Last time… Izuku learns more about his father and even talked to him in the first time in years. Although the information was surprising and somewhat sad. It was also inspiring. He had no doubt now. he will become a hero his own way.
A rocky start
Izuku stared at the door before him. It was a simple door if it wasn't for the fact it was massive. To a small child like him it was intimidating to look at. It was painted it a neural blue colour that almost looked grey. There was a little widow up top, but he was too small to see through it. He couldn't do a recon then. Too bad he would have liked to see what he would be dealing with for the rest of his school life. Beyond those doors were his classmates. He didn't' know what to expect. Since he entered the school through the scholarship program, he didn't enter the standard exams for normal students. This had the unfortunate side effect of not knowing anyone going into this school. This might help him. They do not know him. He does not know them. A completely clean slate for him. Maybe this time he could finally make some good friends.
Taking a deep breath, the boy placed his hand on the door and opened it into his new future. Beyond that door was an array of students. Most of them were seated waiting patiently for a teacher to arrive. Quite a few of them seemed to have already broken into groups with the way they huddled together. It was a lot to take in at once. Form the looks of things he was the last one to arrive. Just great. Everyone seemed to make made friends before they school day even started. Their heads turned in union to face him. All their eyes on him made him more than a little uncomfortable. He could barely squeak out a hand in greeting.
Then a voice spoke behind him. "Excuse me, young one. Would you mind taking a seat. Orientation will run soon enough."
Turing around, Izuku spotted a familiar face. His eyes lit up as he saw the gentle smile of Arata. What luck. It looked like he will get taught by him after all. "Of course, sir," he said cheerfully and trotted off to a free seat. The other students followed as well. Now that their teacher had entered the class. Izuku was smiling from ear to ear overjoyed to see the man. He hasn't seen him that much in recent time since all teachers have been busy preparing for the year ahead. However, he didn't really expect to see him. From what he understood Arata's teaching speciality was heroics. So, he assumed that he wouldn't be teaching. Maybe it's different for homeroom. Either way it was reliving to know he wouldn't be completely alone.
Arata gracefully made his way to the teacher's podium. A black book opened in hand. He kept his gentle smile as he faced his new class. "Welcome all of you to our academy. Hold your heads hight for making it this far. We expect great things form all of you. Now, it is tradition to introduce you all to our school chant. You are required to learn it in due time but for now please stand up and follow my actions." He placed his right arm vertically over his chest with a fist over his heart as his left hand was held up matching his height. Then the students stood from their seats and matched their new sensei. Some less enthused than others with the way their arms laxed. Others were more serious and stood straight as a pole. Their eyes burning intensely. Izuku fell in a middle category while stumbled to his feet. He followed his sensei's instructions and looked up for approval. Sure, enough the man nodded satisfied. "Alright. Now for every phrase I want you to all to say: 'I swear on my heart'."
"And want if we said I don't," one student said jokingly. He was a redhead with stunning gold eyes. There was an air of mischievous around him thanks to that cheeky grin.
Not amused, Arata's grin darkened. "You will be reprimanded," he said both cheerily and threateningly. One of his blades at his side glowed and popped halfway out from its sheath. It was enough to send a message to the class. All were silence after. Some even strengthened their positions. "Now then let us begin." The blade slid back into place and their teacher recite their oath: "Do you swear to fight for honour, for peace and to find the truth in a web of lies?"
"I swear on my heart," they all said at once in mix match harmony.
"Do you swear to abide by the righteous book of law and fight in the name of lady justice?"
"I swear on my heart."
"Do you swear to fight for the weak, the helpless and the misjudged in their time of need."
"I swear on my heart."
"Stay true to your words as you head towards an uncertain future and remember." He dropped his left arm and extended his fist outwards while turning his body slightly, "Never give up!" The students followed his motions uncertainly and extended their fist to him. I nodded at them. "Now say this with me everyone. And never surrender!"
"And never surrender!"
Proudly, he clapped his hands. "Welcome to Shiketsu's hero course."
Izuku couldn't' be happier. Finally, he's taking the first steps…wait a second. Did he say hero course? The boy let out a screech. The made him receive some questioning glances from his…classmates? Could he even consider them classmates? Either way his face burst up in red. He smuggled into his high collar uniform and stuttered out: "I…I'm sorry s-sir but there must be a mistake. I applied for the detective course. Not the hero course. I don't belong here."
Murmurs travelled around the class. He wasn't sure what they were saying but he didn't little it all the same. It remained him too much of his past classroom experiences. How they would talk and snigger behind his back. Arata eyes widen in shock as if he didn't know that. Which was strange. He should have known. He suggested that course in the first place! "Humm how odd. What is your name?" Ok know Izuku knew he was messing with him. He didn't get way, but he played along anyway. If he got through this faster maybe he can be placed in the correct class. "That's strange you're on our register. I'm sorry everyone. Let me try and sort this out. Sit tight." With that the teacher left the room leaving very many curious eyes on Izuku.
He hated it. He hated every second of it. The boy shrunk in his set hoping he could disappear. Too bad for him a pair of sharp brown eyes were locked on to him. Literally, they were right in front of his face. "AAAHHH," he screamed nearly falling off his chair.
In front of him was a brunette boy much taller than him with a childish grin. His eyes were sharpened with curiosity. "My isn't this interesting. I didn't think I would stumble on a story like this so quickly. How peculiar that a detective student to be muddled up in this way." A small camera slipped out of his pockets. Its lens aimed at the very distraught and confused Izuku. He begged the pushy boy not to take his picture while hiding his face. The boy laughed. "Not to worry I don't post anything without reason or permission. This is more of a hobby of mind than anything else…hold on a second." The boy peered deeper into Izuku's personal space. He kept his face hidden behind his hands and leaned back as much as he could. The other boy was persistent. His eyes analysed his features behind his hands.
"Hey, Click, you're acting creepy again," called out a girl with purple strips in her hair.
"Yeah. Look at the guy he looks like he going to burst like a tomato," a boy that looked very similar to the girl called out. Twins looked like it.
The boy oddly named Click, recoiled back with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that but I feel like I've seen your face before…I got it." He smacked his fist in his palm as he had a light bulb flash in his head. "I know now. You're that kid form the sludge villain incident a year back. The one that rushed in like a fool the media said."
Izuku head dropped. He didn't think he would be recognised because of that. "Oh, I see. Stupid right."
"On the contrary I think those articles didn't give you any credit. You acted while no one else did till All Might showed up. How exciting it must have been to be saved by the number one hero. Tell me all about it. I would love to do a story with your point of view." The child's excitable eyes seemed to grow two folds. They were begging for Izuku's approval, but he was hesitant to give it. He didn't really want to remember that incident anymore. "Although I must ask why you chose detective over hero. You clearly have the soul for heroics. Quirk not suited perhaps?"
"No, it's nothing like that," Izuku correct while waving his arms in denial. He glanced around at him. More eyes on him. Students a that were not interested before sure was now. He gulped form the pressure. It was obvious he couldn't escape the question. Not to mention they were going to find out anyway. Might as well be now. "I'm quirkless you see."
Silence…
It was soon broken by a huff. Front and centre of the class was a girl with pointed dog ears and pure silver hair is tied up in a simple ponytail. her forehead is clearly marked by a purple crescent moon. Over her eyes was a white blindfold with the mark of a 6-pointed star stitched in red. "I see. So, you really do not belong here." she said coldly. Another girl with untied silver hair and black dog ears tried to shush her but she remained vocal. "He was the one that said so himself. Was he not? A quirkless child has no right to be on the battlefield."
"Agreed," chimed in a boy with silk purple hair. He didn't even have the courtesy to look at Izuku opting to close his eyes with his head held high. "For such a grave mistake to have occurred is a disgrace for the Shiketsu name. I pray this will be sorted in due haste."
"I suppose it is a little dangerous for them," peeked out another student timidly.
Izuku lowered his head. Now he really wished he could disappear. What did he expect? Did he really thought that this school would be different? No of course not. Why would it. On the bright side at least, he's used to it. their disapproval didn't sting as much as it use too. Besides they are right. He gave up ever being a pro for that…
"Will you assholes shut the fuck up," screamed another student with a pair of dog ears. Only this time it was a boy with long black hair tied in a spiked ponytail. He growled bitterly at his classmates, "At least he did something. The rest of those cowards stood around like headless chickens until All Might showed up. At least he had guts."
"Sounds like he got a hot soul!" screamed out an atheistic student in the far back.
Murmurs flooded the classroom. He didn't know what they were talking about. He rather he didn't anyway. He heard most of them before. Although some were new ones. More accepting of his presents. It gave him a little hope. Eventually, the talks died down as Arata returned into the class with unfortunate news. Apparently there has been a glitch in the system that put him into the hero course rather than his intended detective course. It sounded very suspicious but it's not like they could do anything now. For the day at least Izuku was stuck with this weird group of young heroes until further notice. He could tell form the way his sensei was acting he was withholding information. It made him feel very uneasy. He was rubbing something under his shirt. That pendent of his as if it calmed him. Something felt off but he tossed those notions to the side. It's only for one day. What harm could happen.
It was not a day. It was several days. Several days have pass and the whole situations still wasn't resolved. Why? He doesn't know. No one will tell him. They just keep saying that it would take time to sort out this dilemma but how much time. No one knew and it was driving him crazy. Not like classes were a problem. The topics studied by the hero course and the detective course were very similar. Aside from a few odd topics that he had to learn privately; he was completely fine learning with the rest of the hero students. In fact, because of Arata's pervious teachings he already knew most of those odd topics. It was practically revision for him which made things a lot easier. So, what was the problem.
His classmates. That's the problem. Most of them were indifferent to his presents in the class. A 'you don't bother me, and I wouldn't bother you' type of mentality. Which he was completely fine with. Sure, he got lonely, but it was nothing he never felt before. There were a few that always…always remained him that he didn't belong. He knows that. It's not his fault he was in this mess. They didn't need to tell him every time they saw his face. There were only two very vocal students. While other told him with their eyes and actions like giving him a glare or walking away from him when he comes near. Or simply out right ignoring him. But those two. Those two made his time in this class just a little bit harder to bare.
Takako Taisho and Seiji Shishikura. From the beginning they were vocal and continued to be. On the bright side no one tried to beat him up. Then again, those words hurt just as much as Kacchan's explosions. Those two cuts deep. It hurt more given their background. Taisho was a name he recognised. It belonged to a line of heroes who have dog like quirks. The head of the family can even transform into a beast dog as big as any home. Takako was the next head from what he gathered. Although, he has yet to see if she was capable of such transformation expected of her as next head. Still it warrened her pride. In the few days they had school she secured her spot as top dog. No pun intended. Most students seem to revere her thanks to her familial status. Because of her blunt comments on how his quirklessness would be a detriment on the battlefield many quickly agreed with her.
Seiji on the other hand had family ties to the school. So, he had great respect for it and its system. That's why he couldn't believe his precious school would dare make a blunder like this. How dare they put a detective student in a heroics class. There is a system that must be followed. Why is he still here? He should have been put in his rightful place. To be fair he was more annoyed at the school system that caused this mess rather than Izuku's presents. Still hurt to be this unwanted.
There were a couple that spoke up for him. It wasn't his fault that he was in this situation. One was the boy that defended him before. Another member of the Taisho family surprisingly enough named Inu-kage. His rude way of talking remained a little too much about his ex-explosive friend but he was overall kind of nice. He constantly told off both his younger sister? And Seiji to shut up. Their recycled comments were getting old. Needless to say, the three of them argued a lot. Izuku has tried to get to know the aggressive teen but he was a little too intimidating. The way he looked at him remained too much of Kacchan and he ended up thanking and running form the boy. He just always looked like he was mad at him with the way he glared at him so intensely. The few times the quirkless boy had the courage to talk to him the dog boy clamed up and ran himself. Say there was something he needed to do.
But worse of all. Ok not worse of all but most annoying was Click. The boy would not leave him alone. No matter how much he wished he would. Whenever there was free time he was usually there. Right next to him. With a camera in hand. He bombarded in with question after question about why the school board hasn't fixed his situation yet. To that he says he doesn't know, but did that stop Click? Nope. The boy was persistent. Annoyingly so. There was also other question mainly involving the sludge villain incident, his relationship with Arata, being quirkless and oddly enough the GreenFanBoi incident. Not only was he scarily persistent. He was scarily observant. Izuku does not know why, but he knows he suspected him to be the anonymous tipper that stop that kidnapping that day. He rather not be stared at more than now because of that information getting out. He does not trust the boy could keep a secret. He doesn't seem to be the type.
Thankfully, there was this girl that kept in at bay. The shortest and most likely youngest in the class Yukorin Yukimura. Or Yuko as she often seemed to be called. He could never guess what she was thinking with the blank expression in her eyes. He believes she and her small group were a part of the indifferent category when it came to him. Whenever she was around Click was quick to shut up and leave him alone. By her demand that is. He thanked her each time but all he ever received was silence and a blank stare. Then she would walk away like nothing ever happened.
So, because of all this he still has no friends. No one has tried to come up to him with a hand of friendship. Then there was the fact that he was too shy to go out and try and befriend someone on his own. Beside he was almost sure most of his classmates secretly or not so secretly hate him. There was also the fact that he's all alone in his own floor in the you guessed it. The Hero's dorms. Apparently, there was no room for him the detective dorms either, so they bunked him up with the heroes of his class. Only a hand full of them decided to stay in the academy so there was plenty of space for him to move in. This somehow led to him being all alone in his floor. He's even outcasted in a place that supposed to be his second home. He doesn't even bother to step in the common area. One of the residents was Seiji and he rather not clash with him in what was supposed to be a safe place. A calm place.
Sighing, he looked over his bare room. He just finished packing but without his All Might memorabilia it looked empty. No empty isn't the right word. Specious and kind of dull. It was a nice change for his eyes. No more millions of eyes staring at him 24/7. Or those loud colours. By far the most welcomed addition to his room was his bookcase. It was already mostly full of his own notebooks and subject books. His desk even had a build in lamp for night-time studies. He even got his own corkboard. It would be good practice for pining up clues for investigation. At least here he could truly relax.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
He glace up at his phone surprised at the name. quickly, he answered it: "Hi dad."
"Hey there kiddo how's school treating you?"
He was glad to hear a friendly voice. He told his father's his woes and the whole mix up. He didn't even try to hide how stressful it's been. "I just don't know what to do. I'd tried to talk to Arata sensei, but he always seemed to be occupied with paperwork and other students or teachers. I haven't had the chance. I'm kind of worried when they eventually move me back to the detective classes, I'll end up being alone there too."
His father let out a thoughtful hum. "That does sound like a pickle. Well kiddo all I go to say is make the most of your situations. Who knows? Your temporary classmates now might end up being your clients or workmates in the future. This is coming from experience mind you. Best to secure good relationships now."
"Easy for you to say," Izuku grumbled. All his classmates seemed to have made up their minds on him. It didn't seem like the positive mind set.
"Don't be like that kiddo." Then there were whispers of another voice on the line. "What now? Come on I'm trying to talk to my kid. Ok ok. Just give me a second. Sorry kiddo that's work calling. I have to go." Izuku tired not be disappointed. His father always had been a busy man. "Also, just a little head up. I got a package coming in for you. A late congratulation present for getting into Shiketsu. It's filled with treats here form the states. Hope it will make your day a little brighter. Oh, and tell your mom that I love her if you get the chance." Then the call ended with a beep.
Alone again in his own thoughts Izuku jumped with the sound of his door knocking. "Who is it?" he called out timidly.
"It's Mora. There was a package for you."
Mora? Oh, Nagamasa Mora Form Izuku's memory he was the least human looking in the class. Long brown hair covered his body from head to toe. He was always wondered how he cared for his hair. The boy must buy a lot of shampoo.
"Midoriya? Is something wrong."
The young boy blushed at how long he took thinking about his classmates' hair. He called out a quick I'm fine and timidly unlocked his door. There stood his hairy classmate a good head taller than him. his single visible eye looked down at the boy. He was another student that was hard to read given that fact the only readable thing about him was that eye. Izuku gave a weary smile and placed his hands on the box. "Thank you very…" Odd he doesn't seem to be able to take it. He looked down at the box fining it wrapped tightly in hair. He looked back up at the student confused.
They stared back with their one eye. "May I…come in?" he asked hesitantly but still polite. Not wanting to be rude Izuku be begrudgingly agreed and the hairy student entered his personal space. He scanned the room and hummed. Then his eye locked on to an unusual object. A broken blade on top of the boy's desk. "Is that a broken blade?"
"Oh that. No, I mean yes. I mean it's nothing that special. Kind of. Never you mind!" the boy spat out in a hurried rush. How was he supposed to explain that story? I broke it during the U.A hero exams. Oh, and I passed it by the way. Hahaha. Not weird at all. My god he could already imagine the boy's judgmental and disbelieving eye. Why? Oh, why was he put into this position.
Then Nagamasa eyes glaze along the bookshelf. "My you have some high-level reading here. You must take your studies seriously."
"Of course, my brain is kind of the only thing I have going for me. So, I must study as hard as I can. I know I can't ever be a pro so becoming a detective is the closest thing to a hero I could be. I suppose I should catch up with some reading tonight. There was some classic procedures and laws I want to brush up on. Then there…" Izuku then went on and on about his extra studies. How he found them interesting and gained a greater appreciation to the police force. The media really gives them a hard time. It's unfair. Especially with heroes out shining them. He would like to change that one day.
Nagamasa listen to each passionate word that came out of the young detective's mouth. He went on and on without a care and gleam in his green eyes. They almost look the gems with the way the shined. His one eye smiled. He let out an amused chuckle. "I see. How interesting."
It was then Izuku realised how long he left on a tangent and instantly blushed tomato red. He shrunk into his shoulders and took serval steps back. "I'm sorry. I must have bored you. I'll let you go now. Thanks for delivering my package. I appreciate it."
Nagamasa eyes frowned. "Don't apologise for being passionate." He then scanned the other boy. How his demeanour skunk away. The way he shook and turned away. It was a saddening sight. "Are you afraid of me? I apologies if I did anything to scare you. I suppose it was a little rude of me to barge into your room." Izuku then tried to spout out apologies of his own. He didn't mean to make it seem like he was afraid of the hairy student. He just didn't really know how to react. He studied the other boy again. This time his eye was filled with worry. "Are you ok, Midoriya?" he asked clearly concerned.
Confused, Izuku looked up at the boy, "Of course I am. Why won't I be?"
"I imagine it's has been difficult for you. These last few days with the whole mix up. I have seen you actively avoiding everyone. Even here you do not even step into the common area. I don't think I even seen you eat dinner. Have you been eating well?"
Kind of. Not like Izuku would admit that at loud. To avoid bother his classmates he takes meals up to his room. He makes sure they were quick. Most of the time it was just a sandwich with anything could find at the time. Sometimes it was simply a piece bread or a cup of noodles. That was all he would eat for the night. Of course, he skipped breakfast entirely. He ends up being first in class just to avoid all his classmates. The less he was seen. The less he was a bother.
Nagamasa didn't like the silence he was given. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands. "We can't have you not eating properly. How about I bring you up some dinner. There is quite a bit of leftovers. I'll heat some up."
"Wait! No! You don't have to really," Izuku's stomach greatly disagreed. It groaned a sad groan that could only be made by an unhappy empty stomach. A very, very empty stomach. Seems like it wasn't satisfied with the piece of bread for earlier. Painted red again Izuku, shyly placed an arm over his stomach. "You know some food does sound good," he admitted in defeat.
With a smiley eye, Nagamasa extended a fury arm. "I don't think we've ever properly introduced ourselves. My name is Nagamasa Mora. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Smiling with him, Izuku happily accepted the hand. "My name is Izuku Midoriya. It's a pleasure to meet you too."
And that's how Izuku made his first friend.
Since then Izuku stuck around his new furry friend for the most part. Nagamasa was gentle and proper despite what his outward appearance would suggest. He kept Izuku functioning. Ensuring the boy would eat so often make him food. Izuku tried to return the favour on several occasions but they didn't end up too well. Often over seasoning meals or something else was just a little off. Mainly presentation. He wasn't the best of cooks. Luckily, Nagamasa was more than willing to teach him. He was still a working progress but now he can make decent rice balls. So that's a win for him. Life in the hero dorms became a little more bearable. Seiji stilled rolled his eyes whenever he saw the quirkless boy, but he didn't complain as much as he used to. More so commented he should be grateful for their hospitality.
During one of these cooking sessions one other hero resident was curious enough to join in. A boy by the name of Inasa Yoarashi. An excitable young boy whose normal way of speaking happens to be yelling half the things he says. His enthusiasm also extended to his movements. The reason why this was a bad thing was that he tried to hurry with everything. Him in the kitchen is like a tornado crashing through. The poor counters and floors became victims of his mess. They were shown no mercy. After that incident it was agreed that Inasa was to never set foot in the kitchen again.
The last resident of the dorms a flirty girl named Camie Misho. She raved at the energetic Inasa for running her favourite fizzy slippers. How she supposed to now there was egg on the floor. She just wanted to get something from the fridge. Then Inasa apologised by smashing his forehead on the floor by bowing. Since the floors were rock solid it did bleed a bit leaving a lovey blood splatter. Then everyone was sent on a panic to find a med kit.
Izuku didn't released it while in isolated himself, but despite its minimum residents this dormitory was very lively. Finally, he was able to smile. Even if it was just a little. Maybe this arrangement wasn't going to be so bad.
Another day another long track to his next class. His extra classes away from his classmates always hand him place in a very inconvenience area. Because of this he usually arrived late to his join classes. Another thing some students, mainly Seiji, liked to complain about. Thankfully, his teachers know of his situation and didn't mark him tardy. He rushed along the empty hallways. Everyone must already be in the classroom. So, he sped himself up the best he could. Eventually, he made it but something left weird. He stared up at his classroom door. Was it vibrating?
"I wouldn't go in there is I were you." Izuku jumped at the voice. He turned around and spotted a girl with lightly tan skin and slick black hair tied in a low ponytail. She was sitting cross legged right across the door. He was surprised he didn't notice her sooner. In her lap was a notebook with a half-written page. He recognised her was one of his quieter classmates. Ren Heart if he remembered correctly. She doesn't typically socialize with anyone. "Seriously, things are about to get wild. It's a civil war in there I tell you."
"Civil war?"
Bang!
The door shuttered as if something crashed into it. More unsettling sounds soaking through the creaks like smashing and chattering of objects. Worse of all the screaming. He couldn't tell what anyone was saying but there was screaming. Curiosity and panic got the better of him and he ignored the girl's warnings. He hastily slammed the door open. His eyes cracked wide form what he saw.
The classroom was in complete disaster. Papers were scattered everywhere as a storm swept through. A lot of them were in terrible shape. Crumpled, ripped, sliced and things he doesn't even know how it got that way. Tables and chairs were knocked out of place. Some lay at their side. Some were completely upside down. Some were even missing leg. Or had an unexplainable hole through it. Don't get him started on the ceiling. Yes, even the ceil was not spared the destruction. One of its lights appeared to be broken. It was blinking on and off and sparked. There was also this green goo that looked like it was dissolving into a hole.
The most alarming thing was his classmates. They were split nearly down the middle. It was not an equal ratio on either end. Some students were in the middle back to back trying to calm down the warring forces. Those two being Nagamasa and Inasa. The had each other's backs as they faced off against the presumed leaders of these warring factions: Takako Taisho and Yokurin Yukimura. The two girls glared at the other pass the barrier of two students between them. Takako had a clear growled on her face. Her blind fold was slightly cut on one side forming a hole. This allowed one of her greyed out yes to burn through with rage. She held out a pair of swords on each hand. One looked normal aside from the symbols running along the blade. The other glowed with a nasty green colour. It looked like it was dropping with sweat. Each drop burned the floor under it. On the other hand, Yuko remained stone faced. None of her emotions shone through her blank green eyes. One of her hands was extended. Three rays of light protruded out from her knuckles like wolverine claws. Her other arm extended behind her. Protectively shielded a redhead boy, Karma Akabane who looked almost as bad as the state of their classroom. He had large bruise running down his cheek and he was griping one of his arms as if it was broken. He was not the only one with injuries. Several of his classmates handsome. Their uniforms where a mess. It truly looked like they gone to war.
"What's going on here?" Izuku yelled dumbfounded at what he was seeing.
Seeing the boy at the doorway. Nagamasa held out a hand to him telling him to say where he was. "Midoriya, it's not safe for you here. They've gone mad. Hurry and find a teacher."
"I've gone mad. HA! If anyone's insane it's her for protecting a villain." Takako proclaimed while pointing a blade of the other girl. "It's one thing having a quirkless here temporarily. I refuse to accept this villain child here."
"The kit is not a villain," Yuko stated calmly as he stepped aside. Covering Karma, the best she could with her small body. "He hasn't even done anything yet. It was you who started this."
"I was merely doing my job as a hero student. A villain's child shouldn't be a part of this course."
"What does Karma's dad have anything to do with this!" a short blue hair boy Izuku recognised as Nagisa Shiota called out. He looked the most distressed out of the class from his chosen side. He stepped out beside Yuko defending his friend. "Beside Karma's dad is already reformed. You're all being unreasonable."
"The unreasonable ones are you," Seiji stepped out of his faction with his arm's crossed. He pridefully, stared down the other faction with distaste in his eyes. "Once a villain always a villain. I'm honestly disgrace that Shiketsu would stoop so low as too accept this villain child. If word gets out it will tarnish the school's reputation."
The arguments erupted. Neither, Nagamasa nor Inasa could contain the warring factions for long. Each one yelled they own sides arguments. Some even started to get physical. It was utter chaos. Izuku remained at the doorway. Jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes. his classmates were actively trying to fight the other. There was nothing he could do. good thing for them there was someone who could.
A blue aura cascaded across the classroom. It locked everyone one and everything into place. Some students were suspended in place. Some were even locked at each other's throats. Then they started to move. It was swift and silent. Like puppets being played by a master. The blue arura forced everything back into place. It only took a couple of minutes. The classroom became pristine. The warring students placed perfectly on their seats. Outer appeared fixed. Arms on their desk with their hands linked together as if they were ready to learn. Not a single word escaped their mouth. That's because they couldn't. Their mouths were forced shut. Only confused mumbles escaped slim openings from their mouths and noses. Izuku knew that blue aura well. Although he never seen it do anything like this.
"Midoriya. Heart. Please take your seats. Class is about to start."
"Don't have to tell me twice," the girl the waited at the corridor rushed past the quirkless boy. She scampered to her seat with quick haste. Izuku was quick to follow her lead. He made it to his seat with sweat pouring down his next.
Footsteps echoed with power. Their sensei made his way to the front of the class. His presents darkened with menacing calm. His smile looked more threatening than anything else. His eyes glowed brightly with an icy glare. All who met his eyes were struck with fear. "We will start the lesson soon. Do I make myself clear?" It wasn't a question it was a demand. One that one could not be denied.
"Yes sensei."
Since the incident, their class was set off with a warning. If another incident like that were to occur any students involved will be suspended. It was enough for the class to stop physical going at each other but in did not stop the tension. It just made it worst. It started off with little things. A mean comment there. A dirty glare there. Then it got a little physical. Small shoves if they could get close. Small ways to trip the other side over. Or harmless pranks. The classroom ending up being a mess often. With glitter, paint, simple water, anything. It did not end well. So many times, neutral classmates had to step in between members of warring parties. It was getting out of hand.
How did this class civil war come to be? Simple or maybe not so simple. Tensions were already poked with Izuku's inclusion into the class. Although he was temporary, so it didn't matter in the long run. They could bare it. Then those tensions skyrocketed when Karma's parental background was revealed. His father was once a great thief that stole countless of priceless artifacts. He was a master in his trade. A villain. However ever since his capture he was then reformed into a special group formed by the hero association. The leader of said group so happened to be Yoku's father. He was the one that insisted the reformation and things were peaceful since. The wasn't enough to satisfy the other faction. They didn't believe Karma had any right being in a class of heroes. They were adamant on the topic, and they had some ground to stand on. Looking further into Karma's background he was placed into a delinquent class of his old middle school. This suggested that perhaps the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. However, his friends were adamant to protect and defended him. Claimed that people can change, and he was not his father. Both Yoku and Nagisa were a part of this this 'delinquent' class so it could be argued that argument held little weight.
The factions were separated as so: siding with Takako was the rest of the Taisho family, Inu-kage, Mikoyasha and Aiko. Joining them was an odd group who all had previous school ties, Allen Walker, Yu Kanda, Krory Arystar and Miranda Lotto. Then an outsider to their group Seiji. An odd but tight knit group. From what Izuku observed from them since the beginning this group seemed to know each other previously. Given how often the hung outed and how casually hey talked to each other. The only true odd one out of the group was Seiji. He seemed to have joined since his beliefs aligned with theirs.
The other faction with Yuko was of course Karma and Nagisa along with Click and Camie oddly enough and the Wakamoto twins Mai and Sai. Another group who seemly had ties together other before Shiketsu aside form Camie. However, they seemed to be even closer. Very conformable with each other's presents and actions. Childhood friends perhaps? Izuku wasn't too sure.
Then there was the smallest neural faction consisting of four: Nagamasa, Inasa, Ren and Izuku. All of them stood back and watched as their class fell apart in each passing day. It was…stressful.
"Anyone else think this is crazy," Inasa questioned in a usually quieter voice than his usual. He didn't choose a side since he felt oddly indifferent to both arguments. That and he was simple minded. His only true desire was to get along with everyone else. With all the arguments going on that wasn't possible. "I love the energy they have but fighting each other seems much."
"Agreed," Nagamasa sighed as they stood back and watched their classmates fight. In was also indifferent and saw the value in both sides. Although, he leaned towards Yuko's and Karma's faction more. Surely the school would have known about this and accepted the mischievous redhead for a reason. He would never say any of that aloud so not to get dragged into the drama. "I didn't think anything like this would happen. Sure, it's a little shocking to hear one of our classmates is a son of a notorious villain but this is taking things too far."
"Both sides are very passionate about their beliefs," Ren commented as she munched on a sandwich. She wasn't indifferent as she was avoidant. The constant conflicts were a headache to deal with. She hated being in the middle of them. Just too much effort. "Who's turn is it to try and break apart this one."
"I suppose that would be me," Izuku sighed out defeated. He doesn't know how long he's been at this. Or how long anyone has been at this but every time two vocal members of the warring factions collided in turns into a screaming match of recycled arguments. He too hated the conflict and was getting tired of it.
Not even his own dorm was safe. Both Camie and Seiji were at each other's throats. From what he could decipher form their yelling Camie sympathised for Karma's story. Something about being seen as villain herself. Beside Karma has not done anything to warrant being called a villain so they had no right to which hunt him like this. Seiji counter garments consists with the damage the redhead has done. He was the main guy playing pranks on the opposing faction members. Missing shoes, sign on their backs etc. He was being a nuisance and must be dealt with. The hostile arguments between the two drove Izuku, Nagamasa and Inasa away from common areas. The three of them ended up hang out most in each other's rooms. It would have been kind of nice, but moments were sullied by screaming they could hear. Didn't matter how thick the walls were those two were loud.
Izuku watched another argument go down. It was hard to believe the two factions were still going. He just wished it would end.
"I see they're at it again." The students looked up to see their sensei's disappointed look. His arms were crossed as he let out a heavy sigh. "I've had difficult classes in the past but this one takes the cake. Perhaps an exercise can ease the tension."
"What do you have in mind sir?
Slyly, Arata smiled with a wink. "You'll see. Although I will require all your assistance."
What could their teacher had planned they wall wondered. Whatever it was they didn't care so long as it could work.
"…sensei…can I ask a question?"
"What is it my boy?"
"Why I am I in a dress?" Izuku found himself in an emerald satin gown. It was simple and flowy with a light shimmer form the fabric. His waist was tied with a forest green ribbon with a comically size bow on his back side. The bottom rim of the dress had simple embroidery of vines, leaves and yellow blooms. The upper portion looked like a corset that fitted perfectly around his chest. Its front was a pastel almost with colour. Running down it in a crisscross pattern was a thin yellow ribbon. His sleeves were as puffy as if too balls stuff his shoulders. Its edges were laced with frills. Even his collar was laced with small frills. They made him itch. To top off the look was a costume party plastic tiara with a paired with clip on emerald earrings.
Smiling, Arata's simply said, "You're our damsel in distress."
"But…is this really necessary?"
"Of course. Don't you trust me?"
"Currently…not so much," Izuku sighed knowing nothing can be done since his sensei is so set on him wearing this ridiculous get up. He's almost certain his sensei was just messing with him. But if this exercise worked, he would wear this dress any day. The exercise was a simple one. Work together to save the damsel. Somehow Arata was able to create this wild training ground that looked like it was ripped form a movie set or a fantasy world. The terrain was rocky with uneven cliff faces. A moat circled a tower made of stone. Shadows moved beneath the surface. What they belonged to was anyone's guess. Brambles were placed around the base. Their blade like thorns spiked in all directions. The damsel Izuku was placed on top of the stone tower. He was leaning in between the turrets staring at the set-up bellow. He wasn't the only one dressed up. His classmates were already in hero gear. Although his neutral group had the added addition of black capes. They were playing the dastardly villains that locked the princess in the tower. Now the heroes must work together to save the poor princess. "Are you sure this is wise sensei?" Izuku asked concerned. "With how high tensions are lately I doubt they'll actually work together."
"And that will be their downfall." The was a dark gleam in the teacher's eyes as his lips curled in delight. "I'll make sure they'll have the hardest time completing this task. It will also allow me to measure the severity of the grudges between them. In the end they'll have two options: put their pride and differences aside or tear each other a part and face the punishment of failure. I'm prepared for either out come."
Humming thoughtfully, Izuku watched as his classmates changed of rescuing him were meet with their first challenge. Facing off against two of his captures. Ren and Nagamasa. The two fought well with what they had to use. Their own quirks. Nagamasa pushed attackers away with whips of his hair while Ren assisted by throwing these cadies marbles she makes. Izuku at this point didn't know exactly what they can do. From what he observed when the marbles were cracked anyone unfortune enough to step on them were stuck into place. Then there was this white powder she released. Anyone inhaling it falls asleep. Combine that with the chaos Nagamasa created form his hair whips. It was a surprisingly deadly combination.
However, the rescue team had numbers on their side. It was more of a free for all than a team effort. Most of them did manged to pass the two villains. Defeated them with good solid strikes. While few did fall or were stuck in place those who could counited. Unhappily, he noted. The warring factions the team made glared at each other with each step.
Then, Izuku's vision was blocked by a glowing book. He looked up at this sensei. His eyes glowing with the same brilliant shine. "A fresh notebook to occupy yourself with. I thought you would be dying to write down some notes given the chance."
The boy thanked his sensei and immediately cracked the book open the second he had in in his hand. He had a pen at the ready. His eyes now hyper focused on his classmates below. He made new pages on those he did know. Dotting down their names and quick notes. The boy was like a machine with the way he scribbled down new notes from a mere glace he took of his classmates. By the time this little exercise was done who knows how much of the book would be filled.
The next challenge was simple at first glance. Make it through the rocky terrain. One catch. Arata will be tripping them up every step of the way. Rocks with shift and rain down on the remaining students. Dead trees attempted to capture them. Weapons were lost. A good portion of the group was lost here. Now only half remained to face off their next challenge. Inasa. By far this Boy had the strongest quirk in the class. His winds could sweep all of them off their feet. Very literally. He could blow them all away and he knew it. The boy played his role well as a villain. Cackling a crazy laugh and monologue how strong he was. This was his biggest mistaken.
With some assistant form Karma, Camie was launched into the air where Inasa flew in place. She hooked herself on his shoulders catching him in completely surprised. Then she kissed him. The class gasped while their teacher hummed. Inasa eyes turned to hearts and Camie unlocked their lips. Her eyes gleamed with opportunity while she stared down at the remaining class. "Be a dear and blow those mutts away. Make sure none of them go past you."
"YES MISS!" with that Inasa unleashed his chaotic winds blowing another half of students away with them.
The only ones that remained was the tight knit trio of Karma, Nagisa and Yuko. Camie dropped off Inasa shoulders and was caught by Karma. "Nice quirk."
Flirty, she winked, "Wanna try it?"
"Sorry but I'm taken."
Izuku was in awe. He wasn't sure how it happened. But he could have sorn he saw something grow beneath the girl to launch her up that high. As for that kiss a quirk for sure. How every interesting. He quickly wrote down his findings with a mental note to ask about it later.
"NOT SO FAST!" howled a voice. Somehow breaking her way through the wind barricade, Takako was catching up. She had both her blades at the ready. if they would see her eyes pass her blind fold, they were sure to be burning. "I wouldn't let some villain child out do me." She pounced. Her targeted the redhead. She raised both her blades high ready to bring them down. They soon meet another pair of blades in the form of Yuko light claws. The two girls glared each other down before Takako chose to disengage. Yuko jumped a few steps back herself. Her expression remained blank. Although, Takako was unable so see she still seemed to know what was going one beyond her blind fold. Annoyed, she pointed a blade at the other girl. "Why do you continue to protect him? Are you found of him?"
"No, I hate him," Yuko sated coldly.
"Awe gez, Yuko. It's nice to know our years of friendship meant so much to you."
"You know what you did."
"I said I was sorry. I didn't think the fireworks would be that bad."
"Quiet," Takako damned silencing them both. "I care not for either of you. You're both a disgrace. I would say I was disappointed, but what should one expect from the daughter of a delinquent hero."
In a flash, Claws were at the girl's neck. Just barely grazing skin. Yuko blank dark green eyes had an aura of threat. "Don't you dare sully my father's name. Bastard child."
"How dare you."
Just like that. it was an all-out assault. The two girls were locked in a in a clash in furies battle. Both glared at the other. No one dared to interrupt or risk getting silenced by either girls' blades. Takako fight style was traditional. It was clear she was train well with her precision strikes and masterful foot work. On the other hand, Yuko was wilder. Nimble. Her fight style was all over the place. Using mix martial arts, she was quick to doge and strike her opponent using her claws or legs. It was a spectacle of power. It was clear to see the hero legacy in both fighters.
This would have been great if it was one on one matches, but this was a teamwork exercise. "Sensei you have to stop them," Izuku begged. "They're going to cut each other to pieces if we don't do anything. The exercise was a failure. Stop it."
Arata watched the battle closely. The girl's quick strikes were almost too fast to see. Almost. "Izuku, can you keep up with their movements." The boy looked at his sensei confused for a moment. His eyes locked back on to the battlefield. He can say yes. He could just about keep up with the girl's moments with his eyes. Just barely. "Good." Then his sensei clapped loudly. The sound travelled across the battlefield. Curious students looked up to where the sound came from. The girls locked in battle cared little for the noise. They were too distracted trying to strike a winning blow on each other to care. It was a mistake they will pay for. "Plot twist! It appears our dear damsel isn't as much of a damsel as they seem. Seeing the folly of her so-called heroes they decided to take things into their own hands." One of the blades he carried at his side glowed and was tossed over to Izuku.
Student's and teacher's eyes met for a moment. The student nodded firmly. He understood what he must do. His body glowed blue and he was plucked off the tower and placed on solid ground. His green eyes honed onto his target. Time to snap some sense into his classmates. He crouched down and took a running sprint forward. Thankfully, the dress was losing and hindered his movement little. His nearby classmates watched with sunned eyes as the quirkless boy dashed past them. his eyes were kept at a single point. The clash blades of the two hero daughters. If he strike just right he could end this battle in an instant.
Blades meet claws again and again. The friction between them caused sparks to fly each strike. Because of that there was an opening. A befit window of opportunity. The two girls were to warry of each other to notice the oncoming disruption.
Izuku's eyes locked on. There was going to be an opening. A second before the girl's blades clashed, he pieced through the gap with his own blade. The clashing blades locked with each other. The two girls were caught completely off guard. Good because the surprise weakened their grip. With a decisive movements Izuku knocked Takako's blades out of her hands. Once in the air he quickly ducked down and wiped both girls off their feet. He plunged his own blade into the dirt before leaping up and captured both of Takako's blades. He casted them as far as he could beyond reach. Sternly, he stared down at the two girls. "That's enough you two. This was supposed to be a teamwork exercise. Need I remind you. You all failed completely the moment Camie decided to use Inasa against you. You two made it even worse. You shouldn't be fighting each other!"
Takako wasn't paying too much attention. She was too busy staring at the hands. The shook with disbelief.
Meanwhile, Yuko kept her unreadable eyes at the detective in a dress. Her hands twitched and she tired for a strike. Luckily, Izuku was quick to notice and redrew his blade from the ground. The two clashed. The boy could feel the girl's together pushing on him. She might be small, but she could pack a punch. Her blank eyes burned directly into Izuku's. Even now they were completely unreadable. Soon her force laxed, and her quirk deactivated. "You are not weak," she stated simply before walking away from him.
"Thank you?" Izuku replied mildly confused.
Yuko walk back to her group and looked up at their sensei. "May I conclude this exercise over and failed. If so, might I guess a punishment will be set?"
Arata nodded once. "Indeed, 50 laps around the course. No one will leave until everyone completed all 50 Laps. I don't care if you'll miss lunch. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Then Yuko walked off to start her laps.
She was quickly followed by her two usual companions Nagisa and Karma. Camie was quick to tag along at their tails. Each of them gave passing glances at Izuku. Nagisa gave a kind yet apologetic smile. He bowed his head with his hand clapped together. Karam gave him a smile to. Only much slyer. "Well this was an interesting development. See you around quirkless."
Izuku watched he group walk away for them as they delivered news of their punishment to students along the way. His attention was then grabbed by Takako who was still staring at her hands. Being that kind boy that he was Izuku was quick to concern. He extended a hand to the girl. "Are you ok?"
Takako's head snaped up at him. She glowed at the sight of his hand. She rejected him without a second thought and snapped his hand away. "I don't need your pity." She got up on her own in quick haste. She didn't even bother to look back as she stomped away to revive her blades. "For the record if this was a real fight, I would crush you. You took me by surprise this time quirkless. It will not happen a second time."
The exercise ended in failure for his class. Izuku and co watched their classmates run their 50 laps. Their sensei was above them with a megaphone. Shouting like a dill Sargent for them to go faster as well as rub extra salt in their wounds for failure with insults. It derived some of them to run faster. Still tensions remained. Members of the warring factions glare at the other but this time it didn't felt as threatening. In fact, most eyes were cast on to him. They didn't feel as cold and uncaring as before. No. they looked…intrigue?
AN: Well I finally made it here. I might be going a little fast pacing wise, but we have already met these guys, so I don't think it matters that much. This and next chapter are pretty much a brief show case of Izuku's first couple of weeks. How he interacted with his class and how they interacted with each other. Back when they were all at each other's necks. Fun.
Guest- well glad you liked the last one. I really liked this version of Hisashi I created for this. I'm so sad I'm unable to use him much. But oh well he'll be in the background. As for what's next. Mini civil war. Then that one case I just have to do.
acosta perez jose Ramiro – again I really like this version of Hisashi I created. He's so fun. He's also based off 3 things. Izuku obviously, Jack Midoriya which was the character Izuku was inspired form the original one shot My hero (read it it's really good) and the ace attorney series plus I few things of my own. As for the whole Endeavour thing I have an entire plot line in my head for it. I just don't have the energy to follow it through. Maybe one day but probably not.
Well that's it. Time to make a very sad chapter for another work of mine. Might not come back to this for a bit.
