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Kenji
The school smelt clean, but with something burnt lingering, just enough to be noticeable. Kenji decided he liked it immediately.
“So this is a hero school!” he whispered, leaning slightly toward Kyoka. “It’s bigger than a barn.” Kyoka did not look at him.
“Do not compare it to a barn,” she said flatly. Kenji beamed anyway. He’d never been to a school- had never even seen one this big! This building could’ve housed his entire village, and then some!
The door slid open and every conversation in Class 1-A stopped at once.
Kenji blinked. There were a lot of them. More than he’d expected. They were all staring. Some curious. Some bored. One boy in the back looked actively irritated, like Kenji had personally offended him just by existing.
The man at the front, sleeping bag still half-draped over his shoulders, sighed like everything was too much effort. Kenji wondered if he was just tired or like that normally. Judging by the lack of surprise from the students- or really his classmates now he’d go with the latter.
“We have two transfer students,” Shota Aizawa said. “They’ll be joining our class starting today,” he said dryly, seeming to be unable to care about anything in this situation.
A ripple went through the room.
“Are we supposed to bow?” he whispered to Kyoka. She ignored him. Rather this was because she thought it was a dumb question, or because she herself didn’t know, he couldn't be sure.
Aizawa’s eyes shifted to them, analyzing them despite the lazy exterior, “Introduce yourselves.”
Kenji stepped forward first, overly eager to start his school life, even if it was just for a mission. When you met new people in his village, you were supposed to smile so they knew you weren’t a threat.
He smiled brightly. “My name is Kenji Fukuzawa! It’s very nice to meet you all! I have a strength enhancement a- quirk! I look forward to working hard together!” He bowed deeply. When he straightened up, several students looked startled.
The brown-haired girl near the middle smiled back automatically. A pink girl- which was odd, abilities didn’t tend to change people's appearances- at least not permanently, laughed slightly. A blond in the back scoffed- how his hair managed to reach up that far was a mystery to Kenji.
Kenji tilted his head. Had he done it wrong?
Someone raised their hand halfway. A green-haired boy with nervous eyes.
“Um- Fukuzawa? As in the same Fukuzawa as the new strategy teacher?” Kenji smiled brightly, something akin to pride on his face. That’s what would be expected, right? “Yes! He’s our older brother!”
Technically not a complete lie, he’d count Ranpo- and all the others- as his family.
There was a collective murmur.
The spikey blond clicked his tongue. “Seems weak,” he scoffed.
Kenji’s smile didn’t falter, even as Kyoka shot the boy a glare.
Kyoka
Kyoka stepped forward next.
“My name is Kyoka Fukuzawa.” Her voice was quiet but steady. “My quirk allows me to manifest a phantom entity capable of mid-range attacks.”
Kyoka kept her face blank.
No one needed to know it wasn’t originally hers.
No one needed to know what it had done before.
They were staring too much. Kyoka kept her breathing even.
This wasn’t like Yokohama. There, people stared because they were calculating danger. Assessing threat. Measuring usefulness.
Here, they stared because they were curious. It felt worse.
“These two will be evaluated later this week,” Aizawa continued. “Until then,” he turned toward them, “observe and don’t get in the way.”
The increasingly rude blonde made another comment, one which Kyoka didn’t hear. Maybe that was for the best, less she get in trouble on her first day.
Kenji raised his hand.
Aizawa blinked slowly, like even acknowledging him took too much effort. “What.”
“Where should we sit?”
A pause. “Anywhere empty.”
Kenji nodded decisively and walked straight toward the back.
Toward the loud blond.
Kyoka closed her eyes briefly, letting out an already tired sigh.
Of course he did. She followed because that was the role they were playing. Siblings didn’t split up on the first day.
As they passed desks, she felt it- the weight of assessment. Some were naive, seeming more curios, others were more analytical, like the boy with the split hair. These were hero students. Trained. Capable.
Still children.
She wondered how many of them had killed anyone.
Hopefully none.
Kenji sat down beside the blond without hesitation. “Hello!” he said warmly.
The boy stared at him like he’d grown another head.
“You got a death wish?”
Kyoka stiffened. She had to remind herself that this was just a teenager, he was just trying to seem cool.
Kenji only laughed. “No! I’d rather stay alive right now!”
Several students choked on laughter. One with glasses said something about being polite but Kyoka tunned him out. These people would be exhausting, she could tell.
The blonde looked slightly thrown off and was about to respond, likely with something just as rude, before the teacher- Aizawa, she reminded herself, cut them him off. The man clearly didn’t want to deal with how loud they were becoming.
Kyoka sat beside Kenji and placed her hands in her lap.
She did not miss the green-haired boy watching them with analytical focus.
Observant. He seemed to be having trouble containing himself from trying to speak to them.
Kenji
He liked them.
They felt loud. Bright. Like a festival in the city.
The explosive one was glaring at him. Kenji leaned closer.
“You’re very strong, aren’t you?” he asked sincerely.
The boy blinked.
“…What?”
“I can tell! You sit like someone who expects a fight.” He whispered- or not really but he couldn’t care much. This was too exciting.
A strange silence fell over their section of the room. A laugh came from someone
“I- damn right I’m strong. Guess even your not dumb enough to miss that.” The spikey boy said with a scoff.
The pink girl grinned at them and leaned over to introduce herself. “I’m Mina Ashido, super awesome to meet you!” she half whispered, seemingly deciding she liked Kenji.
Kenji smiled wider.
He was going to have lots of friends here.
Ranpo
The classroom door slid open again.
A man walked in, hands in his coat pockets, expression bored and entirely unimpressed with whatever was going on.
“Troublesome,” he muttered.
Several students straightened immediately, namely the green haired kid- broccoli? And some kid with engines om his legs, Iida or something, has a speed quirk.
Aizawa sighed. “Class, this is your new strategic operations instructor.”
The man scanned the room lazily.
Then his gaze sharpened.
For a fraction of a second, the air changed.
“Yo,” he said lightly. “I’m Ranpo Fukuzawa. I’ll be teaching you how not to get yourselves killed.”
A beat.
He pointed directly at the green-haired boy.
“You have a guilty savior complex going on and serious self-esteem issues.”
The class froze. The boy went white. Well, before his cheeks turned red in embarrassment.
Ranpo shifted his finger toward the explosive blond.
“You’re compensating.”
A vein bulged in his forehead, but Ranpo moved on before the boy could blow up- literally based on what he’d seen in his file.
He turned toward the half-and-half-haired boy.
“You have something to prove, huh?”
The temperature in the room dropped. The boy glared daggers at him, not that Ranpo really cared.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ranpo smiled.
Ah.
There it was.
The real problem sat in the fourth row, trying very hard to look ordinary.
Interesting.
But he figured he’d leave it alone, let his “siblings” figure it out. Afterall, he got stuck on this stupid mission, might as well have some fun.