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"There's someone new in class.."
"Really? Oh oh I want to meet them!!"
"I hope it's a girl....."
"Mineta-chan, please do not harass her if she is.."
"Let's do our best to welcome them!"
It was their second year in UA.
It wasn't surprising to see a new face in the class. They'd be a total of 22 students now, including Shinso.
But Bakugo couldn't care any less. He had better things to think of.
"Back to your seats." Aizawa grumbled, walking into the room. Surprisingly, he was assigned to be their homeroom teacher in their second year. It wasn't known if he chose that, or if Nezu did.
Or the students did?
Either way, contemplating on the reason was not that important.
"This year, two new students will be joining the class. You know the first one. The second is a student that transferred to UA and got placed in this class. Treat them both nicely." He spoke as two students walked in.
One was a familiar face with a nice mop of purple hair, and eye bags that never really disappeared.
Another was a person with (h/l) (h/c) hair, soft (e/c) eyes, and lips pressed together while they kept their gaze down. They wore the standard UA uniform in the normal manner with no additional features.
The class stared at both of them. Some were excited, others were pleased, and the local explosive boy couldn't bother caring.
Or so they thought.
He had his eyes on the unnamed newcomer. They had soft eyes that.. held some kind of fear in them. Their lips were pressed together nervously. Their hands were gripping their bag. Did anyone else notice this?
Maybe Deku did. He was equally good at reading people anyway.
They looked.. so vulnerable. There was something about them that yelled 'be gentle with me.. please'.
"Shinso Hitoshi. Nice to see you all again." He returned the smile of his friends before walking to his seat, leaving the newcomer standing in front alone.
"..." they fidgeted a little, letting out a soft exhale "(l/n) (y/n).. i am.. new.. and i have uhm.. my.. my quirk is Manifestation..I'm.." oh, they were shy.
"Sorry.." they mumbled out, feeling a little pathetic for not being able to talk straight. Basing on Aizawa's faze, it seemed like they were still being given time to talk.
Of course. All teachers were aware of this student's conditions. They needed help, and they knew that. They were receiving help. They wanted to help others like them too.
So even if they were scared, they were going to give their all.
"I'm a little uhm.. sensitive.. but.. I'm trying my best..!" They managed to smile "nice to meet you all.."
They were met with kind smiles and gazes as they walked to their seat, all with a pair of red eyes gazing at them.
Sensitive, huh? That explained their softness.
But there was something else.
Something deeper.
But it wasn't his place to pry. It wasn't his place to ask. Or to find out more. Sure, he was a little curious, but he had many more things to think of than a newcomer with a fragile aura.
But he did wonder how someone who looked and sounded like a lost kitten with no mother.. get into UA's hero course, and into their class?
Well, he'd probably find out soon, right?
He'd love to see how they'd manage themselves.