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Chapter One: Greetings and Directions
“Person Identified: Shouta Aizawa”
“Height: 183 Cm”
“Hair color: Black”
“Skin color: Pale white”
“Eye color: Black”
“Quirk: Erase/The ability to erase the quirk of anyone he looks at, once he blinks his quirk turns off.”
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“Now that all the paperwork is filled..” the gruff voice spoke, “Should I tell the class or will you? We must keep this quick, I’m missing my nap because of you.”
I hummed, tapping my fingers against my pant leg, “I won’t mind telling them, but you must understand it’ll take a bit.” The man yawned, the sound of clothes shuffling coming to play.
“I don’t care, as long as you problem children don’t get too loud. Home room lasts only an hour so make it quick.” He stated. I nodded, another shuffle.
“Now, I’ll lead you to your class, since you're two months late we already have a class rep so I’ll leave you in his care.” I hum again, standing up. Shuffling my left foot slightly to the side, feeling my backpack slouch against my foot.
I lean down, feeling the rough texture on my fingertips. I soon catch onto the shoulder straps, pulling it up and over my right shoulder.
“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Aizawa-Sensei.” He huffed, lifting my hand and I reached back against my muzzle. Clicking the rounded button on the back, hearing the light beep against my ear.
“Good morning Eijirou, shall I lead the way?” The Automated voice said, I chuckled. So sweet for an AI.
“If you’ll please-“
“We must get going, you can talk to your google maps later.”
“Oh yeah, sorry Mr. Aizawa.”
“Turn to your right, and Take four steps forward. Careful of the couch.”
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We made it to the room, I think. “Aizawa? Are we here?” I asked, moving my weight from side to side. Running my palm up and down my shoulder strap. Nervous.
“We have made it to the door, Class 1-A. Around 19 heat signatures are coming from the room. 19 students in all.”
“19, huh?”
“Are you ready, we don’t have all day.” A gruff voice said once more.
“Yes sir! I’m ready, wouldn’t be manly if I weren't.” I beamed, I had made it to UA, a school for rising heroes. And I’m going to be the first blind one to make it big.
I heard a click and the sound of a door sliding , I breathed in. All I can do now is survive. Sounds of talking went hush.
“Doorway clear, walk forward 6 steps, pause one set of stairs, walk forward one, turn half-way to your left, stop.”
“Hello class, to get down to business, this is the new transfer student, Kirishima Eijirou. The reason why he is late is something he had planned to tell you himself. Don’t get too loud, if any of y’all pull something i won't be happy. I’m taking a nap, don’t wake me up. “
“It’s time to speak, go on.”
‘Uh, hi. I’m Kirishima Eijirou. The reason why I'm late is because, well, I’m Blind.”
I heard shuffling, hush breaths, no words, I breathed in.
“If any of y’all have questions don’t be afraid to ask, and i'm not quite sure what 'raising your hand’ looks like, cause im blind, so just ask away.”
Another shuffle, this is awkward, do they already not like me?
“Are- are you really blind?!” The voice was light, full of questions, a girl maybe?
“Oh yeah, I am. I can’t see you guys but I can see light, so those people sitting closest to it, I can make out a bit of their bodies. Except for the top row seat, is someone sitting there?”
“Yeah! My quirk makes me Invisible so you can’t see me!”
I turn towards the voice, an invisibility quirk? What does that supposed to look like?
“Well hello there, I'm Kirishima!” I beamed
“Hagakure! It’s nice to meet you!” Girl voice, I'm sure. “Also question why are you wearing that face mask thing? Why does it look like that? What’s with the horns?”
So many questions, not a lot of time.
“Well it’s how I see, it has an AI built in that scans the area and helps me see. Not literally SEE more of like google maps i guess? It gives me directions. The horns are how I can identify a person.”
“H-how does t-that work?” A boy? He sounds really nervous.
“Well I can show you how I can remember a person by feeling them. Would you mind coming up here?”
“N-not at a-all!”
He stands, the sound of his chair moving, click, click, click. His shoes, closer, he must’ve been a ways away.
“Heat signature, 5 feet away. 4 feet. He’s standing 3 feet away from you.”
“Hi.”
“H-hi.”
“Your name is?”
“Oh Izuku Midoriya! Sorry I forgot to tell you! M-my friends call me Deku!”
I lean forward, pressing my buddie horns against his forehead,
“Person identified, Izuku Midoriya”
“Height: 166 cm”
“Hair color: Green”
“Eye color: Green”
“Skin color: A few shades darker than pale.”
“Woah.”
“Hello Midoriya! It’s very nice to see you!”
The class gave a collective “Holy shit” I laughed. Soon I heard more footsteps, along with a “Shove off Kaminari I wanna go first.”
This is going to take a while.
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“It’s nice to meet you Sato!” I beamed, “Now was that everyone? I heard this class had 19 students, I only counted 18..”
“Oh yeah about that,” That was Kaminari. “The last person is Bakugou, he’s a big meanie and very introverted.”
“Are you talking shit about me dunce face?!” OH, that voice was new. It was rough, sounds like all he does is scream.
“Oh Hey Bakugou, do you mind coming up here so I can identify you?”
“Hell no, after today you’ll never be talking to me again. You don’t deserve to know my name.” He spoke, and I heard a grumble of “rude” from the class.
“Red Wing?”
“Hello Eijirou, where would you like to go?”
“Can you lead me to his desk?”
“Of course, turn to your right and step forward 5 steps. Walk down the one step stairs. Turn to your left half-way, step forward for 7 feet.”
“Holy shit, how-“
“Her name is Red Wing, and she helps me move.” I stopped where Red told me too, turning to my right and finding his deck with my hand. “You say I don't deserve to know your name, but we’re both here to become heroes. I’d like to know who I'm going to be working with for the next 3 years.”
“Tch, do whatever.” Bakugou spoke.
Leaning forward, I find Bakugou's forehead, pressing my buddie horns against his head in practiced perfection.
“Person identified: Katsuki Bakugou”
“Hight: 172 Cm”
“Hair Color: Blonde”
“Eye color: Red”
“Skin color: A type of Ivory”
“Quirk: Explosion/ can create calculated explosions through his sweat. (Has hints of nitroglycerin)”
“It’s going to be great working with you,” I say, pulling from his proximity.
“Bakugou..”