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Aizawa sighed, bones creaking as he stepped off the bus outside Takoba National Stadium. He left Iida to gather his wild classmates outside the bus while he mentally prepared himself for a motivating speech or whatever.
“Okay class,” 20 heads turned towards him as he spoke. “Today is an important day for you all. Mineta stop eyeballing girls from other schools, or you’ll be expelled before the exam even starts. I want you all to try your best, but I won’t tell you that you have more chances if you don’t make it in, because you only have three years at U.A, and it would be best if you could get your licenses as soon as possible to make the most of your time here. Good luck. Go beyond, plus-”
“ULTRA!”
An energetic voice rang out over the group, one that none of them recognised as a classmate. Aizawa sighed as he turned around, noticing a Shiketsu High School student was smiling brightly behind them. A few second years came over, faces neutral like it was a common occurrence. He raised an eyebrow at the teen, recognising him as Inasa Yoarashi, the boy who had gotten the top recommendation at the U.A exam but still decided to go to Shiketsu.
“Inasa, what have we said about interrupting other schools’ circles?” A mountain of hair lumbered over, somehow his glare was obvious despite the lack of distinctive facial features. Inasa laughed loudly, his smile never wavering as he examined class 1-A, before he bowed low, smashing his face into the ground.
“I sincerely apologise, U.A!” The group was too busy gaping to really take in the words. “I just really wanted to say your motto one time with you! Sorry about this though-”
“You’re freaking them out, Yoa-chan,” A quiet voice echoed out from behind them, and the other three students, Seiji, Camie, and Nagamasa stepped aside lightly, smiling at their friend. “You should wipe the blood off your face before it drips onto your uniform.”
A mop of hair that faded from green to black appeared behind him, the boy pulling a packet of tissues out of his bag. He handed Inasa a bottle of water along with a packet of pills, keeping the tissue in his hand. Inasa quickly swallowed the pill while the boy with emerald eyes wiped at his forehead gently.
“I knew you would forget to take your anxiety medication this morning, so I took the liberty of packing it for you,” The boy smiled kindly at his classmate. He ignored the stares of the U.A students as he wiped off the dirt on Inasa’s face. There was a tense silence until a voice shouted.
“FUCKING DEKU?” Bakugou’s angry screech startled the rest of the class out of their stupor as they looked between the two teens. ‘Deku’ was still smiling, though it turned to ice as his gaze met with Bakugou’s.
Though his students might not have noticed, Aizawa could see the barely hidden rage behind the eyes of the five Shiketsu students, and he leaned away from the bloodlust shining in the eyes of the green-headed boy.
“What did you bribe them with to get them to accept you into Shiketsu huh? You’re just a shitty nerd, what the fuck did you do to get in? Did you cheat on the test?” Bakugou was slowly stalking closer to the boy who was still staring blankly at the raging blond. Fire crackled in his hand but Aizawa didn’t notice until he had leapt onto the boy, aiming a fiery punch at him.
Before he could wrap his capture weapon around him, the boy, ‘Deku’, stepped swiftly to the side, catching his fist without even flinching as explosions warmed his palm.
“Eraserhead-san,” That got a reaction out of the stoic teacher. No one usually recognises him as a hero, let alone know his hero name. “Do I have permission to fight your student in self defence?”
Aizawa gave a confused but sharp nod and watched blankly as the boy socks Bakugou in the stomach before sweeping his legs out from under him. He turned him over, holding his arms down behind his back, palms down so he couldn’t get hit with an explosion. Aizawa’s eyes widened, none of his students would have been level-headed enough to do that with Bakugou, especially without even using a quirk.
“How nice it is to see you again, Katsuki!” Everyone saw the way Bakugou’s eyes went from enraged to astonished, and suddenly their curiosity over the boy’s identity rose higher. “You haven’t changed since middle school, huh? Still using the same tactics you used since we were four, how great! Anyways, I wanted to thank you for the advice you told me! You know, on the day of the slime incident.” Bakugou’s eyes got impossibly wider, and Aizawa’s began to narrow in suspicion.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! How mean, Katsuki. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” ‘Deku’s’ smile became borderline threatening. “The ‘go take a swan dive off the building’ thing?” Bakugou flinched as he felt the gazes of his classmates and the Shiketsu students fall on him. “I’m so glad you told me that, because otherwise I wouldn’t have met Yoa-chan! He told me that you were wrong about everything you told me! Fancy that, Katsuki Bakugou, being wrong . I never took you for a liar , Bakugou! Tell me, is U.A the same as Aldera was, where everyone listened to what you said since you were ‘so strong’ that you would definitely become a hero?”
Aizawa knew he wasn’t the only one staring at Bakugou in shock and disbelief. He didn’t want to believe that one of his students had suicide baited someone and still got into U.A, but knowing Bakugou’s attitude since the beginning of the year, it was very likely that this was all true. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, sending a quick text to Nezu asking him to call him during the exam.
The green and black haired boy noticed the staring and he flushed, stepping off of Bakugou’s back, though the explosive boy was still sitting on the floor in shock. He even didn’t get to ask Bakugou what the hell that was about when the kid, who was now smiling widely, bounded over to him.
“Oh man, it’s so exciting to meet you, Eraserhead-san! I’ve always wanted to meet you, since you’re my favourite underground hero. Oh yeah, I’m Midoriya Izuku by the way. I have so many questions I want to ask you!” Aizawa was growing worried for Izuku’s lungs, since it hadn’t looked like he took a breath of air during all that. “I’m really sorry about attacking your student, especially since it’s right before the exam too, ugh. It was my fault, I thought he wouldn’t recognise me if I didn’t have my typical green hair but I guess I should have redyed the roots last night, I coulda worn some contacts too.”
“Can I have your autograph?” The random jump from one topic to another was confusing for Aizawa, but he found the energy coming from Midoriya was waking him up, more than he had been with his students at least. “I really admire the way you fight since you essentially fight quirkless. All your quirk does is erase someone else's, and that evens the playing field, but since people rely on their quirks so heavily, they end up being beaten up so easily when quirkless huh.”
Nagamasa huffed behind his hair, a smile hidden as he nudged Camie into action. The smiling girl tugged on the back of Midoriya’s collar once he’d gotten his autograph and led him away, following behind Nagamasa and Inasa. Before they left, Seiji leaned over to Aizawa, who was still stunned.
“You should tell your student to watch himself, he shouldn’t be anywhere near our friend after what he did.”
When Seiji finally walked away, Aizawa levelled Bakugou with a hard glare, unsurprised when half of his class did the same. He ignored the small flinch from the blond when he spoke up.
“We will be talking about this later, don’t think that you won’t be yelled at just because you got injured. As a punishment for starting an unwarranted fight, with your quirk at that, you will be sitting out on this exam. And every exam until we hear about this in full. We will be talking later, but as of right now, we will be running late so start changing and heading inside.” Aizawa sighed heavily before he turned back around, rubbing his eyes.
“Bakugou-kun, how did you know that student?”
“Pretty unmanly to attack him out of nowhere, he wasn’t doing anything wrong either.”
“What’s his quirk? He seems pretty strong since he fought you without a quirk.”
“Why’d you call him Deku? He said his name was Midoriya Izuku, didn’t he?”
“What did he mean by swan dive? You didn’t actually say that did you?”
Bakugou piped up numbly, quieter than anyone had heard him before.
“He called me Katsuki, not Kacchan.”