Shinso didn't understand why everyone at UA was convinced that he and Eraserhead were related.

On his first day in the hero course, he was barely through the 2-A classroom door when the pink alien lady asked him, 'Are you and Aizawa-sensei relatives?', as she blocked his way to the room.

When homeroom period began, he couldn't help but overhear tape guy and the red-haired dude whispering how much he and Eraserhead looked alike. He ignored them as he walked to the front to give an obligatory introduction to the class.

On his way back to his desk, he could've sworn the invisible one had her eyes on him, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand. He heard her mumble the words, 'their eyes look so similar', before he finally made it to his chair.

At the end of first period, the frog girl sitting in front of him asked how he got Aizawa-sensei to train him personally. After all, it was an open secret that the underground hero never liked extra work. He was never known to take in disciples either, or play favorites throughout his entire teaching career.

When the lunch bell rang, it was the explosive hothead who went over to his desk, yelling something about not losing to him even if he had a top-notch hero as a mentor. The spiky-haired blonde went on to tell him not to get too cocky just because Eraserhead had his back.

Shinso had half a mind to use his quirk to shut him up, but he decided it wasn't worth it. So he left the fuming blonde behind to head to the cafeteria instead. He was glad some of the them managed to convince the loudmouth not to antagonize him further. At least there were some people in his class who had common sense.

He pretended not to hear the calls of Midoriya and his group to come join them at their lunch table. After all, he wasn't here to make friends. Every single person in his class was a rival, and he was already several hundred steps behind. He didn't have time to waste.

When he sat by one of the isolated tables with a tray of his food, he was stunned to find the half-and-half honor student moving to sit on the chair across him. The scar on the shorter boy's face intensified the unyielding gaze he was sending him.

"Are you Aizawa-sensei's illegitimate love child?"

He didn't know if this guy was serious, or if he was just trying to fuck with him. He didn't stay long enough to find out.

He took a quick trip to the bathroom before afternoon classes began, deciding to return with just a minute to spare. That way he could have a few more moments of silence.

He opened the door to the 2-A classroom, pausing before he could pull it out all the way. There was currently a very heated, very passionate argument going on about him and his connection to Eraserhead.

"There's no way they're not related."

"Have you seen their eyes?"

"The poofy fluffy hair!"

"And the personality. You can't fake that!"

"I once ran into them outside of school leaving a cat cafe!"

"For real?!"

"When?!"

"Just before school started! I couldn't believe it! And they both just nodded at me and walked away like it was a normal thing!"

"So they hang out during breaks too?!"

"Well, sensei does train him... So I guess it's expected that they spend a lot of time together?"

"I can't believe sensei actually gave him his cloth binds!"

"And he doesn't even let us touch it."

"I saw them leave the training area once, and Aizawa-sensei bought him something from a vending machine."

"HUH?!"

Shinso winced at the simultaneous boisterous reply of his classmates. He sighed. He was used to being the topic of gossip in class. After all, with a quirk like his, people always loved to speculate. But this was definitely the first time anyone's ever shown any interest towards his familial ties.

He swung the door open, feeling the entire class quiet down. He ignored the strange palpable tension in the room, grateful that the professor for the afternoon's first period was right behind him.

The rest of the day went by quickly with him disregarding a couple more blatant stares and curious whispers. No one else dared to ask him any more questions up front. Perhaps the look on his face was enough to repel most of them.

When the bell rang, Shinso gathered the rest of his things promptly, slinging his bag over his body as he moved towards the door. He paused when the lightning kid called his attention, mentioning something about how everyone was throwing a welcome party for him tonight, including the students of 2-B.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

He eyed the grinning blonde pikachu skeptically. He wasn't making any sense. What were they trying to achieve by doing something so... pointless?

He was about to argue how incredibly unnecessary it was, when the class representative's voice boomed throughout the room, reminding everyone of the agenda for the evening. He sighed, deciding to walk away before anyone would notice. He had to report to Aizawa-sensei after all.

He scratched his head. He didn't know what the underground hero wanted to hear, but certainly an update regarding his first day in the hero course could be something done via SMS? The UA professor was insanely busy after all. He could have at least used the extra time he had for a power nap.

He hurried to the 2-A dorms while the rest of the class was busy, spotting Eraserhead standing by the entrance. It wasn't any different from their usual debriefing, which involved reflecting on what he learned during a specific training exercise.

Aizawa-sensei went on to ask him about his classmates and what he thought of them, followed by questions about his moving in. It was somewhat... odd giving him anecdotes about how his past week had been.

As the conversation reached its end, he felt his mentor drop a hand over his head, patting him twice before announcing his goodbye. Shinso nodded stiffly in place, still not quite used to the gesture of affection. He never knew how to respond to it, or how he should appropriately deal with the sudden burst of warmth in his chest whenever it would happen.

"See! I told you there's no way they're not related!"

"Shut up, Kaminari! He'll hear you!"

"Did he just drop by to check on Shinso?"

"I want Aizawa-sensei to pat me on the head too!"

"He only ever 'pats' us with his cloth binds..."

Shinso eyed the moving bushes a few paces from him, trying his best not to roll his eyes as he headed inside the dormitory.


"Thank you for having me."

Shinso bowed politely towards the rest of his peers as they cheered their congratulations. This entire celebration was completely unnecessary. What was the point of making him feel welcome? He was just one more rival to compete against — one more person they needed to outnumber in the ranks.

He sighed, eying the sophomores around him in silence. The idea of being surrounded by these many people, who didn't think twice about talking to him, made him feel... strange.

"You should have come to class 2-B!"

Shinso took hold of the glass of juice pushed towards him, eying the obnoxious blonde glaring at him like he was some sort of traitor. "The decision wasn't mine to make." He replied flatly.

"Ah! So you would have chosen our class if it were up to you?!"

Shinso glared at the arm that looped around him through narrowed eyes. "No." He moved away to make it drop off his shoulder, but Monoma kept his hold on him.

"How's training with your dad?"

Shinso sighed. This was the main reason why all those rumors kept on spreading. Ever since the copycat quirk holder jokingly referred to them as father and son in public, people started talking. He rolled his eyes. The fact that anyone would even consider it to be real was ridiculous.

"You're Eraserhead's kid?!"

"Woah woah woah! Is that why he gives you so much attention?"

"Is Shinso your mother's name?"

"If you take a good look at him, he does look a lot like sensei!"

"How did we not realize something so obvious?"

Shinso drowned out the rest of class 2-B's questions as he nudged the smirking blonde's arm off him. When he noticed some students from 2-A start to join in on the conversation, he quietly excused himself so he could finally have some peace in his own room. He sighed.

Why wouldn't people just mind their own business?


Shinso flopped on his bed, closing his eyes to enjoy the silence. He let out a long sigh, unused to so much social activity in one day. He felt bone-tired, but for some reason, he's never felt so high.

He was in the hero course.

He raised a fist in the air, staring wide-eyed at the blank ceiling in stunned silence.

He was in the fucking hero course.

He couldn't believe it. Everything felt surreal. A part of him didn't want to fall asleep for fear that it would all end up being a dream the moment he woke up. He shook his head.

No.

This was real. This was happening. This was the result of all his hard work. But most importantly, it had all been possible because someone finally believed in him.

He grabbed his phone to open his messaging app, eying the cursor of the chat box labeled 'Eraserhead 🙀'. His thumb lingered on the keyboard of his screen, not quite sure what to say to his mentor exactly.

Today felt like a dream?

I had an amazing first day?

I can't believe I'm finally in the hero course?

He huffed, scratching the back of his head in frustration. None of them felt right.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly typed a short message, sending it before he could change his mind. He hid his phone under his pillow as he crossed his arms on his chest, wishing Aizawa-sensei was already asleep. The sudden chime of his message alert tone told him otherwise.

Thank you, sensei.

Go to sleep kid.

The warm feeling on his chest was back, making it incredibly difficult for him not to smile.

"Thank you so much... Aizawa-sensei."


End of chapter 1/3!

This is a purely self-indulgent fic written late last night on my phone when I couldn't sleep. I love Shinso and I just want more works to be published about him that doesn't label him as a foster kid with an abused past, or as someone who's depressed and mentally ill :(

I just want Shinso to be happy! So this is basically going to be a simple, light-hearted story about the attempts of everyone in UA trying to find out why Eraserhead is so fond of him ^^