AN: Characters might not be the same age as in canon, and that's okay.

"I have got to find a better way to get around," Izuku muttered as he slipped down onto the ground. It was risky traveling around via the roofs and the sides of buildings, but it was so much faster. He had been late, missed his train, and just all around had a terrible start to his morning, so he had to rush to school using his quirk to avoid the heavy traffic areas by running along buildings and climbing through the alleyways.

He really shouldn't have stopped that purse snatcher.

Wait, no, he should have.

Guh.

As he stuffed his mask back into his bag, he sighed, letting out a large puff of condensation into the cool spring air. Being late to his first day of highschool was an absolutely terrible idea, mostly because his mother would get a call and then he'd have to explain why he was late, which meant lying, and he did enough of that as it is what with having a secret identity. Still needed to figure out a name though.

A name that wasn't Gecko-boy.

That just sounded childish.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, you freak?"

Izuku nearly jumped out of his skin as he heard that line. Did someone see him climbing a wall or something? He glanced around the alleyway that he had landed in; his new highschool was just around the corne,r and this was a dead end, so no one would really travel this way. But, that might mean that some less than savory students frequented the area. Instead, he saw an all too familiar sight.

A group of highschool boys were surrounding another student, pressing them against the wall while they bullied them for no reason.

"Did you really think you could fool us into thinking your ears were just a fucking ribbon?" One of the boys tugged on a giant fluffy rabbit ear.

To her credit, the short statured girl just put up with it, glaring at the entire world while she was being picked on. Though there were tears welling in her eyes.

And people wondered why there were so many quirked crimes.

"Like we wouldn't notice your giant fucking feet."

"Hey, do you think she has a tail?"

"Yeah, I bet she does, a big fucking puffy one."

And Izuku had heard enough.

"Hey!" He stomped over to the group, keeping his head held high as he fought back against those instincts he had formed in his early school life as the resident nerd. But that would be normal, right? No normal highschool student would walk up to a group of his seniors (especially ones that were so tall) and demand that they stop. But here he was. "Leave her alone!"

"Ehhh?" The entire group turned and glared at him like they shared a brain cell. In true punk fashion, not a single one of them were wearing their tie correctly. Not that he had room to talk—absentee fathers made tie tying a bit difficult—but at least his shirt was tucked in.

Wait.

No it wasn't.

Crud! Did he look like a punk right now?

"What the hell you talking about, First Year?"

"Yeah, don't you know you should show respect to your upperclassmen?"

"Why don't we rough him up a bit? Y'know, to teach him a lesson?"

"It'd be such a shame if he got in a fight his first day here."

Crap.

He should have kept the mask on.

Izuku held up his fists and glared forward. Truthfully, he hadn't the slightest idea of how to throw a punch, which was problematic because he could break unquirked bones really easily. He still felt bad for breaking that one punk's bones a couple of days ago. Still, he wasn't going to back down.

"Oh he wants to go! Hahaha!"

"I bet he thinks he a hero or some shit."

"Nah, he probably just thinks she's cute."

The upperclassmen walked in close, close enough that they could easily punch Izuku. The rabbit-eared girl was still standing there, gripping her bag with all her strength, but this time her eyes were locked onto him. She had red pupils, which were kind of intense.

"The only thing that's grosser than quirks are the perverts that want to fuck them."

"Y'know, I don't think our school needs anymore perverts like that."

"Yeah, how else are we supposed to get rid of these quirks?"

It's not like they asked for them.

Besides.

If Izuku was honest…

He really loved his quirk. There was something about using it, about climbing walls, being in the middle of a fight and feeling his neck tingle, that made him feel so alive.

He felt those tingles again as one of the boys drew his fist back.

A sucker punch to the side of the face was easy to avoid by stepping back.

"You missed," Izuku rolled his shoulders and smiled, still keeping his guard up. "Maybe that's your quirk? Shitty punches."

The upperclassmen went red in the face, and the bunny-eared girl smirked for just a second.

Why was she still here?

She could have run.

"Why you—!" They all lunged.

"Sakamoto!" An authoritative voice echoed throughout the alleyway and made all the boys freeze in their tracks. Beyond the upperclassmen, Izuku saw who had shouted: a pair of girls and a tall muscular man wearing their school uniform stood at the end of the alleyway. Neither one of the girls were terribly tall, probably close to his height if he had to guess, but they stood with absolute confidence.

The girl that had shouted had long green hair that went down to her hips and big round eyes. Around her arm was a disciplinary committee armband, and on her hip she had several cat keychains.

The other girl looked absolutely pissed off at the world, her long red—nearly blood-red—hair and bright blue eyes would stand out in any crowd. She stood with one shoulder slouched back, her winter jacket unbuttoned and her shirt completely untucked, and her tie was so loosely wrapped around her neck that it looked like it would fall at the slightest breeze. In short, she looked like a bigger delinquent than the upperclassmen did.

The tall blond man looked like he lived at the gym, and was smiling broadly with some dark blue eyes. Everything about him just kind of shouted 'Exemplary student'.

Izuku felt that tingle once again as he looked at these three.

It wasn't to warn him of an attack, or danger, but rather, it was a different sensation.

These three had quirks.

Out of the entire population, one out of ten would, but, since half of all quirked people were under the age of twenty, the odds of a student being quirked was one in four.

"Ahh crap," the upperclassmen muttered. "What the hell is the disciplinary committee doing here?"

"That doesn't matter!" The green-haired girl walked forward with a sharp glare in her eyes, the other two following after her. "What do you think you four are doing? Picking on a freshmen?"

"Pfft, as if that freak should even be at our school."

The bunny-eared girl scoffed.

"That's enough out of you!" The green-haired girl stomped her foot. "Now get to class, before you're late."

The red-haired girl popped her knuckles and strolled forward, rolling her shoulders as she got into a fighting stance. "Or if you want, I can kick your ass again."

"Pfft, whatever." The upperclassmen walked past the disciplinary committee with their hands in their pockets and didn't even look back as they headed to class.

The green-haired girl looked at the bunny-eared girl and then towards Izuku, a smile on her face as she did so. "I'm so glad you two are alright, sorry that they had to make your first day so unpleasant."

"I'm used to it." The bunny-eared girl muttered as she played with a red ribbon she had in her hands. Even without her ears, she would stand out. There weren't many people that had white hair, red eyes, and tan skin. Plus, she just looked like she was ready to glare at the entire world.

"I'm so sorry." The green-haired girl gave a sincere pout and placed her hand on the other girls shoulder. "I'm Tomoko Shiretoko, head of the disciplinary committee, and these are my fellow members!"

"Mirio Togata!" The large man shouted and flexed. "I'm a second year, it's nice to meet you!"

"Chiyo Shuzenji, if you forget it I'll kick your ass!" The redhead shouted, holding her fist up. "And I'm a third year with Tomoko."

Izuku nodded and then glanced towards the bunny-eared girl who shrugged at him. "I'm Izuku Midoriya, first year. It's nice to meet you all."

All eyes fell on the bunny-eared girl who growled at the attention. "I'm Rumi Usagiyama!"

She stomped her foot and glared at Izuku. "And I didn't need you to save me!"

With that, she finally turned and ran with more than a little spring to her step.

"Sheeeeesh." Chiyo scratched the back of her head, a light scowl on her face. "Talk about a tsundere."

"You're one to talk." Mirio's reply might as well have brought down the wrath of god for how intense Chiyo was glaring at him. To his credit, Mirio looked like he wasn't even aware of the glare.

"Hey, hey," Tomoko bounced up to Izuku. Her height was close enough to him,that she had to bend down in order to look up at him, her long emerald hair falling past her shoulders as she smiled up at him with big yellow eyes. She was for sure the cute type. "Thanks for stopping those jerks, but, what were you doing back here?"

"Uhh, I was, uhh, nervous, so I, uhh, came back here to uhh, puke."

"Hmm?" Tomoko hummed, her eyes fixated on him like she was looking at more than just him. What was her quirk? He could feel that tingle appearing again as his senpai locked eyes on him. She hopped back, standing straight with both hands behind her back. "Well, if you say so Izuku. Still, just remember." She spun and took a few steps away from him. "I've got my eye on you."

Well, that was ominous.

For someone that seemed so nice, she sure could be menacing.

Maybe that was why she was in the disciplinary committee?

XXXX

Izuku groaned and placed his hand down to his knees. His first day of highschool was barely half over, and he was already beginning to feel claustrophobic. Despite Korisanti High being one of the best schools in Mustafu, the classroom was packed, with a few students even being forced to stand to work on the lectures, and students were expected to share resources like text books.

Apparently, a nearby highschool had been forced to close, so its students were scattered around the district.

That really didn't explain why most of the textbooks looked like they were older than quirks.

All of that he could bear with, but, the worst part about today—he placed a hand over his stomach as it gave a loud groan that echoed throughout the hallway—was that he had forgotten his lunch at home.

And his wallet.

And he didn't eat breakfast.

So right now, his stomach was so empty that the annoying fly that was buzzing around him was looking mighty tasty.

"The hell is wrong with you?"

Izuku glanced up from his seat on the stairs and gave a weary smile towards Rumi. They were in the same class, and she had been one of the ones that hadn't had a seat. He glanced up to the reason why: her long white ears that were currently tied by a red ribbon in order to look like a large white bow.

If he didn't know that they were ears, he wouldn't have even thought twice about the bow.

"I forgot my lunch at home." He laughed. A dry, humorless laugh.

"So buy something."

"Forgot my wallet too."

Rumi gave a very annoyed groan and then stomped over to the vending machine, pulling out a single bill and aggressively tapping at the machine to the point it looked like she was assaulting the poor machine. After a vicious battle and a few swear words, she pulled out a single melonpan.

With a grunt, she sat down next to him and ripped the bag open, then she tore the bun in half, offering him half.

He stared at it for a moment, and then looked at her.

"Just take it," she grunted, her heel tapping against the floor in annoyance. "I don't want to feel like I owe you anything for this morning."

"Thanks." Izuku nodded and accepted his half of the melonpan. "I appreciate it."

Rumi huffed and bit into her own half. "Don't mention it."

For a few minutes, the only sound was that of them munching on the slightly sweet, and slightly stale, vending machine melonpan. But even when they finished, they sat there on the steps, largely isolated from the rest of their classmates.

"Does it hurt?"

"Huh?" She sat up right when he talked, her eyes going red in shock. "What?" She narrowed her eyes at him to the point of it being a glare. "I swear if this is a pick-up line I'll—"

"I'm talking about your ears." Izuku pointed towards her fake ribbon. "I can't imagine that's comfortable."

"Oh." That fire she seemed to carry a bit too close to chest faded for a moment as she touched one of the loops. "It used to, when I was little, but now I'm kind of used to it." She scoffed and kicked her feet out. "The vet I went to said that the nerves might be damaged, or that I might lose hearing, but for the most part, they're fine."

Izuku blinked and then stared at his hands. He really didn't have any room to talk when it came to hiding quirks. His was easy: just act normal and don't do anything that was superhuman. For people that had quirks that made them stand out, it must be hard. Even if the entire school knew that she was a bunny girl now, just acting like she was trying to fit in would probably help.

She punched him. In the arm. Hard.

"Don't pity me, you bastard." She huffed, crossing her arms and glaring away from him. "It's bad enough putting up with those jerks, but I can't stand people looking down on me."

"I wasn't!" Izuku laughed and rubbed his arm. "Really, I pity anyone that gets on your bad side."

She gave a great big smile. "That might be the smartest thing anyone's said to me today. I'm starting to think you're pretty alright, Izuku."

"Thanks… I think." He rolled his shoulder, the pain from her punch already vanishing.

"So, what school club are you going to join? I mean, you look pretty fit and stuff, so I assume you're an athlete, even if you look like you don't know the first thing about throwing a punch."

"Is it that bad?"

"You look like your only knowledge of fighting is from anime."

"Ouch. Well, I guess I should join a club that'll fix that." Izuku scratched the side of his cheek. It was honestly one of his goals already, mostly because he really didn't want to accidentally rip someone's arm off the next time he had to save someone. Even if it was probably a good way to make them stop. "Do you think this place has a Judo club or something like that?"

"No idea, I was thinking about joining the Kendo team or maybe the football (soccer) club like in middle school." Rumi patted her knees and rocked back slightly.

"You played football too?"

"Kind of, I wasn't allowed on the team because of," she tugged on her ears. "But, there were enough of us freaks at my old school that we had our own team."

She flashed him a peace sign and gave him a giant smile. "I was the star of the team."

"With the size of your feet, you better be."

"Thanks! They're the perfect size for kicking ass."

Izuku never expected his first highschool friend would be someone like Rumi, but here he was, smiling and laughing with a violent, foul-mouthed, bunny girl like they were childhood friends.

XXXX

"Izuku dear!" his mother called from the other side of his door. "Dinner's done."

"Right, coming," he replied and gave a light stretch, rolling his shoulders. The melonpan Rumi had given him had been just about enough to get him through the day, but by the time he had gotten home, he had been famished to the point where he didn't even want to think about going out and fighting crime.

But, with his mom going all out for his first day of highschool, he'd be more than ready for tonight.

"That's right folks!"

Oh god, he was on the T.V. again.

Izuku glanced towards the T.V. and saw the red-haired man once again shouting at the screen.

"If you get any photos of these quirked menaces that think justice is theirs to deliver out, send them to me! Not the police! Me! I got a cash reward for them; claim that, then send them to the police!"

Great, now he was going to have to be even more careful out there.

"Mom," Izuku asked as he grabbed the remote. "Can I turn this off while we eat?"

"Huh?" Inko blinked, looking up from her plate and then towards the T.V. "Well I suppose so."

Thankfully she wasn't that obsessed. Still, he wondered how she would react to knowing that her son had a quirk. And that he was exactly who Enji Todoroki was yelling about.

"So, Izuku, dear, how was your first day of school?"

"It was fine, a bit over crowded, but it was fine, it will probably be better if I don't forget my lunch again."

"Did you make any new friends?"

He nodded.

"Good, any girls I should be worried about?"

"Mom!"

He didn't want to think bad of his mother, but he wondered how she would react to someone like Rumi.

AN: like I said, I was going to change ages. Bet you didn't know how much you needed a Delinquent recovery girl until now huh?

This doesn't mean that every character is going to be a teenager *points to Enji* but rather that I'll be toying changing characters ages as I see fit.