AN- Alright, so, I've been having this little idea rattling around in my head for a while now, and just can't keep it contained anymore. I hope you all enjoy it.
Narrator Speaking
Shouting
"Conversation"
'Inner Monologue'
'Writing'
Prologue: Izuku Midoriya; NEW Origin.
Not all Men are Created Equal. I had learned this years ago, but even still, it remained true.
"Class, today we have a new addition to our class! Please, If you would come in young man." The young looking, red-headed teacher called to the door, drawing the students forward to see the new arrival.
"A-ah! Yes, Miss Bustier!" A male voice slightly stammered out from behind the door.
Some are Stronger, some are Smarter, and some are just Better. It sounds like a simple premise, but it was anything but.
The door slowly opened, allowing the class to see a head of green colored, slightly wavy hair, shaped almost like a bush.
As the door opened the rest of the way, the person who stepped through was both more and less than they expected.
To start with, the transfer was surprisingly short, standing at around 5" 6' or 7' at most, with some of that being hair. He also had an almost 'scared' demeanor around him, and almost scrunched into his uniform, giving the impression of a turtle who wanted to retreat into its shell.
Eventually though, Miss Bustier was able to place him front and center, and the boy seemed to take a moment to gather himself.
He took a deep breath, before exhaling it slowly. With it, came his introduction.
"Ah-oooh~. H-Hello everyone! M-M-My Na-Name is...
My Name is...
"Midoriya Izuku! I... hopewegetalong?" The boy hastily blabbered out, prompting some sniggers from some of the students, the most obvious being a blond with a pair of sunglasses perched on her head, causing the boy, Izuku?, to turn a bright red and shuffle into himself a bit more.
Thankfully, Miss Bustier was kind enough to bail him out, placing a hand on his shoulder, and getting the classes attention again.
"Alright, that's enough. Now, Mr. Midoriya, would you please take a seat next to Max? Max, raise your hand please." At this, the boy wearing a bright green shirt and spandex raised his hand beckoning Izuku his way.
As the boy walked to his new seat, you were thankful the seats around you were full.
Midoriya Izuku. And this is my Tale.
After all, it was hard enough keeping your secret from your friends, much less the new kid.