Robyn was having a strange day.

Seated in the first row towards the window, she flicked a strand of her black hair from the front of her cerulean eyes. The Chinese girl hummed a tune to herself as she pulled out a ruby hair band in the shape of a robin. She dug it into her hair and pulled back the bangs that obscured her vision.

Moving into her new dorm room was a hassle. With no roommate, she thought it would be a sinch. Sadly, the moving people had down the wrong address for her school and sent her items to some other school in Canada for Gifted Youngsters or something like that. The old man answering over the phone apologized and promised her packages as well as taking a look at her resume when she graduated.

Robyn didn't mind. Sure, she slept on the floor, but she was happy that she could get familiar with her surroundings. no trap doors someone could sneak into from below!

She was the kind of person that could not stand being in one place for a long time. she drummed her fingers on the mahogany desks that glimmered under the white lights of the classroom ceiling. Based on her schedule, she would be pretty busy with the basics like most people. However, she looked the most forward to medicine and health courses that would be in the afternoon. She heard a very well-trained and famous doctor was going to be teaching. Her dreams were only a few classes away, and she twiddled her fingers in anticipation.

The bell had just rang, yet no teacher was in sight. She was prepared to jump up and announce she was the teacher, but imagined few would be moved by the prank.

As she turned behind her, she squinted her eyes. partly because of the sun rising, but also due to the odd tint of the boy's skin behind her. It was lime green. Otherwise, he was a unassuming, slightly scrawny kid whose uniform hung loose over his shoulders. The light from the sun outside jumped across his smooth face, a twinkle flashing in his cotton candy pink eyes. His hair, gelled down in and drizzled with light Moroccan oil, was black with the faintest hint of dark chocolate.

A textbook was laying in his lap. His eyes scanned the pages as he scooped up the words off the thick pages.

"You ate a lot of broccoli growing up?" Robyn asked with a small grin.

The boy kept looking at the book.

"Uh...did you hear me?"

"Not really," The boy said in a deadpan tone.

Robyn snorted from her thin nose. "Let me guess. You can shoot lime soda out of you fingers?"

The boy sighed. He slammed his book shut and shoved it into his open black bag on the marble floor. As he did so, his eyes rose up towards the girl. Her bag hung on the back of her chair, he noticed a hilt with a slight twinkle of steel blinking inside.

"Is that a sword in your bag?"

Robyn peered down at her bag and waved at the object in it, as if she were a parent greeting a child from daycare. "Oh, that's Horizon. She's nothing special. Just a single-edged three-footer."

The boy stared with a blank, almost unamused affect at Robyn. "You named your sword?"

"Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Doesn't your sword have a name?" Robyn chortled with a wink.

The boy grimaced at her teasing and looked down into his lap. He went silent, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to hear a soft song from the other side of the building. Robyn looked around the room and wondered if this was his quirk working.

"Shut up," he said suddenly.

Robyn leaned back at the sudden outburst. "Did I say something?"

The boy looked back up with a slight sense of confusion. He slumped in his chair and cleared his throat. "I wasn't talking to you."

Robyn blinked while the boy wandered his gaze around the room like a drunk fly was zipping in the air. The girl stroked a strand of her hair before she tapped the back of her chair.

"I got it," she said. "You're talking to your quirk."

The boy stared right at her, his eyes widening as he tilted his head upward. "How did you know?"

"It's either that, or you're crazy. Fifty-fifty chance at this point," Robyn said. "What does it do?"

"Right now he just annoys me, but I guess I don't need a quirk to be annoyed," he said as he bit one of his short fingernails.

Robyn tilted her head in curiosity. She knew she wanted to make a wide number of friends at this new school. Gaining allies was extremely important for her and her quirk, and she already knew that this boy had some tricks up his sleeve. Not only that, but any partnerships or contests that happened during the school year required cooperation.

"I'm Robyn," she said as she extended a hand. "And you're stuck here until the seats are re-assigned. So..." She trailed off with a grin.

The boy wiped his brow with the slightest of eye rolls. "Anton Nosoi. I have a pathogen inside me that destroys any biological material it comes in contact with."

Robyn paused and dropped her hand.

A pathogen?

"Huh?"

Anton rolled his eyes. "A pathogen. Like a virus. It attacks who I tell it to."

"That...is actually kind of cool," Robyn said as she leaned forward. "So are you permanently sick? That would explain the skin. Although you look fine to me. Is your immune system destroyed? Or," Robyn gasped. "The pathogen is your immune system! So you never get sick."

"Nope."

"Gee," Robyn said. "Bet a lot of people would love that quirk right now," she said as she turned to look at you, the person reading this. She winked at you.

Anton considered the odd girl. He had doubt that her sword was all that her quirk was about. She seemed like a sporty and fun enough girl, and whatever she did was wroth being in the class. That being said, he was already slightly bored, so he decided to end the charade and snag the textbook back from his bag. He slammed it on the desk, causing Robyn to jump again in her seat and let out a nervous laugh. He flung it open and began reading.

Robyn tilted her head to read along. She could not say he was the most fun person to be around, but there was an assuredness to his attitude that she found endearing, like a very stubborn puppy or bunny rabbit. He was cute in a quiet, nonchalant way. What was a strong support hero without a strong offensive hero anyway?

"Oh, that's the Intro To Quirk Medicine, right?" Robyn chirped. "Did we get assigned something over the summer? Hey, did you get people sick by just touching them?"

"They don't get sick," Anton said.

"Do you pretend to be sick to get out of school? That would be a fun prank, right?"

"That would be biological terrorism," Anton said, looking up from his hunched position.

"Or a great training session for your quirk," Robyn said.

A creak slithered through the room as the front door opened. Robyn whipped back to face forward and gasped at the sight.

From the doorway stood the Number One Pro-Hero from Japan, Deku.

He strolled in, his freckled-cheeked hero had a nervous grin on his face as he strolled towards his sleek mahogany desk in the corner of the room closest to the bay windows. Holding a manila folder thicker than frozen oatmeal, he flung the folder onto the desk. It cascaded across the wood and fell into the crack between the desk and the wall. Paying no attention to the mishap, Deku clasped his hands together and stood directly in front of the class for the first time.

The other students in the room looked between him and the majestic grandfather clock that swung a long golden pendulum behind the desk. Five minutes past class time.

"Sorry about being late, everybody," he said with a slight stammer. "But if you're gonna be late, might as well be the first day?"

In the back of the room, Megan Shaw examined the hero with her head resting on one supporting arm. Deku did not look at all like the hero she was promised. Sure, he appeared capable, but he seemed nothing like the all powerful hero that took down villain after villain. Then again, she did not do much research into Japanese heroes.

She picked up a stalk of broccoli from her bag and chomped on the top the vegetable. Deku continued.

"Look, I want you all to know that you're all way ahead of me right now," Deku said. "My quirk didn't awaken for a long time, and I don't think I would have had it if it weren't for the hope I had. The work I put into it. Basically, if someone like me can be a hero, you can also. So let's do our best and learn from each other, okay?"

Daggers stabbed into Izuku from the rainbow of eyes that plunged into his soul. His legs were spaghetti as he locked his muscles up to avoid shaking. How dumb was he to get nervous in front of a bunch of teenagers? He should slap himself right now for that poor excuse of a speech.

In the row of chairs closest to him, a hand popped up.

Izuku blinked as he looked at the boy. "Uh...yes," He pointed at the boy.

Standing up was a well-built boy with mussed up dynamite red hair. A friendly smile plastered on his slim face, his tie was perfectly knotted and not a wrinkle betrayed his pants or blazer. His yellows eyes scanned the room as he turned around and examined the rest of his class.

"Greetings, fellow heroes," he said in a boastful tone. "I am Lloyd Thomas, and I hope that we have the best of years this year. My goals are that we grow and learn to bond as a strong unit that can take down any of the villains in the worst crevices of the planet. I also hail from the Great White North. Also known as...Canada."

Megan rolled her eyes. "Oh, brother." She took another loud chomp of her broccoli.

Lloyd looked over at her, and the smile from his face evaporated like early morning mist. "Excuse you, are you eating broccoli in the middle of class? I thought the rules said no eating."

Megan shrugged. "Need it for my quirk," she said with a full mouth.

"What quirk requires eating broccoli?" Lloyd said with an incredulous frown.

"Apparently that guy in the corner," From the other side of the room in the second row, Abel Chevelle gestured over to the window nearest the green-skinned kid named Anton.

A few chuckles splattered out through the room. Anton shrunk a little in his chair as a couple of people chuckled. He furrowed his brow as he examined the ridges on his desk. He tapped the tips of his fingers to each other and bit his lip.

"Don't worry," he whispered to the pathogen inside him. "We'll show ourselves soon."

Robyn felt a little bad; the first day, and these people were already getting at each other's throats. Weren't they supposed to be mature future heroes? She looked over at the source of the joke and hummed to herself. Might as well fight fire with fire.

"Odd. I didn't know wearing headphones were allowed in the classroom, either."

Lloyd snapped his gaze over to Abel seated directly behind him. "Yes, you shouldn't be wearing those. And...are you playing music?"

Abel lowered his headphones and pulled one of his earmuffs over towards Lloyd. "Wanna listen? It's 'A Whole Lotta Love.'"

"The Zeppelin version, or Muddy Waters?" Megan said from her corner in the back.

Abel looked back and raised an eyebrow. "Waters, but I'll listen to Zeppelin next just for you."

Megan nodded. "Great. I'm still gay, though."

"We are going to disgrace and embarrass our entire school at this rate," Lloyd said as he waved his arms like a crossing guard directing small children. "This lady needs to stop eating broccoli and this person needs to stop listening to music! And as for you," Lloyd pointed at Izuku.

"Me?" Izuku squeaked.

"You need to be on time tomorrow," Lloyd chastised. "If our teachers are late, then there is less time to study. We make ourselves less smart and, before we know it, we are the laughingstock of the world. The last thing we need is to be shown as an easy target. This school is going to run on intellect and ingenuity, so if we cannot show up on time for various functions, let alone class, than who will trust us when their baby is in a burning building or they're getting mugged in an alleyway? I pledge to do my best to make this new school the most reputable on the planet. And I hope you all do the same," Lloyd said as he gestured to the class.

As he lifted his arms up, the door was kicked open. Spinning on it's hinge, all the students saw were two bodies thrown into the classroom. They plummeted right at Izuku's feet, tumbling forward like two birds entangled in a knot of electricity wires.

"See you in detention, losers," Bakugou shouted. He locked eyes with Izuku and grunted.

"As for you," He glared at Izuku.

"Me?" Izuku squeaked like a mouse again.

"I'll see you at lunch," he yelled as he slammed the door shut.

Izuku looked down at Katsu and Moxie. The pair clambered back up to their feet like two bolts of lightening. were both grunting and scrambled over to the back of the class. The only remaining seats were the ones in front of Megan by the window. They both flung themselves into the chairs and lassoed air into their lungs. The rest of the class went silent at the intrusion, all eyes on the new pair.

"Morning, y'all," Moxie said with a half-hearted wave. "Hope you weren't waiting for us slowpokes too long."

"Hope we have a great year," Katsu heaved out of his mouth.

Izuku, meanwhile, could not believe that his class was already getting up in arms with each other. Not only that, but Kacchan was already mad at one of his students for no discernible reason.

He felt a tightening at his chest. He was a wind-up toy that was getting it's string pulled further and further apart. In fact, the air in the room was getting harder to breath.

The tiles on the floors were swimming before him like rows of foaming water churning down a river rapid. His face was a stove as it grew as red as that boy Lloyd's hair. His tongue felt like a desert, and the rest of his limbs disintegrated into strings of yarn.

This was worst than the first day at school. Here, he was the center of attention. He makes one mistake, and everyone would notice. Not only that, but he was supposed to be teaching these kids. Andy mistakes he taught them could kill them in the future!

The truth walloped Izuku like a Detroit Smash to the stomach. Izuku hitched one last breath before he felt the floor buck him forward.

Izuku wondered why the floor was getting closer to his, but then he realized it was due to the fact that he was falling onto the ground.

His face smashed into the tile. A harsh thud exploded in the room as the tile caved in from the pressure of the impact.

The entire class froze and plunged itself into a dearth of silence. The students seemed much less upset and more curious at their homeroom teacher passing out. He betrayed not a twitch as the class rose from their chairs and leaned forward to get a better glimpse.

"Someone get an ambulance," Lloyd shouted. "We need a medic right away!"

The Canadian male rushed over to the door and cracked it open. He disappeared into the hallway, screams of "Medic" descending into nothingness as he ran like a chicken without a head through the hallway.

Everyone else stood where they were.

Nothing. No reaction. Just silence.

Austin Bordette, the tall, dirty blonde midwestern kid with thick glasses, stood next to Abel and cleared his throat.

"So, do we get the rest of the day off?" Austin said in a completely serious tone.

More people everybody!

Robyn Guang- WhichOneIsWill

Anton Nosoi- Man Of Pewter

Hope you found those characters fun! I imagined Anton to look like the cancer cell from cells at work just with different color skin. whatever works i guess!

Of course, we still have plenty of slots to fill in for the rest of the class. Keep submitting!

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