Abandoned

6

Kirishima would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified of Deku.

The guy kept staring at the redhead, as if analyzing him. His grey-green eyes held a cold, calculating look to them. Dark circles stuck under his eyes.

If Kirishima ever ran into Deku on the streets, he'd definitely think he was a villain. He'd also probably cry.

Kirishima mentally kicked himself. Don't think like that! He's in the Reformatory Center for a reason, not Tartarus. The heroes think he deserves a second chance. So, I'm gonna give him one too!

The redhead smiled nervously at the green haired boy, and held out his hand.

"Uh, hey," he greeted awkwardly. "I'm Kirishima, Bakugo's friend. What's your name?"

That was a stupid question. He already knew the boy's name. As he saw those piercing green eyes stare at him, Kirishima felt a trickle of sweat run down his neck.

Deku stared down at the offered hand, wondering what he was supposed to do with it. Is he planning on hitting me? Have I already done something to upset him? He seems uncomfortable, he probably doesn't want to be here. Did Aizawa force him to come with Bakugo? It seems like something he would do.

As Deku continued to stare down at Kirishima's hand, eyes narrowed and brows quirked up in question, an awkward tension filled the white room.

Aizawa stifled a laugh as he witnessed the awkward exchange from his place on the floor. He remembered Deku acting exactly like this when he had offered him a hand up that very first day. The poor boy was so confused, it was almost funny!

Deku looked behind Kirishima's shoulder, seeking Aizawa's help. Aizawa's shoulders were slightly shaking with concealed chuckles.

The hero shook his own hand, gesturing for Deku to do the same with Kirishima.

Kirishima, debating whether to put his hand down, since the green haired boy obviously had no idea what to do, raised his eyebrows in surprise as Deku slowly stretched his own hand out, and clasped his hand in his own.

Kirishima winced slightly as he felt Deku's ironlike grip on his hand, but he didn't pull away. The boy's hand was cold and scarred, but his grip strength was something to gawk at.

The redhead smiled. Damn, he's manly! He shook Deku's hand with equal strength, grinning.

Deku, however, did not grin back. He merely cocked an eyebrow at the tall young man standing in front of him. His hand hurt now, so he slowly tugged it away. Kirishima quickly pulled his own back, tapping his hands on his thighs in a random pattern.

Bakugo, knowing to some extent of Deku's knowledge in basic human greeting, turned to Aizawa with an accusing glare. There's no way the nerd could've known to do that on his own.

The hero merely shrugged, pulling out his phone. He could sense the three boys would be enjoying each other's company for a while.

Bakugo cleared his throat, interrupting the silent staring contest his two friends were having. He very slowly reached into his pocket, so Deku knew what he was doing, and carefully withdrew a deck of Uno cards.

He held it flat out in his open palm so Deku was able to see what it was. When Deku stopped staring at the box with murderous intent, Bakugo removed the cards from the box, tossing it onto the bed so Deku could look at it more closely.

Kirishima watched this exchange with curious eyes. It seemed like the two friends had done this before multiple times. He had a good guess as to why they did it, and he realized that if he ever brought anything with him into this strange white room, he'd have to do the same thing.