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“Okay class, sit down,” Aizawa says as he walks into the class, too tired to even see if they go to their desks.
Three seconds is what it took them to get to their seats. Not bad. New record for them. Aizawa sighs and rubs his eyes, looking at the class from the podium. It was barely 8:30 in the morning and he was exhausted already from the meeting they had an hour ago.
“All right then, today is a weird day,” Aizawa says and sighs, “For some reason that is not rational, there are four students from America visiting with their two teachers. They are here to observe a hero school and have chosen Yuuei. They are from a special hero class in their country and they will participate in today’s classes.”
“Why are American students visiting us? They’re from a hero school already so why are they interested in a hero school here in Japan?” Jiro asks and looks at him confused, everyone also confused.
“Ask them yourself. Come in Gustavo-san,” Aizawa says and sees the door open.
“Dogs! Behind me!” A booming voice says in English, causing the floor to tremble a little, scaring the students.
“Be nice, Gustavo. Remember, not everyone is used to your booming voice,” A young lady says as she walks in, carrying a folder and holding a phone.
“Yeah, Gustavo! Be nice!”
“Carlos don’t touch that!”
“Carlos! Where are your gloves?!”
The class of 20 watch as the podium in front of Aizawa bursts and turns into rubble. That’s a powerful quirk, very destructive apparently. Yet, the rubble was smaller than they thought, almost like pebbles. There was four boys around their age, fairly tall and lanky and wearing normal street clothes. They all shove and push each other until a simple glare from the young lady made them calm down and standing in a line.
“This here is Gustavo-san. He is these four boys teacher,” Aizawa introduces him, “The young lady next to him is Kelly-san, his assistant.”
“It’s very nice to meet you,” Kelly introduces herself and smiles, “We’re very honored to be here and see the future heroes of Japan.”
“Kelly-san?” Midoriya raises his hand and waits for her to look at him, “Can I ask why you’re here?” He asks in English, deciding it’s good practice for them.
“We’re here to observe the best hero school in Japan. The boys here are interested in heroes from other countries and we let them choose any country to visit,” Kelly asks and smiles at him, Midoriya feeling comforted by her smile for some reason.
At that time Present Mic walked in, waving and explaining he would translate for any students who didn’t understand what was being said. He would also be translating for the American group in case they had troubles as well.
“Dogs! Introduce yourselves to these well behaved students. You could learn from them,” Gustavo says, his voice now much calmer and looks at the four boys.
“Oh right! Who’s first?”
“Me!” “No me!” “I’m always first!”
“Logan! You go first!” Kelly says in an exasperated tone, looking over at the teens.
“I will,” Logan grins and steps forward, smiling at the group, “Hello! My name is Logan Mitchell. I understand you go by last name here but you can call me Logan,” He introduces himself and nods, “Uhm, I enjoy math and I’ll be joining your math class.”
“Me next!” The one with longer hair and a need for attention says, “My name is James Diamond, a pleasure,” He winks, making some of the girls roll their eyes.
“They’re not here to flirt you idiot,” The one with blond hair rolls his eyes and shoves him back, “My name is Kendall Knight. Nice to meet you.”
“And I’m Carlos Garcia!” The last one with a permanent smile waves, now wearing gloves that cover four of his fingers in each hand.
The 20 students just blinked and didn’t know what to do now. They stay quiet and look at their teacher for help, who just stared exhausted while the other was translating and poking at their homeroom teacher.
“Woah! That’s so cool! What’s your quirk?” Carlos grins as he stood in front of Sero, making him jump.
“Uh Uhm, I can produce tape form my elbows,” Sero explains slowly, doing his best in English and shows his elbows to the destructive teen.
“I can turn things into rubble five finger contact!” Carlos says and takes off a glove, his friends not being able to stop him as he touched Sero’s desk, watching as it fell down into a big pile of broken wood, “It only works on inanimate objects, so no need to worry.”
“We apologize for him. He has no impulse control,” Logan says and pulls Carlos back, leaving Sero shell shocked.
“Anyways, they’ll be joining the class for one month. They won’t join in the heroics portion unless they choose to but even then it won’t be anything heavy for the first week they’re here. They’ll be staying at the dorms as well. Please behave and do not embarrass the school or this class,” Aizawa tells them and sighs, “Get ready for English class now. Practice your English with these boys. Gustavo-san, Kelly-san,” Aizawa says and walks out ahead of them.
“Behave, got it?” Kelly says firmly, all four boys nodding, “I mean it. We’ll be getting evaluation reports on you four and you better do the class work.”
The three adults leave, leaving behind Present Mic. They were given free time as they had twenty minutes until class started. The four teens go to the four seats in the back, the class dissolving into chatter amongst friends. The American boys didn’t mind, talking with each other but stop as they see the boy that asked Kelly a question. They noticed the scars in his hands and face, along with his mop of green curly hair.
“Hi, my name is Midoriya Izuku. You can call me either, or Izuku, if it’s easier,” Midoriya introduces himself, Logan noticing that he seemed to be vibrating.
“Nice to meet you, Izuku. That’s fun to say. Izuku,” Logan says and smiles at him.
“I wanted to ask a...question! What are your quirks?” Midoriya asks and pulls a chair over to one of the desks.
“Oh, our quirks?” Kendall tilts his head and looks at James along with the others.
“It’s funny, kind of. It’s called Siren,” James explains and sees his friends take out noise canceling headphones. He hits a G-note once they put it on and it causes those less than five feet away to become enchanted by his voice, their eyes turning blue. Once he stops hitting the note, their eyes going back to normal. “I can enchant people when I hit a G-note. It makes them freeze and it only breaks once I stop doing it.”
“Woah,” Midoriya grins and starts scribbling down in his notebook, “Awesome, very interesting. I wonder if you’re able to stretch it out longer and being able to use different notes possibly and it could make them do different things,” He mumbles on.
The four teens blink and listen to the boy mumble on in his home language, wondering what was being said. Though, James didn’t seem to care because he liked the attention his quirk was getting.
“Deku, stop it,” Bakugo grumbles, making the green haired boy stop and blush.
“My quirk is Detect,” Logan says and looks at Midoriya, speaking in Japanese as he had took some classes months before they came, “I can detect danger and do my best to avoid it.”
“Like this?!” Bakugo shouts and causes an explosion towards Logan.
Logan sighs as he already knew thirty seconds beforehand that an explosion would happen. He had already moved and watches as the explosive teen lands face first on his desk. He shrugs and sits down once he was pulled back by a red haired kid.
“Yeah,” Logan nods and grins, “But so far I can only detect for myself, not others. I’m still trying to train that part of me. You seem to be an expert on quirks, Midoriya. Do you have an analysis quirk?” He asks in English this time.
Midoriya’s head snaps up and his cheeks, actually entire face, goes red and shakes his head quickly. He starts to ramble on quickly that the boys couldn’t decipher his words. The four tilt their heads and keep staring at Midoriya, who was now stuttering.
“No, he has a super strength quirk,” A boy with half white and half red hair says as he walks over, “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he had an analysis quirk.”
Logan translates as best as he could for his friends and they nod. “My apologies, but you truly do seem to have an analysis quirk,” Logan chuckles and avoids a shoe thrown at him by Bakugo.
“And you Kendall-kun?” Midoriya asks once his cheeks cooled down.
“Me?” Kendall asks and chuckles, “Well, I’m quirkless actually. Though, if I did have one, it would have to be amazing aim, being good at hockey, causing chaos, and being a skilled fighter. Black belt.”
Silence surrounded the class and they all stare at him. Midoriya stares at Kendall with a shocked look, mostly because of how relaxed he was that he was quirkless and his friends didn’t seem bothered. Quirkless. He was quirkless and it didn’t seem to bother him.
“Why am I being stared at?” Kendall whispers to his friends.
“I don’t know. This is weird,” Carlos whispers and looks at Kendall, who just nods.
“You’re quirkless?” Midoriya asks softly, setting down his notebook.
“Yeah. Why is that so weird?” Kendall asks confused, “My mom and sister are quirkless as well. We make it up with intelligence and fighting skills.”
“You guys act like it isn’t normal. Not everyone has a quirk back in the United States,” Logan explains and shrugs, “That’s why learning self defense is encouraged back home. About forty five percent of the population has a quirk.”
“Kelly is quirkless as well but she’s really smart and amazing at organization. She also keeps our producer calm,” James explains to them and yawns, “God, I’m tired.”
Midoriya just stayed silent and Present Mic announces that class is starting soon. Everybody goes back to their seat and no one notices how tense Midoriya and Bakugo are. English class soon begins and the four boys in the back were still wondering why everyone was shocked at the news of Kendall. They shrugged it off and listened to class for once, knowing they had to behave.
“You sure this will help?” Gustavo asks as he looks at Aizawa through his sunglasses.
“I’m sure. My class need to learn from others and realize that quirks aren’t everything,” Aizawa explains, having seen from the cameras the shock from everyone.
“You two act like fathers,” Kelly points out as she wrote down a few notes.
Both men ignore her comment, not wanting to admit that they’re fond of their kids. This month was going to be a wild ride.