Izuku hummed, twirling around once slightly before facing the class once again...

The evergrowing tension was growing, and Izuku could see what the saying 'the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife,' meant. Izuku expected this though, especially in a room with heroes in training. They would be stupid to not be anxious of new people.

"I'm someone like you. I'm just another citizen," Izuku explained, "Just... when the mask is on," Izuku gestured to the masquerade mask that covered some of his face, "I just so happen to go out and help people in need!"

"...legally not a vigilante," Denki thought out loud, the blond was actually smart when it came to heroes. vigilantes, and villains. So... With a snap of his fingers, Denki stood. His citrus eyes practically sparkled as he slammed his hands down on his desk, "Do you not use your quirk?!" Excitement rushed through Denki's veins as some students glanced over at him. What? He was excited. Really, really excited since this was one of his favorite topics.

Izuku nodded, his green fluffy hair shifting with his movements as he freely walked around the front of the room. His body was loose and un-tense in this new environment, and that made the students grow even more warry and tense. Izuku turned to Denki with a cat-like grin, "Very smart there, but yes, I've never used a quirk on the job and I always let the others hit first," Izuku explained as the tension of the room dissipated. And that's what made Izuku's smile falter before he flickered back a stronger smile.

Did they think he was less of a threat because he didn't use a quirk? What about when they found out he didn't even have a quirk?! If Izuku was a student in this class... would he be judged so easily? Would he be downgraded so easily? The thoughts made Izuku's heart drop in an endless pit of despair.

Izuku knew he was never born equal. But why did people think he was before finding out the truth?

The greenette smirked, an idea blossoming in his mind. With another twirl, Izuku shifted his arm under his sleeve slightly. See... Izuku was always prepared. Izuku forced his smile away, resting his facial expressions as he felt the handle of his knife slide into his hand, easily Izuku gripped it and raised his arm, allowing his arm to slightly go back before releasing the knife in the air right where he wanted it...