AN - I am so sorry it took so long for me to post again. I unfortunatley got very sick, a genetic condition of mine had a massive flareup that put me off writing for over 2 months so I am posting the three chapters I had written to make up for my lateness. Updates may not be weekly now but I do want to thank the readers that patiently waited.
Chapter 7
Following the directional arrows was not too difficult of a task for Izuku and Bakugo. They had been placed at every intersection helping to keep a smooth flow of students. Neither carried their luggage, having seen the sign that said it had already been transported to their rooms. This was most likely to prevent any further congestion with bags of all sizes held by the students. Bags would only make each student larger and in some cases it looked as if individual students could not carry all of their supplies. Even with this attempt at aiding the crowding there was shoving and yelling from a number of the students. This caused Katsuki to sink lower into his jacket while Izuku had been forced to carry his tail to avoid it being stepped on or damaging unsuspecting feet any further. Though the scales prevented too much damage a few of the softer underscales already had a bluish tinge to them from clumsy or unaware feet.
The navigational aids were quite useful. With them it took about ten minutes to get to their new classroom with its massive door. The size of the 1-A doorway was easily twice the dragon like boys height. Izuku was happy about that as it meant that he did not have to duck or crawl in and embarrass himself with his lack of grace. Then again, being a hero school there were bound to be other mutant teens who needed the tall doorway as well. Looking at his friend, Izuku could tell that Katsuki was still nervous. The black hoodie was covering his face down to his nose, with only a bit of blonde hair showing from where he had refused to let his mother cut it. The medium bangs stuck out the sides of the hood like gold cloth making Izuku mentally chuckle.
"Are you ready Katsu," Izuku said as he tried to put on a brave tone. "We got this. We are gonna be a team remember?"
Katsuki did not respond, not that Izuku had expected it. His best friend had always been cripplingly shy in social situations. At home was a different story with Katsuki being as outgoing as Izuku. However this was not the house. This was a new school with new people. A new class would likely make the boy withdrawn for a few days. Taking a deep breath to settle his own turbulent emotions, Izuku opened the door and stepped into his new classroom. The light from the large windows he had no knowledge of was blinding. This caused Izuku to stop and rub his eyes before looking around. He quickly realized that he and Katsuki were nearly late. Sixteen other students were already sitting at plush looking desks with nametags on them. Each chair and desk, upon examination, looked to be custom made for the student sitting in them. Glancing aroung the room Izuku quickly found his own chair. It was in the back with another mutant quirk student. Due to both boys increased size the desks were the only ones on the row. Giving the other student a quick wave Izuku turned towards Katsuki.
"Well, here we go," Izuku muttered to his best friend as he made his way to the chair next to the other mutant quirk boy. As he approached Izuku realized that this was the first time since gaining his quirk that he saw another boy as tall as himself. The other boy, whose name tag read Mezo Shoji, looked surprised as well. His eyebrows were cleary raised and the eyes that were visible over the mask had a surprised and slightly happy look to them. He did not say anything, but motioned with his right three arms at the desk on his left. Understanding the gesture to be a welcoming one, Izuku took his seat and quickly glanced around for Katsuki.
Seperating from Izuku's side was difficult for the blonde. While he stood next to his best friend, no one stared at him or even seemed to notice. Though he loathed the fact that he used his best friend in such a manner it was also a comfort. Now he was without his friend and standing in front of his class with nowhere to hide. Though it was not true Katsuki still felt as if the whole class was staring at him. Glancing around rapidly without lifting his head too far, he saw his desk in the second row next to the window. Reminding himself that this was not an appropriate time to run Katsuki made his way to the steel topped desk and sat down. Now out of the direct view of everyone the blonde decided to examine his unusual seat. It was a comforting chair that was clearly designed for him, with a mesh like roof. The mesh sides of the tall backed chair were streched outwards hiding him from the gaze of others. Whomever designed this was clearly aware of his dislike of people interaction. After a few more moments of examining the chair he realized that the sides acted like a privacy screen. He could move them back and forth to shield himself from the gaze of others to his comfort level. They let him see out, but others could not see in.
"Nice chair," said a light blue haired individual he had not seen before. The other teen was looking at him from the desk next to his with a smile. Even though the other boy seemed to be genuinely eager to meet him this was a bit too close for comfort. Katsuki needed his space, especially in new places. Katsuki scooted back a bit but the other boy did not seem to notice. He had a hoodie much like Katsuki, though it was not as low over his face. "I have a similar one but my desk is wood. I don't like people much either. My name is Tenko Shimura but my hero name is gonna be Tomura Shigaraki . What is yours?."
"Katsuki Bakugo," he replied with a small voice. " I uh, I don't have a hero name yet. I am not trying to be rude sir but if you do not like people why are you talking to me?"
"Beause you look interesting," Tenko replied as he slid the privacy screen on his right back. "You look a lot like I used to. Please, call me Tenko or Tomura. Also, you can't put that screen up during lecture time."
"Ok Tomura," Bakugo replied quickly. "Um, isn't class supposed to start soon?"
"It has already started but It has just ended," said a large man as he strode into the classroom. His orangish blonde hair was on full display behind an ornate gold theatre mask. His grey suit pristine and unwrinked with the UA crest proudly displayed on his lapel. "I am your teacher, Mr. Twice! No, I am a student as well!."
Glancing around the room Bakugo could see that the other students were just as confused at his teachers eccentric speech as he was. A few of the students were staring with a mix of awe while others had a look of fear. It was clear that no one was prepared for this man. There was no time to pause and get used to the situation though as the teacher/not teacher continued to speak.
"Ok class come up to the board and write your names," Twice said excitedly as he walked to the blackboard and picked up some chalk. "Sit down and study," he said just as exitedly in another.
No one seemed eager to move. The few students who had been up and talking quickly made their way to the assigned seats. The blonde from the presentation was one of them, though he seemed to be attempting to meld with his chair. Bakugo did not know if that was his quirk or not and so ignored the bizarre behavior. It was classtime and he was here to learn which meant paying attention to the teacher. No matter how odd they may be.
"Um, Mr Twice," the stern student from the entry hall said as he stood with a raised hand after a few moments of silence. "We cannot do both. How do you expect us to listen to you if you give contradictory orders? I thought UA was supposed to have a higher standard of teaching than this? Are you a teacher or a student playing a prank? I demand to know!"
"Ah Mr. Tenya Iida," Twice replied quickly, his voice now less than friendly as he turned towards the student. "Why am I not surprised that you would be the troublemaker? Understand this, my quirk may be difficult to work with but I am the best teacher you are going to get. If you do not like this, leave!"
"I have to agree there," Twice said in a dark voice as he turned his right side towards the student and sent a cold glare out of the eye hole in the sad side of the mask. "Though he and I disagree often you are making a nuisance of yourself. Sit down student, and obey!"
It was clear to Katsuki that this student was terrified. Even from across the room he could see the stern student shaking slightly as he dropped into his seat. The moment that Iida's butt hit the chair, the terrifying atmosphere in the room dissapeared. Katsuki had not noticed the feeling come over the room but the effects were now obvious. Though he hadn't noticed it before the sun seemed much brighter and cheerful. The birds songs outside seemed louder and the lightsi n the room seemed to lessen their harsh glare. Twice, with his intimidation now done, went back to being happy.
"Come on students don't be afraid," Twice said as he motioned rapily towards the board with the chalk. "Come and write your name and quirk on the board. We will start on the left side front row" "Then sit down and be silent," his other voice replied swiftly.
It took a good thirty minutes for the class to finish the assignment. A few had to be cajoled/insulted by their new teaher before they left their seats. It was clear that those students had never been around someone like their teacher and were either terrified or angry. Katsuki was surprised though to find that it was not only girls that were none too willing to walk up to the board. It was a few of the boys as well. As the last student sat back down, only visible by the pair of floating hairclips, Twice motioned towards the board and began to speak once more.
"We are having quirk trials after this. Take a few moments and get to know each other. Your other teacher will be in shortly and you will all like him!" "It will be hard and you wil hate each other."
As the masked teacher walked out of the room Katsuki found it interesting that this split talk did not seem to bother the instructor at all. He did seem insane at first, but once you realized that you only needed to listen to the first voice it became easy to distinguish the proper orders. It would defenitley take some getting used to. As the more extroverted students gathered around each other and began talking loudly Katsuki studied the board in an attempt to memorize his classmates names and quirks. They had been written according to seat order, which made things a bit easier.
Row 1 Hitoshi Shinso (Brainwash) – Monomoa Neito (Copy) – Kaminari Denki (Plasma) – Tenya Iida (Engine)
Row 2 Bakugo Katsuki (Metallic Crush) – Tomura Shigaraki (Decay) – Tsuyu Asui (Frog) – Hagakure Toru (Invisibility)
Row 3: Kodai Yui (Size) – Tokage Setsuna (Lizard Tail Splitter) – Shoda Ninrengeki (Twin Impact) – Yanagi Reiko (Poltergeist)
Row 4: Kuroiro Shihai (Black) – Rin Hiryu (Scales) – Jiro Kyoka (Earphone Jack) – Toga Himiko (Transform)
Row 5: Izuku Midoriya (Basilisk) – Shoji Mezo (Dupliarms)
Katsuki quickly noticed that there were only two seats listed in the back row. Turning around, he could see his friend and another large quirk user with oversized desks. It was quickly obvious why there were only two seats in the back. What was not obvious though, is why Izuku was chatting with the other fellow so easily. Though he knew he should not feel that way Katsuki still felt a spark of jealousy. He should be happy that his best friend was finding a new friend. With his quirk it was quite difficult but still! He had let Izuku stay over for summer break, he should be talking to him not this new person. Drawing his hood even tighter over his head Katsuki quickly slid all of the privacy screens up to signal he wanted to be alone. Surrounded by see through shades Katsuki began to let his jealousy and hurt fester.
Unaware of his friends negative feelings Izuku chatted happily with Shoji. The classmate did not like to talk much, but with his arms forming ears it seemed that he was ready to listen. Izuku, upon seeing the quirk, had immediatley began to question the other boy and soon he had opened up. One of the ears formed a mouth and within a few more minutes he was just as willing to talk as Izuku.
"I have had this quirk since birth," the mouth on the end of Shoji's third arm said. "It has not been easy to make friends."
"I can kind of understand," Izuku replied as he turned in his chair to fully face his classmate. "I was born quirkless but got this one in the Quirk Replacement Program. It..well.. it hasn't been easy."
"It does not get better," Shoji replied bluntly as he used his left arms to listen to the other classmates. "But if we can use these curses to become heroes it is worth it. Midoriya, do you know the blonde boy in the second row? You walked in with him."
"Oh him? That is Katsu. He is a really great guy once you get to know him!"
"He is not very social. He does not seem to be very accepting of others either. If I may ask, how did someone like you become friends with him?"
Izuku did not get a chance to reply before the classroom door was slammed open with a massive force. The blow was hard enough to crack the blue glass in the door and the resulting sound echoed both inside and out of the room. The sound scared one girl, who reacted by diving under her desk. Through the plaster dust Izuku could make out a lanky form. This unknown individual politely waited for the dust to clear before walking in, followed quickly by another. Now visible Izuku could see that the black haired lanky individual looked to have burn scars across half of his face stitched together with metal. His outfit consisted of a pale blue turtleneck and black cargo pants with a pair of honest to goodness night vision goggles sitting on his head.. The vest that partially covered the shirt was a zip up version of a combat one. If Izuku was right, it was made of Kevlar and had ceramic plates in vital areas. The pockets on his pants, even from this distance, seemed to be full to capacity. His blue eyes though, they were visibly bright and full of intelligence once he stopped at the front of the room and scanned the class. The hero next to him had arms and shoulders covered in blood red muscle fibers and a giant smile.
"My name is Dabi," the now introduced hero said as he tugged at the neck of his turtleneck. "I am an Underground Hero and your Quirk Teacher. Next to me is Muscular, though most of you probably know him from the news."
The rest of his sentence was cut off by loud squealing from the hairclips as well as excited yelling from a few of the boys. Muscular, being the popular hero that he was, simply smiled and motioned for the students to quiet down. They did not listen. It was clear that the jumpsuit wearing teacher was quite famous and beloved. Even from the back of the room Izuku could see the slight discomfort of Muscular and the turquoise eyes of the new teacher that had started to radiate anger. A loud snap echoed through the room, followed by a large rope of bright blue flames that encircled the classroom. Many that had been talking were now screaming, a few students climbing on desks as if it would help them avoid the inferno. Izuku knew better. This was a teacher, a professional hero whose ability with his quirk had kept him alive despite many villain attacks. If he had wanted to hit the students, he would have.
"I was not finished," Dabi said as he shook his hand and cancelled the flames. "Please, control yourselves until I finish speaking. As you just saw my quirk is Cremation. I will not hesitate to use it on any student who proves to be villanous in attitude or harms others. Muscular is your Physical Education teacher. He will be assisting me. Now grab your costumes and get dressed."
With that Dabi left the room as silent as a tomb. Muscular was still at the front as silent as the students though his face was no longer stuck in a grin. Now, he looked serious. He had removed his reflective sunglasses which let the students see his disappointed and slightly irritated gaze. With a gesture the teacher motioned for the students to follow him.
"Costumes are in the locker rooms according to gender," he said as he walked the students down the hall and towards the field. "Men on the left and Women on the right. Hurry up. Dabi is already quite irritated, he is not going to go easy if you are late."
With that the eighteen students of class 1-A scattered to the locker rooms. What they had been told to expect was nothing like they were experiencing. With the fear of a possibly homicidal Quirk Teacher and the knowledge that this school was not like the other the students readied themselves for anything.
