Misfit High School!
by Ulquiorra9000
Chapter 1: Meet the New Girl (and try to make a good impression on people for once)
Izuku Midoriya was getting just a little bit tired of Denki taking forever to do what he and Bakugo had been urging him to do, and halfway through English class that September afternoon, Midoriya clenched a determined fist on his desk and decided that it was time for action. While Present Mic was busy writing more boring verbs on the chalkboard and singing them out loud (very annoying), Midoriya gave Bakugo a nod to say I'm gonna do it, then he got out a piece of paper and scribbled a message on it.
"Aw yeah, so this word's walk, and this little number is run, and this one's my favorite, it's think, oh yeah!" Present Mic said, writing the words with way too much flourish. Meanwhile, with his back turned, Midoriya folded up his message into a paper airplane, took aim, and tossed it right at Denki's head.
Thunk. The airplane hit right on target, and Denki flinched at the sudden impact. He fumbled with the paper and nearly dropped it, and turned to see who had thrown it.
Midoriya pretended to be interested in the little songbird singing outside the classroom window.
"Midoriya!" Iida hissed. His glasses' panes flashed. "Are you passing notes?"
"Just one, I promise," Midoriya muttered back. He normally didn't cause a big ruckus in class, but heck, one little thing wouldn't hurt. And if he didn't do it, Bakugo would, and Denki would have a proper dent in his skull.
Iida scoffed but otherwise turned his attention back to the lesson. Behind him, Jiro snorted with laughter.
Meanwhile, Bakugo and Midoriya watched carefully as Denki unfolded the airplane-message and read it. At once, Denki turned bright red and gave Midoriya a scandalized look. "I-it's too soon, Izuku!" he blurted out, and way too loud.
Bakugo clapped the heel of his palm against his forehead. "Dumbass..."
"Whoa! Did I hear a little negative talk?" Present Mic said dramatically as he turned around, treating the chalk like a mic. "Was that you, Denki Kaminari?"
More students giggled as Denki tried to save face. The blond lightning boy hid the paper airplane just before the teacher saw it, but the spotlight was still on him. "Uh..."
"Speak up, boyo!" Present Mic said, cupping a hand near his ear.
"I... I can't inflect all these verbs," Denki said half-heartedly. "English is kinda hard."
"Everything's hard for him to grasp," Jiro muttered, and this time, it was Mineta who snorted in laughter.
Present Mic offered a hand. "Step on stage and try it, little Denki!" he offered. "Be a star!"
"Little?" Denki bristled.
"Just come up and do it! Yeah!"
Denki looked to Yaoyorozu or Shoto (the brains of the class) for help, but he was on his own. So, he slouched his way up to the chalkboard.
"Inflect play to the past tense," Present Mic said.
"Uh..." With trembling hands, Denki wrote his answer on the board.
The whole class burst out laughing.
"Ohhhhhh! Swing and a miss!" Present Mic said. "Son, you wrote peppered! That's not even close!"
Denki hung his head. "But..."
"Try grow."
Denki ended up with gown.
"Or wash?"
Wish.
"Okay, maybe next time," Present Mic said, and he actually patted Denki on the head before the mortified student hurried back to his seat.
As Present Mic turned back to the chalkboard, Denki whirled around in his seat. "What the hell!" he mouthed. Midoriya merely gave him a sympathetic look and two thumbs up for encouragement while Bakugo was trying not to have an aneurysm holding back his laughter.
*o*o*o*o*
After school let out that day, Denki was still pretty riled up when he joined Midoriya and Bakugo on their way across the school's front grounds.
"That was totally uncool!" Denki cried, now that it was actually safe to raise his voice. "Midoriya, I thought you were on my side!"
Midoriya gave Denki a friendly pat on the back. "I am, Denki. I can tell you need a little push, so I gave it to you."
"Yeah, but what about that fiasco in class?" Denki insisted. "And wait a minute. I don't need a little push from you guys! I'm fine!"
"Doubt it," Bakugo said snidely. He had his school bag slung over his shoulder like usual, trying to look cool as his tie was jostled in a sudden breeze.
Denki made a frustrated noise. "You're just pulling my leg, aren't you?"
Bakugo pointed up ahead. "If you're such a big shot, there she is. Make your move."
Both Denki and Midoriya looked ahead at a chattering group of girlfriends, where Tsuyu, Jiro, Yaoyorozu, Itsuka Kendo, and most importantly of all, Mina Ashido were chattering happily. Midoriya watched as Mina laughed at one of Itsuka's jokes, not a care in the world. She radiated cheer and warmth. No wonder Denki was into her!
Denki was already cherry-red again. "Hey, no sweat. Watch me."
"He ain't gonna do it," Bakugo commented as Denki raced ahead to greet the girls.
"He's gonna make it," Midoriya said. "I have a good feeling about this time."
Bakugo huffed. "You sure give that lightning dumbass a lot of credit."
Meanwhile, Denki got the girls' attention and they stopped to listen to him, so Midoriya and Bakugo halted to give them a little space.
Come on, stick the landing, Midoriya urged Denki as he watched the lightning boy chat up Mina Ashido. Any second now...!
The girls all laughed out loud as Mina made an apologetic face and motioned at Denki, and the lightning boy hung his head just like in class. He just stood there as the girls moved on, already chattering again.
Midoriya and Bakugo caught up with Denki and they resumed their usual walk home. "I knew it -" Bakugo started.
"Hey, at least he tried," Midoriya cut in. "Right?"
"Find me a decent hole in the ground," Denki moaned, "so I can climb into it and vanish."
Bakugo gave Denki a pretty rough clap on the back. "Buck up, pal. There's always next time."
"What next time?" Denki howled. "They all laughed at me! And it goes without saying that Mina said no!"
"Askin' girls out ain't easy. Why d'you think pickup artists exist?" Bakugo said.
Denki scowled. "To be sleazy?"
"No, to show us amateurs how it's done," Bakugo said with satisfaction as the three boys rounded a corner in the idyllic neighborhood. Overhead, a plane flew far overhead. "Like Shoji."
"Shoji?" Denki said in disbelief. "That doesn't count! He only got Yaoyorozu to go out with him once. And they decided to be just friends afterwards."
Bakugo made a nasty grin. "Which makes him a god compared to you."
Denki's hysterical response wasn't fit for sane human ears.
"And speaking of which," Bakugo said, wincing, "check it out, Midoriya. She's here again."
Oh no... Midoriya recognized that cunning, fox-like stare that peeked over the hedges up ahead. "Run!" Midoriya cried.
The three boys raced past that property just as a certain girl erupted from behind the hedge. "Izuku! Darling!" she cried. "I've been waiting for you! Come back!"
"No way!" Midoriya cried over his shoulder.
Himiko Toga waved her arms. "I can't go on without you, Izuku! Because I love you!"
"Hear that?" Bakugo teased. "Better go back!"
"You first!"
The three boys got lucky; Toga only chased them for one block before slinking off. "I'll see you tomorrow, Izuku darling!" Toga cried, blowing a kiss.
Midoriya would have sighed if her weren't out of breath. "Class 1-C... has the craziest people..."
"So you're not gonna hit that?" Bakugo said with a straight face.
Midoriya jolted. "H-hey! Language!"
"What a prude." Bakugo's eyes widened as the boys turned another corner to where Midoriya's house was. "Hey, what's up with all that?"
Midoriya spotted the moving van parked in the driveway of the empty house next to his, and he also spotted two moving men carrying a large dresser down the truck's ramp. That dresser looked like the kind a girl would have...
"Hey, new neighbors," Bakugo said. "They'd better not be lame."
"That's mean," Denki commented.
"Let's meet them," Midoriya offered. "It'll just take a minute."
Bakugo shrugged. "Why not."
Midoriya brought his two friends to the front door and knocked.
"Who is it?" A man's voice answered right before he swung the door open. The man standing there had light brown hair and stylish stubble on his jaw, and looked pretty friendly. He saw the three boys and waved hello. "Oh. Good afternoon. Can I help you?"
Midoriya smiled and pointed at the house to the left. "I'm Izuku Midoriya. I live with my mom over there in house 14. Nice to meet you!"
"Katsuki Bakugo," Bakugo muttered as he glanced away, clearly not interested.
"Denki Kaminari. Nice to meet you, too!" Denki said cheerily, earning him a scathing look from Bakugo.
"Nice to meet you kids. I'm Daisuke Uraraka," the man said. "I just moved here for work with my wife and daughter. They're still busy with the move, though." He brightened. "In fact, my daughter is around your age. You'll probably see her at school tomorrow."
"Can we meet her?" Midoriya blurted out, then mentally winced. Why was he being so forward?!
Mr. Uraraka looked skeptical. "Well, um... we're still busy -"
"Dad? Who're you talking to?" a girl's voice said, and a brunette young woman Midoriya's age came down the house's stairs, dressed lightly in jean shorts and a pink top.
"New neighbors," Mr. Uraraka said warmly. "This is Midoriya, who lives next door. And his friends live around here, too. Let's try and get along with them, okay?"
"I'm Denki!" Denki said just as cheerily as before.
"Katsuki Bakugo," the gruff boy said in the same tone as earlier.
"Come on, dad, let them in! They look so nice!" the girl said. "I'll show them around. I mean, I was gonna try and meet the neighbors soon anyway."
"All right." Mr. Uraraka stepped back. "Welcome, boys. Just make sure the moving men can get around you. They're still busy."
"Thanks." Midoriya couldn't stop grinning as he and his friends followed the girl up the stairs, probably to her room.
"I'm Ochaco Uraraka," the girl said over her shoulder. "I'm gonna be your classmate!"
"Oh, you'll love our school," Midoriya said eagerly. "Everyone's so cool and friendly, and the teachers are great, and..."
Ochaco giggled. "Hey, I'm already enrolled. You don't have to sell it."
"Uh..." Midoriya felt himself go red. "I-I just meant..."
"I'm just teasing. Thanks for welcoming me." Ochaco smiled and led the boys to the upstairs landing. "I already have some of my stuff unpacked. Come and see."
Denki looked shocked. "You're letting dudes into your room?"
"Oh come on, I'm not shy," Ochaco said, leading them inside. "Make yourselves at home! Nothing scary in here, I promise."
She was right; although her bed wasn't in here yet, Ochaco had set up several framed photos on the walls: one of a hyacinth in sunset light, one of a cliff face, and one of a set of old fashioned power tools. She also had a large, fancy desk set up which had a vase of flowers on one side,a painted clay cup with pens and pencils in it, and a laptop turned partly away from where Midoriya stood. Ochaco also had a charming, white painted bookshelf in one corner with a bunch of random hardback and paperback volumes stacked in it, a weird mix of technical manuals, shojo manga volumes, and travel guides.
Midoriya tried to save face. "So, where are you fr -" he started, only to be interrupted by several loud voices.
"Ochaco! Who are those guys?" a girl's disembodied voice cried, and Midoriya let out a terrified yelp.
"Ghosts!" he cried.
Bakugo snorted. "Dude. It's the new girl's friends on Skype. Look."
He pointed at the laptop on the desk, and Midoriya moved over to see that four girls were all crowded together on the screen, all of them eyeing the boys curiously.
"Oh!" Ochaco winced. "Sorry! I almost forgot. I was chatting with my friends from my old school, just checking in."
"Ooooooh, Ochaco, you're bold as ever," one of the girls said in a teasing tone. "Hey, what's that blond hottie's name?"
Bakugo and Denki looked at each other in confusion; they were both blond, after all.
"Is he one of the neighbors?" another girl asked eagerly.
"Which one?" Ochaco asked.
"The green-haired guy's not bad either," another girl added slyly before Ochaco stomped over to the laptop and shut it.
"Oops. Lost my internet connection," she said, clearly annoyed.
"Your friends sure are nosy," Bakugo commented.
"Don't mind them. They're always pulling stuff like that." Ochaco smiled again. "Anyway, I came here from Mie prefecture with my family. Mom and dad have a construction business, and there's some good contracts here my mom found, so... here we are!" She spread her arms wide. "Well... except Kuro. He's staying in his crate for now."
"Who?" Midoriya asked. He suddenly pictured some poor guy trapped in a shipping crate for some reason.
"My dog! I got him just last year," Ochaco said brightly. She clasped her hands together under her chin and started daydreaming. "My dad bought him for my birthday. He's this big black German Shepherd with the biggest heart in the world."
"Sounds like he could beat Midoriya in a fight," Bakugo joked. "Izuku's scared of dogs, you see."
"I am not!" Midoriya snapped.
"You ran away from a Shiba Inu. I saw it."
"It was freaking me out!"
"My point exactly, chum."
Ochaco giggled again. "What about you guys? How's school? What's fun to do around here?"
"Besides the arcade, swimming pools, and new movie theater with rumble seats?" Bakugo said with a sly grin. "Not... a whole lot, actually, which is why Izuku and I like to make our own fun."
"It sounds illegal when you put it like that," Denki said.
"I mean, we poke around the outskirts on our bikes and explore sometimes," Bakugo said. "We like to watch the world breathe. At least, that's the lame way Izuku puts it." He offered a casual grin.
Ochaco looked impressed. "That sounds really cool! Can I come sometime?"
"You got a bike?" Bakugo asked.
"No, but I can beg my dad to buy me one," Ochaco said with a grin just as sly as Bakugo's.
"I like to play basketball," Denki offered, but no one was listening. And at that moment, a woman's voice called up the stairs, "Ochaco, dear, please come own and help. We have a lot of boxes to move."
"Okay, mom!" Ochaco called back. She smiled. "Sorry, guys, but we've gotta keep unpacking, or I'll have to sleep on a cardboard box tonight."
"Sorry," Midoriya said automatically, anything to keep this girl smiling.
Ochaco led the three boys down the stairs and to the front door. "Oh! I almost forgot," she said. "What are your quirks?"
"Explosion," Bakugo said with relish.
"Lightning," Denki said.
"I... don't have one," Midoriya admitted.
"Oh. Uh..." It looked like Ochaco wanted to reassure him, but tactfully decided not to comment on it. "Mine's zero gravity. I would use it to help these poor moving guys, but I can't control it very well yet. Mom doesn't want me using it until I get formal training after I graduate high school."
"Sounds like fun," Denki said. Bakugo merely grunted.
"See ya guys tomorrow!" Ochaco said, waving happily as Denki and Bakugo crossed the Uraraka family's front lawn and across the street. Midoriya moved to cross the threshold, but Ochaco held his shoulder. "Hang on a minute," she said.
Midoriya blinked. "Me?" Yes!
"I-I just gotta ask you something," Ochaco said bashfully, going pink in the face. "If you don't mind?"
Midoriya's heart raced as he did a victory lap in his mind. Here it comes!
Ochaco beamed. "Your friend Bakugo... is he single?"