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Aizawa knocked the door to Uzumaki landlord's apartment and tapped his feet. It hadn't taken long for him to find information about the person who rented Naruto, her apartment. Luckily after some digging through her files, he had been able to pinpoint the owner of her address. The owner must have done some information on Uzumaki before renting out the apartment.

The door opened, revealing a middle-aged man wearing a pair of glasses. The man knitted his eyebrows, black eyes scanning up and down at the sight of his ruffled appearance. "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Eraserhead." Aizawa pulled out his license and handed it to the man. Black eyes grew large at the sight of him before darting around the area, eyebrows scrunched up together. "And I want to ask you some questions about your tenant: Uzumaki Naruto."

The middle-aged man frowned. "Uzumaki? What about her?"

"I am her homeroom teacher but there are a couple of things that concerns me about your tenant." The man shifted, black eyes avoiding the ever-searching gaze of Aizawa's eyes. He leaned back, hands closing the door but only to find Aizawa blocking the door with his feet. The Hero raised his eyebrow, waiting for him to say something.

"Look I don't know much about Uzumaki." The man tried to slam the door but struggled against Aizawa. The Hero just locked his eyes at him, daring the man to lie to his face about not knowing much about his tenant. There were certain pieces of information that a landlord should know about their tenants.

Like where they lived before.

"I want to know where does Uzumaki come from," Aizawa asked; he kept his tone calm and even as the man tried to slam the door in his face. The most important question for him to fill in the blanks would start from where did his student come from. If he could start looking from her birth place then he could get more information on his mistrustful student.

The landlord shook his head. "I can't answer your question. When Uzumaki came to live in my apartment, there were certain details in our agreement that makes me incapable of answering your questions."

"You are withholding information from a Hero," Aizawa said dryly.

The man pressed his lips into a thin line. "Look this piece of information is something I can't provide, not just because it voids the contract I made with her but also with the agreement I made with her Guardian."

Guardian? Aizawa tilted his head and stared at the shifty man in front of him. This was the first time he ever heard the mention of Uzumaki having a guardian. From what he read in her files, Uzumaki was alone and didn't have anyone to support her. There had been no mention of a guardian or parents in her form.

There had been no one for her emergency contact.

"Then could I meet with her Guardian? Do you have his contact details? Or where I can even find him?"

Letting out a sigh, the landlord slumped his shoulder and locked his eyes at him. There was a clear tiredness in the man, making Aizawa wonder what was the agreement made by the man and his student's Guardian.

"The man comes and goes like a ghost," the landlord explained. "I don't know where he lives or if he even is in the country. Even when he is in the country, I doubt he will visit Uzumaki. From what I understood from my limited interaction with Uzumaki that they haven't talk since she live in my apartment."

Aizawa kept his expression completely blank as he processed the information given to him. His fifteen-year-old student had a Guardian but hasn't talked to him since she found a place to live. This was both interesting and disturbing if you asked him. Why haven't they talk to each other? There was a story behind this.

There was also another thing he wanted to know.

"Do you know anything about Uzumaki and her parents?"

Rubbing the back of his neck, the landlord replied. "I know that Uzumaki doesn't have any parents and that she lost them to a some Villain attack."

The Underground Hero raised his eyebrow at this piece of information. Was it possible his student wanted to get revenge against the people that killed her family? It wouldn't make sense. The law made it clear that such actions were against heroic duties. His student also didn't seem to harbour any hints or tendency of people seeking revenge.

He frowned and thought of another question to ask.

"And how old was Uzumaki when she lost her parents?"

The landlord shrugged. "From what I know from her Guardian, Uzumaki was barely a day old when the Villain attacked their home," he sighed. "Look I don't know much about her. I don't make it a point to get to know my tenants; all I care about is her rent money. I just have the added bonus of keeping an eye on her."

Aizawa grimaced and stared at the confident eyes of the landlord. There was one thing that nagged him now that he knew about Uzumaki's living situation. If the girl did have a guardian then why wasn't the man paying for the rent? Why did Uzumaki have to bring in the money to pay for the rent? And why wasn't he living with Uzumaki?

Something didn't make sense.

"Explain to me why does Uzumaki have to pay for her rent when she has a Guardian capable of paying it for her." The man gulped when Aizawa narrowed his eyes at him. His student was just fifteen. She shouldn't be forced to work when there was someone, who could provide for her. She should be more focused on her studies instead of bills and rent.

The man backed away and attempted again to slam the door, but Aizawa pulled the door open and slid towards the nervous man. He grabbed hold of the man, black eyes promising a lifetime of trouble if the man didn't start talking. His student should never be exploited in this way.

"Her Guardian does pay for her rent," the man cried out. Aizawa blinked at this piece of information and raised his eyebrow at the man. "But Uzumaki doesn't know about it. Her guardian made it clear to me that Uzumaki should never know about it. He threatened to never give me a sneak peek of his next book if the girl finds out that he has been doing this. Please don't tell her!"

Aizawa observed the man. The panic in the landlord's voice made it clear to the Hero that the landlord was telling the truth. This guy must be some kind of author for the man to be visibly distressed at the thought of not getting the sneak peak of the man's book. A very good author, Aizawa decided as he stared at the anxious man.

It took a lot of guts to try and lie to a Hero.

"Why doesn't he want Uzumaki to know he has been paying her rent? And what do you do with her rent money?" Aizawa finally asked.

The man darted his eyes around the floor, relaxing his shoulders when he saw that it was still just the two of them on the outside.

"Her guardian said that if she knows he has been paying for her rent then she might pay him back for the money," he admitted. "He claims that Uzumaki might think he wants something from her and that he doesn't believe Uzumaki can take care of himself. The girl wouldn't believe her Guardian did it out of love for her. The money that Naruto gives me is the money that her Guardian wants me to put into her account for when he dies. She will only be able to access it when he dies."

The girl wouldn't believe…

The hero curled his lips into a frown and flickered his eyes to the door across of them, where Uzumaki lived. This piece of information just confirmed one thing about his student. The fifteen-year-old girl did have trust issues, trust issues so severe that it affected the relationship between her and her Guardian.

But where did it start from? And was there any other signs that he needed to worry about? Aizawa knew from experience that kids like Uzumaki did have habits that could bring out self-destruction. The girl might be working but there must be things that she had done as a way to prove the world was just cruel to her.

"Does Uzumaki have any friends that she brings over here? Or make any parties?" He asked. "She is a teenage girl living by herself and it isn't a stretch to think she does this kind of thing."

The man pressed his lips into a thin line. "Uzumaki? The girl has always been by herself. She just comes back home from work late and locks herself in there. No one goes in and out of that apartment. Sometimes when you look at her, you don't really feel like she is actually living life."

No friends, working overtime and no contact with her Guardian made Aizawa think that maybe it was time he talked to the girl about going to therapy. He might need to change some plans about how he might run about the Class President, because Aizawa couldn't let the girl continue like this.

Uzumaki wouldn't go far if she doesn't battle her inner demons.

The Hero department of Yuuei High split their teaching into two parts: the morning had them learning general classes while the afternoon handled the hero training class. The jump from middle school to high school wasn't that large if you asked Naruto, with some of the things they were learning were things she learnt in Konoha.

The only class she struggled in the morning was the English class. It was the one subject she struggled even in middle school since the language was just too different from Japanese. Maybe if she could finally figure out a tourist from her workplace then Naruto probably would get them to tutor her.

She was grateful when the morning ended and she could go eat lunch. She barely paid much attention when her fellow classmates made comment on how Aizawa-sensei wasn't in class this morning to take their attendance. She had missed the train, which meant she ended up being late for class.

Naruto sighed and scanned the cafeteria for an empty table. All of the students seemed to have taken at least one of the table. The girl Kendou seemed to be sitting with a group of her classmates. Green eyes spotted her, a cheerful smile played on her lips as Kendou waved for her to sit with her. Naruto flashed a fake smile and shook her head.

Kendou slumped her shoulders.

Blue eyes continued to scan the canteen for another seat. She ignored the waves from Nejire and her friends, pretending not to notice the pout from her senior. Midoriya seemed to be chatting with his new found friends, his green eyes darting towards her and silently telling her that she could sit with them.

Too risky if you asked her. Midoriya was probably going to pester her about her Quirk, the Quirk that she made up because there was no way to explain it. Her classmate didn't actually want to get to know her or anything like that. He also didn't need protecting since he seem to have found a group of people who liked him.

Her eyes landed on the mismatch boy in her class. There was a whole table left to him with no one taking a seat right beside him. She took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face, before making her way towards the one classmate that Naruto knew wouldn't give a shit about her.

Todoroki was the pretty boy of their class, maybe their whole year and that meant only one thing to Naruto. He was the asshole that only cared about himself. Almost every pretty boy, Naruto knew was like that. It was ingrained into them to act like assholes. A wave of fangirls confessing their love to them was always met with indifference.

Friendships meant nothing to these people and this asshole probably wouldn't bother her.

"Can I take a seat?" Naruto asked, putting her bowl of ramen on the table. The boy looked up from his soba noodles, mismatch eyebrows furrowed at the sight of her, and nodded.

Naruto flashed him another smile and began stirring her ramen, blue eyes focused on her food. It surprised her to learn the school had a hero making them meals or that the meals could be so affordable.

She slurped her noodles, pretending not to notice the way her classmate kept flickering his eyes at her. If he had a problem with her table manners then Todoroki could go somewhere else, because Naruto was going to savour the taste of her favourite ramen. Those mismatch eyes weren't enough to make her move away.

Even if those mismatch eyes flared with so much hate and anger and had hints of curiosity.

"Why did you ask to sit if you already made your decision?"

Naruto looked away from the noodles and stared at Todoroki's eyes. Her brain tried to see if there was any hidden agenda behind his question. Did he think she was a fangirl? Todoroki was good-looking, probably one of the best-looking guys she had ever seen, but her classmate didn't seem like the kind of guy that counted his fangirls.

She saw no benefit for her to answer him.

"Because you look so friendly."

Todoroki blinked and knitted his eyebrows together. His mismatch eyes flashed with so much confusion that Naruto just had to wonder if the guy understood that she was being sarcastic.

"I look friendly?"

He is clueless. Naruto could not stop herself from gawking at the befuddled boy right in front of her. It seemed like the guy only understood blunt statements, because nothing about what she said was the truth. Out of everyone in their class, Todoroki was the least friendly one.

It was saying something when they had a classmate like Bakugou.

"You look like an absolute asshole," Naruto declared. Todoroki blinked and the blond-haired girl slurped on her noodles, blue eyes focused on those mismatch eyes. "Assholes don't seem to give a shit about other people so I know you won't ask me any questions. This suits me just fine."

Todoroki frowned. "Why do you think I'm an asshole?"

It was probably a terrible idea to answer him but Naruto knew she wasn't the type to make the right decisions. She probably was going to regret this later like she always did. This was probably going to bite her in the ass later.

"Your eyes are really cold," Naruto put down her chopsticks and stared at her classmate. "They are so cold that it doesn't allow anyone to get to know you."

Todoroki made no comment about her words, didn't even try to convince her that she was wrong. All he did was just stare at her with a blank expression, mismatch eyes not revealing his feelings at her words. All he did was just tilt his head, stared at her thoughtfully before continuing to eat his soba noodles in peace.

It was probably a terrible idea for her to get close to someone like Todoroki. Guys like Todoroki always ended up ruining her trust. Todoroki probably was not going to care about her.

He probably was going to call her names and insult her because that was what everyone did.

She probably was going to be the biggest idiot for talking to him, but Naruto could never break old habits.

"Your eyes are really cold."

Uzumaki's words kept playing in the back of Todoroki's mind even when lunch ended and it was time for their first lesson on their training. All of their classmates seemed to be too busy chatting with each other, but all he could do was just stare at his classmate that still had a fake smile playing on her lips.

Todoroki never thought about what he looked like to other people. It never crossed his mind what his eyes looked like to other people, not when he never liked looking at the mirror. The sight of the mirror meant looking at his scar-face and Todoroki never liked the sight of his face.

The sight of his scar was not just a reminder of what his mother did to him, but it reminded him of just how much he looked like his old man. He hated how much he looked like the asshole.

"So Uzumaki, what do you think of All Might being our teacher?" The blond-haired boy asked, turning around to stare at their smiling classmate.

Uzumaki tilted her hard and shrugged her shoulder. "I don't really care."

Todoroki locked his eyes on his classmates as everyone stared at the girl with gawking expressions. The only one, who didn't seem to be surprise by the answer was that Bakugou. He just snorted, folded his arms against his chest and locked eyes on the door. The boy Midoriya frowned, seeming just as confused as this answer.

Todoroku doubt that Uzumaki didn't care about All Might teaching them. For the last two days, he noticed the girl did care about people…even if she closed herself off from them. When Midoriya broke his finger, Uzumaki was one of the first people to be alarmed.

It was the only time when Uzumaki showed worry for someone else.

"I am," The door to the classroom slid open, a loud voice instantly booming across the class, followed by a bright laugh, "coming through the door like a normal person."

Todoroki's eyes instantly went straight to the front of the room and then to his classmate. Uzumaki's eyes grew large and a sight hint of amusement flashed before her eyes. The amusement faded, replaced by a look of sadness and nostalgia at the sight of All Might.

He should be overjoyed at the fact that his childhood hero was here, but all Todoroki could do was focus on his classmate. He didn't understand why the sight of All Might could bring out such emotions from her. Everyone was enamoured by the man. Their classmates sat straight, chatting to each other about his arrival, but Uzumaki just hunched her shoulders.

"I teach Foundational Hero Training." All Might place his hands on his hips and locked eyes on the excited students. "Foundational Hero Training is a subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You will take the most units of this subject!"

All Might struck a pose, winding his arm backwards as his muscular body coiled back tight like a bow. He whipped around, brandishing a card for all of them to see. Everyone knitted their eyebrows at the English word for battle.

Todoroki's eyes flickered to Uzumaki. Blue eyes continued to grow even sadder and sadder as the man explained to them about what they were going to do for their first lesson. He glanced at his other classmates, noticing for the first time that none of them seemed to have noticed the pain in Uzumaki's eyes.

"You look so friendly."

"Assholes don't seem to give a shit about other people."

He knew Uzumaki was right to say he wasn't friendly. It should annoy him that his classmate acted rude to him, called him out of his behaviour but Uzumaki made him sound like he was Endeavour. He was nothing like that shitty old man. His shitty old man never cared about how his mother felt, always caring about what he wanted.

Todoroki wasn't like that. He knew Uzumaki had issues just like his mother had. No one ever asked his mother about how she felt. His brothers and sister were too young to comfort their mother. They probably never thought to ask about her feelings or tried to help her in their own way.

He wasn't able to help his mother but Todoroki wanted to help Uzumaki. Maybe he was wrong but the first step of showing that he did care was maybe to ask the question:

"Are you okay, Uzumaki?"

His classmate tore her eyes away from All Might, swirling her head at him as her bright blue eyes grew wide at his question. A large smile played on her lips as Uzumaki said, "I am fine."

He observed his smiling classmate. The words 'I am fine' had a cheer towards them but Uzumaki's lips trembled, almost like she was just trying to convince herself that she was fine. She wasn't fine but didn't want to tell him or anyone that she was hurting.

Maybe he should ask her about what was troubling her.

Todoroki darted his eyes to their other classmates, who were now getting off of their seats and making their way towards the slots that had slid out of the wall. None of them seemed to be paying much attention to him or Uzumaki. They were more excited about their chance to wear their battle gear than to notice their other classmates.

"Would you even be willing to talk to someone about their issues if someone suddenly asks you? What could you do?" A voice in the back of his mind asked him, making him pause at what he was going to say next. He wouldn't want to talk to people about what happened between his mother and him, or what Endeavour did to him.

He didn't even know what to say to her. Todoroki doubt Uzumaki would suddenly open her heart and tell him about the problems she had as a child. The fake smile and the lies were enough to tell him this, but he couldn't just keep quiet.

Todoroki needed to know what to do to get Uzumaki to open up to him.

'Natsuo, are you sure that you want to be a counsellor?"

The words from over a year ago echoed in Todoroki's ear as his eyes followed Uzumaki. His sister asked the question when Natsuo informed them of his degree. Endeavour didn't care, only grunting before leaving for work. Fuyumi had been concern for some reason, maybe she explained it but Todoroki probably didn't pay attention to it.

This was probably something his brother might have some knowledge on how to deal with someone like Uzumaki.

~X~

Even though all of her classmates were excited about their hero costumes and the fact All Might was teaching them, Naruto could only feel indifference. She felt like an observer as Uraraka and Midoriya chatted in excitement about the class, while another classmate openly leered at one of the girls.

'Welcome to your first day of the Academy! I want everyone to introduce each other: tell us your name, your likes and dislikes and your dream for the future.'

Maybe she just felt indifferent because Naruto never wanted to become a Hero so badly like her classmates.

Naruto shook her head and stared at All Might. The hero locked his blue eyes and the large smile playing on his lips faltered slightly at the sight of her. Those eyes seemed to have grown slightly larger, looking at her like she was some kind of ghost from his past. He darted his eyes to Bakugou and then to her.

He was probably like their old classmates.

'Uzumaki, you know you and Bakugou look kind of similar.'

It had been one of the first words spoken by one of their female classmates in middle school. Naruto could only see the resemblance with the shape of their nose, but everything else about them was different. Her parents had come from Konoha or so Naruto would like to think. The Third Hokage never really told her anything about her parents.

'When you become a Chunin or when you turn sixteen then I promise you that I will tell you everything that you want to know about your parents."

"What if you die, old man? Who would tell me about my parents? You are not getting any younger!"

"I'm not going to die any time soon, Naruto."

"You better not! I wanna take that hat from you!"

She balled her hands into a fist and forced herself to smile even harder. Tears threatened to break out of her eyes as it always did whenever Naruto remembered the Third Hokage. He broke his promise to her. The fear that he would die before she could find out about her parents came true. It wasn't his fault that Orochimaru killed him.

It was her fault for believing that the Third would live long enough to tell her the truth.

"Young Uzumaki!" Naruto blinked back to herself and out of her painful thoughts to realize All Might stood right in front of her. A bright smile was plastered on his face as his blue eyes locked on her.

The man was the greatest hero of all time and was considered the Pillar of Hope in Japan. But Naruto felt like just another nameless citizen in front of this man. All Might didn't actually see her. She was just another face to him, insignificant and unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

She was just another face to him.

"Yes?" She smiled brightly and pulled herself back together as All Might stared at her. His blue eyes seemed focus on her long blond-hair and her own blue eyes, darting occasionally to Bakugou.

"Take a letter from the box, if you will!" All Might gave the box in her hand a small jostle. She stared blankly for a moment, trying to understand what the hell happened. With an even bigger smile, she pulled out a letter from the box. She realized that half of her classmates pulled their letters and had been waiting for her to pull it out.

"Just had to pray for good luck!" she lied and stared down at her letter. She got the letter C. She looked around to see what was happening as the rest of her classmates pulled out their letters.

"You didn't pay attention." Todoroki observed as she darted her eyes around. Naruto pressed her lips into a thin line, glancing down at his letter and saw he had the letter B. She finally bobbed her head, waiting for him to say something rude.

What he did next, surprised her.

"We are being split up into either being heroes or villains," Todoroki explained; his tone was calm and quiet as the box was carried to the next person. "And we are going to be fighting a 2-on-2 indoor battle. The person with the same letter is your teammate. There is going to be one team with three people."

She expected him to insult her for not paying attention, not being patient while explaining to her about what they were going to do in the class. He probably doesn't want things to be held up or for a scene to be made. This was the only reasonable explanation for why he acted like this.

Pretty boys weren't patient and they were rude little shits that only cared about themselves.

"Everyone find your teammates!"

Naruto flashed a tight smile to her classmate and began searching for her partner or partners. Three people. She didn't know how to feel about being or watching a group of three students. Arguments would arise. Memories of Team Seven would play out and the thought of her old team brought a bitter pang to her heart.

'Why do I have to be put in the same team as him!"

"No! I am in the same team as her!"

Her throat burned every time that memory plays out in her mind as she forced herself to smile hard at her classmates.

"Whiskers!" Naruto swirled her head around as Bakugou grabbed hold of her wrist. She yanked her wrist away from him, raising a lone blond eyebrow at him. He held out his letter, scowling at her as he did so. Team D was the team that Bakugou was in. Naruto shook her head, held up her own letter and the bastard scowled even harder.

She didn't understand why Bakugou always seem to act strange around her.

"Uzumaki, can I please check your letter?" Yaoyorozu asked politely, walking up to her. She feels too nervous about her outfit. It was the first thought to come to Naruto's mind as the black-haired girl tried to ignore the leery looks of the purple-haired boy coming from behind them.

The amount of skin that Yaoyorozu showed didn't seem like much if you asked Naruto. It made sense when she thought of what the girl needed to do with her Quirk, but the girl needed to own it. Confidence was hard to build when one had no experience with revealing clothes, or doing inappropriate things.

The Kunoichi lessons they had always made it a point for them to learn the importance of seduction. It had been the lesson Naruto enjoyed the most, beside taijutsu. She learnt how men could be putty with just the right words and actions.

'Naru-chan, I just can't do those things! Kiba-kun…"

"That's why you should practise! The mutt wouldn't know what hits him if you flirt with him a little and tease him just a little.'

"So the three of us are going to be working together," Momo declared, letting out a sigh of relief. Naruto bobbed her head, blue eyes focused on the little pervert that had drool leaking out of his mouth. Her female classmate shifted again, her pale hands attempting to cover herself up from the teen's gaze.

"Uzumaki, what are you doing?" Naruto ignored her teammate's question and picked up her male teammate by his cape. If the three of them were going to be working together then it was time for her to let the pervert know who run this show.

She smiled brightly and closed her eyes at the boy. "Sweet, sweet Mineta…if you keep this up then you are going to die a lonely death. No girl is ever going to look your fucking way if you act like a dog. Now get your act together or I will do it for you."

The boy gulped and bobbed his head while Momo shot her a grateful look.

Naruto just wanted to do well in her lesson; she didn't do it because Momo reminded her of Hinata with her lack of self-confidence.

'Liar.'

She wasn't a liar because liars knew what was the truth and what was a lie.

Naruto didn't even know what parts of her was her real self and what parts of her was just a lie to cope with what happened.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think about this chapter. There has been a slight change to the chapter to explain what happens with Naruto's rent money. Do tell me what you think about the interactions between the characters and how you feel about the changes.