I couldn't help it and published three chapters at once. I've been leading up to this moment for six chapters and thought 'I have to get into it, now.'
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Ch. 7 The True Beginning
UA was enormous.
No, really.
It was bloody huge.
Sam could get to and fro from her dorm and campus, that wasn't an issue. What was an issue was getting through the building itself. It was, what, five stories high and built into the shape of the letter H. Who thought that was a good idea?
"How am I going to navigate this place." Sam shifts her bag closer. "It's a miracle in itself I made it here."
A few other early-bird students walked past her. But none of them resembled the other kids from her class. Maybe she should have stayed back and asked someone to help her.
Sam bit her lip. She said everything was going to be okay, but really, she didn't feel okay in the slightest. They were all nice, and it had gone pretty well. But the things that did go wrong hit over the head like a hammer. Mainly the one that involved Bakugo Katsuki.
With a groan, Sam slammed her head against a pillar. She just had to lose it, and in front of the other really nice guy, Midoriya Izuku. They had been hitting it off well, and. -Sam was going to lie- she was feeling desperate to make friends here.
She peels her head from the stone. If she kept standing there like that people were going to think she was mental. So, she dragged her feet towards the building. Reflecting on the day before for the hundredth time.
The moving truck had left the teen and her stuff a few minutes, but Sam was at a loss. Liam had to finish some last paperwork at the campus but urged her to get settled in. Problem was, Sam wasn't sure where she was supposed to go.
"Damn it, Liam, could you at least give me some instructions,"
After giving her stuff once over, Sam sighs and makes her way to the building. Guess it was up to her now. Her stuff would be fine for the time being.
Sam opens the door and is met with an open foyer. A few couches and chairs were set up to face a TV as the liveing room, while farther back Sam can make out a dining table and kitchen. Seems she found the common room
She lets the door shut on its own before looking at the ground. Slippers sat neatly in a shoe cabinet to the left, while an empty cabinet sat to the right. Sam shifts in place before deciding to just walk in her socks. While Sam put her shoes away, she noticed there were actually two other pairs.
"School shoes. But isn't everyone in-"
And then she heard it.
"Why is there still dust on this, Deku."
"I haven't done that area yet Ka-chan"
"Well do it faster."
Yep, that definitely made Sam's anxiety better.
Walking to the right and farther back where the stairs were located, Sam started to see two new figures. If she hadn't realized they were male just by voice, then she could tell by their build. Both had some serious muscle game. The only difference was the blonds were more noticeable because of his tank while the dark-haired boy's - wait, why the hell does his hair look green in the light - were masked a bit more under his loose t-shirt.
UA really didn't fuck around.
"Ka-Chan, if I do it too fast then it won't clean it properly." The black/green-haired boy pinched the bridge of his nose.
He was smaller than most guys Sam knew and fell more on the boyish spectrum. Even though he looked so done with the blond, his round face had a natural sweetheart appearance. His other attributes didn't help deter this. With large round green eyes, a mess of hair and splatter of freckles, he was the definition of innocent. In fact, if someone didn't see his calves, they'd probably think he was a pushover.
On the other hand...
"That sounds more like your problem, Deku."
Blondie was the exact opposite.
The lines creased in his face reflected his current expression of anger was more than common. And it matched his appearance perfectly. He was about an inch or less tall than Sam, with sharp red eyes and spiky blond hair. He was looking down at anyone and everything with the narcissism dialed past ten. Paired with his sharp features and a slouched posture, he looked like a delinquent. Someone that no one in their right mind would fuck with.
Sam and he were going to get along swimmingly, weren't they.
"Who the fuck are you."
Two pairs of eyes were on her.
Lord, have mercy on her soul.
"Um, I'm the new transfer student in class one A." Sam rubs the back of her neck, "I didn't mean to interrupt you, just trying to figure out my living situation and move my things in."
Realization spreads across the smaller boys' faces. With a grin that rivaled the sun in brightness, he dropped the pink duster and ran towards Sam. Her eyes widened at the scar covered hand shoved towards her.
"Windsor Sam, right," her name sounds a bit wobbly, but the enthusiasm doesn't, "I'm Midoriya Izuku, part of the Hero course class one A as well."
Sam feels the smile becomes more natural. She grabs his hand for a shake and greets him back.
"That's me alright, and it's a pleasure to meet you Midoriya. I look forward to working alongside you."
When their hands separated, Midoriya looked at the other blond. He's leaning against the wall, scowl ever-present. With a scoff, he pushes himself off and stalks over.
"Bakugo Katsuki," he gives her a once over, "glad to see your Japanese isn't as shit as I thought."
Sam's face twitched. The mantra 'don't slap him' was replaying over and over again while she did everything in her power to compose herself. Closing her eyes, she bares him a strained toothy grin.
"Nice to meet you to," you fucking cocky piece of shit.
Midoriya sighs with a disappointed "Ka-chan." He then turned to Sam with the million wat grin. "Azaiwa-Sensei asked us to help you move in, so let's get your things," he goes stiff and blushes while waving his hands about, "I mean, unless you want to look around first, don't feel pressured to do anything."
Sam stops his ranting by laughing. Standing closer, Sam realized she was taller than him. This boy better be prepared for the fangirls when he becomes a hero. Because he was - as defined by Jezzabell - 'a small boy who must be protected.'
"Relax, I wanted to get my things put away first. And I'd appreciate the help, considering I have no idea where to go."
There was another scoff.
"Obviously, come on you new extra. I've got more important things to do." Spinning on his heel, Bakugou makes his way to the door.
Sam looks to Midoriya, who appears even more done than earlier. The smaller of the two shakes his head and laughs.
"You'll get used to it," Midoriya starts walking after the other blond, "Ka-chan is pretty brash, but he's harmless."
"Sure," Sam mutters and follows the smaller boy.
Outside, Sam sees Bakugou already grabbing several boxes at once. Her breath hitches.
"Be careful with that, there are some really delicate things in there."
He glares at them before proceeding to walk back inside.
"Hurry up and carry some of your own shit then."
Sam released a breath and grabbed two boxes. Midoriya does the same, neither wanting to push the limit. By the time they are halfway up the stairs, Bakugou is rushing back down. Sam swears if that boy breaks anything.
"So, what made you decide to transfer to UA."
Sam blinks, the question taking a second to sink in. That's right, no one besides the staff knew about Sam's deal. To the other students like Midoriya, Sam was just a normal transfer student.
Did they even know she was quirkless?
"I've always wanted to enroll here," Sam said, deciding to tell a half-truth, "but I never had a chance. It was more like a distant dream before, but now."
Sam looks down and smiles, "Now it's a reality."
Midoriya stops at an open door and smiles back at her. There's something in his expression. Like nostalgia mixed with a bittersweet reminder.
"I know the feeling. I never thought I'd get into the Hero program either."
He steps into the room and places the boxes down.
"Looks like we both made our dreams a reality."
Sam places her boxes down as well, warmth swelling in her.
"Yeah, it looks like we did."
BANG
Mother fucker.
Sam was down the stairs in five seconds flat. And what did she see, but Bakugou was dusting his hands off. Not a flipping care in the world. The rest of Sam's things were sitting before him, which would have been a pleasant surprise if not for the panic attack Sam was about to have/
Looking over his shoulder, he narrows his eyes and huffs.
"Took you long enough, I managed to move everything inside by the time you got four boxes up."
Sam couldn't give a damn on his attitude then. Her eyes were scanning the piles of cardboard, on the brink of having a cardiac arrest. Then, she spotted it. A large box covered head to toe in the word 'FRAGILE.'
She dove straight for the box and ripped it open. Leather and metal stared back at her with old scraps and nicks. Sam releases her breath and closes the box. The sound hadn't come from her gear. Thank god.
"Windsor, are you ok." Midoriya was next to her, examining her face for signs of distress.
Sam waves a hand and closes the box, "Yeah, it's all good," She turns to Bakugou, "what the hell was that sound."
Bakugou crosses his arms, "You've got some heavy boxes, and when something heavy hits the ground it makes a loud sound. Do you not get common sense."
Sam was not going to get kicked out for murder.
.Samwasnotgoingtogetkickedoutformuder.
The teen stands up and takes a deep breath, "Yes, I do, and you obviously dropped something that should have not been dropped."
"Then you should have been quicker and dealt with it yourself."
"The actual fuck is wrong with you."
Midoriya tried to get between the two fuming blonds. With raised hands and a nervous smile, he opens his mouth to speak but is shoved away by Bakugou.
"What kind of thanks is that, hu. I'm working my ass off while you and Deku are just chatting like school girls."
"I, I can't even with you," Sam shakes her head.
This dude was absolutely insane. Sam couldn't even be mad anymore. Obviously this guy is projecting some other issue on Sam. She did not have time for this.
"Just forget it," Sam sighs and runs a hand through her hair, "I'll just get the rest of my things put away with Midoriya, finish whatever import things you have."
Sam leans down to pick up the box when a shadow passes over her. She glowers at the blond, who glowers right back.
"I was told to do this for you, and I'm going to fucking do it. So don't go bossing me around you fucking extra." He reaches out to grab the box before Sam.
He barely grazes it when another hand grabbed his in a vice grip.
With his hand trapped in her own, Sam used her crouched position to throw his weight on her back. In a flash, Sam springs back up and throws the body forwards and into the ground. She took a step back and examined the damage. Midoriya was staring at her mouth wide and horrified. Bakugou, on the other hand, was staring at the ceiling like he saw his life flash before his eyes.
"I said," she grabs the box and holds it tight, "not to touch my shit."
She can feel the embarrassment clinging to her cheeks in red. She had tried to ignore it and introduce herself to the other students. However, the moment she saw Bakugou with them she freaked out and ran back to her room.
Yeah, not Sam's best moment.
After wandering the halls for another twenty minutes, Sam managed to find classroom 1-A. Chatter was heard from the other side, and Sam's stomach began to churn. She only had fifteen minutes until class. She should really go in and take her seat. But her feet wouldn't move.
"You can do this," she grips the strap of her bag, "It's just a classroom, you deserve to be here just like everyone else."
Everyone else being people with quirks who didn't know she didn't have one.
"Hey, you alright there."
Sam jumped around and was faced with a shark-toothed grin and spiked red hair. Behind him were two others. A blond with a black streak and a dark-haired individual with some sort of protrusions in his arm.
Hu, wonder how that works with his quirk.
"Yeah, sorry, just," Sam glances at the door, "I'm a little nervous, I guess."
The blond grins, "Oh, you're that new transfer student Azaiwa-Sensei was talking about."
"No way." Red head's grin grew twice in size, "Nice to meet you, I'm Kirashima Eijiro."
"Windsor Samantha," she greets back.
"Cool, I'm Sero Hanata, and the short circuit moron is Kaminari Denki."
"Hey, don't make me sound bad," He glares at Sero before looking back at Sam, "and don't be nervous. The only one you should worry about is Bakugou, but he and Midoriya are on suspension so you should be good."
Sam looked away with a grim expression, "Yeah, I can see that."
The three boys looked confused but didn't ask questions. The door had slammed open and a bispectical male stood front and center.
"Students should not block the entryway, especially when class starts in ten minutes."
While Sam was shocked still, the other three laughed.
"Relax, Iida, we were just introducing ourselves to the new student," Sero Jabs a thumb towards Sam.
The teen shuffles her feet when Iida jerks his head towards her. He looks her up and down in the same jerky movements. Then, grabbing his chin he gave a small, "ah, I see."
"It's a pleasure to meet you miss" his hand was in her face like throwing a karate chop. What was it with people shoving their hands in her face. Sam wasn't short.
"My name is Iida Tenya, class president of one A."
Sam hesitates but ends up grabbing his hand for a shake, "Windsor Sam. Uh, transfer student."
He jerks his hand back, "of course, and please don't find this rude, but your Japanese is very fluent."
If only a certain idiot had put it that way.
"It's not rude at all, I'm actually flattered since it seems my hard work has paid off." Sam wonders to a certain dark-haired teacher.
When Sam asked Yoshi to teach and help her practice her Japanese, Sam was not prepared for the hell she'd gotten herself into. He'd test her while training, and every answer or phrase she got wrong he would amp up his attacks. There was even a time he'd quizzed her during a heist and fucking left her to deal with the cops when she pronounced a single word wrong.
Sam better be fucking fluent at this point.
"Please feel free to ask me any questions while you're here," Iida smiles, and for a second his body seems to relax. Then he stiffened back to his robotic self, "but in the meantime, please take your seats. We do not want to upset Azaiwa-Sensei."
Sam follows the four into the classroom. The trio broke off to their designated seats, while Iida showed Sam to hers. The blond sat down and placed her bag on the floor. Looking up, she was met with various curious eyes and - surprisingly - warm smiles.
"Everyone, I know class is starting soon, but I'd like to introduce all of you to our new student."
Sam sank in her seat. Really Iida. And she was starting to like him.
"This is Windsor Samantha, and while she is fluent in Japanese, please be helpful and familiarize her with the school." He made another chopping motion, "That is all."
"Good, cause class is starting."
Everyone looked at the doorway. There, slouched and tired eyed was the last person Sam thought she'd ever see.
"Holy shit," she whispers.
Sam had once asked Yoshi if there was a hero he feared facing. Yoshi had said that All Might was a Hero every Villain feared to face, but there was one he knew he'd have a harder time escaping.
"I had only had a run-in with him once, back when he was just getting some credit. But I'll never forget how he nearly outsmarted me. I'll never forget the name."
"He's fucking Eraser Head."
Sweet Mary Joseph and Jesus, of all the people to be her homeroom teacher.
The pro Hero looked in Sam's direction. The moment they made eye contact Sam sat a little straighter, folding her hands in her lap. She couldn't read him, and that terrified her.
"Windsor correct," He walks to his pew and places his papers down. The eye contact is never lost.
"Yes sir, it's a pleasure to meet you Azaiwa- Sensei."
He's still staring at her, and it's driving Sam up the wall. But considering he knew who she was, Sam shouldn't be surprised. Who knew if he was one of the teachers who agreed or disagreed with her enrollment.
"While I welcome you to my class, I hope you can prove to me that I didn't make a mistake allowing you into class one A."
Sam feels the tension evaporates when he looks away. Well, a warning was not what Sam wanted. However, she knew he wasn't against her enrollment, which was a plus.
"Now, since we already spoke about internships the other day, I'm going to allow an open study for either researching places that are accepting interns or working on your other classes."
A hand shot up.
"Yes, Ashido."
The girl, Ashido, was a type of mutation quirk. At least, that's what Sam could gather from her pink skin and antenna. She was currently in the dark as to the girl's abilities other than appearance changes.
"Can we take the time to introduce ourselves instead. We already know each other, and it would be a good idea if she becomes familiar with us."
Azaiwa's eye twitches, "You can make friends with each other outside of class, Mina."
"Actually Sensei," Another girl behind Sam spoke up, "I think it might be a good idea. We'll be working closely together, and as past experiences have shown, our knowledge and connections with one another have helped in tight situations."
That was actually very insightful.
Sam looks behind her. She can't believe this girl is in high school. The girls mature not only in words but in appearance. The only odd thing being the rocking hairstyle she was wearing. Sam might ask her how she managed to style it.
"Yeah, I second what Yaoyorozu said."
A series of agreements rose through the class. The only ones who were remotely against the idea were Sam - who was currently trying to meld into her chair - and Azaiwa.
"For the love of," he pinches the bridge of his nose, "Fine, Yaoyorozu, is correct. Getting to know each other could benefit you in the end."
He pulls a sleeping bag out of thin air and climbs into it, "In the meantime, I'm going to take a nap. Try and keep it down."
He zips it up, then glares at the class, "or else."And like that, he falls to the ground with his back to the class.
The actual fuck was Sam on something or just losing it because of jet lag.
"All right," Ashido jumps up, her voice not heading the teacher's words, "let's get this started."
She turns to Sam, revealing her pitch-black eyes and dazzling smile, "I'm Ashido Mina, and my Quirk is Acid, which literally means I can secrete acid from my body. And I love to dance in my spare time when I'm not training to be a Hero. It's nice to meet you, Windsor"
Alright, Sam liked this girl already. Not to mention her quirk was not only sick but could probably be used in a variety of ways. The simplicity allowed flexibility.
Another chair dragged against the floor.
"I'm Kirashima Eijiro, but you already knew that," Kirashima laughs, "my quirk is hardening, which allows my body to become an impenetrable wall. I want to become a manly Hero like my idol, Crimson Riot."
The boy points to his two other friends, "Sero's quirk is tape, meaning he can shoot it out of his arms, while Kaminari's is electrification, it's pretty much electricity but if he uses it too much he literally short circuits his brain."
"Again, are you trying to make me look bad."
Both Sero and Kirishima laugh.
Sam was holding her chin at that point. So that's what the protrusions in his arms were. If it was sticky like tape, then he could use it not only as was to restrain his opponents but hoist himself to higher places with little effort. As for the hardening quirk, it allowed for a great defense, but - when used correctly - could be a great offense. With electricity, it makes sense why it causes backlash. However, using objects that conduct electricity could benefit him greatly.
And with that, each student took a turn introducing themselves.
And holy crap was there a lot of them.
Sam was on the edge of her seat through every introduction. Her fascination with quirks was undeniable at this point. So getting to hear a huge variety of them from aspiring Heroes was like being at Disneyland for Sam. So much information and ideas were running through her head at this point. There was no way she was going to get any sleep tonight. She not only had her tools back, but a plethora of new concepts to work on.
Sam could hold back a giant grin.
"The only ones missing are Midoriya and Bakugou, Tsyu" Asui - the green-haired girl with the frog quirk - placed a finger against her chin.
The smile faded at their names.
"I'm actually glad they're not," Momo - Sam learned she had a sick creation quirk - sighs, "well, at least Bakugou. Midoriya would probably be a pleasant addition."
"Doesn't matter, we can still fill Windsor in," Aoyama added in.
Sam was getting tired of being called by her last name. First chance she gets she's telling them to just call her Sam.
"Well, Midoriya hasn't really told us his quirks name, but it pretty much enhances his physical abilities. Allowing him to hit harder and run faster than anyone."
"As for Bakugou," Ochaco adds to Iidas comment, "His quirk is called explosion. He sweats nitroglycerin which he can make explode on command."
'Note to self, never let him near your face again' Sam lets out a sigh.
"So," Ashido slaps both her hands on Sam's desk, "what about you, what does the great Windsor have to say."
Sam swallows and looks to the other students. Each one had expectant yet supportive looks. With a sigh, the teen makes her decision.
No time like the present.
"Well, first off, you can just call me Sam. Since it's kind of weird being called Windsor," she rubs her neck, "I'm pretty good with building things, and making gadgets that help enhance my abilities. And."
Sam shuffles her feet, heart slamming like a jackhammer. This was it. The moment of truth. This could either make or break the rest of her school life.
But she couldn't hide it forever.
"I don't have a quirk."
As if sealing her fate, the bell rang.