Izumi was the first student in classroom 1-A. Aizawa was in his sleeping bag - not to get some extra minutes of sleep, for once. Rather, he was preparing to shock the students into their first lesson. Izumi chose a nice seat near the far corner of the classroom - if she was lucky, she wouldn't get too much attention.
That hope was, of course, dashed nearly immediately. The next person in the classroom was a boy with peppermint-colored hair, and undeniably frosty eyes. He didn't make contact with Izumi, and the green-haired girl got the feeling that the intention was because he felt it beneath him. The next one was a boy with ash-blond, spiky hair. He also seemed unapproachable, but as he passed, making his way towards the back of the classroom, he stopped and glared at Izumi with furrowed brows for a few moments, although he eventually kept moving without a word.
A headache started to pound at Izumi's head, only lightly though. 'The hell was his problem?' She wondered. More people started to filter in in the next few minutes, until, finally, as the time started to reach towards the late, people she knew finally poured in. "Yo, Mido!" Kirishima waved, his red hair flailing as he did. Izumi's head sprung up at the noise, blinking the sleep she had been falling back into out of her eyes.
"Hey, Kirishima," she waved with a smile. "I'm glad you got in. I told you the written test wouldn't destroy your chances!"
Kirishima chuckled. "Yep! It's so manly!" He exclaimed, his loud noise drawing some glares from the hostile faces in the corner behind Izumi, making the boy freeze and sweatdrop and the animosity already being displayed. "Geez, tough crowd..." he muttered.
Apparently, it didn't matter to Mina behind him. "Hullllllllllllo, cutie," she drawled, literally sliding through the classroom, sending the greenette finger guns and a wink before flailing to stop herself before she ran into the wall. Izumi chuckled slightly at that.
"Hello, Ashido-san."
Mina waved her off. "Don't need to use san, and you can call me Mina if you'd like, Midoriya." A rustle behind Izumi made her jump, but she didn't turn around. "Sama is fine, though," the pink-skinned girl joked. The two duo sat around Izumi, and chatting was quickly underway, although the other two did most of the talking.
"I still can't believe you got first in the practical, Mido," Kirishima remarked casually. "The way you talked about your Quirk made me think that you didn't really like it, but you must be really good with it."
Izumi flushed at the praise. Mina picked it up, though, sensing the other girl's shyness and preying on it. "Yeah, that's crazy! You got a whole 25 more points above the next guy, dint'cha?"
If it was possible, the smaller girl grew even more red, probably resembling a tomato. "It wasn't that crazy..." She tried to mutter. "I just got lucky with how my Quirk works, you know?" Two more people entered the room at that moment, a girl with brown hair and a tall boy with electric-blond hair. The boy seemed to be talking the girl's ear off, who seemed mostly resigned to it, but her face lit up.
"Hey! You're the girl who saved me!" Izumi groaned internally. 'The timing...' She gave a halfhearted wave, but the girl dashed towards her, making the blond's face fall as his womanizing attempts were effectively dashed. "That was so cool! Especially the way you destroyed the zero-pointer like that!"
A noticeable lack of movement from the classroom followed for a few moments. Then... "Holy shit, you destroyed the zero-pointer?" Kirishima breathed out in awe. "That thing was massive... you're so manly, Mido!"
"Woah..." Mina blinked at Izumi, as if seeing her in a new light. "'Lucky with how my Quirk works' my ass," she laughed.
Izumi flushed and tried to sink her head down on her desk, but the newest girl was having none of it. "My name's Ochaco Uraraka! It's nice to meet you!" It seemed her personality meant that she never ran out of bubbliness.
The green-haired girl picked at her shirt that she had worn under her uniform, but shook the offered hand. "Izumi Midoriya," she greeted. 'I wish Dad would just start class already...'
"The hell?" A rough voice came from behind her. "Deku?" The group turned around to stare at the boy with ash blond hair.
Izumi frowned, a voice coming to the forefront of her thoughts... 'Deku, deku, deku... useless.' She stared at the boy. Now that she thought about it, the voice in her head saying those words kinda sounded like him. "That's not a very nice thing to call someone," she replied.
"Yeah, what the hell, man?" Kirishima's loud voice called from behind her.
"Shut up, extra," the boy dismissed. "Yeah, no doubt about it. Same shitty name, same shitty hair... Where the hell have you been? You, Auntie Inko, and Uncle Hisashi-"
Izumi's eyes hardened. "I don't know who you are, or how you know me, and I really don't care. But if you bring up my parents again, you'll find out just how painful having your veins pulled out of your skin can be."
"H-hey, Midoriya, was it...?" The boy who came in with Ochaco asked. "I'm Denki Kaminari..." He picked at the hem of the Yuuei tracksuit that he'd been given as they walked out to the field. "You can... You can't really pull people's veins out of their skin, right?"
'I mean, I've never tried...' Izumi thought about scaring the daylights out of the boy, but eventually decided it wasn't worth it. "Naw. My Quirk doesn't work like that." Almost instantly, the boy relaxed, leaving out a heaving sigh.
"Thank goodness..." he muttered. "So, what are you interested in?" He went straight into flirting.
"Acrobatics, parkour, sparring, Quirks..." Izumi listed off, ticking away on her fingers.
The boy nodded good-naturedly. "Parkour and sparring, you? You're so small, I almost have trouble believing it," he chuckled. Izumi rolled her eyes. At 4'10", she wasn't exactly tall, but she made up for it with skill and experience.
"Yup, yup. We should arm wrestle sometime," Izumi offered.
Kaminari chuckled. "I don't know, I wouldn't want to beat you too-"
"-Five bucks on it," The girl interjected.
"You're on!" The boy grinned. "That means extra boba after school!"
They made it out onto the field and dispersed around Shouta. "Took you guys long enough. Today, we're going to be doing your Quirk Apprehension Tests. We're going to be figuring out what you excel in and what you're weak in. The main facet of Hero Schools that makes them different from normal High Schools is that we're going to be extensively training your Quirks." Eraserhead squinted at a sheet of paper. "Katsuki Bakugo..." He muttered, looking up. "Come here."
The boy with ash blond hair who somehow knew Izumi walked up, growling. Aizawa stared at him, finally making a 'humph' sound. "You got the most villain points on the Practical Exam, at 77." Whispers broke out. "You guys have been doing these same tests in primary and secondary school, right? Bakugo, in junior high, what was your best result for the softball throw?"
Bakugo answered flatly. "67 meters." It was a pretty good score. Not the greatest it could be, but not bad.
"Then, try doing it with your Quirk." A smirk spread over the boy's face. Whispers broke out among the students. "You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in the circle," Aizawa instructed, pointing at the pitch behind him. "Hurry up."
Bakugo stalked over, winding up his arm. After a few seconds, he breathed in deeply. For a second, the look on his face could be described as "calm". Then... "DIE!" The teen screamed, chucking the ball across the pitch.
"Know your own maximum first." Aizawa said, holding up a phone, displaying Bakugo's score. "That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero."
"705.2 m-meters?" The class gasped out, shocked. Izumi sweatdropped. 'Die? What a weird thing to shout.'
"This looks fun," Mina squealed. Instantly, Izumi saw the frown appear on her dad's face and wanted to facepalm. 'Oh, great. Now he's going to go hard on them.'
"Fun?" Aizawa growled. "You are here at Yuuei to become heroes. We have three years to do our best to cram all of our knowledge into bite-sized pieces and force them down your throat." The class gulped. "You do not have time for fun. If you're here to have 'fun', or to get girls, or just because it's what you're 'expected' to do... Leave." His eyes bore into the class, as if daring them to take a single step. Nobody did, although there was a small boy whose knees were quivering. "... Good. Whoever comes last in these tests..." His eyes glinted dangerously. "... will be judged to have no potential, and will be expelled."
"Expelled?" Ochaco gasped. "That's not fair!"
Aizawa leveled his glare onto the girl, making her freeze. "The world isn't fair. Natural disasters, villains, criminals... they don't care about fair. They're not going to give up just because you ask them nicely. I'd rather crush a child's dreams here than let them become a hero, go out into the field, only to not match up to expectations and get themselves and those around them killed."
A rather vindictive stroke brushed Izumi. "I heard that he expelled his entire class last year..." She muttered, intentionally loud enough for the others to hear. A bit of panic set in, but it also reinforced resolution.
Aizawa smiled, lifting the hair out of his face. It was an abnormal sight, even for Izumi. "Welcome to Yuuei's hero course!"
"1 - Momo Yaoyorozu
2 - Shoto Todoroki
3 - Katsuki Bakugo
4 - Tenya Iida
5 - Fumikage Tokoyami
6 - Izumi Midoriya
7 - Mezo Shoji
8 - Mashirao Ojiro
9 - Eijiro Kirishima
10 - Mina Ashido
11 - Ochaco Uraraka
12 - Koji Koda
13 - Rikido Sato
14 - Tsuyu Asui
15 - Yuga Aoyama
16 - Hanta Sero
17 - Denki Kaminari
18 - Kyoka Jiro
19 - Toru Hagakure
20 - Minoru Mineta" The leaderboards listed. Based on the small boy's shaking posture and tears, Izumi figured that he must be Minoru Mineta.
"Mineta, pack your bags." Aizawa said, staring into the boy's soul.
Even though the gaze wasn't directed at them, the rest of the class shivered. "Okay, that's all. Bye." Aizawa dismissed, slowly stalking away and letting the rest of the class awkwardly console Minoru. Izumi bit her lip, resisting the urge to tell the boy that he would be reinstated in a few days max. He needed to learn a lesson, right?
"Eraserhead," a large man greeted in the shadow of the Yuuei school building.
The Underground Hero stopped, slowly sliding his eyes over to his left to stare at the man. "All Might." The response was curt, and not at all warm.
"Can we talk for a few minutes?"
Aizawa sighed. "Do I have a choice?" The look on the Number One Hero's face told him that no, he did not.
"You're the guardian of Izumi Midoriya, yes?"
Aizawa's eyes twitched. "I am one of her adoptive fathers, yes." All Might nodded.
"May I ascertain as to the circumstances of the adoption?"
"I applied for emergency guardianship, and after a few weeks, we all agreed that Hizashi and I should adopt her."
"Mhm..." All Might leaned in, his hulking frame dominating the room. "Emergency guardianship? That's usually reserved for dangerous living conditions."
Aizawa glared at the man. "Evil rat knows, and I assume he told you. She was living alone on the streets. She was a vigilante. I decided that it would go against my moral code to let her waste away like that, so I took her in."
"Was?" Toshinori pressed.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. "She's done. Probably." He corrected. A thought occurred to him. "Why do you care?" Another thought. "Wait, you don't mean to say-"
"Yes," the blond nodded. "I am considering your daughter to be my successor. She has the makings of a true hero. You taught her well."
Shouta chuckled mirthlessly. "I didn't teach her that, she came that way. I'm just showing her how to do it legally."
All Might nodded. "I actually went and met her a few weeks ago." Seeing Aizawa's glare strengthen, he continued, although a bit of sweat perspired on his forehead from nervousness. "I asked her a few questions, and got some interesting answers and left on a... difficult note. So, I'd like to continue it with you - why does your daughter dislike me?"
Aizawa kept the glare up. 'Izumi didn't mention meeting All Might...' He thought. 'She didn't mention meeting anyone. Even if he was in his powered-down state, she still would've, relatively speaking, known who he was. Darn Problem Child...' He thought. But, All Might was still waiting for an answer. "... She thinks that you killed her mother." Aizawa finally ground out. He didn't like telling All Might this, but he also wasn't exactly in a position to decline.
The man blinked, reverting to his powered-down state out of surprise. "Young Midoriya believes I killed her mother?"
"Yeah." Came the curt response.
"I... I don't believe that's true. I remember every civilian that I've ever accidentally hurt, and the three that I have accidentally killed in the crossfire while working as a hero." 'Three?' Aizawa thought, whistling mentally. 'That's the lowest I've ever heard of from a Top 100 hero. And he's been active for decades... He also didn't even think for a moment about intentional kills, as expected.' "In all of those cases, I have kept up with the ones who have survived them, and I don't believe I have ever met Young Midoriya before."
Aizawa shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know the circumstances. But..." He stared into Yagi's eyes. "She hates you. And she knows you're going to be teaching her, and she hates that, too. If you want to have a productive teaching relationship with her, you should try and figure out what happened. And if you want to make her your successor... You better make it up to her." With that, he stood up. "Thanks for the tea," he growled, making his way out of the office, slamming the door as he did, said cup of tea remaining steaming, untouched, on the table as the Number One Hero was left alone with his thoughts for the second time in as many months.