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Chapter 1.
It was a normal first day of school, kids rushing to find their new classes, and teachers in the halls guiding students to where their new classes were. Well, they were guiding most students.
Izuku was not most students, and apparently, he wasn't the only one.
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*knock* *knock* *knock*
"Izuku, sweetie, breakfast is ready! When you're done with breakfast, check the mail, and see if you've got the letter for the classes you're in this year. I've gotta go to work, but I'll see you tonight, Love you!"
"Ok mom, love you too!"
Izuku had woken up feeling a little more tired than usual, but that's to be expected when you spent the night stressing about why your classes weren't there yet, though he guessed since he was quirkless, it was to be expected. He hadn't wanted to bother his mom with it since she needed sleep for work tomorrow. He then proceeded to get dressed in a long sleeve light green shirt and a pair of jeans. He also wore a shirt over his long sleeved shirt that simply read, 'Shirt'. He trudged his way downstairs, still a little groggy, and ate his breakfast, cleaning off most of the plate.
He then went to check the mail, and there were some magazines, and envelopes, but mainly just ones you would throw away. Then he saw the black envelope with a golden seal, and immediately recognized it as the envelope Aldera sent about what class you'll be in. He hurried inside, placed the magazines and the few envelopes on the counter (excluding the black Aldera envelope), and opened the black envelope.
Dear Izuku Midoriya
This year your class placement will be the newest addition to our school,:Class 1-F
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After about 10 minutes of searching, Izuku had finally found Class 1-F. The door looked shinier and newer than the rest of the classrooms, but that didn't come as a surprise, because it had mentioned in the letter Izuku received that this was a new class.
When he walked in their were already 6 other students and a teacher in the room. Izuku took the seat in the top left corner, where he was on the opposite side of the room from the door. He was pretty happy with his luck that the seat was not occupied, because this was the perfect seat for Izuku. It was far enough from the door that people couldn't walk in to class and immediately throw an insult or punch him, but close enough for an easy escape.
As the time for class to start drew near, he noticed that barely anybody was here. He wasn't sure if they wanted to be at class at the last moment, or if there just was barely anybody in this class. It was 5 minutes to class already, and their was only 2 more people than when he entered, which meant their was 9 students (including himslef) so far.
When the bell rang, one more student ran in and took the seat behind him. He had dark eyebags under his eyes and purple gravity defying hair, and Izuku couldn't help but wonder if this was his quirk in play, or just a strange fashion sense.
"Hello class, my name is Daichi Ito, but call me Ito Sensei." His voice was stern and he had a little bit of a dark aura around him. His hair was a messy light blue that faded into dark blue at the tips. He had tattoos along his arms, and he was decently muscular. "This class was made for lost causes, the ones who have no hope, which means I get to teach this class however the fuck I want", he said, aura growing darker with hatred, when suddenly, "pfffffttttt, Naaaah, I'm just playing with ya, well, for the most part!" Ito sensei said, smiling. The dark aura seemed to have vanished, as if it were never there, and in its place was a welcoming aura.
"Everything I said was true, but that entire schtick with my personality was fake. Ya see, I can change mah aura it's my entire quirk or whatever. I can only change my aura though." Now that his entire dark aura thing was gone, he actually seemed like a nice guy. His voice was still rough, but it was gentler, kinder, and more carefree. This might not be as bad of a year as Izuku thought it would.