Hello again my dear readers, we are finally through with all the origin stuff and now we are into the real meat of the story. I hope you all like how I am doing things and characterize my people here, also how would you all think of me introducing a few very minor OC teachers to fill out the rest of the classes that we don't see?
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PuppyCake:Glad to see you are still enjoying my story after this time. I have read your other reviews and I do hope you like how I am going with Izuku's mobility and how he does things so far.
WhenITCounts:Glad you enjoy the Seikuken, I hope you enjoy how I develop it and have Izuku use it from here on out.
Walking down the hallway towards his classroom, Izuku smiled to himself while looking down right at his new school uniform, the thing fit him much better than the last one he had. Stretching out his arm and rotating his shoulder some, he grinned as the fabric didn't squeeze too tightly against his arms this time around. Arriving at the massive door, the young man let out a small sigh before opening the large door and stepping in, wondering to himself what the classroom would hold and he saw something he expected to happen but was not looking forward to dealing with.
Within the classroom was a certain blond boy, leaning back in his chair with feet up on the desk and a large smirk plastered on his face as the blue-haired kid from the exam thinking for a moment trying to recall his name Izuku nodded to himself recalling it was Tensei Iida or something right? He was pretty sure he remembered that name from somewhere the guy looked absolutely appalled that Bakugou was disrespecting the desk with his dirty shoes and Baugkou just seemed to be drinking in the earnest man's expressions at his actions.
"Yeah yeah, like I care about what our seniors or the people who made the desk think about me. I am just gonna top everyone that came before me anyways. So, where the hell do you come from you extra?" The amusement was clear in the young man's eyes as Izuku caught them with his own emerald ones. Did he really have to be so abrasive when they hadn't even started class yet? Massaging his temples from annoyance, Izuku approached them to hopefully diffuse the tension between the two young men.
"Me? I went to school at Somei academy, why do you ask?" Iida looked at the boy questioningly, he was very proud of his education thus far, after all, his parents had always done their best to support him and give him the best resources possible for him to pursue his dream of being like Tensei
"Ah, so you are some rich brat huh? Probably got in here through your parents' money or something like that. I didn't know that UA was full of sellouts." Bakugou kept up his smirk as he stared up at the person bothering him, who looked like he was just about to blow a blood vessel from his comment. That was fine, let the rich brat hate him and hit him for all he cared. Bakugou hadn't had a good fight with someone new in a while and this would be a great opportunity to assert himself as top dog!
"Kaachan that's bull and you know it." Izuku approached them, stepping in between the two boys who looked about ready to break out into a fight before he started speaking again.
"Iida here, your name is Iida, right? I don't want to get your name wrong or anything like that." Turning towards the young man and getting a curt nod as a response, Izuku nodded back before swiveling his head back to Bakugou who looked right about ready to burst out laughing.
"Iida here was actually in my testing group and I can guarantee you that he did not buy his way into this place ok? He earned it just like you and I did and I don't think it is a good idea to just insult him like that." As Izuku spoke, Iida seemed to calm down some and start to nod in agreement, glad that someone sensible had come out to speak with them before he acted on his anger and scorned the reputation of UA.
"Quite right, now Midoriya, I am glad to see you ended up in the school after all. I had gotten a bit worried when I saw you charging in against the large robot but I see how you ascertained the true purpose of the test while I did not! Getting the top score of our transfer exam no less proves that" Izuku blushed a bit underneath the praise, not feeling that he had earned it really he hadn't made some sort of observation to save her. He only acted on emotion at that moment after all!
"It's nothing really, I just acted like any hero would in that situation right?" Izuku nervously answered the earnest young man, his eyes going out to scan their classroom and he spied Kirishima out in the crowd and tried to mentally call for help with his eyes. He didn't really know how to deal with these people yet.
"I only got the top score because of rescue points anyways. If it weren't for those then I don't think I would be at number one at all." Iida shook his head at that, not believing the sure humility of the man he saw as an exemplary hero.
"Poppycock! You earned that top spot through your heroic actions, is risking everything to save another not the essence of heroics? That saving of that girl was nothing short of exemplary." Iida nodded, his voice and eyes portraying no sort of dishonesty or anything like that. From how he acted, Izuku wondered if he could ever do anything without putting his full heart into it. That wasn't a bad thing to be around Izuku supposed, it would be a refresher when compared to his usual interactions with Katsuki. Hearing the door open again, Izuku turned around to fine Uraraka there with a smile on her face.
"That green, curly hair! It must be your Izuku! Man am I glad to have you in my class." Uraraka grinned and came up from behind the trio of men, standing next to Izuku with a bit of pep in her step at seeing her friend in class. Izuku was the only person she really knew over in Mufustafu after all.
"Watcha talking about then?" Putting her full weight on her right leg again, the young lady let out a sigh of relief that there was no more pain there. The healing process had been completed days ago, of course, thanks to recovery girl's amazing quirk and Izuku's blood donation making things go smoothly as possible but she still needed to make sure now and then, Uraraka shivered a bit from the memory of the pain.
"Oh, we were just discussing our performances in the transfer exam. I must say my friend that your way of moving to save Midoriya, even with that crushed leg of yours bleeding out and no doubt causing you blinding pain. The way you launched yourself at the robot despite already being injured and saving someone like that, your actions were nothing less than an inspiration to all who saw it I assure you!" Iida looked down at his clenched fist after saying that, shaking a bit from how hard he was clenching it.
"If you all are just here for a social club, you might as well transfer to the general studies course now ya know." The trio jumped a little bit hearing a gravely, stern voice from behind them before turning around to see a man with dark hair, black eyes and way too many bags under his eyes in a bright yellow sleeping bag get up and slip out of his little cocoon with a loud yawn before getting out a pouch of applesauce and started to drink it in absentmindedly as the chatter died down.
"It took you all about seven seconds to calm down, that is a waste of time you know? Time better spent preparing you all for the drastic nature of hero work...Ugh, anyways I am your new homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa yadda yadda. Every quickly changes into your gym uniform and meet out in the grounds." He handed off the appropriate gym clothes, laying them on the desks of those who were not standing up currently.
"Get moving all of you! Before I have to add some sort of grade penalty for wasting my time!" The pro turned towards the class with a growl before everyone dashed off to the locker rooms to change, Izuku himself shaking a bit with nervous excitement, glad that the heroics course was diving right into things it seemed.
After getting dressed the entire class stood before their teacher out on the field, waiting for further instruction from the man who just seemed to be looking through them as they all were judged. Aizawa himself was assessing the children they decided to put in his class this time around, he trusted Mic's judgment most of the time when it came to who had potential but he still had to see these things for himself. Absentmindedly, he brought up the fact that the kids couldn't use their quirks in school for averages and the like as he did every year and would continue to do until the damn process was fixed. The black haired man then paused for a moment for the expected excited reactions from the students, all eager to see what their quirks could do and to really use them outside the gym for once. The hero inwardly smirked a bit at that, crushing their dreams and spirits with his usual talk was the best.
"So it sounds like fun to you all? Well then, how about we add some stakes? The person here with the lowest score will be automatically dropped from the course." He smiled inwardly as the familiar words passed through his lips and he awaited the oncoming flood of outrage, his eyes darting all around his student's faces as they protested him doing this. Opening his mouth again, he started his speech about UA's freestyle and all of that.
"Our style allows teachers to do what they deem necessary for our classroom's growth and if that means dropping any dead weight than we wi- Midoriya what are you doing?" His fun was interrupted by the boy who went against the zero pointer, who had wandered from the group some and was leaning forward on his leg for a few seconds before switching them, confusing the man as he tried to see what was going on before the boy transitioned from his position into a plank to do some push-ups.
"Oh, sorry Aizawa sensei, I was just stretching and warming up. I don't know about the rest of the class, but I for one don't want to risk pulling a muscle or performing less than optimally because I wasn't able to properly prepare. Is that not allowed?"
"Uh, n-no you can carry on... In fact could you please guide the rest of the class in your warm-up routine? It will be better to get it all done at once rather than you all doing separate exercises" Aizawa groaned a bit before taking in a deep breath, he hadn't really expected anyone to start preparing for the tests like this, though he supposed there was no reason not to given Izuku's status. God damn it now he was off his flow and wouldn't be able to really finish off his little intimidation piece as Izuku and a couple of the other boys, Kirishma and Iida led the instruction on warm-up exercises. That was good he guessed, less work for him to do later on. Letting out a breath, Aizawa shook his head looking back at his class hoping that they would be good enough to all pass his personal little test.
Bulu sat in her assigned seat, her attention solely on the group of teachers up front, the impressive collection of heroes and heroines that decided to teach at the school. Focusing a bit on her own homeroom teacher, codenamed Snipe gave a small speech all about how everyone here was important and needed to keep together and all that stuff she really didn't care all too much about. Tuning out the larger ceremony Bulu turned her attention to their classmates, wanting to know a few of them and maybe make some friends here and there. Sure her idiots shared lunch period with her but the girl wanted some new friends of her own darn it! Hearing an interesting sounding conversation from behind her, Bulu leaned back in her chair ever so slightly to listen in.
"Man, where do you think 1-A is right now? The rest of the hero course seems to be here, I kinda wanted to see what those kinds of people must look like in real life, I bet they are all a bunch of pretentious, self-righteous assholes."
"I don't know dude, maybe they think they are too good for the opening ceremony or something? I mean they are going here for hero shit so maybe they are already starting on it? Must be pretty good if the class doesn't have to sit through another dumb speech right?"
"Oh yeah I guess, but you know they can't be all that good. I mean I bet I could have gotten in if I tried, did you hear that they let a quirkless kid in the hero program? I mean if a useless nobody like that managed to get into the program than the bar for entry has to be pretty fuckin low right?" As she listened in, Bulu growled a little bit and clenched her hand shut not wanting to make a scene but if these...These brats wanted to keep insulting her best friend like that she might not be able to stay calm. She continued to listen as they bragged that their quirks were better than anything that Izuku could do, that they must have a bunch of near useless powers in the bunch if he made the bar.
Bulu was about to turn right around and yell at them to shut the hell up in the middle of the ceremony before someone put their hand on her shoulder with a soft hey followed by it.
"What?" Bulu angered in her angriest whisper, feeling pissy that someone would decide to bother her like that, though as soon as the word left her mouth Bulu froze, spotting a bit of messy purple hair out of the corner of her eye. Bulu wondered what the hell was going on, she couldn't move or speak at all! Was this one of the kid's quirks? Had they found out she was eavesdropping?
"Turn around and calm down some, ignore those two idiots and just get through the ceremony. We can talk later though." Like a machine, Bulu's body followed the common and sat down, her ears tuning out the jackasses behind her and staying completely focused on the ceremony ahead of her. Eventually, it seemed like the control over her body was restored by whoever took it away from her and she shook her head and looked around for whoever did that to her as the ceremony itself ended. Spotting a head of messy purple hair next to her, Bulu put a hand on his shoulder with a growl.
"Were you the one who used their quirk on me? The one that took away the control over my body?" Bulu looked at him, furious that anyone would think of invading her mind like that, oh god did he read her mind or something like that? It would be horrible if he could do that as well as mind control!
"Yes, though I am sorry I did it without warning. Just didn't seem like a good time for that sort of outburst you know? A-anyways, I think I can sympathize with your friend quite a bit here. The quirkless one? I assume that is the reason you got so damn angry at those to idiots for constantly insulting him like that.
"Y-yes, Izuku is the boy without a quirk that got into UA. Though don't listen to what those idiots say, my friend more than worked his ass off to get where he is today. However, why would you be able to relate to him at all? You seem to have a pretty powerful quirk from what I felt of it."
"About that, I may have a strong quirk but everyone always says it's more suited to be a villain's as opposed to a hero's but whatever. I will get my chance to get into the course one way or another. My name is Shinso by the way, pleasure to meet you." When the young man mentioned the term "villain quirk" Bulu's hazel eyes widened a bit before she shook her head, of course, those ideas would emerge! She just hadn't seen any of it yet, welp Bulu guessed she was about to gain yet another idiot to worry about.
"Oh, yeah I can see that. Though your quirk itself looks way to strong to be a bad guy's quirk you know? Anyways, do you want to hang out sometime? I could really do with getting some new friends in class.
Izuku grunted as he finished off his latest test. Landing himself right on the sandpit at two meters! Izuku grinned at his progress, he still had another two times at doing this and he was already above average in this area, time to start getting creative. Flexing his wrists a few times, the young man looked around at his surroundings, disappointed there was nothing for his web lines to connect to solidly around, as he lined up at the proper line the young man crouched himself down, coiling all his muscles like a spring he was about to leap away when he heard his name being called out.
"Hey, Midoriya! Why haven't you used your quirk yet? Aizawa said we should if we wanted to keep up with the rest of class, though I can see you have had no problem so far" The hyperactive voice of Mina threw Izuku off with his focus and when he jumped, the young man pretty much fell flat on his face causing him to groan a bit before picking himself up and turning back towards Mina and pretty much the rest of class as they waited their turn, though he saw curiosity on everyone's face except for his friends of course. Blushing a bit, Izuku considered whether or not he should lie about this...Though that thought was quickly expelled from his mind as he knew that trust would be majorly important with these people later on so might as well come clean.
"Oh, well I haven't used my quirk because I...don't... really have one. So I can't really use it can I?" He chuckled awkwardly before the surge of his fellow students fell upon him like a flood, all asking the same questions he had prepared to answer a million times, but the concerned voices were overwhelming the shy boy until a loud explosion echoed throughout the grounds, causing the crowd of would-be heroes to turn their attention towards Bakugou and Kirishima, both boys looking irate at the class's actions.
"Would you all shut up? Yes, Deku's got no quirk, yes he was able to get into UA and even take my damn first place on the transfer! He got there through training himself half to death over the four years he was going over to a dojo." Letting out a sigh of relief, Izuku found himself ready to relax some and coughed a bit to recall everyone's attention to him again so that he could speak to them, giving his friend a thankful nod along the way. Catching Aizawa's eye along the way, who looked just about ready to dish out a few detentions to his students.
"Y-yeah, I have kind of worked towards this for my whole life up until this point. So please don't treat me any different than you would any other student with a quirk please! I have had enough pity stuffed onto me for a lifetime and I would rather not receive any more, not onto my ball toss... I do have an idea to give you all a show of what else I spent time developing." He smiled as he seemed to have the attention of all the class while he walked up to the ball circle, foregoing his third leap as he was sure he could stay in by now and looked over to their teacher.
"Just to make sure, I can do anything I need to the ball as long as it doesn't hit the ground and my feet don't leave the circle right?"
"Yeah, sure do what ya want. Just make sure that you don't hurt anyone if you plan to do something stupid ok? I don't want any showboats in my class that will endanger the rest of my students." Aizawa looked to the quirkless young man with a serious look in his eye, this group of kids was actually pretty good after all. He wasn't planning on really expelling anyone this time around, but if this kid was just an idiot, after all, he would not hesitate.
"All right, then. If everyone doesn't mind could you please give me a lot of room to work with? I don't want to hit anyone with the ball on accident as this one might end up hurting." He gave everyone else a large grin as they backed away a couple of meters, hopefully, that would be enough right? Tossing the ball up in his hands a few times to get a feel of the weight he nodded before taking a pitcher's stance and belting out his fastball left-handed.
Once the ball left his hand, Izuku brought up his other arm and tensed his wrist to start aiming, waiting until the thing had hit its apex upwards, Izuku shot out his silver-white web fluid, the thing sticking right to the ball before he started to swing it around his head the thing spinning around in the air like a high speed centrifuge, with each turn around and increase in speed, Izuku could feel the resistance against his arms grow until he could barely stand it until he finally released the missile, launching it forward at incredibly high speed. Izuku watched as the thing flew out of sight, the silk line trailing behind it as the score was calculated, he had reached a maximum of seven hundred and five meters! Just under Kaachan's score, it seemed. Turning around with a smile, he looked towards Aizawa who had a small smile on his face.
"Was that too dangerous Aizawa sensei? If so I can tone it down and just use my arm the next two throws, I kinda wanted to show off there for some reason." He let out an awkward chuckle before gulping, hoping that wasn't considered showboating in the teacher's mind. He was proud of his web shooters and did like to show to the world that his want to be a hero was just as valid as any kid with a quirk's!
"Kid, if that was showboating to you then do it all you like. As long as those web shooters are approved for use then feel free to do whatever you need with them it would be irrational to do otherwise." Aizawa yawned some as the little athletics showcase came to an end with him giving the usual rational deception schtick when he found a class worth teaching. Walking off towards the teacher's lounge a certain bulky bond was there on the way.
"Aizawa you liar! That whole logical ruse stuff might have flown on April fools day but that was weeks ago. I read up on your file and last year you expelled your entire first-year class because of what you said was their lack of prospects!" All Might spoke to him like some annoying dog, so loud and barky. Rubbing his ear some Aizawa shrugged a bit.
"None of them had zero chance, I could see the potential hero in all of them. Though if any of this class drops below zero chance they are getting cut loose. After all, letting someone chase a failing dream is worse than cutting it off at the start. Though, why were you here All Might?"
"Oh ah, I was here to observe my future students for tomorrow. I want to be the best teacher I can for them and was coming to see who would actually survive your first year culling. Is that so unreasonable?" Aizawa looked to the top hero, the man was telling him a half-truth here after all. Sure, he could buy the man wanting to see who his students really were given his past history but this...This answer didn't seem complete but hey, who was he to question the symbol of peace, he sure as hell had a few secrets that he would rather be kept that way and would respect his colleague's desire for that as well.