"I hope this assignment won't cause you too much trouble. Things have already begun to heat up there, so please make sure to report back if anything seems off."

The office's mood shifted through the length of the conversation with my superior however, I remained resolute and offered a reassuring nod. His eyes seemed to soften as he eased off the edge of the leather armchair and rounded the table to offer up one final handshake. As we released our grips I noticed the difference in size of our palms, mine being of an average size while his was beyond measure.

"Thank ya for ya support sir and, with the trainin' I've received, I believe it'll be a piecea cake. Besides, I've got some capable backup I hear."

A few chuckles from my opposite soothed the tension that had been crafted as he guided me to the exit. As the door swung against the hinges a confident smile dazzled my lips while the hallway divided off before me. One foot marched along the glossed tiles as the other followed in suit with my new career taking shape.

Chatter was at a minimum with any clocks crawling towards the new hour that awaited. My pace quickened while I coasted down the hand rails to find the designated floor. The name plates of the various rooms aided in my search with my eyes scanning each one.

"Ya'd think that it'd be easier to find in this place. Shoulda passed it by now."

Finally, my target was in sight, when I redirected east at the intersection, with the bold text imposed on a crisp white backdrop. Murmurs and hushed arguments escape through the frosted windows of the room. Chairs scurried along to return their four legs back home.

With an ear secured on the door I was prepared to wait for the cue before storming in guns blazing. However, with a reinforced frame the sounds that did flee were muffled to the point of no distinction. An exasperation resonated in the halls while I mulled over the best course of action as it was unfamiliar and possibly hazardous terrain that awaited within. My brows knotted over themselves before a shake of my head cleared the tension and repositioned a gleaming grin with my fingers curled around the door handle. The entry way was shoved open, my body slipped into the room, and I was greeted with 42 sets of eyes with conflicting emotions.

"Koizumi Naomi, the secondary teacha for class 1-A, here at ya service!"

The classroom had been renovated so the structure was utterly foreign to a graduate such as myself with the ceiling skyrocketing and walls almost polished in design. The desks were unaltered and had yet to age as they remained my only anchor for this foreboding task.

"That's an entrance, certainly not one I requested this early."

An exhausted gaze was countered with a gleaming grin with murmurs from the students flooding the room. Shutting the attendance log the famed hero gathered the focus of the class to make a few announcements before crawling back into a yellowed sleeping bag.

"She already introduced herself, so I'll let her do her thing. Class 1-A is the only class receiving a permanent secondary instructor, more like an instructor in training, cause there's too many of you for me to handle; or so I've been told."

Retreating from the podium, Aizawa signaled for me to take center stage to get an impression from the pupils I would be taking care of. Brushing a few loose strands that were obstructing my view, my grin never faulting, I presented myself to the students.

"Sorry to storm in on y'all so early but, the headmaster thought it'd be best to get acquainted before the school year really kicked off."

A majority of the students were attenuative, minus the hushed chit chat, which raised my already intense expectations.

"Usually, the classes at U.A. only hold 18 kids. This year was different with the amount of recommendations added to the program, Todoroki's a good example. With how bombastic y'all are the principal thought it'd be best to make sure y'all had two teacher's breathing down your necks."

With little incident, so far, I eased off the podium to steal the chalk and mark up the board. My frame blocked most of the student's gazes from what I was crafting up as my introduction continued onwards.

"I'm still a greenhorn in the hero business even though I graduated a while ago which means, most of y'all don't have a clue about me. For homeroom, today, I wanted to get that all outta the way, so we can move forward; no question is a stupid question."

Clapping the dust away I turned on my heel to dispel any discomfort with a hearty smile as a few hands rose. Easiest to spot was a rigid and unwavering palm belonging to an equally rigid Iida, his face was recognizable from the class roster, so naturally I was interested in his inquiry. Pointing in his direction the boy launched out of his seat to stand upright, hand shooting up, and began an onslaught of questions.

"I am Iida Tenya, Class 1-A representative! As the class representative, I would like to offer a warm welcome to our homeroom and we look forward to working with you!"

Numerous students either sighed or simply smirked at his over enthusiasm.

"I do have some inquires for you as we will be working together! When was it decided we would need a secondary teacher? What is your background in the hero business? How long will you be with us this academic year?"

Hands raised in defense I prepared to answer all the questions posed by the students as calmly as possible however, an idea sparked. Moving to meet the side of the teaching podium I revealed my handy work splattered around the board. A mixture of scribbles, horrid drawings, and some legible print in an off-white color were pasted up for the students to see.

"I'm flattered by the welcome but, I'll only answer a few of ya questions. I hope to be with ya'll for most of the year since I'm a teacha in trainin'. I figure the rest of ya questions are better suited for a demonstration of my talent."

A true test for the students so early in the year didn't seem unimaginable, as I had been informed Aizawa was on the same wave link, so the dusty letters spelt 'Super Mega Quirk Reveal Training.' Everything I had heard from the other faculty members indicated my times in this homeroom would shape my future as a genuine hero.