It Looks Better On You Anyways

Well this is a problem (Ch.2)

"-ey, Hey! Are you alright?"

Midoriya stood there facing the boy with his hand stretched out to help him up. He felt bad for knocking him over. But the boy just sat there staring at him, mouth agape, and a bit of pink on his cheeks. But Midoriya just brushed that aside, blaming it on the hot weather.

"Are you new here?"

That seemed to shock the boy out of his stupor, as he blinked up confused. He made a noise in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Oh, it's just I've never seen you around school before. At least not near my class. Are you apart of the support department?"

"What? Uh, no. Hero course actually."

He saw a look of confusion appear on the greenettes face. He gave Aizawa a small smile, as he helped him to his feet.

"Oh, I didn't know we have a need student in our class. Whats your name?"

Aizawa, not wanting to give the boy to much information, seeing as something was definitely off here, responded,

"S-Shouta. Just call me Shouta."

"Ah, nice to meet you Shouta! I'm Midoriya Izuku."

The young Aizawa blushed at how nicely his name came from the sunshine, he could now identify as Midoriya's, mouth.

The both stood there staring dumbly at each other, neither of them saying anything, until the bell rang, starling them, and signaling that wandering students had three minutes to get to class. That seemed to shock Midoriya enough for him to realize he was almost late to class. He began hurriedly swiping the papers from the ground. Shouta bent down to help him, picking up a few and handing them back to him.

"Hey, thanks. Sorry again for bumping in to you like that." Midoriya said, as he started walking.

Shouta not wanting to lose the cute boy, and in need of answers, followed beside him. "No it's my fault I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Let's just agree we both need to pay attention to our surroundings more." Midoriya said, blinding him with his smile.

Shouta smiled back. "Deal."

They walked silently for a bit. Aizawa not knowing how to ask a certain question that's been stuck in the back of his mind ever since the boy introduced himself. He finally turned to Midoriya, with the intent on asking him his question. He opened his mouth, but Midoriya cut him off.

"We're here."

Midoriya opened the door and walked inside to the room labeled, Class 1-A. The second the door opened, Shouta immediately new this wasn't his class and that something was wrong, even though he had a feeling before, this definitely confirmed it. He didn't recognize any of the voices he heard, let alone any of the faces the voices belonged to.

"Midoriya! There you are! You were almost late, again!" Said a tall boy with glasses. He was the only face Shouta could somewhat recognize, seeing as he looked a lot like one of his classmates, Iida Tensei.

"Heh, sorry Iida. I was helping a new student."

That got some of the other students attention. Their questions gathering the attention of the rest of the class too.

"What new student?"

"Who is it?"

"I hope it's a pretty gir-!" Slap!

"Settle down. Midoriya, who is this new student?"

"His name is Shouta, and he's right...here?"

Midoriya turned around to see no sign of Shouta. He stood there staring at an empty doorway confused.

'Where'd he go?'

Midoriya was about to poke his head out the door in search of the young Aizawa, when the older, slightly grumpier one stepped right in front of him.

"Something wrong Midoriya?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Ah! N-no Sensei, sorry."

Midoriya moved out of the way as Aizawa Sensei walked into the room. The classroom died down from they're loud chatter, while Midoriya stayed by the doorway peaking his head around outside the door.

"Do you need something Midoriya."

Midoriya quickly turned backed to Aizawa Sensei and nervously waved his free hand.

"N-no, no..everything is fine."

'At least..I thought so.'

"Well then please take your see so we can start class."

"Right. Sorry sensei."

The door to the classroom shut and the last this Shouta saw from where he was hiding behind the hallways corner, was Midoriya retreating into the classroom.

Shouta sighed. He had hidden there at the first sight of the older man making his way down the hallway. Without even having to ask he knew the man in that classroom was him, but not him. He didn't have to ask his question, 'hey what day/year is it?', to Midoriya anymore, cause the man supplied the answer.

He was definitely in the future.