The students chattered excitedly, as they waited cheerfully for their teacher to enter the classroom. It was the first day of school in UA, and they were really excited to see who their teacher was. UA had a very good record of hero students, since most of the kids got their provisional licences within their first year. Not to mention, there was an exception when all forty students in one of the year groups graduated, forming their own agencies and becoming overwhelmingly successful within a few months of starting operations.

It did help that one of the hero classes had been attacked, and that there was another incident where both classes were attacked on some training camp; that had immediately increased their popularity and fame once they graduated.

Some of the students were fooling around, not noticing a lavender haired man dressed in a black jumpsuit walked into the room without even announcing his presence. He had a capture weapon wrapped around his neck that hid a metallic mask underneath, and the man just sat down by the teacher's table.

It took a good ten minutes for someone to notice him, and the students shrieked, "Wait! When did he get here?!"

The class immediately fell silent, as the rest of the students noticed the lavender haired man sitting at the teacher's table, and the man chuckled, "Took you long enough to notice me."

The man stood up, grinning smugly, "My name's Shinsou Hitoshi. I'm going to be the homeroom teacher for 1-A. Now, why don't we all head down to the PE Grounds so we can see what you're all made of?"

A girl with black hair styled in an undercut that was dyed teal at the top of her bangs raised her hand, "Uh... Shinsou-sensei? Don't we have an assembly for some introductory speech?"

Shinsou glanced at his file briefly, making sure he got the right student, "Yasutake Kyokou, right? Those are, frankly, a waste of time. An introductory speech isn't going to help you be a hero. The principal is most likely going to be welcoming you to UA, talking about basic rules, which I will talk about later, and spending the rest of the time talking about his fur and the importance of self care. I just summarised it for you. Now, all of you, PE Grounds, now. I'm giving you five minutes."

Shinsou stood up and headed towards the door as his students protested in shock, before smugly grinning, "If you keep complaining, I'm going to make it two minutes."

The blonde tapped his foot impatiently. He knew that Nezu liked to make lengthy speeches; he had been a student in the hero course, but still, sometimes he just wished Nezu stopped talking about his fur so that they could all go back to the classrooms. It was hot, standing outside in the sun, and there were times he really did wonder how on earth Nezu could stand the heat with all that fur.

Nezu finally ended his speech, dismissing all the first year classes back to their classrooms, except for 1-A, who had, once again, skipped the introductory speeches.

Maybe Shinsou did have the right idea, following in Aizawa's footsteps and skipping the introductory speech.

The blonde stood in front of his class, "I'm Monoma Neito, and I'm going to be your homeroom teacher."

A student raised with shoulder-length periwinkle haird raised her hand, "Monoma-sensei, why wasn't 1-A at the introductory speech."

Monoma grinned, "Well, obviously they think their better than us, so they can skip it. So we're going to show them all that our class, 1-B, is better than 1-A! Are you all with me!"

"YEAH!" The entirity of 1-B cheered.

1-C just sat in their seats, fidgiting nervously. Apparently, they didn't have a homeroom teacher. Uravity, the Lifestyle Guidance Counselor, had been the one to bring them back to their classroom, though she had left soon after to go back to her office.

"Sir, I don't know about this... I'm only good at analysing quirks..."

"Ah, don't worry about it. You'll be fine." Nezu's voice rang out, from the hallway, "You've always wanted to be a teacher, didn't you?"

Nezu literally pushed a green haired man into the classroom. The greenette was, oddly enough, wearing a white shirt that had "pants" written on it, and a pair of black sweatpants.

"I can't teach, Sir. You know that." The man replied, and Nezu chuckled, "You already have your teacher's license."

"Sir, having the license is different from having any practical experience. And I just got it a week ago." The man countered, but Nezu just walked out of the classroom, "This is now your class! Have fun!"

The green haired man sighed, before turning to the class, who were just staring at him.

"Uh..." The greenette stuttered, nearly shouting, "MY NAME'S MIDORIYA IZUKU! I GO BY THE HERO NAME DEKU!"

Immediately, the class flew into chaos.

"WAIT? THE DEKU!? THE FIRST EVER QUIRKLESS HERO!?"

"I'M A HUGE FAN!"

Midoriya immediately froze up from all the positive attention, before bowing at a perfect ninety degrees, "THANK YOU FOR HAVING ME HERE!"

All the students sweatdropped, and a girl with long, black and white ears and a pair of matching wings stood up, "Sir... I think we should be the ones saying that... It's an honour to have you as a teacher."

"Ah... thank you..." Midoriya flipped through a gigantic folder, "Your name is... Namioka Aracii, right? Thank you for the compliment, Namioka."

Aracii nodded, "Yes, sir... though I prefer to be called Aracii rather than by my last name."

"Ah... I'll keep that in mind." Midoriya shakily nodded, pulling out his laptop, "Uh... Can you guys just... uh... hang around for five minutes? Let me finish something first... you talk amongst each other, or you can use your phones to listen to music or... something... just... please don't be too loud..."

"Yes, sir!" 1-C replied, before turning around to talk to each other gleefully.

"Oh my god! I never would have imagined!"

"We're being taught by Deku!"

"THIS IS SO COOL!"

"SHHH! You're too loud!"

"No, you're being too loud!"

"No, you!"

"No, you!"

"Ah... almost done..." Midoriya spoke up, furiously typing on his laptop, before he slamming it shut, and ran out of the classroom, "Please behave yourselves for a minute! I need to go to the teacher's lounge to get something!"

"Yes sir!"

Uraraka laughed as she passed Midoriya the forms he had just printed out, "So, Deku... how's your first five minutes of being a teacher?"

"I have fans!" Midoriya whisper-yelled, "I didn't think... so many of them would like me..."

Todoroki rolled his eyes, "Midoriya, we've been working as official heroes for eight years already. When we just graduated from here five years ago, you were already in the top twenty heroes, eleventh. You do know that you already have a lot of fans."

Todoroki wasn't actually a teacher in UA, but he did pop in from time to time to act as Shuzenji's assistant, using his ice quirk to create ice packs and his fire side to create some heat in order to soothe tender muscles. Uraraka had joked once that Todoroki could take up a side job as a masseuse.

"I know... I'm just being nervous..." Midoriya sighed, "I'll just... go back to class now. I hope the kids are well behaved."

Midoriya entered the classroom, and started handing out the forms, "Alright... can you guys just fill this in? And please, answer truthfully, the only person who will be seeing this is me."

1-C immediately quietened down, and pocketed their phones, before obediently taking their pencil cases out and started filling in the form.

The classroom was eerily silent, and Midoriya fished out his phone; he didn't really like the silence.

Broccoli: HITO!

Purple Cat: So I heard from Ura.

Purple Cat: How's your first ten minutes as a teacher, Izu?

Purple Cat: Having fun?

Broccoli: I have fans.

Purple Cat: Told you it wouldn't be so bad.

Broccoli: You can't say anything. You've only been teaching for a year!

Purple Cat: That's one more year than you.

Midoriya just frowned; he had dug himself into that one. Shinsou always had been good at quick retorts.

Aracii raised her hand, "Sir... what is this question?"

Midoriya looked up briefly, "Oh, just answer it. I'll talk about it later."

It took a few more minutes until the class was ready to hand in their forms, and Midoriya promptly stood up, going around the classroom to collect them. He moved back to the front of the classroom, and quickly flipped through all the replies.

Midoriya's eyes glinted, and he let out a soft smile, "I guess we're all on the same page, huh?"

Much to everyone's shock, in a quick, sharp motion, Midoriya crumpled all the forms into a ball. Before anyone could protest, Midoriya swiftly pulled out a lighter and set the crumpled ball of forms on fire. He watched as the paper transitioned from white to black, slowly turning to ashes, and clenched his fist snuffing out the flame.

"... sir?" A boy with four hands spoke up, and Midoriya turned to him smugly, "Kawanabe Jikai. I did say that the only one who would see these would be me. And now, no one can ever see them."

The atmosphere had changed. Midoriya was no longer a stuttering mess, and his posture had straightened up, practically oozing confidence.

Midoriya turned to face the class, a confident smirk on his face, "Well, all of you tried out for the hero course, and didn't get in, right? And all of you want to be heroes, based on your answer to the question Aracii brought up just now?"

The class just remained silent, stunned at the sudden change in attitude from their teacher, before Midoriya grinned cheekily, "Well, how would you like to beat the hero course at their own game?"

Before anyone could reply, Midoriya continued, "As you probably know, this year, there have been some changes regarding the usage of quirks. Starting in high school, all students, hero course or not, will have sessions reserved solely for training their quirks, both to ensure that they don't lose control in a moment of panic, and for self defence. This society is too reliant on heroes, and many people often forget that they can use quirks to defend themselves in the event that they are attacked. Which is pretty stupid. Either way, whether you become a hero or not, you're going to be potential targets in the furute. Everyone is, in some way. So homeroom lessons for the non-hero course students are reserved for quirk usage, unless other matters crop up."

Midoriya raised his head, "I've looked through all your quirks, and frankly speaking, it doesn't matter what your quirk is. Anyone can become a hero, and anyone can become a villain, something that this messed up, quirk-obsessed society has yet to learn. There have also been changes to UA's hero classes. Each class can have up to twenty five students, though, for obvious reasons, each class starts off with twenty students so the teachers aren't driven crazy in the first week."

All the students snickered at the statement, as Midoriya grinned, "So, as you can tell... more people can be transfered into the hero course. The option to practise using support items are also granted to general education students, though these can only be used in school under the supervision of a teacher."

Midoriya sat down on his desk, "So... I'm just going to set few grounds rules. You can eat in during my lessons for all I care, just clean up after yourselves. And please, no chips or any other noisy food. You can use your phones in class to listen to music if you're doing work, or if you've finished all your work, you can use them for whatever, social media, games, I couldn't care less. All I want is for you to give your all during whatever training sessions I put you through, and for your grades to be decent enough that you don't need extra lessons. If you're struggling in class but you don't want to approach your subject teacher, you can come to me instead. So, that's it."

"Now." Midoriya's eyes glinted again, and he stood up, "Let's all go to Ground Omega, and see what these quirks of yours are truly capable of!"