Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or the characters in it, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi-san. Nor do I own Boku no Hero Academia or the characters in it, they belong to Kōhei Horikoshi.

Author's Notes: This story was spawned thanks to a friend, Dylan606. And I will state right now that if you don't like certain tropes: IE Kagome is like a big sister/adoptive mother to Shippo. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you toturn around and leave now. Because I don't see the point in you wasting your time and mine. As this is the only WARNING I am giving, and that is out of politeness.

Hands shoved into his pockets, Katsuki Bakugo walked in silence to school. Red eyes narrowed, teeth grinding together and only adding to his aura of fuck-off-or-I'll-murder-you, which drew quite a few stares, if not whispers, from those around him.

There was still time until they left for the summer training camp. And the reason he was in such a foul mood would be seen every day in the classroom until then. It is only serving to further ruin any chance of it improving.

A loud rumble from above caused him to lift his gaze, just as his face was pelted with a few drops of water. Just what he needed, rain. Muttering a few choice very vulgar words Katsuki picked up his pace. So he wouldn't be entirely drenched by the time he arrived at school

Izuku sat at his desk, glancing around the room and taking stock of his classmate's moods and having watched all but Todoroki and Yaoyorozu's exams, quickly jotting notes in his book. A compendium he was compiling for his knowledge. It had already helped him.

Sighing as he finished, Izuku looked up as the 1-A classroom door was slammed open. Not too surprised to see it was Kaa-chan, making him flinch.

He already knew where most of his foul mood was from. Izuku lowered his eyes to his desktop. He was closing his notebook as well. Not bothering to look up as a shadow fell over him. Waiting patiently until it moved and Kaa-chan sat in his desk right in front of him.

Slowly letting the tension in his shoulders relax, Izuku lifted his head just as the bell for class rang. Quickly noting that their teacher had not arrived, which was strange since the man's first lesson on their first day had been about punctuality.

She stood there looking out the window. Realizing it was ironic that the sky was the same as the day she had to leave Japan seven years ago. Gray and rainy. She was sighing as she hugged herself.

"Kagome?"

Turning at the sound of her name, she looked at those gathered. Putting a smile firmly in place.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Everything is almost done. You can go to class now. Aizawa will show you the way since he will be your teacher," Principal Nezu said.

Giving a small nod of her head, Kagome looked at Aizawa, who looked like he'd rather be somewhere else. When he stood and walked from the office, she quickly followed. Letting her eyes roam and memorize the route to what would be her class for however long she was allowed to stay at U.A. High.

The walk was short, barely five minutes, as they came to a stop outside a class labeled as 1-A. Sounds of talking coming through the door. A slight slumping of Aizawa's shoulder, as his area showed her his annoyance.

"Stay, I will call you in," he muttered.

Not answering as he was already pulling the door open. Instead, Kagome crept up to the edge and listened.

"You all fail!" Aizawa said in a bland voice. His words were bringing a chorus of upset moans and gasps.

"Aizawa-sensei, why does everyone fail?" A male voice asked in polite tones.

Silence hung heavy in the air before a long-suffering sigh was heard.

"Because half of you were not seated. And the other half of you did not get them seated and ready for class," Aizawa stated. "Thus, you all fail at being prepared for class even if I'm not on time. Also, it's your duty as class president to make sure they adhere to the rules, Iida."

Unable to help it, Kagome brought her hands up in an attempt to smother the giggles that were escaping her. Only to hear another long-suffering sigh from inside the classroom, that was now extremely quiet as she felt the aura's turn curious, thanks to her little slip-up.

"That noise is my reason for being late this morning," Aizawa said" We are getting a transfer student to our class. You can get there and introduce yourself now."

Flinching, Kagome took a deep breath, smoothed out the skirt to her school uniform, and stepped around the door frame and into the classroom. Keeping her eyes on Aizawa as a collective gasp rang out. Pausing next to him, she turned slowly to face everyone, her eyes roaming over them all.

"Hello, I'm Higurashi, Kagome. I just returned to Japan, please treat me well," She said, bowing at the waist for but a few seconds, before righting herself.

The silence lasted for but a few seconds; then, the questions started coming. Kagome put a bigger smile on her face as she glanced at her homeroom teacher. She was silently asking him if it was okay to answer, or if he wanted to just start class. Receiving a barely visible tilt of his head to indicate she should answer the questions.

Looking back at the others, she let her eyes shift around the classroom, before stopping on a boy with spiky red hair. Pointing to him, only to see a surprise register on his face.

"Oh! I am Kijiro Kirishima. How old are you?"

Blinking, Kagome chuckled as she answered, "Fifteen, but I will be sixteen in July."

Quickly Kagome pointed to another student, who was only visible due to the uniform, a female uniform.

"Hi, I'm Toru Hagakure. Did you already pick your hero name, and is it related to your quirk?"

The question made Kagome pause, feeling impish, so letting her smile turn teasing as she gave her reply, "Yes and Yes."

The expectant looks were quickly replaced with either disappointment or amusement at how she answered. When they calmed down, Kagome pointed to a short boy with what looked like curly hair.

"Hi, Minoru Mineta. What're your measurements?"

Pursuing her lips as a collective groan rang out. It was amusing seeing the girls' reactions versus the boys. Kagome bit back a fit of laughter.

"Classified at the highest security level. Now try asking a more rational question Mineta-kun." was her response, deciding to give him one more chance. The poor boy was flushed and slumped a bit in his desk.

"Fine, you said you just returned to Japan. What prefecture were you from?"

Kagome let her eyes flicker to the ground for a second, as her smile faltered. It was a good question. "I was from the Shizuoka Prefecture," she said, after lifting her eyes back up to look at every one.

Their reactions were surprising, well except for two particular ones. But Kagome had expected that. This just meant that there'd be more personal questions at some point. So, figuring that the next person would be the last since she could feel her teacher's aura fluctuate, Kagome pointed to a tall girl with black hair up in a ponytail. Who just blinked once, before smiling politely.

'Hello, I am Momo Yaoyorozu. What are your Hero name and it's relation to your quirk?"

At the question, Kagome smiled brightly at Momo, pleasantly surprised. Figuring nobody would be direct about asking that particular question set. But clearly, she had thought wrong. And could see the glimmer of intelligence in the girl's eyes.

"My hero's name is Tama, as in Soul, " Kagome stated, pausing for a moment. "And I guess you could say its relation is because my quirk is the manipulation of..."

A soft, but audible mewl cut her off as she was explaining. Only to feel her hair shift from around her neck, before something soft rubbed against her cheek. She was causing the other students, especially the girls, to react with gasp and coos. All while, Kagome just lifted her hand and used a finger to scratch under a cream-colored chin.

"Oh, you decided to wake up, Kirara?" she teased her small companion before lifting them down from her shoulder to hold in her arms.

The smile on her face only got wider as Kagome, until a cough came Aizawa, instantly silencing the class quickly and efficiently.

"That's quite enough. We still have things to do," Aizawa-sensei said, pausing. Iida, since you are class president, at Lunch, you are to show Miss Higurashi around the school."

A tall, bespectacled boy stood up, stiff as a board, and bowed his head while speaking his affirmation.

"Kagome, since we do not have a desk for you or books. You'll be sharing with Iida until after Lunch. Now go sit," Aizawa commanded.

Turning and giving him a small bow, Kagome slowly made her way to the still-standing boy. She could feel an intense stare boring into her back as she reached her destination. Only to have Iida motion for her to sit. With a slight tilt of her head in gratitude, Kagome sat, Iida, kneeling by her.

"All right, time to hand out the results of your end of term exams," Aizawa said. "Also, everyone will be attending the boot camp."

Loud cheers went throughout the classroom. As well as comments about their teacher lying all the time.

TBC!