Chapter 1. Introductions
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
'English Speech'
Aizawa leered over class 1-A. He was released from the hospital just this morning after the heavy beating he received during the attack at the USJ. He sighed deeply at the students expressing their concern for him, which made the bandages wrapping his head tickle his face. This annoyed Aizawa further as he had no way of scratching himself due to the massive casts adorning both of his arms. He would push through however, because he was a professional.
'I should have taken the day off,' He mused to himself. The only reason he had not was because of a couple rather large announcements he had to make today. Deciding he had silently looked at the class long enough, he began.
"Needless to say, I will be fine," He opened with. Aizawa looked out of the corner of his eye towards the open door to see a young man and women giving him a thumbs up. He looked back to the class and continued, "Over the long weekend U.A. has been searching for ways to ramp up security. Eventually a bid was accepted from a United States firm called 'EMC Armaments'." Momo Yaoyorozu's ears perked up, and if she hadn't been sitting in the rear of the class the other students would have noticed the surprised look on her face. "In addition to armed personnel stationed around the campus, two specialists will be joining our class for the foreseeable future as 'transfer students.'" Aizawa watched in disgust as the room erupted in the unmistakable castrophony of high school chatter. "Enough!" He raised his voice, causing everyone to instantly silence. "Wake me up when you finish introducing yourselves," Aizawa directed his voice towards the doorway before curling up into his sleeping bag in the front left corner of the classroom.
Class 1-A fixated silently as two young adults entered the room in U.A. uniforms. Yaoyorozu blanched. The first one who entered was of average height and build, a blonde head of hair adorned his crown with clean shaven sides, fading up to leave only an inch or two on the top, which was brushed off to the left side. He wore a massive grin on his face, as if there were nowhere else in the world he would rather be. His most distinct feature however, was his jet-black right hand poking out from the cuff of his U.A. sports jacket, which instantly caught the eye of one Izuku Midoriya. 'Does he have a prosthetic arm?' He began his analysis. 'I wonder if it is in result of an injury? Could it be from battle? I wonder what his quirk could be? If he has seen live combat to then he must be very formidable.' Izuku was awoken from his trance be a bang on his desk.
"Quit mumbling, you freak," muttered Katsuki under his breath. Izuku broke out in a ferocious blush as he realized he had begun mumbling out loud, just in time for the second new student to enter.
The next person to enter was a bonafide beauty. She had long white hair down to her waist with her bangs tied into a small ponytail in the front. She too had a large grin on her face, but one could tell it was a smile she wore often. She was slightly shorter than the man, and it was evident even through her U.A. uniform that she harbored a very curvy and luscious body, especially noticed by one Minoru Mineta, who was now the one mumbling under his breath.
The two new students stood in front of the class and exuded an air of confidence as the man spoke, "it's a pleasure to meet all of you! My name is Eirian Howell, but when I'm in Japan I usually just go by Haruki." The man now known as Haruki turned and began writing on the board. "it's written 'sun' and 'living,'" he said as he wrote the kanji on the chalkboard. He turned back to the class and continued, "no need to worry about honorifics with me, just Haruki is fine." Haruki then looked over to the women for her to take over.
"Hello everyone. My name is Mirajane Strauss, it's a pleasure to meet you!" the class could tell that Haruki had a much better grasp on the Japanese language than the one called Mirajane, as she seemed to shakily get through her introduction. Subtle relief adorned Mirajane's face as she looked back at Haruki to continue.
"We are new transfer students here on terms with your principal, Nezu-sensei," He exclaimed, "U.A. has formed a contract my company, 'EMC Armaments,' to boost the protection of U.A. and it's students. In exchange for the personnel we have been allowed to transfer into the hero course here, even though we are above the allowed age to enroll." Haruki motioned towards Mirajane, "Mirajane here is still learning Japanese, and I'm sure you have many questions, so I will answer them to the best of my ability for the both of us," he concluded. Almost every hand in the class shot up.
"Alright then," Haruki chuckled, "Let's start in the front and work our way back." He pointed at Hagakure, "Ask away," he said.
"Hi! Ummm, my name is Hagakure Toru, and I was wondering if I have seen you on tv before? You seem really familiar…." she trailed off.
Haruki smiled, "My company is in the regular news cycle, especially after some work we did with the U.S. department of defense. My parent company, EMC, is also regularly in the news, we pop up pretty occasionally, so I wouldn't be surprised if you saw us at some point." He finished. He gestured for Ojiro to ask the next question.
"Hi there! It's nice to meet you!" He began, "isn't EMC that big space mining company? Do you work for them?"
Haruki snickered, "Ah yes, EMC stands for 'Extraterrestrial Mining Corporation.' And yeah, I guess you could say we work for them." He pointed at the next student whose hand was raised.
"Hey there, it's nice to meet the both of you, my name is Jirou Kyouka. I was wondering why you are wearing a glove on your hand." The class's eyes shifted to Haruki's hand as he began taking off his coat. Once his coat was off he began to roll up the sleeve of his white button up, revealing that his whole arm had a glossy carbon finish.
"I actually lost my arm when I was little so now I have this prosthetic," Haruki showed off his arm by wiggling around his fingers and bending his elbow. "I designed it myself!" he stated as he began rolling his sleeve back up, the class looking moderately impressed.
'I guess I was wrong about him losing it in battle,' Izuku thought to himself as he took some notes down. He looked up to notice that Kaminari was now asking a question.
"Yo! I'm Kaminari Denki! You seem pretty old to be a freshman in high school, just how old are you?" He asked.
"We're both seventeen," Haruki said as he finished slipping his arm through the hole of his sport coat, "Hero laws in japan are as tight as a steel trap. The only way we could get certified as pro heroes was if we went through all three years of high school. It's thanks to Nezu-sensei that we were able to transfer at all, especially since were older," Haruki was already pointing to the next student.
"Hiya! I'm Ashido Mina!" The bubbly girl began, "Mirajane, you have such pretty hair! What products do you use?" Haruki leaned over and whispered something into Mirajane's ear, who flushed with slight pink before whispering back.
"She says she uses a brand called 'Moroccanoil' and that she'd love to talk to you about it after class," spoke Haruki in Mirajane's stead. Knowing she was next in line, Tsuyu began her question before Haruki pointed at her.
"Hello, my name is Asui Tsuyu, and I like to say what's on my mind, gerro. Are you two a couple?" she asked, causing almost every boy to perk up along with a handful of girls.
"We have been dating for about five years now." Haruki placed his hand on Mirajane's shoulder, who smiled brightly as many boys in the class drooped like puppets whose strings had been cut. Haruki shifted his eyes to one of the deflated males, one with red spikey hair, and met his gaze before he began his question.
"So, are you like a mercenary or something?" The spikey boy asked excitedly, "Oh yeah, I'm Kirishima Eijirou by the way, it's nice to meet you!"
"Ummm I guess you could say I'm a mercenary or something?" Haruki said quizzically.
"Whoa! So manly!" Exclaimed Kirishima. Izuku realised that his hand was the next raised and looked up to see Haruki already looking at him.
"U-Umm Hi! M-My name is Midoriya Izuku, I-I-It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance!" Izuku stammered out, "I-If you don't mind me asking, what are your quirks?" He bashfully sputtered.
"No, I don't mind at all!" Haruki said with a reassuring smile. "The million-yen question!" He softly chuckled at his bad joke, "My quirk is called 'Total Recall,' And what it does is allow me to remember anything! Although in truth, it could better be described as the inability to forget anything," he admitted, "I also have a robotic eye that allows me to take in more information than normal," he continued while pointing at his right eye, "Using that for too long makes me really sleepy though, so I try not to use it too often." Haruki motioned over to Mirajane, "Mirajane's quirk is a transformation type quirk called 'Demon Soul' Which allows her to transform into four different really powerful demons!" Said Haruki excitedly as the entire class blanched.
"Scary," squeaked a brown-haired girl from the back row. After a couple moments of silence, a certain purple-headed midget piped up.
"What size rack you rock-" The grape boy was cut short by a giant tongue smacking him senseless from all the way across the room.
"Sorry about that, gerro," apologized the girl known as Asui, "He's kind of a filthy scumbag, gerro."
"Oh, that's quite alright," Haruki said as he slowly made his way over to the recovering boy and placed his robotic hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure this little hiccup won't affect our budding friendship? What was your name again? I think I missed it." Haruki began to squeeze the purple boy's shoulder and he let out a squeak.
"M-My name i-i-is Minoru Mineta." he got out through the pain. "C-C-can y-y-you p-p-p-please let me go?"
"Oh, sorry about that," Haruki released the death-grip on the boy, wearing a grin that was halfway between sweet and sinister. The rest of the class looked in awe at what had just unfolded. Haruki began to stroll back to the front of the class while explaining, "In the American military, we protect from all threats, foreign and domestic. If that means a security problem arises within this very class, I will not hesitate to act," Haruki said in the most serious tone he had used yet. "Now, any final questions?" Only one hand raised, and Haruki motioned for the young bespectacled man to speak.
"Greetings! My name is Iida Tenya! I am the representative of this class!" Iida shot out of his chair to issue his greeting. "My question is this: Your firm is from America, but your name is distinctly Welsh! Are you from the Isles?" Iida finished while waving his arm.
"Ah, yes, a great question," Haruki continued, "My father is Welsh, and my mother is Scottish. I grew up in London and expanded the family business to New York City where it really 'took off,'" he shot Iida a wink and a thumbs up, "Good catch!"
"Thank you!" Bowed Iida before returning to his seat. Haruki walked over to the motionless sleeping bag and lightly prodded it with the toe of his shoe, "Excuse me, sensei, but we're finished, you can continue with class now." Aizawa mumbled something inaudible as he crawled out of his sleeping bag.
"You two can sit in those two seats in the back of the room," yawned Aizawa. As Haruki and Mirajane made their way to the rear of the class he stopped in front of a young women's desk.
"Ah, you are the Yaoyorozu girl, are you not?" Momo's back instantly straightened before she replied,
"Yes, I am Yaoyorozu Momo, daughter of Yaoyorozu Atsuhito," the young women spoke to him in a very proper tone and cadence.
"Yes of course, how is your father doing?" he asked.
"He is well," she replied bluntly.
"Is he in currently in town?" Haruki asked.
"Yes, sir," another blunt response.
"Well, please let him know I will be dropping by for tea and business tonight."
"Understood."
Haruki and Mirajane continued to their seats directly behind Ochako and Rikidou and began to introduce themselves before Aizawa began teaching again.
Momo could feel a cold sweat break out and her hands felt incredibly clammy. 'Why is that monster here?' she kept asking herself.
That's Chapter one! I hope you all enjoyed even thought it was a bit of an exposition fest, but I think it managed to work itself out organically in the end. This is my first work of fanfiction and I have had this idea bouncing around in my head for around three years now, so any input you have is greatly appreciated! I am just about to start up university again, so I don't really know what that means in terms of upload schedule, but I'll try my best to get content out as quickly as possible! Also sorry about the lack of Mirajane this chapter, but I felt like I had to establish the OC first, her time to shine will come! Additionally, this fanfic is going to pull inspiration, references, ideas, and characters from many different anime and forms of media, including but not limited to:
Fairy Tail
Youjo Senki
Fullmetal Alchemist
Soul Eater
Overlord
Diablo (Game)
And many more!
This has been your friendly neighborhood deity, and I'll see you all in the next one!