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Izuku could hardly believe that time was moving this fast. It felt like just yesterday he’d applied to U.A.’s support course, and yet here he was, weeks later, on his way to his first official class.
He tilted his head towards the sky and closed his eyes, a smile dancing on his face.
Today was going to be excellent.
“DEKU GODDAMN MIDORIYA,”
So, so, excellent.
“You know my first name is not Deku, right?” He asked, lowering his head and turning to look over his shoulder. There, marching forward with a terrifying scowl on his face, was Bakugo Katsuki.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You could have waited up, y’know!” His best friend responded.
“But then I wouldn’t have gotten those few, precious seconds of peace and quiet,” He said with a smirk.
“Ugh. Get moving already, would you? And wipe that stupid look off your face! We have places to be, people!!” The blonde shouted. He started moving forward again once he finished talking, not giving Izuku time to reply. He didn’t mind. Kacchan liked to be on time for things, after all. Plus, he hated when he didn’t get the last word.
They didn’t live far from campus, so the boys just decided it would be easier to walk to school. They barely even had to move off the sidewalk, that’s how easy the walk to U.A. was. They did have to cross one main road though, and neither of them was particularly careful, making the trek slightly more dangerous.
They’d already passed that road though, so there was no reason for an incident to happen today. At least, he hoped not. Last time, he’d had to give up a perfectly good regeneration quirk and nearly exposed himself in the process. He was almost positive that if there was another incident, his mother would kill him.
As he said before, today was going to be excellent. No problems at all.
He ran after his gloomy friend, readier than ever to see what was supposed to be the most magnificent school in the country.
As they walked up to the gates, he couldn’t help but gasp. Kacchan didn’t react, but there was no way he didn’t find it just as impressive.
The entrance was massive and stunning. The metal bits were very shiny, and the grass on the other side was bright green and perfectly trimmed. It did, however, smell of fresh paint. Apparently, even a school as prestigious as U.A. needed touch-ups every once in a while. One of the most interesting things about the entrance though was the row of crows sitting across the top of the gate.
He locked eyes with Kacchan, really hoping he wasn’t hallucinating. All his friend did was nod before walking forward and past the gates.
Probably just… a decorative choice on the principal’s part. Not an omen.
Today was going excellently.
He followed Katsuki onto campus, only for alarms to immediately start blaring.
“How did you manage to piss off the heroes already, Kacchan?” He questioned, avoiding the fact that he set off the alarms.
“ME?! IT STARTED WHEN YOU-” He was spared from whatever Kacchan had to say next by the appearance of a very small, strange, white creature.
“Whoops! Sorry about that, my dear students. Well, I’m not really, because it was completely intentional. Hello Midoriya, Bakugo,” The rat announced.
“Uhhhhh,” Izuku muttered intelligently. Kacchan gave a sound like a scoff but didn’t say anything.
“I am Nedzu, the principal here at U.A. high school! The alarm was simply to alert me when you had arrived, nothing more. I came as soon as I heard it!” The creature – Nedzu – said, answering his unspoken question.
“And, uhm, how did you get here so quick?” Izuku may have been the one to ask, but it looked as though Katsuki wanted to know the same thing.
“Yes,” The principal responded.
“Oh, ok the-”
“Come on in, students! U.A. waits for no one! Except for me, of course, and maybe for Taylor Swift, but she’s not here and I am!” Nedzu interrupted.
“Who’s Taylor Swift? What the fuck does that even mean?” Kacchan whispered to him. He did nothing but shrug in response, trailing after the rat principal.
“Did you two appreciate the crows?” Nedzu asked as he escorted them inside.
“Uh-”
“They sucked actually. Clashes with the color scheme on the gate,” Kacchan replied.
“Ahh. Thank you for the input. There’s this new company on the rise, some old man wanted to reconnect with his family and started a website called ‘Birds of a Feather, Spy Together’ and I thought I’d try it out. I’ll be returning them now,” He responded.
The three walked the rest of the way into the building in silence. The worried glances Izuku shared with Kacchan were the only form of communication.
“This is where we must part ways, I’m afraid. Bakugo, I expect you to be able to find your way to the hero course homeroom on your own. If you don’t mind, Midoriya, I will accompany you to the support homeroom,” Their principal suddenly declared. Izuku was starting to get really uncomfortable with how much this guy knew about him. I mean, he got that he was the principal and all, but it was creepy.
“You should kill that mumbling habit, Midoriya,” Nedzu said as they began walking down the hall to the support homerooms.
“Oh. Sorry, uh, sir,” Wow, that sucked. He wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from how embarrassing that was.
He did recover, very soon actually. He had a quirk that came in handy when he needed to recover from anxiety or embarrassment.
Nedzu walked him all the way up to the door before he spoke again.
“I sincerely hope you enjoy your time at my school, Midoriya. Please don’t destroy anything beyond repair!” And just like that, he was gone, just as fast as he appeared.
“No promises,” Izuku muttered to himself as he opened the door. Once he stepped into the room, all hell broke loose. Or rather, hell had been breaking loose, and he was unfortunate enough to stumble in on it.
He quickly dove to the side as a piece of sharp metal lodged itself in the door, right where he’d been standing a second ago. In doing so, he knocked into a shelf.
Which knocked into a desk. Which fell on the floor, making a loud clang as it did. Papers and scraps scattered across the room.
“Oopsies…” He said after a moment of silence.
“HIIIIIIII! HELLO! FELLOW SUPPORT COURSE STUDENT! YES!” He barely had a moment to breathe before something dirty and pink launched itself in his direction.
The thing, a girl his age with bright pink hair and an alarming smile, threw her arms around his shoulders and started shaking him back and forth.
“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO SHOW UP?! FOREVER, THAT’S HOW LONG! AND YOU LIKE CHAOS LIKE ME! I KNOW YOU DO YOU-” The girl was cut off by a voice coming from deeper into the room, but she was pointing at the bookcase, indicating she was talking about the accident.
“Hatsume, you’ve only been here for 10 minutes. And you’ve already destroyed half of the lab. Back off the poor kid, will ya?” Power Loader said.
“Uhhh, hi?” Izuku stuttered, still regaining his bearings. Hatsume had let go of his shoulders, but she was still grinning eagerly at him.
It was horrifying.
“Hello. I’m Power Loader, your homeroom and support teacher. This is-”
“MEI HATSUME OF HATSUME INDUSTRIES! WILL YOU MAKE BABIES WITH ME?” The girl asked.
Izuku had no idea how she figured out he had a quirk that manufactured plastic babies, and he certainly didn’t want to make any for her.
“...Is that a serious question? Because if it is, we may need to have a cha-”
“YES OF COURSE IT IS!! DIDN’T YOU COME HERE TO INVENT? TO BUILD? TO CREATE? TO-” He tuned her out.
Oh. She calls her inventions babies. Good to know.
“Hatsume, get back in your seat. You there, your name is Midoriya, right? Nedzu told the staff about you so we wouldn’t worry when the alarm went off, but honestly, it just made us way more nervous,” Power Loader admitted.
“Yes, I’m Izuku Midoriya. Sorry about that, I’m not sure what was up with the alarms,” He replied.
“Yeah, us either. Take a seat while we wait for the rest of the students to show up. You’re both a tad early,” The hero said.
Izuku nodded and headed to the metal desk in front of Hatsume. He had a feeling once he got over the heart attack she nearly gave him, they were going to be great friends.
“So, what are you working on?” He questioned, noticing his teacher go to clean up everything he’d knocked over out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t know yet! It’s the best when that happens, isn’t it!!” Hatsume responded. There was something about the glint in her eye that was contagious, and he found himself grinning along with her.
“It is! My friend Katsuki just doesn’t get it, but it’s so exciting to just fuck around with a bunch of stuff and see what comes out of it! I used to have this really big phase with genetics, and when I was little that’s what…” He trailed off, finally realizing why Hatsume called inventions ‘babies’. They were kind of like babies, just way cooler.
“We are going to get along excellently,” He said definitively.
She beamed, jumping up from her seat and doing some kind of weird celebratory dance. In the midst of this, students had started to enter the classroom, filling up the empty tables. They stayed away from Hatsume and him, probably wisely. He had a feeling they were going to get into a lot of shit together.
“Me too!” Hatsume exclaimed suddenly from her seat behind him.
“Huh?”
“You were talking really quietly. My ears may not be as good as my eyes-” She pointed one finger at each as she said that, pupils dilating and contracting on command. “But I can still hear, silly!”
“Oh, sorry. By the way, what’s up with your eyes?” He sat up a bit straighter, excited by the idea of a new quirk.
“My quirk!” Score! He was right, as usual. “It’s called Zoom! It’s pretty straight forward, lets me zoom in on objects, people, animals, you name it, from far away! What’s yours, ‘Zuku? Can I call you ‘Zuku?” She asked.
Izuku had gotten over his fear of that question long ago. Well, not of being asked about nicknames, but about his quirk. For some reason however, the idea of losing this new friendship over something like a quirk made him nervous.
“Izuku or ‘Zuku is fine if you want. And, uh, I don’t have a quirk,” Not officially, anyway.
“Oh! Fun! You must’ve had to work extra-hard then, huh? My quirk can come in handy with this stuff, but you! You have none! What’s it like? Is it true that your little toe is different from ours? Do you really eat cats?!” She rambled.
“It’s… well, I’m not sure,” He said honestly. He didn’t know what it was like to be quirkless, seeing as he wasn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. “It’s all I’ve ever known, so I don’t have anything to compare it to. My toe is different in the sense that I have an extra joint. And, no, I don’t eat cats,” He answered. He was pretty confused on that last question. Did people with quirks genuinely think that quirkless people ate cats? Or was that a Hatsume thing?
His train of thought was interrupted by Power Loader finally starting class.
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The support course was excellent . Heck, all of U.A. was excellent. The students were accepting, the cafeteria food was delicious, and his classes were phenomenal. He had to study English, math, and history, but he also got to pick some of his classes. His favorites were quirk studies, psychology, and, of course, his support class.
He couldn’t stop talking to Kacchan about it on the way home. The blonde did his fair share of talking too. It was obvious they were both elated after their first day.
The crows were gone when they left and Izuku couldn’t be more grateful about it. Something about them set him on edge. He didn’t like the way Nedzu described the business he got them from as well.
…some old man wanted to reconnect with his family….
The boys walked the rest of the way home, giggling and exchanging topics of conversation like little kids.
Neither of them noticed the sleek, black bird following alongside them.