In Japan, back to school is happening during April, when the cherry trees are blooming.
Dust decided to go to U.A to follow a teaching towards the heroic path.
He woke up, the lump in the stomach. The frail silhouette passed the night at Viktor's bar, in an attic arranged just for him. He came down from the ladder, left from the secret passage and entered the principal room. Viktor was already there, a glass in his hand and files in front of him.
Hearing Dust coming, he looked up at him and gave him a warm smile. Dust didn't give it back to him, the pressure of back to school was too big, and his anxiety was only strengthening this unpleasant feeling.
" So sit down. " Said Viktor.
Dust did so and looked at the man next to him.
" You are worried because of the risks ? "
Dust acquiesced.
Viktor let out a small sigh before taking him in his arms.
" What will have to happen, will happen. Stop thinking about tomorrow and enjoy now and don't forget : No matter what you do, I'll always stay by your side and will never stop loving you. Loving you for who you are, not what you're doing. "
Dust looked at him with surprise.
Dust came at the classroom with the firsts. After a few minutes, the rest of the class came and with her, the principal teacher.
His name was Shota Aizawa, or more known as his hero name :" Eraserhead ".
As soon as he walked through the door that the kid with pink hair started to analyze.
It was a habit that he made grow with time. Know better people, or potential victims.
For him, Aizawa was an exhausted and weary person. Strong-minded but also very hard, however, he suspected that it was for the own good of his students. Aizawa also seemed to be a person working way too much, very rational and also not very social who will tend to recluse himself.
Here was the conclusion Dust came with about him.
Barely he finished that the teacher started talking.
" The principal gave us carte blanche for the first day, all of you, go change yourself in sportswear and join me on the field. "
No students were seeing this new coming, but, they did as the teacher said despite their reluctance.
In front of the changing rooms, a trembling silhouette was standing.
" What will they say in front of all my bandages ? "
The person hesitated a moment before finally opening the door to change themselves.
They slowly began to take off the layers of clothes, feeling looks on them.
" What are they thinking about ? "
" I'm vile. "
" I wish I had their beautiful body. "
. . .
" Hey Chinmoku, are you okay ? You have a lot of bandages on you, are you injured ? "
. . .
" What to say ? "
Dust started searching for words in his head, trying to be not too long to answer.
An idea then came to him.
" Oh, it's nothing, don't worry, I'm training a lot, so there are a lot of injuries. "
" I see, take care of yourself then. "
It was neither a lie, neither the truth. And it was enough.
On the sport fields, the students were taking place, waiting for Aizawa's instructions.
It was only simple tests to determine the proficiency of the quirk on the part of the students.
The tests could be a race, long jumps, brute force measurement, etc. . .
Once all the tests have been passed, a board showed up with the ranking of each student. EraserHead told that the last one of the ranking would be dismissed of the school, and the last one was Izuku Midoriya.
Izuku Midoriya was a shy and awkward boy, he was also full of good will, determined with big hopes and dreams.
His quirk was allowing him to concentrate his strength, but, each time he was using it, it was breaking his bones. To avoid himself from breaking his bones, he had to not use his quirk and then sacrificed each tests except one.
This put him last in the rankings.
On his face, we could see (EMOTIONAL DAMAGE) how much he was broken. However, a girl with black hair, then said it was a lie to motivate the students to give all they had in the exercise.
Midoriya was then relieved.
The day passed quickly.
At the end of the classes, the students walked back home.
But a person was staying there, observing the cherry blossom's floating in the sky, making a way towards the ground, where they'll slowly arrive.
It was an ephemeral beauty, present with the blue of the sky and the spring breeze.
It was like this, we savored it.
The back to school.
Chinmoku's Tragedy (VOLUME 1)...
By Dust2-0X
" You'll make it Dust, I believe in you. " These were the last words he spoke before he died some time later... More