Izuku grunted as he, with the help of Heracles' bracers, carried all of his boxes into the dorms. He had tied them all together for ease of transportation but honestly he might have made it harder on himself.
He had almost made it to his assigned room on the top floor, he'd have some choice words with the administration for this, when he began to falter just a little bit. It wasn't much but it was enough to make the golden beams above his head flicker.
The full weight of the boxes returned to him for a second, long enough to cripple Izuku just a little and make him let go completely.
Izuku fully expected to be crushed under the weight of all his stuff, but it never happened. After a few seconds he opened his eyes to find eight pairs of hands holding it above his body, one of them with talons and pitch black skin.
Izuku picked up his stuff once more and stood up all the way, "Thanks for that," he huffed.
"Not a problem." A boy with the head of a crow said.
The crow-headed boy had a normal, lean body otherwise, and ruby red eyes, he wore all black clothes and a red choker. Next to him was a black, bird-like creature that had slanted yellow eyes, and stretched out from behind his body.
The other boy had a hulking frame, and three sets of webbed arms. His snow white hair fell over his face from the top but was charged down on every other side, on top of all this he wore a navy blue face mask.
"How are you managing to carry all that, you got a super strength quirk?" The white-haired boy asked.
"Uh, not exactly. My quirk is called Greek Mythology, it lets me summon objects and use powers related to Greek Mythos. I was able to hold it up with Heracles' bracers," Izuku answered. It was a practiced lie, he didn't feel he should go around telling everyone that the Greek gods existed.
"Well that's just the most broken quirk I've ever heard of," the crow-headed boy chuckled, "Fumikage Tokoyami."
"Mezou Shoji."
"Izuku Midoriya."
The two boys helped Izuku move his junk into his room, not that he really needed it but I certainly wasn't unappreciated.
"By the way, one of our classmates has decided to hold a welcome party of sorts for us, so we can get to know each other before school starts. It's about to start in a few minutes actually, you're welcome to join if you'd like," Fumikage said.
Izuku smiled, Hermes must have been rubbing off on him because he felt like showing off, "Sure, race you down there?" he suggested.
"I feel scared of what you mean by that," Fumikage sighed.
With a wink, Izuku tossed himself over the balcony overlooking the common area, letting his wings catch him as Mezou and Fumikage rushed over to the railing.
"He's a psychopath," Fumikage whispered.
"A pretty nice psychopath though," Mezou shrugged.
"You do know what the definition of that word is, yes?"
Everything was going smoothly until the pink skinned girl who organized the little dorm party, Mina Ashido, told everyone to gather in the common area and have a seat.
She suggested a small icebreaker game, simple enough, they would just go around in a circle and say one of their hobbies. Katsuki left immediately with a grumble of, 'What are we, five?' but Izuku wasn't too upset about being able to avoid him.
When it was finally his turn however, his mind blanked, so he simply said sword play. Then, the girl to his right grabbed his shoulder and began to shake him vigorously.
She stood at an even six foot, and had a slightly chubby body, her black hair was tied back into a spiky ponytail, and it perfectly matched her onyx eyes. This was Momo Yaoyorozu, one of the two recommendation students in the class.
Izuku looked back at Ochako, whose eyes went from a glare to a confused look once she noticed his gaze was on her.
"If you are a sword fighter like me then we must duel immediately! Come, I can make you a sword," Momo enthusiastically grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into an open area, before she lifted up her sweater, her stomach began to glow pink and leak blue and white sparkles.
"Um, we don't have to do this, Yaoyorozu, really I'm fine with not dueling," Izuku stuttered.
"Nonsense! It's been so long since I've had a sparring partner, all my previous trainers eventually refused to teach me anymore. Oh this will be so fun!"
From her stomach, two blunt tipped fencing swords jutted out, she caught them both and tossed one to Izuku.
"And here I thought you were a shy rich girl," Ochako whispered.
"En guardé!" Momo shouted in a demanding manner.
Izuku really wanted to just leave and go up in his room, but at least five people were chanting for them to duel and he was never one to not give in to peer pressure.
"You're not gonna stop until we duel, are you?" Izuku asked.
"Nope."
"Fine then," Izuku sighed as he assumed a fighting stance.
And that's how he ended up where he was now, frantically parrying all of Momo's rapid thrusts as they took turns pushing each other back.
Izuku thought it might not ever end for a little bit: he'd thrust, she'd parry, she'd riposte, he'd block, it was just a small cycle at this point.
After about ten minutes, Izuku hit Momo with a feint attack, she moved to parry but when no hit came, she was left open and Izuku was able to sweep her legs.
Momo's back hit the floor and the tip of Izuku's sword fell down in front of her neck, "I win," he said with a smile.
Izuku helped Momo to her feet and she bowed to him slightly, "Thank you. I'm sorry for forcing you to do that but it's been so long since I've had a sparring partner, I guess I just got enthusiastic. That may also be the reason all my other instructors quit."
"Don't worry about it, it was fun honestly," Izuku laughed.
Ochako just glared at them from over the couch cushions, she probably would've kept glaring until one of them noticed, but was distracted when someone loudly cleared their throat.
Tenya Iida, a boy with square glasses and short blue hair, stood up to get the class's attention, "Well, I think that is enough reckless debauchery for one night. It is a minute past curfew, we should all get to bed."
"Who put you in charge?" Someone asked.
"Me," Tenya responded.
"...Fair enough."
The class began to filter out, and Ochako made sure to bear hug Izuku in front of literally everyone which was a tad strange to him but not entirely unforeseen. As he laid in his bed, Izuku couldn't help the grin that wormed its way onto his face.
Once again, everything was finally looking up for him.
Once again, everything was going wrong for him.
Their homeroom professor was a hobo, his assigned seat was directly behind Katsuki, the gym uniform he was forced to wear was incredibly uncomfortable, and to top it all off, Shouta Aizawa dragged them all out into the middle of a field and made them miss orientation, also he had stepped in a puddle on the way here.
Izuku was confused as to what they were even doing, Shouta had just told them to get changed and follow him.
"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here," Shouta started, he took a baseball from his pockets and tossed it to Katsuki, "Bakugou, step up to the circle and throw the ball."
Katsuki did as he was told with an annoyed look, stepping into the chalk circle and rearing back his arm.
"Not like that, with your quirk," Shouta ordered.
Katsuki's face instantly split into a grin as he extended his arm all the way out in front of his body. After a few seconds, an explosion ripped from his palm and sent the ball flying into the air, leaving their field of vision in just a couple of seconds.
"One hundred and eighty two point fifty seven kilometers. Very good Bakugou," Shouta apathetically said, before turning back to the class, "If you couldn't tell already, we'll be doing an aptitude test for the rest of class. Oh, and as an extra bit of encouragement for you all to try your hardest, the student who scores the lowest shall be expelled."
The class erupted in discourse: shouts of panic, despair, and anger rang out against Shouta, who just stood still like he had heard it all before.
"That's completely unfair!" Izuku shouted.
"It's my class, Midoriya, therefore my rules. If I decide to expel someone, I'm going to expel them," Shouta said, "Now get over here, you and Bakugou are first up for the speed test
Any further arguments of Izuku's we're stopped as his eyes shifted over to Katsuki, who just scowled at him in turn.
The two walked up to a ten foot long strip, marked by chalk and bordered by metal railings. At the very end we're two computer monitors on either side of the chalk line, held up by five foot tall stands, a red laser connected the both of them and sat three feet in the air.
"You disappeared after finals. Where the fuck were you, Deku?" Katsuki asked as he stretched.
"I-I was busy," Izuku answered.
"Fine, keep your secrets," Katsuki scoffed.
"M-May the best man win, Kachaan," Izuku nervously chuckled.
"I plan to."
The starting gun went off and Izuku let the speed Hermes imbued in his wings carry him. The little race was over in a few seconds, a cloud of dust followed the both of them, Shouta looked down at his tablet before turning back to the two boys.
"Bakugou: three point twenty two seconds—"
Katsuki chuckled triumphantly.
"—Midoriya: two point nine seconds," Shouta finished.
"Excuse me?" Katsuki seethed out.
"I-I got my quirk in the middle of the entrance exam. I've been training it even since finals," Izuku explained in a meek tone.
"You son of a bitch." Katsuki's palms crackled and he took a step towards Izuku, but he was stopped before they were stopped by Shouta clearing his throat.
"Is there a problem here, boys?" He asked.
Katsuki let out an angry sigh, "No. Not at all."
"Good, now go stand over there. Uraraka, Sero, you two are up next!"
Izuku stated in awe at his place on the leader board, he had gotten fifth and fucking earned it. He felt a little bad for Mineta though, the small boy dropped to his knees I'm front of the board and came close to sobbing.
"Stand up Mineta, nobody's getting expelled. You've got the potential to be a great capture hero, just work on your muscle strength and stamina," Shouta sighed.
"I'm not getting expelled?" Mineta asked.
"That was simply a logical ruse. It made you all work your hardest, just like I intended it to," their process grinned.
"You're free for the rest of the day, enjoy," with that, Shouta wandered off the field
"I think that was the closest I've ever come to a panic attack."
"God I fucking hate Mr. Aizawa already."
"He's a rat bastard."
Katsuki shoved everything off of his desk and slammed down three heavy textbooks in their place.
Taking the first one off the pile, titled Quirk Theory for Dummies, he turned his lamp on and began reading.
Something seemed fishy with Izuku's quirk, and he wasn't going to let it slide so easily.
Izuku slung the massive black trash bag over his shoulder and into the dumpster, turns out twenty teenagers living under one roof means the trash piles up really quickly, even one of the industrial size ones.
It was late and the sun was starting to set, Izuku could see it fading behind the mountain that housed the Hall of the Gods.
A beautiful sight, but a daunting one too.
Izuku sighed and turned around to go up to his room, only for his foot to snag on something and him to fall flat on his face.
"Oy, watch where ye put your feet, land lubber!" someone shouted.
Izuku's head whipped around in search of a body to connect to the voice but there was no one around, just him and the wind.
"Down here ye bollucks!" Izuku tilted his head down and his eyes widened I'm shock.
(Zeus- Oh god my brother's been transformed into a rock.)
(Prometheus- Gods damn it all!)
(Zeus- What?!)
(Prometheus- I thought I could get through one chapter without your infernal interruptions!)
Hola! It's is I, the man who writes semi-decent fanfiction. You can probably already guess which god's up next by the pirate talk and Zeus saying it's his brother, I'm probably starting it a little too soon after finishing the Aphrodite part but it's been in the an too long for me to change it. Discord links:
Epsi's Hoard: https/discord.gg/2Nw3AjvDK6
LoM: https/discord.gg/yrVySwnUj6
That's it for now, Peace.