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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So I know I haven't updated my Assassination Classroom fanfiction in forever because I am a terrible author that seems to be physically incapable of sitting my butt down to write an entire chapter, but I just couldn't help writing this new one. I started Boku no Hero Academia, and it is glorious, and I've become trapped by it. I've had such a hard time staying still long enough to write a chapter of anything, but my love for BNHA prevailed. I hope all of you like this new story!


CHAPTER 1: NEW GIRL

"What's with the desk?" Kaminari inquired when he arrived to class. Their chairs in their room were always placed so that there were four columns and five rows for a total of twenty desks, but today there was an extra seat in the back row between Todoroki and Satou.

Mina's eyes glittered in excitement. "Oh, is it a new student?!"

"No way! Yuuei is known for never accepting transfer students!"

"But how else would you explain the extra desk?" Tooru exclaimed. "I hope it's a girl!"

Mineta grinned, a perverted gleam in his eyes. "I hope it's a girl too…"

The invisible girl scowled at him, though nobody could actually see her do so. "You're hoping that it's a girl for all the wrong reasons, Mineta-kun!"

"Alright, settle down." Conversations began to gradually fade out, and students took their seats after their homeroom teacher came into the room. "So there's someone all of you have to meet," he began ambiguously, causing everyone to furrow their eyebrows in curiosity and anticipation. Many glanced back at the extra seat that had been placed in the back row. The door opened quietly, followed by the soft clicks of shoes hitting against the floor. A figure slowly entered the classroom, making their way to stand by the teacher's desk and finally turning to face the class. Dazed, periwinkle eyes stared unblinkingly at the students. "This is our new transfer student," Aizawa explained.

"We accept transfer students?"

"I thought Yuuei only chose 36 regular students and four recommended students for the hero course?"

"Are they even allowed to add a new student like this?"

Aizawa sighed in irritation at the sudden wave of chatter that swept over the room. "Yuuei has decided to make an exception due to certain circumstances - that all of you have no business knowing - and has granted a special recommendation this year for this student. It's illogical really," he grumbled the last part under his breath then waved lazily at the new member. "Introduce yourself."

The students appraised the figure before them. It was a girl, a fairly small one, probably around the same height as or just a tad taller than Tsuyu, who was the shortest girl in the class. However, the class was paying more attention to her face rather than her petite stature. The female was wearing an unfocused expression, seeming as if she wasn't truly aware of anything that was occurring around her, simply floating along with whatever anyone wanted her to do. Curious about the new arrival, they waited for her to begin her introduction… and waited… and waited… and waited… and waited…

"…SAY SOMETHING!" Kaminari exclaimed, standing to slam his hands down on the desk in exasperation as he voiced everyone's thoughts. She continued staring then slowly took a couple steps forward. They all watched in confusion as she made her way to Ojiro's desk. Ojiro, unsure of how to react, gave a small, hesitant smile that faltered as she gazed down at him in the same unfocused manner. Then, in a movement so quick no one really saw how it happened, the girl snatched his tail in her arms to cuddle it to her chest, her expression mostly unchanging though her eyes drooped a bit more than before.

"Fluffy…"

Much of the class gaped while Ojiro stiffened immensely, cheeks reddening as his tail was hugged tightly against some girl he'd met literally 30 seconds ago. "E-eh?! Wait, you ca-" He was cut off when Aizawa yanked the girl back by the collar. She stared forlornly at the tail that slid out of her grasp.

"Oi, quit it," he scolded, annoyance lacing his tone. "Stop messing around and introduce yourself, so I can start class."

She blinked once then twice and finally, she spoke. "…Amachi… Michiko…" They waited for her to continue, but her light orbs roamed over the class before landing on one particular spot. They watched with bated breath as she began moving again, languidly walking towards her seat in the back.

However, on her way, she stopped then she turned to her right, eyes boring intensely into one highly uncomfortable Tokoyami Fumikage. He cleared his throat a bit before speaking. "Uh, is there something you n-?" Her hand shot out to pet the top of his beak, and the boy made an uncharacteristically shocked, squawk-like noise at the action.

"Birdy…" Another groan of frustration left the man standing at the front of the room, and his scarf shot out to wrap around the mesmerized girl and shove her into her new seat.

"You're always such a pain in the ass…" he grumbled. "Tokoyami, Ojiro, and Asui, try to keep your distance from her. She usually doesn't react to much, but she's always had a weird fascination with animals and never shies away from affection. Those two things combined are sure to cause trouble for you three." The three nodded unsurely while one tiny, perverted boy gritted his teeth in anger as he bemoaned the fact that he wasn't born with an animal Quirk. The girl ignored her new teacher's words, instead now focusing on someone new. She stared at the boy beside her, seemingly fascinated once again. He glanced questioningly at her, eyes wary at what his new seatmate may do after watching that odd display of hers.

"…Is it even biologically possible for one's hair to be so precisely split down the middle?"

The class fell silent at her soft words, sweat running down most of the students' foreheads as the girl asked the question everyone had thought at least once before, but never dared to voice in front of such a piercing, heterochromatic gaze. Before anyone could say more, Aizawa slammed a fist onto his desk. "Todoroki, ignore her. Amachi, shut up. Class is starting."

And with that, began another abnormal day at Yuuei Academy.


As soon as Present Mic finished his lesson and made his way out of the classroom, Michiko found her desk crowded by her new classmates.

"I'm Hagakure Tooru! Nice to meet you, Michiko-chan!"

"Kaminari Denki at your service! Hey, would you be interested in grabbing a bite with me after school?"

"Sero Hanta! Welcome to Class 1-A!"

Half-lidded eyes took in the overwhelming sight before her, expression unchanging. Another bright face appeared as a boy shoved his way to her desk. He lifted his hand to jab a thumb at his chest, a wide grin lifting his lips. "The name's Kirishima Eijirou! You must be pretty strong to have been able to enter Yuuei's hero course as a transfer student since it's never been done before. What's your Quirk, Amachi?"

"Michiko," she replied softly.

"Eh?"

"Just call me Michiko." He blinked at her a couple times before smiling again.

"Sure! You can call me Eijirou if you want too!"

Izuku curiously watched the scene, also eager to know more about the mysterious new girl that had joined their class. His fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to snatch his notebook out of his book bag and question her about her surely powerful Quirk. Iida and Uraraka came up to his desk, also staring at the crowd in wonder.

"Wah, how exciting!" Uraraka cheered, pumping her fist into the air. "Another girl!" With a plethora of males all eager to show off their manliness and only a mere six girls, their class really was lacking a bit of a feminine touch. "I hope we can become friends!"

"Yes, and as class representative, it is my duty to show her around the academy and answer any questions she may have!" Iida declared proudly. His expression then became thoughtful as he raised his hand to hold his chin. "However, the way that Amachi-kun entered Yuuei is indeed highly unorthodox. I have never heard of a case of a transfer student in the hero course before. A spot in the hero course here is extremely coveted, so those that weren't the four special recommendations or those that hadn't partaken in the entrance exam are usually never even considered."

Izuku spared another glance at Michiko. "There must be something special about her…"


"This is the cafeteria," Iida explained, arm shooting out to gesture towards the large open space that the students were gradually filling up. "The hero, Lunch-Rush, serves the food. And ove-AMACHI-KUN?!" He quickly grasped the girl's arm, yanking her out of the crowd that she was being swept away in.

Dazed eyes turned his way. "It's Michiko."

"Michiko-chan, you can't just let yourself get carried away like that," Ochako told her. But by then, the other girl was already staring off into the distance.


CRASH!

Everyone turned to the direction of the noise, startled. Michiko sat on the floor, surrounded by a few tables and chairs that had toppled over. "Amachi-san, you must be more careful!" Yaoyorozu scolded worriedly and hurried to her side to scan her for any injuries as others began fixing the seats.

"Ah… it's Michiko," she replied simply.

Yaoyorozu looked at her in exasperation. "Is that all you can say, Michiko-san?" She extended her hand to help the girl up and guided her to her assigned seat.

"Michiko-chan's pretty clumsy, huh?" Kirishima observed, an unsure smile on his face.

"She's a bit…" Izuku began, "…otherworldly, that's for sure."

Tokoyami nodded in assent, sitting on the desk that he had just righted a few seconds prior after the new girl had unceremoniously crashed into it as she was too immersed in her own mind to notice it in front of her. "She's constantly staring into space, as if seeing something that everyone else is unable to. Shrouded in such mystery, it's difficult to understand what she's thinking."

"Well, that's probably 'cause she's not thinking at all!" a malicious voice sneered. Bakugou kicked his feet up onto his desk, eyes set in a contemptuous glare.

"Oi, Bakugou, don't say that! Michiko-chan's just a little different, 's all!" Kirishima defended.

"You mean she's a fucking weirdo!"

"Kacchan!" Izuku glanced at Michiko, concerned that she would be hurt if she heard Bakugou say such things about her, though it seems his worry was unfounded as she seemed to be mesmerized once again by her seatmate's bicolored hair. Todoroki seemed unperturbed, but one might reconsider if they had caught the slight twitch of his pinky that may have indicated his discomfort at such blatant staring. "Don't be so mean!"

Explosions sparked in Bakugou's right palm. "You trying to order me around, Deku?!"

Izuku squeaked a bit. "N-no, Kacchan! I just t-thought it was a bit rude to Amachi-san and that you sh-"

"Michiko."

The class turned to the girl. "E-eh?"

"Mi. Chi. Ko." The class really didn't understand her odd persistence regarding her first name, but decided to attribute it to her overall strange personality.

Bakugou scoffed. "See? She's a freak."

"Bakugou-san, you're going much too far!" Yaoyorozu exclaimed disapprovingly as she stood by the new student's desk, gently slapping at Michiko's hand when it stretched out dangerously close to Todoroki's head. "You haven't even attempted to get to know her."

"I don't need to 'get to know her' to know she's probably just some weak bitch with a useless Quirk that only got into U. A. because her daddy pulled some fucking strings for her!"

Kirishima firmly gripped the angry boy's shoulder, his expression a bit harsher than before. "Hey, man, seriously, that's not funny. I don't know what you have against Michiko-chan, but you've gotta stop. Lay off of her."

"Yeah, you don't know anything about Michiko-chan, so leave her alone!"

"Well, I don't have a daddy, if that's any help. So there's no way he could've pulled any strings," Michiko supplied dispassionately, shrugging her shoulders as she once again reached out towards Todoroki. This time, nobody stopped her as an awkward tension filled the room and even Bakugou tensed, the sparks in his palms slowly fading out. A silence fell over the class.

"Ah… well, that's one way to bring a room down," Kaminari stated with a hesitant smile. Sero reached over and smacked Bakugou upside the head for his lack of tact.

Kirishima grimaced and turned back to Michiko with an apologetic expression on his face. "Michiko-chan, sorry, he really didn't mean any… harm…" The redhead trailed off as he took in the scene before him. While everyone had been shocked into silence by the girl's bold statement, she had taken the chance to roll her wheeled chair to her left so she could play with her seat neighbor's unique hair. Well… she didn't really seem hurt. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

Any other time, Todoroki would've sent a cold glare and harshly removed her hand from his person or just frozen her entire arm before it could touch him, but her remark had startled even him a bit and the twinge of pity he felt for her allowed her to run her fingers through his hair. While his own dad was fairly shitty and left much to be desired, at least he had one.

Surprisingly, her touch hadn't bothered him as much as he'd expected. He had always despised his hair and eyes as they were always a reminder that he had his despicable father's blood running through his veins.

'Your left side is unsightly.'

Terrible memories resurfaced every time he looked into a mirror, and he hated when people mentioned his appearance. But her gaze wasn't really like other people. Different from the judgmental or probing stares he usually got, her eyes were innocent, almost childlike, just purely curious about how he looked, which made it difficult to feel any true anger towards her. It would feel like he was getting angry at a six-year-old, someone who didn't really know any better, and that was just petty.

And, furthermore, her touch was gentle. Soothing in a way. It evoked emotions within him that he hadn't felt in a long time. The last time anyone had touched him like this had been…

'You want to be a hero, don't you? It's okay for you to be one.'

"Michiko-san." Yaoyorozu's worried voice shattered through his reverie. "Have Bakugou-san's words hurt you in any way?"

She paused, the white locks she had been twirling around her finger coming loose. The blond girl faced her and tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I… Your father…"

She blinked, lips forming an 'o' in realization. "Oh, I'm not upset. He passed away when I was a barely a toddler; I don't even remember him."

"Still…"

"You can't miss someone you don't even really know. I didn't say what I did to make you all feel bad. It was just a fact." She trailed her eyes over to Bakugou. "So don't get mad at him." And with that, her hands resumed their previous actions, tugging at and twirling strands of red and white around thin fingers. The tension, slowly and steadily, melted away, and smiles returned as conversation started once more. Kirishima strode over to Bakugou's desk, arm wrapping around his neck in a playful chokehold.

"You just dodged a bullet there, my friend." The blond growled in response, yanking the other's arm off of him.

"Shut up," he spat, though his posture had noticeably relaxed.

Laughter was heard as people finally began to register the true absurdity of Michiko playing with the hair of the harsh and stoic Todoroki. He proceeded to grip her wrist to toss her hand away from him with a sigh, glaring coldly at her when they began to gravitate towards him again. To think he'd felt enough pity for her to allow her to mess with his hair like that only to find out she hadn't felt any sadness whatsoever from Bakugou's careless comment. It wasn't often Todoroki thought of himself as foolish, but this was certainly one of those times.

He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. 'Ridiculous…'

The door opened, and Aizawa stepped in to begin class.


"Today will be rescue training." Excited chatter broke out at the news of their lesson. "You can choose to wear your costume or not this time. Some may limit your abilities in this activity, after all. Amachi, yours is already in there as well," Aizawa said, gesturing towards the case labeled '21'. "It's a bit far, so we'll be taking the bus. Now get ready."


"Oh, Michiko-chan, your outfit is so cute!" Uraraka exclaimed when she came outside.

"Ah… thanks." Like many of the girls in the class, Michiko's hero outfit consisted of a tight bodysuit for ease of maneuverability, the long sleeves reaching her ankles and wrists. At her chest, it was white then gradually darkened into sky blue and by the time the fabric reached her feet, it was navy in color. A utility belt was wrapped around her waist, holding various pouches, while her feet were adorned with long black boots. Lastly, a long sheath was strapped to her back, causing some of her classmates' eyes to widen.

"Is that a sword?" Kaminari inquired incredulously. "You know how to wield one?"

She tilted her head, an action she was apparently prone to doing. "Why would I have one strapped to myself if I didn't know how to use it?"

He raised his hands in surrender as Kirishima laughed, slapping him on the back. "Alright, I got it, stupid question."

"How does your suit help your Quirk, Michiko-chan?" Uraraka asked instead.

She thought for a moment. "I specialize in close combat so I requested a unitard bodysuit to allow maximum mobility and flexibility. I also asked for it to be made of durable material that doesn't rip easily whether it be from slices of swords or the heat of flames as close combat often has high risks of sustaining damage from frontal attacks. My sword…" Michiko's voice faded out, feet moving forward and eyes brightening a bit as she passed by the people she had been conversing with. They watched her in confusion as they tried to figure out why she had ended the discussion so abruptly, only to sigh in understanding as she began trailing after an uncomfortable Tokoyami and Ojiro, arm outstretched in an attempt to touch the boy's tail.

"Aaaand she's gone," Kaminari declared, an exasperated smile on his lips. "She really can't seem to keep her attention on one thing, can she?"

Kirishima nudged his shoulder. "Hey, give her some credit. That was the most she'd said at once all day. I'm sure she'll start opening up later."

"Ah, but her information was so general! I couldn't tell what her Quirk is at all!"

"Cheer up, Uraraka! At least we know it's something suited for close combat, like my hardening Quirk! And we'll figure out her Quirk soon at the training anyway!"

The brunette brightened. "You're right! I bet it'll be amazing!"

SMACK!

They all turned, finding the aforementioned girl sprawled face down on the ground, having tripped. Ojiro was kneeling next to her, concern on his features as he asked her if she was okay, while Tokoyami stood a little ways away with an awkward and perturbed expression on his face. Michiko simply pushed herself up, stared at Ojiro for a few moments, then snatched his tail into her arms, which caused him to jolt in surprise. The flustered boy proceeded to plead with her to release his tail, but she merely ignored him and cuddled closer.

Uraraka, Kaminari, and Kirishima exchanged another unsure look.

"Let go." Aizawa came to save the day once more and yanked her off the poor boy. "You, quit causing so much trouble." He turned to Ojiro. "You, be more assertive. She won't listen if you aren't." Ojiro nodded hesitantly, not having been expecting getting reprimanded as well. "Now get on the bus. We don't have all day."

Iida raced to the vehicle, pushing his glasses up. "Everyone, form two lines according to your seat number, so that we can smoothly board the bus!"


Michiko stepped onto the bus, and her eyes immediately zeroed in on the frog-like girl from her class. Her right was occupied by the redhead from earlier, but her left was open. She began making her way over when a curly-haired boy sat there instead.

She stared.

Izuku raised his head, letting out a squeak when he found eyes boring intensely into his. What had he done? As he tried to figure it out, he frantically glanced around him to find any indication of why the new student seemed to be trying to drill holes into his head with her gaze alone. A lightbulb lit up above his head when he caught sight of Tsuyu sitting beside him. 'Did she… want to sit next to Asui-san?' Unable to take much more of her piercing gaze, he was about to offer to move when she abruptly turned. She eyed the open seat by Mina now instead and stopped again when Aoyama sat down. He was then forced to suffer what Izuku had moments prior for a few long seconds, causing him to tremble a bit, before she finally walked away to the back of the bus.

"What was that all about?" Kaminari questioned as he sat down as well.

"I think she wanted to sit by Asui-san or Ashido-san," Izuku observed.

"Well, Aizawa-sensei did say she liked animals, so Ashido's horns and Asui's frog-like tendencies probably attracted her."

Izuku shook his head. "I think it's a bit more than that. Amachi-san seems to like those with more… exotic features, not just those resembling animals. That's most likely why she's so taken by Todoroki-kun as well." He pointed a finger to the back of the vehicle. They all looked and saw Michiko sitting by Todoroki, a content air so different from the suffocating one she had shown a few seconds ago surrounding her as she stared at his hair while the boy just ignored her.

"Her expression hasn't changed one bit, so I don't know how I can tell, but she looks happy," Satou admitted. "I think it has something to do with the aura."

"But shouldn't she be used to people like that? I mean, it's been a few generations since Quirks began manifesting, and now that 80% of the population has them, those kind of people are more common nowadays."

Izuku held his chin in thought. "Hm… maybe she likes looking people that look different from herself." The others furrowed their eyebrows questioningly. "I-I mean, Amachi-san always seems really bored and spaced out, right? Maybe she likes those that appear different from herself since it gives her something to pay attention to."

"That seems fairly plausible. I'll have to talk to her more sometime," Tsuyu stated with a finger pressed against her chin.

"Are you not bothered by her weird fixation with exotic-looking humans?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly. She doesn't seem to be dangerous or trying to be hurtful. She just genuinely seems to love touching people that she takes an interest in. It's almost like she's a little kid really." Tsuyu took another glimpse at her, lips curling into a smile as Todoroki fought off the strange girl's hands that constantly reached out towards his hair, finally getting fed up with it and freezing her arms to the arm rests in order to stop her movements. He closed his eyes again and leaned back, an almost unnoticeable sigh of relief escaping him. "I think she's a bit adorable, to be honest."

Kirishima cut in with a grin. "She has guts too. Not many are able to approach such stoic guys like Todoroki and Tokoyami so easily."

"Saw her eyeing Shouji earlier too; he's probably her next target. The girl's fearless, I tell you," Kaminari added, tone playful.

Aizawa boarded the bus, checking to make sure everyone was on. "You all settled? Alright, let's go."


"My power is one that can easily be used to kill. In our superhuman society today, Quirks have become certified and strictly regulated, so it doesn't appear to be much of a problem on the surface. However, please be aware that there are Quirks that can easily kill with one wrong step. With Aizawa-sensei's test, you've all discovered your hidden potential, and with All Might's combat training, you learned the danger of using your powers against another person. This class is a fresh start; you will learn how to apply your Quirks in a way that can save people. Your powers do not exist to harm others. Please go home today with the understanding that you have your powers to help people. That is all. Thank you for listening." Cheers broke out, the students having felt moved by such a passionate speech.

Yaoyorozu clapped along, nudging at Michiko with a frown when she saw her eyes glazed over. "Michiko-san, were you paying attention at all? That was a very important speech that Thirteen-san just gave."

The gentlemanly hero chuckled. "Spaced out as always, huh?"

Izuku, who had been listening, furrowed his eyebrows, finding something strange about that sentence. He was about to question it when Aizawa cut in.

"Alright, now-" He paused when he saw Michiko raise her hand up to point an index finger behind him. He was about to look when the electricity suddenly went out, though that wasn't too much of a problem as the numerous windows provided a good amount of light. Aizawa spun around to follow where his student had been pointing and gritted his teeth at the ominous black swirl that was manifesting by the fountain. A face soon revealed itself. "Everybody, gather together and don't move! Thirteen, protect the students!"

"Is this like the entrance exam where the lesson's already started?" Kirishima wondered.

"Don't move!" their teacher ordered again harshly. "Those… are villains."

The class felt their blood run cold. 'Villains… here?' More and more people began stepping out of the black mist, cruel smiles stretching their lips.

Kirishima stepped back, stopping when he bumped into someone. He looked back, smiling grimly when he saw Michiko. "Well, Michiko-chan… it seems like you're gonna have one hell of a first day here."

"Ah… it seems so."


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