Izuku

"Welcome home." Aizawa grunts in return and drops himself on the sofa next to me. "How'd the general admission exam go?"

"They're not all hopeless." He grumbles, unhappy about something.

"But…?"

"Bakugou got first place." He sighs.

"Ah, that's… not really surprising? Wasn't it just destroying a bunch of robots?" And no matter what you say about Bakugou, he's really good at destroying stuff.

"Mostly, we were also looking for heroic acts that we assigned rescue points for. They aren't hard to get, however, he didn't get a single rescue point."

"Not even by accident?"

"Not one. And given his history…"

"You're worried he hasn't changed."

"He'll be accepted to UA. He's done a lot of community service to try and make up for his actions, so we don't have a valid reason to deny him entrance." He gives a resigned sigh.

"We always knew this would be a possibility."

"I know. Because you're the victim in this, the principal has given you the final say in the class assignments."

I lean back and think. "What do you think is best?"

"I'd like to keep a close eye on him, in case I need to erase his quirk to keep him in line. The only issue with that is…"

"I'm required to be in your class." Three more years with Bakugou, I knew it was likely to happen. Bakugou has always wanted to attend UA. And Bakugou always gets what he wants. "Well I'm not happy about it, but if that's what you think will be best I'll be civil about it. Fair warning though, I am knocking him out if he tries something."

He drops a hand on my head. "I wouldn't expect anything less. I'll warn the other teachers not to put you two in the same group. There's no need to tempt fate."

"Yeah, with my shitty luck something would definitely go wrong."

I head in early with Aizawa the day school starts. While he heads off to the staff meeting, I take to roaming the halls to try and get rid of some of my restless energy. Meeting Bakugou again won't be fun. I can't say I'm looking forward to it. I knew this would happen eventually, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. At least this time I know Aizawa won't put up with any of his shit like the other teachers did.

After a quick glance at the time, I head towards the classroom. People should be showing up soon. I pull out a book to pass the remaining time.

A few minutes later the door opens, and Shoto comes in.

"Izuku? You're really early."

"Yeah, Aizawa had a staff meeting this morning, I've been here for about a half hour." He drops his stuff and sits in the desk next to mine.

"Do you know what we're doing today?"

"He didn't say, but I don't think we're going to the entrance ceremony, his class has never gone before from what I've heard."

"I guess we'll just have to wait and find out then." He gives me a worried look. "Are you sure you'll be alright with…"

He cuts himself off when the door opens again. A tall boy with blue hair and glasses enters.

"Hello! My name is Iida Tenya from Somei Private Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you." He stiffly introduces himself.

"It's nice to meet you." I smile, giving off a little sky flames to get him to relax a little. "I'm Midoriya Izuku."

"Todoroki Shoto. Nice to meet you." Shoto greets while rolling his eyes at me, when feeling my flames as well.

"I apologize I didn't see you at the entrance exam."

"Oh, we both took the recommended exam." I pointedly ignored the shiver that goes through Shoto at the reminder.

"Was it difficult? We had to destroy villain bots in the general exam."

"The teachers set one of their interns on us. I would have preferred robots." He glares at me.

"Oh that must have been a wonderful experience." Iida exclaims completely missing the byplay between us.

"It was an experience alright." Shoto grumbles.

A few more people have come in at this point, forming their own groups around the room. I wave when I catch Yaoyorazu walk in. Aizawa also slips into the room unseen and immediately gets in his sleeping bag behind the lecturn. I shake my head, I swear, that man will sleep anywhere.

I return to making small talk, when my intuition pings. I immediately sit up right and deliberately focus my attention away from the door. Shoto catches this and tenses as the door slams open. Bakugou. He glares at everyone in the room, but his expression devolves into outright rage when he catches sight of me.

"You." He growls out with such vitriol that everyone stops what they are doing to watch.I viciously stop myself from flinching back by digging my fingernails into the palm of my hand. I won't give him the satisfaction. "What do you think you're doing here Deku?!"

The class holds its breath. I shake my head slightly, signaling Shoto and Aizawa to let me handle this.

"I was accepted of course." I give him my brightest smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes. "You should take your seat, the teacher should be here any second now."

He clearly wars with himself between confronting me now and potentially being caught. Ultimately, he decides it's not worth the risk and insteads tries to glare holes through the back of my head from his seat. I let out a sigh of relief, and suppress a grimace. His attitude certainly hasn't improved any.

Iida seems to take offence to his behavior and immediately goes to scold him.

While the rest of the class focuses on the show the two are putting on, Shoto leans towards me and softly asks, "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"I can handle it. I don't like it, but I can handle it." I don't tell him not to worry, he will regardless of how I try to convince him. And if I'm honest, I'm a bit worried too.

The last few stragglers file in and wisely skirt around the ongoing argument, just as the warning bell goes off.

"If you're here to socialize, get out." The room goes silent at Aizawa's interruption. "This is the hero course. You've wasted 8 seconds quieting down, a hero can't afford to waste time." He stands and unzips the sleeping bag. "Welcome to class 1A, I'm Aizawa Shota. I'll be your home room teacher."

He pulls out a gym uniform from somewhere.

"Change and meet me at the grounds."

"What about the entrance ceremony?" One of the girls asks.

"I'm not going to waste my time listening to the principal's speech." He glares at the girl for even suggesting such a thing. "Hurry up we don't have all day."

A flurry of movement comes at his order and we quickly make our way to the locker rooms. I try to change in a corner, with Shoto blocking me.

"Wow dude what happened to you?!" I give a put out sigh, I've only just got my shirt off and someones already noticed. I look over my shoulder, and sure enough, everyone's staring at me. Flustered, I quickly yank the gym shirt over my head. Shoto goes to confront the boy, but I catch his arm.

Iida, bless him, whacks a red haired boy, who I assume is the one who pointed it out. "Don't stare, it's rude!"

"Ah-" the boy rubs his shoulder, embarrassed by his reaction. "Sorry man I didn't mean to call you out like that. I'm Krishima Eijirou."

"Don't worry about it. I'm Midoriya Izuku." I give him a lopsided smile, my grip on Shoto's arm tightening slightly. "I know it's not pretty to look at, but I'd appreciate it if no one mentioned it again."

He gives me a beaming smile. "No problem man!"

And like that the awkward moment is over. Everyone goes back to what they were doing, I still catch a few brief glances at me, but I can handle that.

"You ready?" I ask Shoto, eager to leave.

"Yeah." He slams his locker shut, still irritated.

I rub my exposed arms uncomfortably, it's been a long time since I wore short sleeves in public like this. I can't help but feel self conscious about all the scars littered across them. Some are very recognizably hands. I shake off the memory of burning hands grabbing me. I can get used to it. It's fine.

I cast a quick side glance at Bakugou as I pass him. Ever since Kirishima called notice to my scars he hasn't taken his eyes off me. I don't know why, but for some reason there's a pooling sense of dread starting to form in my stomach. Something's going to happen, I just know it.

But that's fine. I expected this, I'll just have to be extra vigilant. I know how Bakugou works, everything will work out in the end.

It's nothing I can't handle.