Shouta blinks sluggishly from within his sleeping bag, wondering not for the first time if the gods are conspiring against him.
(He's almost willing to subscribe to Hizashi's theory that Nezu is some sort of rodent-shaped god, at this point. He won't say it aloud of course - if he does, both the blond and Nemuri will both be unbearably smug, and he's not willing to subject himself to either that or the 'proof' sessions [wherein they try to prove Nezu's godhood, of course] that they'd attempt to drag him into.
Either way, Nezu will receive no offerings or prayers from him. Not when he's the source of most of Shouta's problems nowadays.)
The volume increases in the classroom, and Shouta finds himself wishing that he'd just said fuck it and drank the entire pot of coffee in the staffroom. Everyone else could deal with it; his head is already pulsing, and he's not even introduced himself yet.
"If you're here to socialize, then get out," he finally says, expression unchanging even as the students turn towards him with varying looks of disturbed horror.
He then promptly decides to fuck with them by slurping on a jelly pouch as he continues. He has to amuse himself somehow, if he wants to remain at least partially sane.
"This is the hero course," he says, inching towards the front of the room like a particularly demented caterpilar. When he reaches the podium, he slips out of his bag and rises slowly, looking over the room as the sleeping bag slumps at his feet. "It took eight seconds for you to quiet down," he says. "Time is a precious resource. You lot aren't very rational, are you?"
For that little comment, Hizashi would suggest that he's being a little harsh, and Nemuri would unabashedly call him an asshole. Both are true, but so are his words. But they did, at least, stop talking faster than many groups of students before, so he decides to be nice and withhold any further comments on the matter for now.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shouta Aizawa. Pleased to meet you." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a gym uniform, waving it lightly in the air. "Quickly, now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds."
The students all simply stare, which he decides is not his problem. If they want to gawk, then he'll just expel them later.
After raising a brow, he steps out of his sleeping bag and ambles out of the room without another word. He just hopes this group of students will be less troublesome than the last.
"What, a quirk assessment test?!"
"What about orientation? We're gonna miss it!"
Shouta sighs. "No time to waste on pointless ceremonies if you want to become heroes."
He says as much, though he knows that he'll have to go through options for counseling, school alarms, and so on if they manage to stick around until then. That, however, is a problem for later.
"Softball throwing, the standing long jump, the 50-meter dash, endurance running, grip strength, side-to-side stepping, upper-body training, seated toe touch…," Shouta lists off, "You did all these in middle school, yes? Your standard no-quirks-allowed gym assignments." He shifts his stance. "This country still insists on prohibiting quirks when calculating the averages of those records. It's not rational. The department of education is just procrastinating. Now, Bakugou," he asks, turning towards the boy, "How far could you throw in middle school?"
"Sixty-seven meters," the blond answers, then catches the ball that Shouta throws his way.
"Great. Now try it with your quirk. Do whatever you need to. Just don't leave the circle." He steps back as Bakugou stretches out his arms. "Give it all you got."
"Awesome," the blond says under his breath, a wild grin overtaking his face as he throws his body forward in an arc. " DIE! "
The ground rumbles at the resulting explosion, and Shouta squints through the smoke to view the cloudy rings the ball creates as it shoots into the sky. It's impressive, Shouta will give him that, but the temper he'd seen earlier will have to be tamed before it starts to hinder his progress.
"It's important for us to learn our limits," he says after the device in his hand beeps, holding it out for the rest of the class to see. "That's the first rational step to figuring out what kind of heroes you'll be."
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the students start shouting in excitement.
"Whoa, this is awesome!"
"705 meters - seriously?!"
"So we can use our quirks for real! Man, this hero course is great!"
Shouta sweeps his gaze across the class. "Awesome, you say?" he says in a mild tone, but still manages to capture everyone's attention. "Right. The one with the lowest score across all eight events will be judged as hopeless…," he tells them, hardening his gaze. "And they will be expelled ."
The majority of the class stares at him, petrified, but there are a few who wear looks of determination or even something akin to excitement. Good, he thinks. He wants them to be scared; those who feel fear are those who survive . And those who can face a challenge despite that… Well, they already have some of the makings of a hero, as long as that trait isn't taken too far.
"Your fates are in our hands," he says with a slight grin, feeling a ( very ) slight spark of hope for this class. "Welcome. This is the Hero Course at U.A.!"
Shouta, as usual, has read the files for each of his students. Also as usual, there are a few students who stand out from the rest.
Tenya Iida, for one, is Tensei's little brother, though that's not something he didn't know beforehand. Shouto Todoroki is also another obvious outlier, considering his parentage. There are also a few others - Ochako Uraraka, Katsuki Bakugou, Hitoshi Shinsou, and Tsuyu Asui, for example - who have notable quirks, the use of which he takes care to pay attention to during the quirk apprehension test.
And then there are the twins.
The first thing he notices about them is that, although they do resemble one another, they don't exactly look like twins . In fact, if he were to be given pictures of the two of them prior knowledge or context, he'd have likely told you that they were siblings, but Mikumo Midoriya was obviously older.
That, obviously, is not the case. It doesn't seem particularly important , but it is something interesting to note - especially knowing how stress, lack of sleep, and so on can affect a person. Shouta won't do anything just yet, of course, but he will be keeping an eye on the boys if he doesn't end up expelling them, if only to ensure that neither of them are facing any difficulties at home, with each other, or outside of school.
The second, more interesting thing to note is that their quirks are nothing like each other, and nothing like their parents' either.
While Izuku Midoriya has some sort of super strength, Mikumo has an ocular ability that, according to the files, grants him superior sight and memory, along with allowing him to create minor illusions. Normally, he might've simply said that they took after different parents, or one of their quirks was a mutation, but it seems like both of them had entirely new quirks in their bloodline.
Neither fire breathing nor minor telekinesis connect very well to either boy's ability, after all.
But his interest is just that - interest. In the long run, it only means that he'll have to train them in different ways, just as he would any other student. Besides, there's no notes on their files about the odd difference, and Chiyo made no comment on it, so unless a genuine problem arises, it'll remain as nothing more than a passing thought.
Especially because he's distracted by one of the brothers, the green-eyed Midoriya, when he tries to once again shatter his entire arm in an attempt to throw the ball.
He does surprise him, though, when he manages to throw the ball by pushing it with his finger instead of using his entire arm. He's mildly impressed by the work-around, though some of that is dampened by the fact that the boy barely has a handle on his quirk this late in his life.
The kid also manages to keep himself from breaking his finger, but it still doesn't seem to be in the best shape. His best guess would be that it's a little worse than sprained, so Shouta will have to send him to Chiyo after the tests.
Luckily, the red-eyed Midoriya steps in before he has to do anything about Bakugou, and although the blond looks annoyed, he begrudgingly backs down, though not without hurling another curse at the wincing, green-eyed boy.
Neither Midoriya causes any issue throughout the test, usually ending up with middling scores. It's not unexpected, though, since the green-eyed Midoriya seems incapable of not hurting himself when he uses his quirk, and Mikumo's quirk is more mental than anything.
That, plus his quirk having to do with sight, is the main reason he was placed in Shouta's class in the first place. Normally, siblings would be separated, but for whatever reason, Nezu was insistent on both of them being in Shouta's class, and he couldn't be bothered to fight him much on that.
In the end, the scores are as follows:
Momo Yaoyorozu
Shouto Todoroki
Katsuki Bakugou
Tenya Iida
Fumikage Tokoyami
Mezou Shouji
Mashirao Ojiro
Eijiro Kirishima
Mina Ashido
Ochako Uraraka
Kouji Kouda
Tsuyu Asui
Yuga Aoyama
Hanta Sero
Denki Kaminari
Mikumo Midoriya
Kyouka Jirou
Izuku Midoriya
Tooru Hagakure
Hitoshi Shinsou
Several students, especially those near the bottom, let out heavy sighs of relief. Hitoshi Shinsou, on the other hand…
Shouta eyes the boy, who looks more resigned than anything. He stands alone, hands clenched to his sides, but doesn't say a word.
He looks away, flicking off the projection.
"By the way, I was lying about expelling someone," he drawls, and watches as Shinsou's brows furrow before his eyes open wide.
Shouta lets out a quiet huff. He knows the exams are rigged against kids with less physical quirks, having gone through the same situation himself. If the kid can somehow manage to pass anyway, he's not about to rip that chance away from him.
Besides, this class doesn't seem too bad - at least not yet. Not that he'll tell anyone that. He can already hear Hizashi and Nemuri's teasing now.
He suppresses a sour expression, feeling a headache coming on. He decides, then, that he's reached his quotas - for social interaction, teaching, etc. - for the day and moves towards the green-eyed Midoriya, who startles when he appears next to him.
"Here," he says, handing him a pass, "Tomorrow's trials aren't gonna be any easier. Have Recovery Girl fix you up."
The boy blinks at him with wide, green eyes, and Shouta glances at his amused-looking brother, who then offers a quiet thank you that he responds to with a grunt. As soon as the slip is taken from his hands, he turns around, practically hearing his sleeping bag calling out his name.
A/N:
for those of you wondering about those in/not in the class:
1.) Shinsou is there for a reason, not just because I've decided to chuck him in. I'll do a POV in another fic in the series about it later on.
2.) Satou and Mineta are the ones missing from the class. I had Mineta take Kojiro Bondo's spot in 1B, since their quirks are similar and although I don't really like him, I figure that Mineta would've got more points than Bondo.
3.) Satou and Bondo won't be totally removed from this fic, though it'll be a while before they're seen.
also... sorry for the awkward ending, i really didn't know what else to do there tbh
anyway,
Thanks for reading!
