—Chapter 2—

All Might continued to visit me in the hospital, and within a few short days I was discharged. The hero's decided to send me to a near by school, that way they could keep an eye on me. I had no family. I was told both my parents were killed during the kidnapping when I was a child. A terrible truth, but I had no choice but to accept it and move on. I barely knew them anyway, as bitter as that sounded it was true. Many of the pro hero's worked at U.A. and even considered it a second home. None of the students were told of my circumstances, in fact the media had been kept out of the entire situation. Thanks of course to the hero's and detective Tsukauchi.

I gripped tightly to my suitcase. A friend of All Might, Aizawa, had bought me a few sets of clothing and some school supplies. I was told he would be my new teacher and help me master my unwanted quirks. In addition All Might had given me a journal to express my feelings, in hopes of helping me through my trauma. So far I had only written facts about myself. Back in my cell I was simply referred to as weapon 229B. My real name is Izuku Midoriya. I am sixteen years old. I am going to become a hero.

As I stepped into the common room of the class1-A dorms I noticed the lack of people. I suppose they had purposely chosen a time when people were in class for me to move in. I walked down the spacious hallway and stopped at the door marked Izuku Midoriya. I noticed my name was the second one on the sign. All the other dorms only had a single name. I recalled the principal, Nezu, informing me of their lack of space. I was to share a room at least until they could find another living situation or a dorm opened up. The name above mine read, Shoto Todoroki.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the dorm. It was definitely more spacious than my last home. Well I suppose it wasn't really a home. I set my suitcase on the plain gray fold out couch against the wall. 'My own bed! Well couch that folds into a bed!' I couldn't help a smile forming on my lips. I had a home. I shrugged off my yellow backpack and pulled out my phone, another gift from All Might. I pressed on his contact.

"Midoriya?"

"All Might!"

"How is everything! How do you like your room? I apologize for the fact that you have to share it."

"It's wonderful really! I can't remember the last time I had a real bedroom."

"I'm glad you like it. Remember I'm just a phone call away if you ever need me kid."

"Thank you again All Might."

"You'll do great Midoriya, your roommates is the child of a colleague of mine. He's quite but I'm sure he will warm up to you in no time."

"I hope so."

I hung up and set my phone back in my backpack. I sat down on the couch and hugged my knees to my chest. My life was finally turning around. So why did I still feel so broken deep inside. The news about my parents being dead had barely shocked me earlier. I suppose after so many years of torment I had forgotten I even had parents. I had survived so much and yet I still didn't quite feel alive. Like an empty shell. The memories of screaming and broken bodies made it hard to sleep at night, even with a real bed. I pushed myself up and walked into the small bathroom that connected to the dorm. Pulling off my thin long sleeved shirt I took in my reflection. My body was mostly healed, but deep scars littered my skin. My stomach caved in on itself from years of starvation. My dark green hair was long a wild, covering my deep green eyes. Despite my disheveled appearance, I smiled. My scars ran deeper than what people could see, but after all those people had risked their lives for me, I had to at least pretend I wasn't so broken. I couldn't let them see that all their efforts were for nothing.

A slamming door caught my attention as I stepped out of the bathroom. A tall boy with half white half red hair stood by the doorway. His eyes were dazzling. They were heterochromatic, one a deep brown, and the other a piercing blue.

"You must be Midoriya." He held out his right hand and I flinch out of habit.

"Y-yes." I shook his hand, hoping he hadn't noticed.

"Is everything ok?" His eyes scanned over me, most likely taking in my battered skin.

"I-of course. U-um you must be T-todiroki." I stammered as my cheeks flushed.

"Todiroki Shoto." He smiled slightly and walked over to his bed. I watched as he set his backpack down and took off his uniform jacket.

"Mr. Aizawa told me to let you know you can pick up your uniform in his office. I can take you there if you would like."

"O-oh yeah. Thank you Todiroki-kan." I pulled the black sweatshirt from my suitcase over my head and hugged my body as I waited for Shoto to change into his regular cloths.

"What are the gloves for?"

"O-oh my gloves. I um haven't quite mastered my quick yet so they help me not destroy anything."

"That makes sense." With that he led me out of the dorm room and down the hall. I noticed several students lounging in the common room as we walked in. A boy with spiky blond hair argued with a muscular red head as he poured hot sauce into a bowl of ramen. Something about the first boy looked extremely familiar, but I couldn't quite figure out why. On the couch sat two girls watching a movie that seemed to be about love. The one with short brown hair and wide eyes had her head laying on the the shoulder of the other. Suddenly a tall boy with rectangular glasses speed towards me.

"You must be the new student! My name is Tenya Iida, I am the class representative. If you need anything at all just let me know." I instinctively cowered slightly at the boy and all eyes in the room fell on us.

"If there is nothing of importance, we need to get to Mr. Aizawa's office to pick up Midoriya's uniform." Shoto said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. He tenderly took my hand and pulled me out of the room.

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