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“You have to work for me, Izuku,” my dad said, he was on the verge of screaming. “You are my son!”
I had to suppress an eye roll. “Are you trying to make my life harder?” I demanded. “I'm already going to UA as the first quirkless student. I don't need to be a traitor, aswell!”
“I don't care, Izuku. You are my son and you will listen to me unless you want to be like Tenko,” my dad said, raising a challenging eyebrow.
I froze. Tenko is my older brother. The only reason he actually works with our father is because our dad threatened him. Threatened his life. He wasn't trying to threaten my life, now, was he?
“You're threatening me, now?” I asked, raising my own challenging eyebrow.
“If it's what I have to do to get you to join me, then yes, I am,” he said, arms crossed over his chest.
“Ugh, fine,” I said, throwing my arms up in exasperation, after a few minutes of silence.
“At least you know what's good for you, Izuku,” he said, ruffling my hair as he walked away.
Once the door closed behind him, I sighed. Why do I have to join him? Why couldn't he ask Kacchan or something?...actually Kacchan probably would've exploded his face, so I guess that's why he didn't ask him. But why do I have to be the traitor? My life will already be hard at UA, being the first quirkless student in the hero course. Why do I have to be the traitor, aswell? I know Yuga Aoyama got into UA, and I know his family works with All For One, my father, but apparently since I'm his son, I have to be a villain and not the people who actually asked him to give or take their quirks.
I sighed, again, as I got ready for my first day at UA. I was excited to actually have a chance at my dream, but if I get caught as the UA traitor, my dad will either kill me before I can get to that point in my life, or I'll be blacklisted from every hero school in the world, and I'll have no chance at becoming a hero. I shook my head to get rid of that train of thought. I quickly finished putting my stuff into my backpack and zipped it up before throwing my old, yellow backpack over my shoulder and leaving my room.
I didn't even stop in the kitchen to get breakfast. I just walked to the foyer of our apartment, and I put on my shoes. I didn't feel like calling out to my father as I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I made my way towards the train station. I was kicking a rock all the way there. I got to the station just in time since when I got there, my train was just starting to board. I got on the train and decided to pull out my analysis notebook, No.15. I filled up two notebooks with analysis in the past 10 months since I was working on organizing my analysis.
The hero I started analyzing last night before I went to bed was an underground hero, NightHawk. Her quirk is called eyescope. Her quirk allows her to adjust her vision, so if she gets flash banged or the lights go out, she can still see perfectly fine. She can also see things that are really far away, and she can see really close details. Her quirk is so amazing. NightHawk is one of my favorite underground heroes. She's probably second on my list after Eraserhead.
Eraserhead is both my favorite underground hero and my favorite hero. He's been my inspiration since I was four. Even though I idolized All Might when I was younger, Eraserhead was the hero I aspired to be since he fights basically quirkless. Eraserhead’s quirk is called erasure. When it’s active, it allows him to suppress a person's quirk factor. His quirk activates through his eyes. He has to be looking at his target to be able to erase their quirk factor, and once he blinks, his quirk deactivates.
I'm so excited to get to UA. Eraserhead is a teacher at UA, so maybe I'll get to see him around the school. I wonder who my homeroom teacher is gonna be. All of the teachers are heroes, so no matter who I get as a homeroom teacher, I'll be excited. The train finally made it to my stop, so I put away my notebook and got off the train. I started walking towards UA. As I approached the gate, I could see a crowd of reporters. I know UA hasn't released the information about All Might working here, so either they're here for another reason–it’s unlikely, but hey you never know–or one of the incoming first years put it up on social media.
I sighed as I got closer to the reporters. I started pushing my way through the crowd when I heard someone yell, “Oh my god! It's Izuku Midoriya, the son of the famous quirk analyst, Hisashi Midoriya!” Fuck. The reporters all started closing in on me.
“What’s your quirk?” one reporter asked.
“What's it like being the son of a famous analyst?” another reporter asked.
“Are you in the hero course?” someone asked.
“Are you a first year student?” another asked.
I acted like I was unfazed by their questions, and I didn't answer as I looked around for an escape. There was a small gap between two reporters that I might be able to squeeze through. Right as I was about to try my escape plan, one reporter said, “You're so lucky to be the son of a famous analyst, but you probably only got in because Hisashi’s your father and not because of your skills.”
I stopped moving. I turned my head to look at the reporter. When he realized he had my attention, he started rapid firing questions at me as every other reporter shut their mouths. At least the other reporters knew when to shut up. “What the fuck did you just say?” I asked, glaring at the man as I cut him off.
He stopped talking. “Huh? Oh, I said you're lucky to be Hisashi's son, but you probably only got in because he's your father,” the man said, smiling proudly.
I punched the man in the nose. I made sure I didn't break his nose, though. The man staggered backwards holding his nose. Several of the reporters gasped and took a step away from me. “You really think I want to take advantage of my father's fame to get into a good school? That's the last thing I would do. I don't care who my father is. I didn't get into UA because my father recommended me. I got into UA by going through the regular hero course entrance exam. I could've gone into general studies and I would've been fine with it. I wouldn't have gone crying to my father screaming and crying that I didn't get into the hero course. I would work my ass off to get into the hero course like Eraserhead did when he was at UA. So don't come over to me and tell me I only got into this school because of my father,” I said, glaring daggers into the reporter.
“Damn,” a voice said from behind me. I turned my head to see a boy with gravity defying, purple hair and very pronounced eye bags. “That's badass. Wanna get away from the reporters?”
I studied the boy for a minute, trying to decide if I could trust him. I nodded and walked towards him. “Let's go,” I said, looking into his amethyst eyes.
The boy nodded and grabbed my hand to drag me away from the reporters. Once we were inside the UA gates, he started talking. “I'm Hitoshi Shinsou. You're Izuku Midoriya, right?” he asked, turning his head slightly to see my face.
I nodded. “It's nice to meet you, Shinsou,” I said as we walked towards the building.
“It's nice to meet you, too, Midoriya,” Shinsou said.
“Please, just call me Izuku. I don't like using my father's last name,” I said, looking down at the sidewalk.
“Ok, Izuku it is then,” Shinsou said, a smile on his lips. “What course are you in?”
“Oh, I'm in the hero course, you?” I asked, titling my head in curiosity.
“I'm in general studies, but I want to try and get into the hero course through the sports festival,” Shinsou said.
“Like Eraserhead?” I asked, excitedly.
“Yeah, wait, you know who Eraserhead is?” Shinsou asked, stopping and looking at me with wide eyes.
“Um, yes, he's literally my favorite hero!” I exclaimed, stopping as well. We were almost to the doors.
“Same!” Shinsou exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement as he smiled.
I smiled back, and we started walking, again. As we walked into the school, we talked about Eraserhead. We figured out that we live near each other considering we see Eraserhead near our houses on the same days.
We were almost to the first year classrooms when Shinsou asked, “What class are you? A or B?”
“Oh, I'm A,” I said, smiling slightly. “What class are you in C, D, or E?”
“I'm in C. At least we're not that far from each other,” Shinsou shrugged.
I nodded in agreement. “Hey, do you want to have lunch together?” I asked, eyes bright with excitement.
“Yeah, sure,” Shinsou said, shrugging, again–he does that a lot. “I don't think I'll have anyone else to sit with, so sure.”
I smiled. “Yay!” I exclaimed, giving Shinsou a side hug. Shinsou didn't push me away, so I wasn't embarrassed when I pulled away.
After that, we made it to my classroom. “This is your class,” Shinsou said, stopping next to me. “Good luck. I'll see you at lunch,” he said, smiling as he walked away.
“See ya,” I said, smiling. Once he was halfway to his classroom, I turned and opened the door to my own class.
My ears were immediately assaulted by all of the yelling they were doing. Kacchan was the loudest person, but I was used to him. I groaned. “Shush!” I yelled, and that made everyone go quiet and look at me. “You guys can't just scream in the classroom. Please, be considerate of others' eardrums. God,” I said, making my way to my seat, which was behind Kacchan.
Apparently, everyone was struck dumb, including Kacchan, from my statement. Some people started whispering as I sat down at my desk. I could tell Kacchan was about to turn around and say something to me, but before he could, the bell rang, and our sensei walked in. I looked at the door, and I saw my dream come true. Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, walked into the room.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Midoriya,” he said, looking at me. I just tilted my head in confusion. “Why did you punch a reporter in the nose?”
Everyone whirled around in their chairs to look at me. “Oh,” I said. “He was telling me I only got into UA because my father is well-known.”
He sighed. “You know you can't just injure someone because they make a false claim, right?” Aizawa asked, looking at me with his eyes narrowed.
“Well, yeah,” I said, shrugging. “The reporter I punched is also an escaped criminal, though.”
Everyone’s eyes widened. Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “He is an abuser,” I said. “He was arrested two weeks ago for abusing his wife and children and for illegal quirk use.”
“How do you know this?” Aizawa asked, a tad bit of concern lacing his tone.
“My mom's a nurse and a lawyer. The wife and kids were rushed to the hospital she works at, and she was taking care of them. She ended up taking the case to get the kids and the wife away from the man. It's also all over my Instagram feed for some reason,” I explained.
Aizawa sighed. “Good job,” he said, giving me a half-hearted thumbs-up. “Now, he can be put into police custody.” I gave him a small smile. “Anyways, I'm your homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa,” he said, walking to the podium. “I know you're all probably really excited for the assembly.” There were several cheers. He flashed his quirk. Everyone was quiet. “Well, we're not going to the assembly,” he said, grinning wickedly.
There were several outcries. Before Aizawa could flash his quirk, again, I yelled, “Stop!” Everyone went quiet, and Aizawa looked at me. “Let him finish. God.”
“Thank you, Midoriya,” Aizawa said, turning back to the class. “I'll explain what we're doing in a bit. First, come get your gym uniforms, and go get changed. Then, meet me at the PE grounds.” Aizawa pulled out a box with gym uniforms and put it on his desk. After putting the box down, he left the room.
Everyone started scrambling to the front to get their uniforms. I got up slowly, and I grabbed my uniform from the top. I was the first one to leave the classroom. I made my way to the locker rooms. Once I got there, I quickly put my gym clothes on over my black long sleeve compression jumpsuit. After I finished changing, I made my way to the PE grounds.
When I got to the PE grounds, Aizawa~sensei was already there waiting. As I approached, he noticed me. “You're fast,” he mused, watching as I approached.
“Yeah, everyone else was just fighting to get to the box of uniforms,” I said, shrugging. “I just walked around them and grabbed my uniform off of the top of the box.”
Aizawa sighed. “Of course they are,” he shook his head slightly. “Since we'll probably have to wait a bit for the rest of the class, you can just sit down, and do whatever just don't annoy me.”
I nodded and took a seat on the ground, pulling out my phone. I was scrolling on my Instagram feed, where I kept getting stories about escaped criminals, when someone came up behind me and grabbed me by the shoulders. I didn't react, I just looked up at the person. To my suprise, it was Shinsou who was behind me. I raised an eyebrow in question to why he was here. He just shrugged.
“Hey, Aizawa,” he said, and Aizawa turned to look at him. “Here,” Shinsou said, throwing a piece of paper at Aizawa. Aizawa caught it with ease, and he opened the note and quickly skimmed over its contents.
He looked at Shinsou with a questioning gaze as he asked, “Why does Mic want you to sit in on my class?”
“I don't know. You should ask him yourself,” Shinsou said, shrugging as he sat down in front of me.
Aizawa sighed as he took out his phone, probably to call Present Mic. “Do you really not know why you're here?” I asked Shinsou, tilting my head.
“Nope. Present Mic just handed me a piece of paper and said to go give it to Eraserhead who was at the PE grounds,” Shinsou said, shrugging.
“Ok,” I said, laughing slightly. “Is your homeroom class loud?”
“Um, not really. Is yours?” Shinsou asked, looking at me with a curious look in his eyes.
“Yes,” I groaned, laying down in front of him. “I literally yelled at them to be quiet twice this morning.”
“Yikes,” he said, wincing slightly. “Sounds rough. I feel bad for you and Eraserhead.”
“Yeah, I feel bad for myself and Eraserhead, too,” I said, closing my eyes so the sun wouldn't murder my eyes.
Aizawa sighed as he hung up the phone. “Ok, Shinsou, you can sit in on my class since Mic keeps insisting that you do, but you're only watching, not participating, got it?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Shinsou said, giving Aizawa a two-fingered salute. I chuckled at his antics.
Aizawa just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at his phone and the school exit. Shinsou and I got to talk for about ten more minutes before other students started coming out of the school. While Shinsou and I talked, he had asked me to call him Hitoshi since he was calling me Izuku. I agreed, of course.
The first person to leave the building was a red and white haired boy with heterochromatic eyes, one gray and one blue. He was Endeavor's son, Shoto Todoroki. I saw something on the news about Endeavor's youngest son aspiring to be a hero. I didn't expect him to be in my class though. Not that I don't think it's cool! He seems cool–literally–but he also seems kind of…emotionless. Maybe something happened with his father. I won't ask unless it's a necessary situation.
Todoroki came and sat a few inches away from us. “Are the others on their way?” Aizawa asked Todoroki. Todoroki just nodded in confirmation. “Ok, good.”
The next person to leave the building was Kacchan. I groaned when I saw him in all his spiky haired glory. Hitoshi had raised a questioning eyebrow at me. “The blonde boy that's making his way over here is my childhood…friend,” I said, pausing so Hitoshi would understand what I was saying. Hitoshi moved his lips in an oh shape as he nodded. “His quirk is explosion. He sweats a nitroglycerin sweat that he can ignite to make explosions from his palms. The more sweat he has built up, the bigger the explosions,” I explained as Kacchan got closer.
Before Hitoshi could say anything, I was already tackling him to the ground to avoid getting either of our heads exploded. “Deku!” Kacchan yelled, standing wide and ready to fight. I grabbed Hitoshi tighter making sure that if Kacchan set off another explosion, I would be the only one to get hit. Kacchan was raising his open palm to strike me with an explosion when he suddenly stopped. I let out a sigh of relief. Aizawa had activated his quirk.
Eraserhead then proceeded to wrap Kacchan up in his capture weapon, which made me feel safe enough to move off of Hitoshi, but Hitoshi moved his hands to wrap around my back, making me unable to get up. I looked down at him, and he gave me a small, reassuring smile. I smiled back and rested my head on his chest.
“Bakugou,” Aizawa said, almost growling. “You can't use your quirk on your classmates. That explosion could've killed Midoriya if he didn't move. Don't you want to be a hero? Act like it.”
“He shouldn't be here!” Kacchan yelled, fighting against Aizawa's capture weapon. “He's quirkless! There's no way he passed the entrance exam! He cheated!”
“The entrance exam is biased against mental quirks and the quirkless, but it's not impossible to pass without a quirk,” I said, still not looking at Kacchan. “Me passing the entrance exam proves that it's possible for others to pass without a physical quirk.”
“Midoriya's right,” Aizawa said. “The entrance exam is biased towards physical quirks, so when someone without a physical quirk passes, it shows they truly fought for their spot in the hero course. Now, can I trust you to not try and kill Midoriya if I deactivate my quirk and let you out of my capture weapon?”
“Yes, Sensei,” Kacchan grumbled.
Aizawa let Kacchan out of his capture weapon. Hitoshi and I sat up. Kacchan growled at me before sitting down several feet away from us. “Well, he seems like a joy,” Hitoshi drawled. I laughed.
“Tell me about it,” I said through laughter. “I've had to deal with him for over a decade.”
“Damn, I feel bad for you,” Hitoshi said, shaking his head.
I made a fake sniff sound. “It wasn't all bad!” I whined. “For like three years…when we were three…”
“Are you saying he's been an asshole since you were like four?” Hitoshi asked, jaw hanging ever so slightly.
“Yes…” I said, smiling a nervous smile.
“Oh my god..what is your life, Izuku?” Hitoshi asked, shaking his head.
“Not normal,” I said, shrugging.
“Huh,” Hitoshi said, sarcastically. “I don't see how you're not normal. I mean, your dad's just a famous quirk analyst, you were childhood friends with an asshole who bullied you, and, hm, let me think, oh, right, your mom is a famous lawyer and nurse. I don't see how you're not normal.”
“How did you know my mom is a lawyer and nurse?” I asked, tilting my head in curiosity since I knew it was pretty common for people who knew who my father was to know who my mom was.
“There are hundreds of articles about how your parents have been married for almost twenty years now, Izuku,” Hitoshi deadpanned. “What do you mean, how did I know?”
I laughed at that. “Ok fair point.”
More people from my class started walking up in groups. I saw the girl who I saved at the entrance exam, and I waved to her. She came up to me and Hitoshi smiling.
“Hi!” she exclaimed.
Hitoshi winced slightly. “Hi, Uraraka,” I said, smiling and laughing slightly.
She looked at me surprised. “How do you know my name?” she asked, tilting her head as she sat down next to me and Hitoshi.
“Oh, I looked at the seating chart that Nezu sent out, and I looked at who was sitting in what seat and matched names to faces,” I said, smiling sheepishly.
“Oh,” she said, suddenly understanding. “I didn't even think about that! You're so smart, um, I didn't get your name…I mean Aizawa said your name, but I was still in shock from you yelling at everyone to be quiet.”
“Oh, yeah, my name is Izuku Midoriya, but you can just call me Izuku,” I said, smiling.
“Well, it's nice to meet you Izuku!” she exclaimed. “And what's your name?” she asked, turning to Hitoshi.
“Oh, I'm not in your class. My homeroom teacher just sent me to watch you guys, but my name's Hitoshi Shinsou,” he said, deadpan.
“Oh, well, it's nice to meet you, Shinsou!” she exclaimed.
“Is Iida going to join us?” I asked. “He hasn't come out yet.”
“Iida…I don't know everyone's names yet…who?” Uraraka asked, sheepishly.
“Oh, right,” I said. “He's the one with dark blue hair and glasses. He was yelling at Kacchan or Bakugou.”
“Oh, him,” Uraraka said, humming in realization. “Probably if he wants to hang out with you. I mean you seem really cool!”
I smiled. “Ok. He might not join us, though. He'll probably just stand in front of Aizawa waiting for directions. He seems like a rule-abiding student who is always ready to learn.”
Uraraka laughed. “Yeah, that was pretty much my first impression of him, too.”
“Wait, is Iida related to Ingenium? His agency is the Iida Ten agency right?” Hitoshi asked.
“Yeah, he's Ingenium’s little brother. Ingenium was actually the hero to inspire Iida to become a hero,” I said, leaning against Hitoshi, which was weird since I didn't normally like physical touch, nor did I normally trust people as easily as I was trusting Hitoshi, but he just makes me feel…safe.
“How do you know so much about everyone?” Hitoshi asked, slightly turning his head to look at me.
“I've met a lot of heroes since my dad's a quirk analyst. Ingenium is one of the heroes my dad did analysis for. Ingenium talked a lot about Iida when he and my dad started having casual conversation while waiting for their equipment to start working. He was talking really highly about Iida. I thought it was really sweet,” I said, smiling at the heartwarming memory.
“Oh, yeah! I forgot your dad’s a quirk analyst! That's so cool!” Uraraka said, excitedly.
“Yeah,” I said, putting on a fake smile. I can't let anyone know I don't like him. They'll start asking questions. Questions I won't be able to answer. I could tell Hitoshi was looking at me skeptically, but I didn't pay any attention to it. If I ignore him, then maybe his skepticism will go away.
“Hello, Midoriya!” I heard a familiar voice say. It was Iida, I realized, walking towards our little trio.
“Hey, Iida,” I said, smiling. “You can call me Izuku by the way.”
“Oh, ok, well, hello, Izuku,” Iida said, smiling.
Iida joined us in our conversation while we waited for the rest of the class to join us. It took another ten minutes, after Iida came out, before the rest of the class joined us. Hitoshi sighed as Aizawa made his way towards the front of our gathered cluster of students. “I have to go stand with Aizawa. Good luck guys,” Hitoshi said, getting up and walking towards Aizawa. Aizawa nodded at him as he stood next to him.
“Ok,” Aizawa said, flashing his quirk to quiet everyone down. It worked. Everyone flinched at the loss of their quirks except for me. “Instead of going to the assembly, we'll be doing a quirk apprehension test.” Several people groaned. Aizawa flashed his quirk again. “Bakugou,” he said, holding out a ball. “You placed first in the entrance exam. What was your longest ball toss in middle school?”
“Like 27 meters,” Kacchan said, standing in front of Aizawa with his arms crossed.
“Ok,” Aizawa said, handing Kacchan the ball. “ I want you to throw this ball while using your quirk. The only rule is you can't step outside of the white circle. Got it?’
“Got it,” Kacchan said, smirking as he walked towards the white circle. I covered my ears since I knew how loud Kacchan’s explosion would be. Hitoshi and Aizawa both gave me weird looks, but they didn't say anything. Kacchan threw the ball and, just as I expected, he used a huge explosion that was very loud.
“705.2 meters,” Aizawa said, holding up a screen with Kacchan's distance thrown. “Today this quirk apprehension test will show me where you're at with your quirks.”
There were several people saying how fun this test sounded and how excited they were to start. I groaned, both from the loud noise and from everyone's excitement. They don't realize that the hero course isn't just fun and games. It won't be fun when they see someone on the brink of death will it?
“Enough,” Aizawa said, flashing his quirk yet again. “Since you think that school here at UA will be all fun and games, whoever places last, will be expelled.” Aizawa smirked as everyone cried out in distress. I was the only one who didn't react since I was used to teachers being like this. I could tell Aizawa was different from my last teachers though.
The first test was the 50-meter dash. The first pair was Iida and Tsuyu (she'd insisted on people calling her that from the conversations I heard her talking in). Iida was getting his engines ready while Tsuyu was getting into a leaping position, like a frog about to start hopping. Iida’s quirk was pretty obvious. He had engines in his legs which made it easy for him to run fast. Tsuyu’s quirk was harder to figure out, but after analyzing her, I could tell she had a frog mutation quirk. What gave it away? While for one the position she got into when she was about to run, she has a tongue like a frog, and she keeps saying ribbit after just about every sentence she says. Anyways they started running/hopping. Iida made it the 50 meters in 3.04 seconds while Tsuyu made it in 5.58 seconds. Both of them did really well.
Next up was Uraraka and Ojiro. I watched Uraraka tap each article of clothing she had on, making them all weightless so she could run faster. I smiled at Uraraka. Then I looked at Ojiro. He was getting ready to push himself forward with his tail, which was one of the few things he could do, in a test like this, to get the best results. I know both of their quirks since Ojiro’s is pretty obvious, and Uraraka told me what her quirk was. Ojiro’s quirk was a tail and Uraraka’s quirk was zero gravity. Ojiro’s quirk was pretty straightforward, and Uraraka's quirk, from the name, is pretty straightforward, too. The two of them were ready to run. Then their test started. Ojiro finished in 5.49 seconds, and Uraraka finished in 7.15 seconds. They did great!
After Uraraka and Ojiro were Aoyama and Mina. Aoyama turned away from the ending line. I'm pretty sure I know what he was doing. It's pretty easy to tell he has a quirk that has to do with his stomach, but I also saw him in action during the entrance exam. His quirk is a naval laser. The name is pretty self-explanatory. He shoots a laser out of his bellybutton. Mina was stretching and getting ready to run. She also seemed to be getting ready to do something with her feet. I’m pretty sure her quirk has something to do with a chemical of some sort. Maybe acid. She could have stored up acid for her quirk that mutates her body making her pink. It's a far-fetched theory, but it's not impossible. The test started, and Mina made it to the end, without stopping, in 4.27 seconds while sliding on acid–I guess my theory of what her quirk was right. Aoyama had to stop in the middle though because he can't shoot his laser for too long without getting a stomach ache. His ending time was 5.51 seconds. Their quirks and the ways they use them are so cool!
After them was a boy named Kaminari and another boy named Kirishima. Kaminari seemed stressed. I'm pretty sure I heard him talking to Kirishima earlier about his quirk being electrification. That's amazing, but it doesn't really help in a test like this. Kirishima seemed a bit nervous, too, but he seemed less nervous than Kaminari. It looked like he had faith in himself–that’s always a good thing. They both got into running positions and their test started. Kaminari got to the end in 6.43 seconds while Kirishima got to the end in 5.59 seconds. When Kirishima got to the end, he knocked his fists together and hardened his arms. Seems like he has a quirk that hardens his body. I would speculate more, but there is a time and place for that, and it's not here.
Next up were Koda and Sato. Koda was preparing to run. I’m pretty sure his quirk has nothing to do with physical activity, but I could be wrong. I’d actually seen him on my way to UA. He’d been crouched down next to a stray cat, and he was whispering to it. The cat seemed to understand him, so I think his quirk has something to do with animals. I haven’t seen Sato before, but he seems strong. He was digging into his pockets for something. After a few seconds, he seemed to find what he was looking for. It looked like a sugar packet. Maybe his quirk converts sugar into strength or something like that. After eating the contents of the sugar packet, Sato got into a running position. Their test started. Koda finished with a time of 5.42 seconds, and Sato finished with a time of 3.56 seconds. I was right about Sato’s quirk. I think it’s like a sugar rush or similar at the very least.
The next test was between Shoji and Jirou. Shoji was getting into a running position, same as Jirou. Shoji and Jirou seemed to both have mutation quirks. Jirou had headphone jacks for ear lobes, and Shoji had a bunch of arms with different body parts on different arms (feet, hands, mouth, ears, etc.). Jirou’s quirk seems to have something to do with sounds. She probably has good hearing. Shoji’s quirk is probably called dupliarms or something similar since he has a bunch of arms. Both quirks are very useful for scouting in hero work. They were ready to run when their test started. Shoji finished in 8.47 seconds while Jirou finished in 6.24 seconds. Shoji was probably slower because of the extra weight his arms add, but he doesn’t have to be fast to be a hero. Jirou seems to just be fast in general, not quirk related. Both of them would make excellent heroes.
Next was Sero and Tokoyami. Sero was stretching in preparation to start the test while Tokoyami talked to his quirk. Sero seems to have a quirk that deals with his elbows. Now that I’m looking, his elbows kind of look like tape dispensers. Maybe he can shoot tape out of his elbows–kind of like that superhero from that pre-quirk movie; his name is Spiderman. Tokoyami seems to have a kind of bird mutation quirk with a bird-like shadow. It seems like the shadow is sentient–able to think for itself–and I think I heard him call it–I don’t know if the quirk has a gender–Dark Shadow. Sero and Tokoyami’s test started. Tokoyami was being pushed forwards by Dark Shadow, and Sero was pulling himself forward by wrapping his tape around the timer at the end of the 50 meters. Sero finished in 4.26 seconds while Tokoyami had a time of 5.32. Their test was really cool to watch!
After Sero and Tokoyami was Todoroki and Hagakure. Todoroki was getting himself ready for the test. I’m pretty sure he was getting ready to use his ice to push him forward. Todoroki Shoto’s quirk is called half-hot half-cold–it was advertised online since Endeavor mentioned it in one of his few interviews. He is able to produce fire and ice from his body. Hagakure’s quirk was easy to figure out. She was invisible. She looked like she was stretching, but it was hard to tell since I couldn’t really see her. Hagakure seemed to get into a running position while Todoroki stayed in his position to shoot his ice. Their test started. Todoroki did exactly what I thought he’d do–shooting his ice behind him to push himself forward. Hagakure just ran, but she was pretty fast. Todoroki’s time was 3.53 seconds, and Hagakure’s time was 5.02 seconds. Both of their quirks are really cool! I can’t wait to see what they do in the other tests!
The next names called were mine and Kacchan’s. I sighed as I walked towards the starting line and started stretching. Kacchan did the same before getting into a position that would let him use his explosions to propel him forwards. I met eyes with Hitoshi. He gave me two thumbs up and a small smile. I smiled back and focused on the test. Our test started. I was sprinting forward, and I could hear Kacchan’s explosions…behind me? How am I ahead of Kacchan? As I passed the line, I heard my time. After my time was announced, Kacchan’s was announced. My time was 3.40 seconds, and Kacchan’s time was 4.13 seconds. I quickly crouched down as I heard Kacchan’s explosions coming towards me. Nope, I’m not dying today. I rolled forwards toward Aizawa and Hitoshi, and I turned to look at Kacchan–who was fuming mad. Kacchan was yelling, but I wasn’t listening. I glared at Kacchan, and he shut his mouth, and his eyes blew wide. I stood up and walked towards Iida and Uraraka who started congratulating me.
The last test was between Momo Yaoyorozu and Mineta. Mineta was cracking his knuckles while glancing at Yaoyorozu, and he was…was he drooling? I really hope that he’s the one to get expelled. Even if his quirk is good for hero work–I haven’t seen his quirk yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s only good for capturing a villain–he seems like a horrible person who probably won’t change. Momo Yaoyorozu’s quirk isn’t advertised often, but my dad took me to the Yaoyorozu house when he was asked to analyze Momo’s quirk. Her quirk is called creation. It allows her to form her lipids into different non-living objects. She used her quirk to make a scooter. When their test started, I was ready to kill Mineta. As Yaoyorozu started moving on her scooter, Mineta used his quirk which was sticky balls–ew that’s disgusting, but it fits him–and he used it to stick to Yaoyorozu’s back. Yaoyorozu looked very uncomfortable, but she continued on. I’ll talk to her when her test is over. Yaoyorozu’s time was 5.23 seconds, and Mineta was given a time of 5.32 seconds. He was refusing to let go of Yaoyorozu, and before Aizawa could step in, I walked over to Mineta and Yaoyorozu and pulled Mineta–and his sticky balls–off of Yaoyorozu.
“You can’t just touch people without consent. You can clearly see she’s uncomfortable, Mineta. Don’t you ever lay a single finger on another woman when your mindset is still on being a pervert. You hear me?” I said, glaring at Mineta from where I stood over him. He nodded his head nervously as he scrambled to his feet and ran away from me. “Are you ok, Yaoyorozu?” I asked, turning to look at Yaoyorozu.
She nodded. “Thank you, Izuku,” she said, bowing slightly.
I just smiled and said, “It’s no problem. He was being a pervert, and he needed to stop.”
“Thank you for that, Izuku,” Aizawa said, and I smiled. Hitoshi told Aizawa that I didn't like to be called Midoriya. “Anyways, next test.”
The next test was a grip strength test. Now, this was a test I wasn't very excited for since I've never been strong, and I knew I'd get a low score on it. So imagine my surprise when I got 356.3 grams. I was even more surprised when I found out that the only person who scored higher than me was Shoji, who had multiple arms. Kacchan tried to explode me, again, but I jumped out of the way. Eraserhead scolded him, again.
After grip strength, we had to do a standing long jump, which everyone, except Mineta, cleared easily. I also thought I wouldn't be able to clear the sandbox, but I proved myself wrong. I cleared the sandbox by a long shot. I was really proud of myself since, a few months ago, I could barely make it over the mats at the gym a few times before getting winded.
The next test was repeated side steps. I really thought I wasn't going to do well in this test, but I tried my best. When it was my turn, I stood in the middle of the lines and put my hands on my head. I closed my eyes just as Aizawa told me to start. I hadn't realized how fast I was stepping until afterwards when Hitoshi walked over to me and whispered, “You're fast. You got second in that test. Mineta only beat you by a few seconds.” I felt a pang of pride go through my chest at that–maybe that pang of pride was me being gay for Hitoshi, but whatever, it's still a pang of PRIDE.
Our next test was toe touches. I had a good feeling about this test since I've been working on my flexibility. I joined gymnastics ten months ago, so I could be more flexible–yoga too. The classes were so fun! All the moves they taught us were really useful, and in yoga, it definitely helped me–both mentally and physically. I was really good at this test.The next test was another test I was excited for. We had to do sit-ups. Again, my flexibility helped me do more at a time.
Once we finished those tests, we had to do a distance run. Basically, Eraserhead made us run six laps around the PE grounds. I wasn't particularly excited about this test. Don't get me wrong! I love running. Runs help me calm down and clear my head, but I'm not that fast. We all lined up behind the line Aizawa directed us to, and before he sent us off to run, he turned to Hitoshi and whispered something in his ear. Hitoshi nodded before walking towards the building. After Hitoshi was inside, Eraserhead yelled for us to start. I didn't waste a second and started running while everyone else stared in surprise before trying to catch up to me. After five minutes, I finished all six laps, and Eraserhead looked at me, incredulous. As I stood up from my crouched position I'd taken once I finished, a water bottle was shoved into my hands. It was Hitoshi who was pushing the bottle into my hands. He smirked at me as I took it and drank some.
“Thanks,” I said, smiling at him.
“No problem, you need it more than I do, anyway,” he said, smiling back. “I mean you basically just ran six miles in five minutes “
I choked on the water I was drinking. “What?”
“Yeah, the others are only on their first or second laps,” Hitoshi said as if he wasn't surprised.
I was reeling. Did my dad give me some speed quirk while I was sleeping? Did my dad do something to me? I'm quirkless, there's no way I could run that fast. If people think I lied about being quirkless, I'll be ruined. I didn't though. What the fuck is going on? Why does everything happen to me? Does the world hate me?
I started hyperventilating. Hitoshi noticed immediately. He started to talk softly to me, trying to get me to calm down. It was working. When I was aware of my surroundings, again, fifteen minutes had passed, I had my head in Hitoshi's lap, and all of my classmates were staring at me, holding back laughter. No, they were…concerned. I turned my head away from them and buried my face in Hitoshi's stomach. He was carding his fingers through my hair gently. After a few minutes, I felt good enough to stand up.
Aizawa asked me if I was sure I wanted to continue, and I said yes. I can't show any more weakness.
Our next test was the ball toss Kacchan had demonstrated before we started the other tests. I zoned out while everyone was taking their turns, so I don't know how far each person threw. The only person's throw I know the distance of is Uraraka's throw because she got infinity and everyone was talking about it. Before I was called to throw, Aizawa called Hitoshi to throw. I was confused, but I payed attention to Hitoshi's turn. He threw 60 meters. I smiled, he doesn't have a physical enhancement quirk then. Then I was called to throw. I took the ball from Aizawa and stepped inside the circle. I closed my eyes as I prepared to throw.
I started to think about my father. I started pretending that I'd be throwing this ball at my father. That got me fired up. I opened my eyes, and for a second, I thought my eyes started glowing red and green. I drew my arm back and threw as hard as I could. The ball left a cloud of dust as it flew through the air. The ball went over the trees and even farther. The ball was out of sight. A few seconds passed before Aizawa said, “3 kilometers.” Everyone's eyes–including mine–widened.
My father definitely did something to me because if Hitoshi, who doesn't have any kind of physical quirk, can only throw a ball sixty meters, there is no possible way for me, a quirkless nobody, to throw a ball well over that distance. What did he do to me? Did he give me a strength enhancement? I stopped myself before I could start hyperventilating, again.
All of a sudden, I felt someone behind me. I turned around, and I saw a man with long white hair, green eyes like mine, and ghostly pale skin. He looked like my uncle. He reached forward. I looked at his hand, and I grabbed it. It was freezing cold, and I felt a chill rack my body as my eyes widened, and I collapsed. All I could see after that was black.
I woke up in a white room. Did Dad send me back to the lab? No. No. No! I can't go back there. It was bad enough the first time. I don't need to be here a second time. I sat up, fast. I turned my head left and right, and, to my relief, I was just in the nurse’s office. I let out a sigh of relief. I turned to my left to see a clock. I'd been out for an hour. Then, I heard shuffling. I turned to see Recovery Girl. She smiled at me.
“That's some quirk exhaustion you've got, sonny,” she said, handing me some gummies.
“I-I don't have a quirk, Ma’am,” I said before taking the gummies.
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Well, then, do you know what happened to you because I've only seen quirk exhaustion knock someone out like that.”
“I probably overexerted myself. I didn't really sleep last night, and the quirk apprehension test was pretty tiring. Not to mention the panic attack I had before one of the tests. My body probably couldn't take that much,” I said, shrugging.
It was a pretty good explanation. I wasn't completely lying either. I didn't really sleep last night because I was worring about how today was going to go, and I did have a panic attack, but I also knew that when I normally overexert myself, I'm out like a light for at least two hours. Since it's only been an hour, I know it wasn't overexertion. It probably has something to do with that ghostly figure whose hand I grabbed, but I'd probably sound really crazy if I told Recovery Girl that.
“Ok, well, if you feel up to it, I think you'd be able to return to your classes, but you can't overexert yourself anymore than you already have. Also if you just want to stay here and rest, you can do that, too,” she said, looking me in the eyes.
I nodded. “I'll go back to class. I feel better than I did before. Thank you, Recovery Girl,” I said, and she just nodded and pointed her cane towards the door. I bowed before leaving her office.
I looked at my surroundings. Then, I thought about the map of the school I’d looked at. There was a shortcut to get to the 1A classroom that not a lot of people knew about, or if they did know about it, they didn't use it. I walked up to the vent that was on the wall near Recovery Girl's office. I tapped on the edge of it, and it opened. I pulled myself up and into it before closing it behind me.
How did I know how to navigate the vents? Well, I was able to hack into UA’s database, and I found the vent layout. I studied it and memorized the layout. It only took me two minutes to get to the vent that led to the hallway in front of the 1A classroom. I pressed a button that was next to the vent, and it opened. I jumped out and closed the vent before knocking on the door to the 1A classroom. Present Mic opened the door.
“Ah, you must be Izuku!” he said, smiling brightly. “Come on in, Lil’ listener!”
I smiled and walked through the door. I quickly made my way to my seat in the silent classroom. I quickly pulled my notebook out of my bag once I sat down. Once I was all set, I looked up and realized everyone was staring at me–all of my classmates, Present Mic, and even Kacchan. I just raised an eyebrow. Kacchan turned around. I looked at Present Mic with the same expression, and he just smiled before continuing to talk about whatever it was he had been talking about before I came in–I’ll just get the notes from Hitoshi since all of the first years have the same curriculum except for Hero students having heroics class.
Once English was over, Ectoplasm came in for math. I noticed him sending me a worried glance, and when I just raised an eyebrow at him, he looked away as fast as he could. That's basically how the rest of my classes went before lunch. The other teachers I had before lunch were Cementoos for modern literature and Midnight for art history.
When the bell rang for lunch, I quickly packed up all of my stuff, and right when I got to the door, Aizawa opened it. He looked at me, a tad bit shocked.
“Izuku,” he drawled in his bored tone. “Nezu and I need to talk to you.”
Fuck. What have I done? Did they already find out I'm working with my father? Was it something else? Is this because I passed out during the ball toss? Or is this because Aizawa is expelling me for being in last place? No, I couldn't have been in last place. I scored first or second in every test. What was this about?
“Izuku,” Aizawa said, his hand squeezing my shoulder to ground me. I realized I had stopped breathing. I took a deep breath.
“S-sorry,” I said, my voice slightly ragged from not breathing.
“It's ok,” Aizawa said, not moving his hand from my shoulder. “Are you ok to go see Nezu, or do you need to go see Recovery Girl, again?”
I didn't want to bother Recovery Girl, again, so I said, “No, I'm ok. Let's…go see Nezu.”
Aizawa nodded, and he started leading me down a hallway towards Nezu's office. I realized he was taking a longer way. I appreciated it since I didn't really feel like seeing Nezu any sooner than I had to.
After a few minutes of walking, we made it to his office. Right as Aizawa was about to knock, the door opened. “There you two are!” Nezu exclaimed from his desk. Aizawa just sighed, nudging me into Nezu's office. “You must be Midoriya! Shouta here told me you like to be called Izuku. Is that right?”
“Yes,” I said, not taking a seat in the chair in front of Nezu's desk since it reminded me of all the times I’d been in the principal’s office for things I hadn't done. “Why am I here?”
“Ah, right!” Nezu chirped, sliding a teacup towards me. “Please, feel free to take a seat!” I remained standing. Nezu didn't try any harder to get me to sit. “Well, I've called you here today to talk about your little vent escapade.”
Shit. I forgot Nezu has cameras everywhere. How the fuck did I forget about that? Dad has cameras in just about every room in the house. I've spent years hiding from those cameras. Why did I not try to hide from these cameras that I knew were there? Is it because…UA makes me feel safe?
“Sorry, Principal Nezu. I just knew that going through the vents would be a quicker route to the 1A classroom, and my legs were already pretty tired, so I decided to take that route. I know it's no excuse, but that's why I did it,” I said, looking Nezu in the eyes. I'll probably be expelled today, so if I'm gonna be expelled, I want to make sure I'm not expelled as a coward who can't even look an adult in the eyes. “If you want to expel me, I totally understand.”
Nezu raised an eyebrow at that. “Why would I want to expel you for showing me your talent?” Nezu asked, tilting his head.
Now, it was my turn to be confused. Talent? What talent? Was he talking about my hacking skills? “My hacking skills?” I asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“Hacking skills?” Nezu seemed confused now, but he was trying not to show it. “I didn't know you knew how to hack. I was talking about the way you navigated the vents so easily.”
Oh…oh shit. “Yeah, um, I kinda hacked into UA’s database and found a layout of the vents. That's how I navigated the vents. Sorry,” I said, still not letting my gaze stray from Nezu's eyes.
“How…How did you hack into the database without me knowing? I have hundreds of firewalls and alert systems set up just for that,” Nezu said, looking at me confused.
“Oh, I have several years of hacking experience. The firewalls you had set up at the beginning were easy to get through and fake that they were still up to the alert systems, and as I got through the harder firewalls, I had to think a bit harder, but I was still able to get through them all. Don't worry, I set them all back up again.”
Aizawa and Nezu were both looking at me in horror. Nezu, probably, because he was mad at me for getting into the UA database, and Aizawa, probably, because he was pissed that his hero student knows how to hack, a villain’s skill.
“Well,” Aizawa said, breaking the tense silence and causing me and Nezu to look at him. “Looks like you’ll get to skip out on the hacking unit next semester.”
My eyes widened as I stared at him. “What?” I asked, schooling my expression to be expressionless. “Isn't hacking a villain's skill?”
“No,” Nezu and Aizawa said at the same time. Nezu continued talking. “Hacking is a skill that many heroes use. It's very useful for gathering information on villain organizations, or just normal everyday villains.”
“So like how I hacked into old school records to find out Stain’s past?” I said, looking at Nezu, expression not faltering.
“You…Shouta I'm recruiting your student,” Nezu said, turning to Aizawa. Aizawa just sighed.
“Only if he wants to be recruited by you,” he said, looking Nezu in the eyes and glaring. “I won't let you force him into joining your little….schemes.”
“Recruit? Schemes?” I asked, looking at Nezu.
“Well, I want you to be my personal student, of course!” Nezu exclaimed, grinning wide.
I kept my face expressionless, but on the inside I was panicking. Why did Nezu want me to be his personal student? Did he know something, and he just wasn't saying…RING RING RING…RING RING RING. My phone started going off. I pulled out my phone and read the name: Ten.
“Sorry, I told my brother he could call me during lunch,” I said, looking at Nezu. Nezu just nodded. I answered without a second thought. “Hey, Ten,” I said, expression not faltering.
“Hey, Zu,” Ten said, sounding bored.
“What? Did Natsuo abandon you to go have lunch with Fuyumi?” I asked, holding back a grin.
“Yeah, he did,” Ten huffed. “I just wanted to have lunch with my boyfriend, but nooooo, Tenko isn't allowed to have lunch with his boyfriend because his boyfriend puts family first, which I get, I’d put you first, too, Zu, but I just wanted to have lunch with him.”
“Why don't you guys just go to America, get legally married rather than just being married in your video game, and then come back to Japan and live your lives here?” I suggested.
There was silence for a minute. “You, Zu…are a genius! Why didn't I think of that?” Tenko said, slapping the bar.
“Because you never attended school, so you didn't get to learn logical thinking. You are smart in other regards, but you are stupid when it comes to anything that requires you to think outside of the box,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Honestly, I'm thinking about enrolling you in online school, and you're 21, Ten. There's nothing wrong with going to school in your twenties, but I'm talking about sending you to Kindergarten as a 21 year old.”
“Hey! I'm not that stupid!” Ten whined. “I may not have gone to school, but at least I had a decent childhood. Yours sucked.”
“Yeah, and I'm very jealous of you for that, but I'm literally…six years younger than you, and I'm smarter,” I said, leaning against the chair in front of me. “Also, before you say anything else, I'm gonna call you back in a bit. I'm in the office right now.”
“Why?” Ten asked, confused.
“Nezu and Aizawa found out I can hack,” I said.
“Oh, good luck then,” he said, hanging up.
I sighed as I pocketed my phone. “Sorry,” I said, turning my attention back to Nezu, who was looking at me with a calculating gaze. “Is there anything else you wanted to talk about, Nezu?”
“Just one question!” Nezu exclaimed in his chipper tone once again. “Would you like to be my personal student?”
I paused to think about it. I could learn a lot from Nezu and…my thoughts were interrupted by someone slamming the door to Nezu's office, open. I forced myself not to tense. It was All Might.
“Nezu!” he yelled, quickly making his way to Nezu's desk, seemingly not realizing me and Aizawa were in the room. “You know the boy I told you I offered my quirk to? Well, he's here! He's in 1A. I saw him when I was checking out what Aizawa was having his students do instead of going to the assembly and…”
I cut him off. “Stop talking before you reveal even more government secrets, All Might,” I said, glaring daggers into his skull since I knew he was talking about me.
All Might’s gaze snapped to me, and his eyes widened. He was in his skinny form, so it was pretty easy to see how surprised he was at seeing me. He then noticed Aizawa and his eyes widened even more.
“You shouldn't talk about people when you think they're not around,” I said, grimacing. “From now on, if you have something to say about me, say it to my face,” I said, making my way to the door before opening it and slamming it shut behind me.
I made my way down the hallways. I walked towards the cafeteria as I pulled my phone out, again, unlocking it before pressing on one of the contacts to dial the number. “Hello?” the person on the other end said, their voice low and slightly gravely.
“It’s Shimura,” I said as I continued to walk. “I need you to send in the plans I sent you to AFO.”
“On it, but why change your mind now?” he asked, keys clacking on his keyboard as he sent the plans to AFO.
“AM,” I said in a flat tone, my shoes stomping on the tiles of the hallways. “Talking to Nezu behind my back thinking I wasn’t in the room. He’s fucking annoying, so I decided that I’d give him the plans.”
“Ah, I see,” he said. “Sorry, that happened to ya, kid. You’ve been through too much. I don’t get why top heroes are such assholes. You’ll be different, right Shimura?”
“Of course, Dabi,” I said, smiling inwardly.
“Good luck, kid,” Dabi said, a smile in his voice.
“Thanks, talk to you soon,” I said, hanging up and pocketing my phone right as I made it to the lunchroom. I opened the doors, and I could feel just about everyone staring at me since no one normally came in this late to lunch on the first day of school.
I walked over to Lunch Rush and got my lunch. He already knew I’d be late, apparently. Once I had my lunch, I made my way to where Hitoshi was sitting. He gave me an unimpressed look. I sat down across from him.
“Where have you been?” Hitoshi asked, narrowing his eyes on me.
“Nezu’s office,” I said in an expressionless tone.
“Why?” Hitoshi asked, eating some of his food.
“I used the vents as transportation, and he found out. Now, he wants me to be his personal student,” I said, eating my own food.
“Wow,” Hitoshi said, leaning back in his chair. “Nezu never compliments anyone unless he thinks they deserve it. You are pretty smart if you were able to navigate the vents. I couldn’t even do that.”
“When did you try?” I asked, smiling as I scrutinized him.
“Over the summer,” he said, not explaining any further.
“Ah, right, it’s because your dads are Aizawa and Present Mic, yeah?” I said, smirking as I caught Hitoshi off guard.
“How…what?” he said, eyes wide.
I giggled. “I'm a hero nerd. I've known they were married for years. I didn't know they had a kid until today, though. Before you ask how I figured it out, Present Mic wouldn't send a random student from General Studies to watch the Hero Students participate in various tests unless the student already knew everything in the assembly because he told them.”
Hitoshi sighed and smiled. “You are a genius, Izuku.”
“Hey, so, like,” I said, leaning back in my chair as I took a sip of water. “Have you had english with your dad yet?”
“Yeah…why?” Hitoshi asked, narrowing his eyes.
“Could you…like…send me the notes? I came into class like an hour late, and I had no idea what was going on,” I said, sitting up, again.
“Oh, yeah. You had to go to Recovery Girl’s office. I forgot about that. Yeah, I can give you the notes,” Hitoshi said, pulling a piece of paper out of his backpack.
“Can I also get your number?” I asked, taking the paper from Hitoshi and pulling out my phone.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure,” Hitoshi said, picking up his phone from the table. He unlocked it. “Here,” he said, handing me his phone as I gave him mine. We put in our numbers before handing the phones back.
“You wanna know something?” I asked, taking a picture of the notes. Hitoshi hummed. “You're my first real friend to give me your number. I have Kacchan's number, but I don't think we're really friends after our past, and I only have his number because his mom gave it to me in case of emergencies.”
“Oh,” Hitoshi said, he was silent for a minute. “You're my first real friend, too. Everyone thinks my quirk is villainous, so they stay away from me. I'm honestly surprised you haven't asked me what my quirk is.”
“Oh,” I said, tilting my head. “No quirk is villainous, and contrary to popular belief, no quirk is heroic either. Those are just useless labels people give quirks. They're just scared of the potential someone has to do good, so they tell them they'll only amount to the opposite of what they want.”
Hitoshi looked at me a bit bewildered, but then, he smiled, wide. I smiled back. The rest of lunch was spent with us either playfully insulting each other or talking about things we like. When the bell rang, we walked to class together. Hitoshi almost walked into the 1A classroom with me, but then, I reminded him that he was in 1C, and he cursed before saying goodbye and rushing to class. I smiled at that.
As I made my way to my seat, I realized there was someone in my seat. I stopped. It was that white haired man from earlier. My eyes narrowed, and as if he could sense my gaze, he looked at me. Emerald green eyes met viridian green. The man just smiled and…floated…out of my seat. He’s a ghost…HOLY SHIT HE’S A GHOST!
I kept my face expressionless as I made my way to my seat, again. I sat down and took my notebook out of my backpack. I opened it to an empty page and wrote a question. I turned it to face the ghost, and he moved closer to read it. The question was “What’s your name, and how can I see you?”
The ghost smiled at me. “My name is Yoichi Shigaraki,” the ghost, Shigaraki, said. I was surprised to hear my uncle’s name, but I was also surprised I hadn’t recognized him sooner. He looks exactly like the pictures my father showed me. “Honestly, I don’t know how you’re able to see me or interact with me in any way, but I have a feeling it is because of something that isn’t a quirk.”
I just nodded and pulled the notebook back towards me as I wrote my next question. This time the question was “Do you think that I have some sort of ability that lets me see ghosts, and you’re just the first one I’ve seen?” Yoichi just nodded in response. I would’ve asked another question, but the bell rang, so I put my notebook away.
Aizawa walked into the room. “Since this morning you had the quirk assessment test, we’ll have your law and ethics lesson now, but normally these lessons would be before lunch, and the afternoon would be reserved for foundational heroics. Today, you won’t be having a foundational heroics lesson since today is really just an introduction to your classes and teachers. Your first lesson will be tomorrow,” Aizawa explained. “Now, I’ll start our lesson by passing out copies of the hero law books.”
Aizawa did as he said before diving into an explanation of what we’d be learning in the law and ethics class. It seemed pretty easy. I was listening until Yoichi decided to distract me. He started singing Breakin’ Dishes by Rihanna after Aizawa said that we’d be learning about what happens when someone breaks one of the hero laws. I inwardly sighed, knowing that I’d probably have trouble focusing in class now due to my insane uncle. This’ll be interesting.
After Aizawa’s introduction to the law and ethics class, he started a short lesson. I was listening and taking notes while Yoichi started singing song after song. One of the songs was Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes. Apparently he likes a lot of prequirk music. The last song Yoichi started singing, as class let out, was Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys. I think he’s a simp.
As I was packing my backpack, I heard an unfamiliar voice gasp and yell, “Arctic Monkeys!” I glanced behind me and saw a bulky man–probably around the same age as Eraserhead–who had wispy, cloud-like hair. He also had blue eyes, and I could’ve sworn that he had white specks in his eyes that looked like clouds. He was pretty tall, and he looked like he was wearing a hero costume. I saw he had a badge-like circle on his tan jacket that said ‘Loud Cloud’ in bright yellow letters. “I love Arctic Monkeys!” the man said, his eyes bright with excitement. He was making his way towards me, but I could tell he was wanting to talk to Yoichi, so I went back to packing up my stuff as I listened to their conversation.
“They’re such great singers! They’re like my favorite prequirk singers!” Yoichi said, excitedly.
“They are so good! They’re like my second favorite prequirk singer, though,” the blue haired man said.
“Who’s your favorite prequirk singer then?” Yoichi asked, genuine curiosity in his tone.
“Oh, Sabrina Carpenter is easily my favorite,” the man said, laughing slightly.
“Oh, she is good!” Yoichi agreed, nodding. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Oh, my name is Oboro Shirakumo. You can call me Oboro. What’s your name?” the man, now identified as Oboro Shirakumo, asked.
“My name is Yoichi Shigarki, this green haired kid’s uncle. It’s nice to meet you Oboro,” Yoichi said, ruffling my hair with his cold, ghostly hand. I shivered.
“Wait, can he see and hear us?” Oboro asked, surprised.
“Yep, he can,” Yoichi said, smiling.
Before Oboro could say anything else, my phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket, and right as I looked at the screen, Hitoshi walked into the room. I was tempted to not answer the incoming call I was getting from my father in favor of talking to Hitoshi, but I knew that if I didn't answer my father, I’d pay for it later, so I sighed and answered it.
“So you have time to answer your brother’s calls but not my texts?” my father said, skipping the greeting.
“Sorry that I wanted to talk to someone who wouldn’t put me down and make me feel like I’m the scum of the Earth. I also didn’t check my texts,” I said, and the entire room went silent.
“This is no way to talk to your dad,” he said, anger in his voice.
“You’re right, this is no way for someone to talk to their dad. Luckily, i’m just talking to my sperm donor, not my dad because a dad is someone who loves and cares for their children. I don’t see you doing that,” I said, my tone cold as I spoke.
“Izuku!” he roared, fist slamming down on something.
“What, Hisashi?” I said, a challenge in my voice. “If you have something to say, it’s not good to bite your tongue, say it.”
“You’re a worthless piece of shit! You were never supposed to be born! The least you can do in your pathetic and useless life is respect me!” he yelled.
“Ah, there’s the usual depreciation I’m used to. Go fuck yourself,” I said before hanging up on him and pocketing my phone. Then, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and left the room. Everyone was silent in my wake. At least things will be better at home since Mom’s off of work today, and Hisashi won’t be home.