Untouchable
A MHA Fan Fiction Novel
This story takes place the school year before Midoriya attends UA
(Togata/Amajiki/Hado are all second years for clarification)
Notes: Having read Shota Aizawa's backstory in MHA: Vigilantes would add to the understanding of this novel. Also minor characters and scenarios alluded to from Vigilantes
Summary: Along with teaching the first year students of class A, organizing the yearly sports festival, working with local police on a cold case, and administrative work, Shota Aizawa has also agreed to aid in a quirk study with a newly hired faculty member. When he begins to get frustrated with the lack of progress in the quirk study, he starts making illogical decisions much to the surprise of fellow staff members. It's only rational for him to try and figure out why.
Prologue
"Having a hard time getting a punch in, huh Ito?" rang a loud voice above the din of the crowd. It came from a blonde youth who was grinning ear to ear in enjoyment, eyes crinkled with sheer revelry. He was standing in a circle of classmates who were excitedly watching a fight that had broken out shortly after school had ended. Two third year boys had only been fighting for about thirty seconds, but both already looked worse for the wear. One of the fighters, a brown-haired boy with a buzz cut hair and an impressive muscly physique for a youth his age, had a busted lip, a rip across the back of his uniform shirt, and a swollen left eye. He spit blood tinged saliva to his right side. A female student nearby leapt out of the way of its trajectory barely missing it. She gave a rather audible, "EEEEEWWWW." The shorter, more lean boy, with jet black hair was faring better. He had a bloody lip and two light gashes across his right cheek. They were slowly circling each other, breathing heavily. The black-haired youth's face was stony and focused. The brown-haired youth had a smirk on his face. "I don't know why you're smiling Ito, you probably should throw in the towel. It's only gonna get worse!" the blonde grinning spectator taunted again.
"Shut up, Yamada!" spat the black-haired youth. As he chided the obnoxious spectator, his eyes were focused, irises colored crimson, never leaving his opponent. Yamada ignored him and continued to taunt and jeer. Ito narrowed his eyes at the black-haired youth. Even though the air was stagnant and absent of breeze, being an atypically warm spring day, the youth's black hair looked as if it was being blown about in a whirlwind. The medium length ebony locks undulated in waves around the youth's head, as if he was laying flat upon a pool of water and the tendrils took on a life of their own. Ito started to inch closer and closer to the black-haired youth. Ito tensed and flexed his arms. "You have to blink at some point, Aizawa. Then this fight will be over. You'll spend the rest of the day in the nurse's office when I'm done with you."
Before Ito could live up to his boastful words, the fight was ended by a tall woman casually walking between the boys. She had long curly strawberry blonde hair and had a dark red leather jacket draped over one shoulder, her hands and arms bare. The crowd's energy changed drastically. Instead of jeers and taunts, there came murmurs and then exasperated declarations. "Is that Tortura?" "That's one of the top pro-heroes!" "No, she's not that tall, maybe someone is cosplaying?" "No, that's definitely her, I have her poster on my wall!" "She's one of the heroes at Golden Time Agency!" The woman shook her head and made a "tsk tsk" sound. "Unless things have changed drastically since I was a student, I'm pretty sure quirk usage isn't allowed on campus outside training under faculty approval." Aizawa's whirl-wind hair abruptly dropped and brushed the top of his shoulders, his irises no longer red, but dark brown. Ito was no longer tense and ready to leap into action.
"Would either of you boys happen to be Shota Aizawa?" Ito raised an eyebrow at Tortura and pointed at the youth across from him. "Aw, well this is fortuitous. Come with me then, Aizawa. You, too, buzzcut. You can discuss with Principal Nezu why you guys were fighting." Some of students in the crowd started to disperse onward to their after school destinations. Some of the students milled around talking excitedly about why the pro hero Tortura was on campus. They watched her walk towards the main building of the school with the two third years. A few were taking pictures with their phones. The obnoxious blonde boy followed the retreating trio but at a distance.