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Shota didn’t mind his class this year.
Not that he likes all of them, he doesn’t, most of them though, he does. He doesn’t like Mineta and has tried to expel him before, unfortunately being denied when he tried. He gets annoyed by Tensei’s younger brother, Tenya Iida sometimes. He isn’t Uraraka’s biggest fan, she bothers him but he is yet to know why. Shota isn’t sure about a few other students as well, but they all, but Mineta, had potential so far so he doesn’t say anything.
Shota likes Kaminari, he thinks his energy is pleasant and he really is trying hard. He appreciates Tsu’s, as she asked to be called, blunt way of speaking. He enjoys Ashido’s positive energy, though he doesn’t love gossip.
Shoto, as he asked him to call him, Shota knew he had a soft spot for, definitely, because when recently we moved the students into the dorms, he confessed to him what his home life was like and Nezu, discreetly, without the public's knowledge and much to Endeavours rage, got Shoto out of Endeavours custody. Nemuri was now the boy's guardian, he would go home with her on holidays. They thought it would be best to put him with a mother figure instead of another male, the boy didn’t grow up with his mother, who he learned he started visiting after the sports festival.
Hitoshi, Hizashi’s adopted child, is his personal student. After the sports festival he approached him, we didn’t know each other well at that point in time, and took him under his wing. He knew bits and pieces of the child’s past, as Hizashi and him had remained close friends after our break up, Hitoshi started living with Hizashi when he was 11, two years after our break up. He knew the kid had a rough past and Shota understood what being the villain kid was like. After he took Hitoshi under his wing he started calling him Uncle, which felt nice. Shota was frustrated that Nezu kept putting off transferring the kid into his class, Hizashi was pissed about it too.
Shota didn’t know how to feel about Bakugo sometimes. He was an angry boy and while sometimes he could be calm, it wasn’t always or necessarily long lasting. Though part of the reason he was angry was because of his quirk, he wasn’t necessarily actually angry all of the time, it was more of an act. Sometimes the boy was unnecessarily mean too. The boy was smart, one of the best students in the class grade wise. He had been kidnapped at camp, which was awful, Shota hated that he couldn't get to him before he was taken. Bakugo, while he would never admit it of course, cared about his classmates and showed it in discrete ways whether he realised it or not. Bakugo seemed to have chosen Midoriya, who he believed went to the same middle school as the blond, as a rival of some sort.
Midoriya. Midoriya was probably his favourite student if he was honest with himself. Midoriya clearly didn’t want anything to do with the rivalry Bakugo had started, really he didn’t seem to want much to do with any of his classmates, which reminded Shota of his younger days. Though the boy was oh so caring and helped in whatever way he could. He helped Kaminari realise he was a human taser, that he shouldn’t be trying to shoot electricity out of him, especially not a load of it like he had been doing. Midoriya helped both Momo and Hagakure, before Shota could broach the topic with them, telling them that there were suits that could be made with their DNA, instead of having to wear basically nothing or extremely exposing clothing. Sometimes he would silently pet Dark Shadow while class was in session and the quirk-being needed attention, because Tokoyami would get overwhelmed at times by the multitasking. Shoto had mentioned and everyone who had watched the sports festival had seen Midoriya make Shoto realise that it was ok to use his fire, that it was his to use. Midoriya saved Kota from Muscular, using a swift chop to the back of the neck while he was still unnoticed by the man. Midoriya was the one who managed to save Eri, unnoticed by Overhaul, while the rest of those in on the raid fought.
Sometimes Midoriya was dragged around by Uraraka and Iida, Tsu following. Shoto had clearly gotten attached after their fight and took any opportunity simply to be around the boy. Hitoshi had also gotten attached after their fight, even though apparently he had said some things that the other didn’t acknowledge but were probably untrue. Hitoshi tended to end up sitting at whatever table Midoriya was sitting at sometimes. Shota honestly thinks Hitoshi and Shoto might have a crush on Midoriya, if not now then probably will develop one.
Midoriya was an interesting kid. He was quiet and his face didn’t usually express his emotions much. He was pale, his freckles stood out on his skin, his hair was black but he believes it’s dyed, because he has seen green tints to his roots before. His eyelids are droopy and his eyes are a vibrant green, it’s dark but in the right light they seem to glow a neon colour. The boy was 5’0ft and thin, but still had muscle. He had a small ghost shaped pin on his blazer along with some old safety pins along the edge of the collar.
He didn’t go out of his way to talk to anyone and often wont respond in a conversation. He doesn’t seem to respect teachers all that much, or maybe it’s heroes, or both, or adults in general. Shota thinks that the only reason that he seems to respect him at least slightly, is because of the USJ.
Well there’s definitely a reason, that Midoriya acts the way he does.
The child is quirkless and quirkless people aren’t treated kindly.
Shota doesn’t think that anyone actually knows the kid is quirkless in the class besides Bakugo, which makes him fear what could happen should the class find out.
Shota feels like there is probably a way he could help the small child, but he isn’t sure how.
Midoriya’s mother Shota had yet to meet, for she had sent her acceptance of the dorms to the school, because she was out of town.
It had been a few weeks since the students moved into the dorms and families were going to be welcomed onto campus to interact with the children. Inko Midoriya was coming to this meetup.