AN: This story was written in collaboration with Kyurayami
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BNHA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY SAVE FOR MY OCS
The students of 1-A sat in their seats, waiting for Aizawa-sensei to show up. He was late- as usual. He was probably lying dead in his sleeping bag somewhere… not that anyone would notice. He generally looked that way.
Not that the students minded, of course. A late Aizawa meant less time for classes. And time for Mineta to hurriedly finish his English homework.
Just as everyone decided that their teacher probably wouldn't show up, to everyone's surprise, Aizawa arrived, but it was not the usual sight of their homeroom teacher, but the two unfamiliar faces trailing behind him that caused a stir.
"AIZAWA, YA CAN'T JUST ABDUCT RANDOM KIDS, IT'S TOTALLY NOT MANLY!" yelled Kirishima.
"Kirishima, shut up!" barked Aizawa, looking especially grumpy. "These are actually transfer students from a hero school in America. They moved here because their old school was destroyed in a villain attack, as American heroes can't seem to do their jobs properly."
Japanese heroes are better than American heroes, is what he was clearly implying.
"Hey," Mumbled the male exchange student, "Pair of Americans right beside you, y'know."
"As I was saying," continued Aizawa, completely ignoring his comment, "These guys- "
"And girls." Interjected the female student.
"- are American, however, they speak fluent Japanese, so don't worry about the language barrier. Now please introduce yourselves." He gestured towards the Americans.
The male student walked forward. He was of medium height and of a build similar to Bakugou. He had fairly long black hair tied back in a ponytail, which was somewhat spiky at the top. He had bright green eyes.
"My name's Drift Evans… so um… Evansu Dorifto"
"Dude you don't need to do that we're not anime characters."
"Oh… Damn you Mr. Jenkins, America's greatest Japanese teacher my ass!" he mumbled audibly.
"Anyway, my quirk is Temporal Break, it allows me to create my own little pocket in space-time for about 10 seconds, which I'm free to move around in, kinda like stopping time for everyone but me, it has other uses but that's the basics of it. I've got nothing else to say so…."
He stepped back allowing the other student to introduce herself.
She had long white hair, a contrast to the other student's, large green eyes, and… cat ears? She was slightly shorter than the other American, and slighter of build, like a… cat. As she stepped forward the student could she she had a cat tail.
"Hey, the name's Evans Cera. I'm Drift's much more mature sister." She glared at him slightly.
"My quirk… is kind of obvious. It's called Cat. I've got ears, a tail, and I'm generally good at climbing and jumping high and… general cat stuff…."
"Alright, you can take those two desks down the back." Said Aizawa, clearly wanting to start sleeping class.
"But there aren't any desks there," commented Drift.
"Oh yeah. Yaoyorozu, desks please."
A girl down at the back row theatrically sighed and walked into the closet at the back of the room.
"Are there, like, desks in the closet?" asked Cera.
"Since when do we have a closet?" asked Kaminari.
"Yaoyorozu's quirk allows her to create inanimate objects if she understands their composition, but uh, the bigger the item the more exposed skin she needs to make it." A small grape-haired boy commented.
"Shut up Mineta!" yelled Iida and promptly whacked him upside the head. "I'm Iida by the way, Tenya Iida. Current class president." He said, dramatically bowing.
"SHE CAN SWEAT BAGELS?" Exclaimed Drift, completely ignoring Iida.
The closet door burst open revealing Yaoyorozu and a pair of desks and chairs.
"How big is our closet?" asked Kaminari
"I could if I wanted to," she narrowed her eyes at Drift, "but since my quirk uses up body fat, I'd have to constantly eat to keep sweating bagels. That is aside from the fact that sweating bagels would be positively ridiculous!"
"Everyone just shut up and sit down, we're starting class now, I'm tired and want to sleep." Hollered Aizawa.
The two transfer students stared in astonishment as Aizawa wrote some work up on the blackboard, before zipping up his sleeping bag and lying down on the floor.
"Is this normal?" asked Cera.
She was met with mutters of assent from the class.
The two took their seats and the class continued as per normal.
Finally, the bell rang and the new students were swamped with questions by some of their new classmates.
"What's it like in America?"
"Are you guys all patriotic and stuff?"
"Does everyone carry guns around?"
"Is it true that All Might is from America?"
"Do you guys have pet eagles?" Kaminari asked flapping his arms… for some strange, unknown reason.
Everyone then noticed that Drift had mysteriously become absent from the room.
"Hey, where did Drift go?"
"Oh, well he's not really a people person, so he does that sometimes" Replied Cera casually.
"But how did he- "
"Don't ask, just get used to it."
And so, the students went to the cafeteria where they quickly got in line for food. Drift walked out of the bathroom and joined his sister in the line.
"No skipping," muttered Yaoyorozu.
"Fine, fine, I'll go to the end… if you make me a pop-tart." He declared, his eyes lighting up.
"What's a pop-tart?" she asked.
"..." Drift was speechless, as though not knowing what a pop-tart was was a crime.
Cera nudged him. "They don't have pop-tarts in Japan, you idiot!"
"They… don't?"
"Yeah, you're gonna have to eat rice and ramen and soba and stuff."
"Oh! I like ramen!" Drift perked up considerably.
By this point, they had reached the top of the line and stopped.
"What is all this?" asked Drift, clearly confused at the enormous list of food options.
Iida then appeared behind them and began to explain the different food options.
"I'll just have… uh, this!" exclaimed Cera pointing at a random choice on the menu.
"Ah, cold soba. An excellent choice." agreed Iida. "A personal favorite of my friend!"
"Imma have some ramen then." Said Drift, defeated after combing the menu for pop-tarts.
The two received their food and wandered off to an empty table and began to enjoy their food. They were then immediately joined by about half of their class, who began introducing themselves.
"Oh no… more people," sighed Drift.
He started getting up but was promptly dragged back into his seat by Cera.
"Be polite," she muttered. "You're embarrassing me."
Drift slumped down in his seat, crossing his arms. He surveyed the people sitting around him. Six of them, a boy with freckles and messy green hair, a girl with shoulder-length brown hair, the previously introduced Iida, a pink-haired, pink skinned girl, a girl that bore a strange resemblance to a frog, and a blonde-haired boy with a large, furry tail.
"Hi, I'm Midoriya Izuku!" said the green-haired boy rather enthusiastically.
"Hello, my name is Uraraka Ochaco, it's nice to meet you both." Said the brown-haired girl.
"Hi! I'm Mina Ashido!" exclaimed the very pink girl.
"Tsuyu Asui," croaked the frog-like girl.
"Uh, the name's Ojiro Mashirao." Said the guy with the tail.
Cera gasped. "YOU HAVE A TAIL TOO!? WE'RE TAIL BUDDIES NOW!"
Ojiro looked very uncomfortable.
"And she claims to be the sensible one," Drift muttered.
Iida then exclaimed "As the class president, it is my duty to show you to your new dorm rooms. Follow me!"
Iida stood up and the two new students followed him out of the building over to the dorm area, once they had entered the building he directed them towards two elevators.
"These will lead you to your dorms, the one on the left leads to the girl's dorms, while the right leads to the boy's."
"Fancy," Drift commented," but a bit over-the-top in my opinion, I would've just made two buildings."
"Well, UA has to keep up appearances, we're not the best and most modern hero school in the world for nothing!" Iida exclaimed, filled with pride.
"Anyways, Drift, you're the room on the 4th floor at the end of the hallway, and Cera, yours is also on the 4th floor, it's the second room from the elevator." He then handed them a key each.
"Your stuff is already there. You have an hour to unpack and get to the changing rooms, where you'll change into your hero costumes for hero training, I wish you well."
With another over-dramatic bow Iida took off, likely to attend his duties as class president, and the two new students were left on their own.
"So, what'cha think of the school?" asked Cera.
"It's nice, better than our old school I suppose." Drift replied dully.
"Where'd all your enthusiasm go? You leave it in class?" Cera asked jokingly.
"No, just… thinking."
"About what?"
"The School, new classmates, new teachers, it's a lot to process," he replied thoughtfully.
"Wow… that's awful deep for you." Cera noted, a bit confused as to what had brought around this change.
"Well if you want I could also mention that as soon as I'm able to leave, the first thing I'm doing is buying several boxes of pop-tarts!" Drift exclaimed suddenly more… Drift-y again.
"I should have known," Cera grumbled. "Well, see you 'round" she pressed the button on the left elevator, Drift copied her and pressed the button on the right elevator, and after a few moments, the elevator arrived.
Drift stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 4th floor. The elevator rose up, and after a few moments arrived at his destination.
He walked down to the end of the hallway and tried his new key on the door. The door swung open and he stepped into the room.
Inside there were a few boxes on the floor and punching-bag hung up in the corner (that would save time, the thing took ages to put up.), there was also a spacious closet, a fridge, and a veranda- Or was it a balcony?
He began to unpack his things. At the top was a family photo of himself, Cera, and their parents. Cera was holding her pet cat, Keith, a ginger and black cat. They loved that cat.
He took out a box of clothes and shoved it at the bottom of his wardrobe. His other stuff included a black rug, anime posters, and a briefcase containing his hero costume.
He pulled open the last box and a smile spread across his face. There, stacked neatly inside the box, was several months' worth of pop-tarts.
Drift shoved a few in his pocket, grabbed his hero costume, then went to explore the school grounds. He entered the elevator and once on the ground floor exited the elevator and found Cera in the lounge area, sitting on a plush armchair.
"Sup!" he said happily, raising a hand in greeting.
"What's got you so happy?" Cera asked.
"I gots me some pop-tarts!" he declared triumphantly.
"Oh." She sighed.
Suddenly the bell rang. It was time for hero class to begin!
"Uh… you know where hero class is?" asked Drift.
"Iida told us earlier, were you not listening?" she sighed exasperatedly.
"I was five minutes away from acquiring pop-tarts, my mind was occupied." He said defensively.
Cera grabbed his arm and pulled him in the direction of the changing rooms.
"It's this way you idiot. C'mon we're gonna be late."
And so, the two went off to their hero class. How will things play out for them? Will they do well in class? Will they make friends? Will they make enemies? Will Drift finally convince Yaoyorozu to make him a pop-tart? Find out in the next episode of My Hero Academia- wait a second this isn't My Hero Academia…. Nevermind….