A/N: Oh goodness. It feels so weird writing again after so long. I was more of a One Piece Fanfiction writer, but now I am trying my hand at Boku no Academia. I hope I will be able to do the characters justice. Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome. Anyways, without further ado, enjoy.

It was so surreal.

Midoriya still couldn't believe that he had managed to receive a scholarship for the same prestigious university his role model All Might had attended. He was proud and overwhelmed and also a little nervous about his first day.

"I never loved you. You were convenient for me to release my sexual frustrations."

He shook his head. Why would he remember the venomous words Kacchan once said years ago? He breathed in and forced a smile. Prior to his scholarship letter, his life had been far from perfect. But that was different now. His long awaited fresh new start was finally here. And he could experience it without him.

The archaic building towered over him as it began to sink in. He was really here. The neatly kept garden of flowers and the rich green grass that surrounded the university yard weren't a fragment of his imagination, but his actual reality.

For the first time in a long while he smiled a real smile.

This was the beginning of his happily ever after. He didn't need to go through the torture of seeing Kacchan daily at school, and the pain of having to pretend he was fine when he was dying inside. He didn't have to remain in their extremely toxic relationship anymore. He had finally broken the unhealthy cycle of Kacchan hurting him and him taking Kacchan back.

He could now meet new people. Fall in love. Be loved. The possibilities were limitless. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he pulled out his timetable and walked down the corridor in search of the lecture room neighbour.

"202...203..." He mumbled, too concentrated on his timetable to notice the girl walking towards him -who was also equally distracted.

"Oh, sorry!" He apologised awkwardly as all her books fell to the ground.

"Oh no, it's fine!" She said as they both knelt down to pick them up.

She looked at him and growled, "You don't have to!"

"It's my fault," Izuku insisted.

She thanked him reluctantly, tucking a strand of her jet black fringe behind her ear.

At closer glance she looked like an older student. Fumbling, Izuku showed her his timetable, "Erm, actually...this is my first day here and I am struggling to find this room. I don't know if you can help?"w

"You're definitely going in the wrong direction," She said, reading over his timetable, "I have the same class and luckily I happen to know where it is. Follow me. I'm Momo."

"Izuku," He smiled as he followed her, the two of them engaging in meaningless conversation about their courses and accommodation.

"Here's the room. It's amazing that you got accepted on the scholarship programme," She said as they entered the room, "They rarely give those out."

The room was filled with so many quirky characters. He felt that being average looking was actually going to make him stand out from the crowd.

"You can sit next to me if you want," Momo said when she saw the dread etched on his face.

"Erm..sure."

He talked to her for a while. She introduced him to a few of the other classmates, which he became acquainted with.

"Take your seats," The lecturer said in a monotone voice, walking into the room with a stoic expression on his face. He looked rather dishevelled, his hair unkempt. Midoriya immediately recognised him as Mr. Aizawa. A renowned professor at the university who many knew, but very few ever got the chance of meeting. He looked around the room, briefly making eye contact with Midoriya, "Seems we'll have an interesting class this semester."

Midoriya gasped for air. He had made eye contact with THE Shota Aizawa. He turned to look around, but none of the other classmates were as impressed as he was. Quickly he regained his composure, hoping no one had seen him fangirling over the teacher.

"I totally saw that," Momo said, glancing over at Midoriya before turning to the next page, "Creep."

He opened his mouth to respond, but couldn't think of a suitable excuse. Mr. Aizawa began to introduce the subject, but his voice was drowned out by Momo's 21 questions.

"You like him," She asked, a small smile on her face.

"It's not like that. It's just...I've always idolised him" Midoriya explained, "You know..."

"He is the adviser for the university paper," She said, her smile widening, "If you're interested."

"He is?" Midoriya said, looking at Mr. Aizawa and then at Momo, "I mean, I'm very interested in journalism and the sort. And it would be an honour to work under him-"

"Figuratively or literally," Momo grinned.

"I said it's not like that," Midoriya said, unable to stop himself from smiling, "I just think it's a great opportunity."

"Good luck though. Many have tried to grab his attention, but fail," Momo warned, "I wonder if it's because of that wife of his."

"Again," Midoriya emphasised, "It's not what you think."

"Okay loverboy," She teased before turning her attention to Mr. Aizawa.

"University paper huh," Midoriya thought as he stared at Mr. Aizawa with intent.