I don't own One Punch Man, nor do I own My Hero Academia. Each Franchise i owned by their respective owner..
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Izuku felt his heart racing at the prospect of finally setting his foot on the UA grounds as an official student. He never even thought it was possible!
Thanks to his Sensei, and his neverending support, he finally have the means to reach his dreams...
He was still downcast though, the fact that Jirou didn't pass...but at least that means she will no longer have the dilemma of choosing between two careers.
He sucked the air, deeply breathing in, the tall door with the word '1-A' plastered at the front.
He exhaled, as he twisted the doorknob and-
"You got a problem, four-eyes?!" Came the abrasive voice from a certain classmate.
"This behaviour is unbecoming of a future pro-hero! Put your feet down this instant!" A sturdy boy with a pair of glasses berated the other, "By acting with such rascality, you bring disgrace to the previous aspiring students that sat here!"
"The hell I am, I'm fucking putting my feet above this desk whether you like it or not!"
"Did you not hear what I said?!"
"Crystal clear, smartass, now go away before I kill you."
"Kill?! Are you sure you applied for the right school!?"
"The fuck do you think you are, berating me, actin' like you can dictate me?" Bakugou asked.
"Me? You wish to know my identity?"
"No thanks."
"I am Iida Tenya!"
"Did you not hear what I just fucking said?"
"I came from the middle school of Somei Private Academy!"
"Y- wait, hold on, did you say, Somei?" Bakugou's left brow raised in interest, "So you're an elite, huh? Explains your high-and-mighty attitude."
"I did not mean for it to sound demeaning, but you are really disrespecting what this school stands for!"
Izuku shook his head in disappoint. Just your usual Kacchan shenanigans. He shifted his attention to the sit at the corner. Maybe it would be good for him if he'd just sit ther-
"Excuse me!"
Aw crap, spoke too soon.
"Are you the boy who excelled at the entrance exam?! Let me introduce myself! I am-"
"Iida Tenya. Yeah. You were droning on, I heard you." Izuku replied, "Well, nice to meet you then."
"Wait, are you that green haired plain boy? Midoriya Izuku, was it? I heard from the staff's!"
That voice entered Izuku's ear, and he immediately knew the source. That nice girl again, whom he didn't introduced himself to. Granted, he still felt like shit for doing that, but still, he was in a hurry and was too eager to partake in the exam.
"Oh, it's you." Izuku greeted, "Was it Uraraka?"
"Yes, yes, that's the name! I'm glad you remembered. I half-expected you to mispronounce the name, since we kind of rushed off in a hurry the last time we met."
"I apologise. I just..well, I was in a hurry, not gonna lie to you."
"Nah, it's cool, it's cool! All that matters is that you passed!"
"Which brings us to this topic at hand," Iida's sharp eyes sunken itself into Izuku's, "How did you get so strong?"
Silence loomed the room over a course of a few minutes. Izuku didn't know what to reply with. He can't just go around admitting he got all this strength from muscle training. Everyone will just conclude that he's been screwed over the head.
He sighed, coming up with a lie, but before he can answer...
"If you're here to make friends, dropping out is the most viable option."
Izuku quickly shot a look to his behind, only to catch a glimpse of an eye staring back at him behind a peeking hole at near the top part of the sleeping bag.
Who-?
The man inside the sleeping bag wasted no time, as it rolled forward, passing through the heroes-in-training.
The sleeping bag unzipped itself, followed by a man emerging out of it with a dry look. He scanned the room, finding that everyone was still being talkative.
He patiently waited for them to shut up, and yes, they did shut up.
"It took you brats literally three minutes to quiet yourselves. Be mindful next time, and don't waste time." Aizawa lightly scolded, as he sat on the chair in front of the teacher's desk, "Now, for those who didn't know yet, I will be your homeroom teacher over the course of your time here as a Class 1-A student."
"What about the assistant?" Izuku immediately raised his hand and asked.
Aizawa's eyebrow perked, before closing his eyes with a slight bent lips, "Midoriya Izuku, was it?"
"Mhm."
His eyes suddenly flared in red, "Don't think for a second that you'll get treated like a golden boy. Even looking at your results, you will be treated like everyone else."
"Hah!" Bakugou barked a short laughter.
"Yes sir..." Izuku nodded, his body getting tense.
"Chill out." A new voice came from the door. Everyone tilted their head to it, before seeing a man with a thin body yet well-built physique strolling through the door, two tufts protruding out of his blond hair, and his cheap hero costume, "You're scaring the newcomer."
Aizawa let out a long-suffering sigh, "Ah yes. Class, this will be my assistant for the time being. He's worked under me ever since ten months ago, so make him feel at home. Please introduce yourself."
"Okay, so, my name's Yagi Toshinori, also known as All Might-"
"Before you can throw any incriminating insults at the man," Aizawa interjected as his eyes emitted a red glint, "Rethink your choices. I've heard enough insults thrown at him to last me a lifetime. If I hear even one bad remark about my assistant, you'll find yourself to the fastest route towards expulsion."
Woops.
It dissipated, as Aizawa's scarf and hair began to settle, clasping his hands as he gestured for Yagi to continue.
"Aizawa, it's fi-"
"Continue."
Yagi stared at the man for a moment, before returning his attention back to the kids. Oh well, guess it can't be helped.
"So, you kids probably know by now about my identity. Yes, I am a Hero for Fun. Yes, I do my duty just because I find it satisfying," The word left a bitter taste on Yagi's mouth, but he continued regardless, "But above all that, I'm...well, I'm considered as a fraud."
"But, if you waste all your time and energy projecting your inner prejudice thoughts towards others, you're leaving no room for your own growth." Yagi exclaimed, "Every single day, chances are, five out of a million people in this city will die, either by a freaky accident or a villain attack. You kids apply to this school for a grander purpose, not to earn money, not to flaunt your powers, not to brag about your quirks, and certainly not to boss someone around just because they're weak. No. You're all here to make a difference."
The students listened to the assistant's words earnestly.
"What about you, though? Are you here for said grander purpose?" Iida mustered enough courage to ask.
Yagi closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before answering, "A little too late for that."
"Wha-?"
"Anyway, that's all what I was going to say." Yagi cut him off, "Gotta keep your priorities on track. Now, Aizawa-"
He looked back, and cut himself off when he saw the homeroom teacher taking a nap on the sleeping bag again.
"Oh." Yagi hummed, returning his attention back to the students, "...so, you guys up for orientation?"
"YES!" All of them shouted in unison.
...
"That was amazing, Sensei." Izuku said, as they walked beneath the descending sun on the horizon.
"What's so amazing about that? Was just putting an act so those kids will shut their trap." Yagi shrugged.
"But your words are so inspiring..."
"Yeah. Because I took an obsolete site as reference. Nothing special about that." Yagi shook his head. When they got to the parking lot, Yagi reached for the doorknob, "Time to go home, I guess."
"Yes, Sensei."
"MIDORIYA!"
Two voice came from behind. Izuku tilted his head, only to see Uraraka and Iida running straight towards him.
"Uraraka? Iida?"
"We forgot to exchange numbers! You know, in case you want to get in touch with us?" Uraraka said, panting as she did.
"If you want, though!" Iida added.
Izuku contemplated for a second, before finally agreeing, "Okay, sure."
They exchange numbers, before finally bidding their farewell, "Look out after yourself, okay? Keep up the amazing vibes!" Uraraka flashed a thumbs up.
"Yeah, you too..Thank you." Izuku politely bowed. He opened the door to the other side of the car, when it took off from the parking lot.
"You made friends in your first day?" Yagi smiled teasingly, "Gotta admit, for a kid with your social skills, that's pretty neat."
"Ouch." Izuku faked a sorrowful expression.
"Don't worry, we're on the same boat here." Yagi chuckled, "Hell, the first friend I've ever made is..."
Izuku noticed that Yagi was trailing off, his expression suddenly changing.
"...well, a troubled kid. Got bullied on a park near my old school, so I put myself between him and his two tormentors."
Izuku knew who he was talking about.
"He looked so scared, so hopeless. Loathing himself the same way...that you do." Yagi's voice cracked for a bit, looking like as if he was holding something back from slipping out of his eyelids, "Oh well, I guess I made it too depressing, but...you get the point. Can't even manage to score a friend without getting myself hurt at first."
Izuku's hands moved to the side, his hand resting on Yagi's thigh.
"Sorry for being a bummer, kid. That whole thing back at the classroom, well, everything just started piling up on my head, the life I could've led and all that." Yagi sighed, "That shit I said about making a difference? Bullshit. I haven't made a single difference for the past three decades, just sitting around in my house, pondering about mundane stuff."
"Well, you did make a difference, despite it all." Izuku corrected.
Yagi raised his brow.
"Me."
"You?"
"Yeah. Without you, I wouldn't be here today. I probably would've jumped head first into the ground from the nearest rooftop, hoping for a quirk in my next life." Izuku replied.
"Fuckin' hell, kid." Yagi was in slight disbelief, "Well, glad I was there to stop you then. What made you think shit like that anyway?"
"It's-"
"I'm guessing it's the Kacchan kid, right?" Izuku winced at how full of venom Yagi's voice was.
"...Sensei-"
"Just be honest." Yagi cut him off.
"He...was the one who 'consulted' me to do it." Izuku emphasized on the word consulted.
Suddenly, the car stopped in the middle of the road, a murderous aura emitting out of Yagi, "He did what?"
"..nevermind."
"Tell me what he said, Izuku." Yagi demanded.
"It's nothing too serious, Sensei."
"Kid..."
They both stared at each other for a while, ending with Izuku finally conceding, "He told me to take a swan dive off a roof and hope for a quirk in my next life."
Suddenly, the handle of the steer bursted in pieces, it's fragments flying across the car in an instant.
Noticing his blunder, Yagi only mouthed an "...oops."
"Sensei?"
"I gripped the thing too tight. Sorry. This is one of the downsides of having overwhelming strength." Yagi said in an off tone, "Looks like we're going to have to go to the nearest car service center and get this fixed."
"Yes, Sensei!"
"Oh, also, do you want bubble drinks? There's plenty of those near the local car service center." Yagi asked.
"Sure!"
Yagi flashed a thumbs up.
Ah, he's so going to kill that fucking Kacchan kid.
TO BE CONTINUED!
