"-all in all, a successful first day!"
Hawks dearly, dearly wishes to bury his head in his hands. But he's got a pen in one hand and some paperwork that he really should be completing in the other and he'll be damned if the little brat who's practically his adopted brother ruins yet another official document.
He wants to point out that Kakashi's successfully alienated himself form all his peers, that he's painted himself as their biggest rival and an absolute ass all at once. But the little bastard probably already knows it; he is a genius after all.
Hell, he wouldn't be surprised to learn the kid slept through all of his classes… that or resorted to his questionable reading material. Does Hawks know it's questionable because he's read through some of it? Maybe so. Point stands that he really shouldn't be devouring the contents of those books so blatantly during High School classes.
Yeah, Hawks wants to point out a lot of things. But it's also Monday so it's sword practice day and he'd much rather do that then try and get the very thought of 'public relations' through Kakashi's head. That and-
"Alright, good to know you enjoyed yourself, Wonderboy! Let's get going then!"
Pretending he's as unbothered by things as Kakashi to get under the other's skin is just as much fun. He can see why the brat does it so often.
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Just like yesterday, the final member of their class strolls in late. Only… he's three hours late today.
Eijiro, well, Eijiro goggles over the sheer balls that takes. He'd never heard of the other guy before but, an afterschool google search had let him buff up on his mysterious classmate. One Hatake Kakashi, who had indeed graduated Middle School at the age of five. He'd been allowed to take the entrance exam (probably because they thought he wouldn't pass). Only, he had. Not that it'd been mentioned online but Aizawa-sensei had made it pretty clear he did (and top-score for a decade too; so manly!).
Kinda understandable they'd turn him away at the age of five, though why they wouldn't let him in when he was a bit closer to High School age, Eijiro doesn't have a clue. What he does know is the other guy's made loads of citizen arrests to the point crime rate in his neighbourhood has dropped substantially. Sooo manly! Though he'd kinda been hoping to catch the guy and talk to him yesterday, they'd all bee shuffled off for their interview with the support department, who double checked their measurements to make sure the costumes were spot on. Another thing he can't wait for! He's taking his first step to heroism here, to becoming a hero just like Crimson Riot.
They've got maybe ten minutes of English left before they break for lunch, it probably wasn't even worth Hatake's time turning up in all honesty. Both he and Present Mic (they're getting taught by heroes, how ridiculously cool is that?!) stare at each other. Though, is it a fair staring contest if one of them only has one eye on show? What's up with Hatake's other eye anyway? Is it to do with his quirk? Right now, he's the only one of the class who hasn't shown it off, thanks to his neat little dodge of the quirk assessment test.
"Maa, Present Mic-"
"Just answer the question on the board and sit down, you Hellion." Eijiro doesn't know the English that sensei has just used. In fact, the only one who does seem to be the chick that can make stuff from her body given her disapproving frown.
"Maa, sure!" Hatake approaches the board, casually selecting a stick of chalk (how old school!) and then proceeds to not only correct the sentence, but write three more in English waffle beneath it.
Right, graduated middle school at five years old; Hatake's probably fluent in English by now. That's how genii work, isn't it?
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The bell goes and Eijiro's up and out of his seat, making a bee-line for Hatake because the guy's not slipping away from his again. Not today.
"Hey man, wanna eat lunch with me today? You never really got a chance to chat with the rest of us yesterday!" Eijiro had made sure to talk to as many of his classmates as he could on his lunch break. Bakugo, the explosive one, had scoffed and stormed off on him but Eijiro will get there. He's probably got a gooey centre in there deep down… real deep down.
Hatake hums, head tilting to a side and sending that wild silver hair flopping over the headband that covered his eye. They're about the same height but, given the way Hatake slouches, Eijiro seems taller. He can live with that.
"Maa, sure. Need to learn everyone's names at some point."
"Well, I can certainly help you there!" Eijiro chirps, throwing one arm across Hatake's shoulders to begin hustling him to the lunch room, the other hand going from the handle of his backpack. "I've got nearly everyone in class memorised and I managed to talk to nearly half of them yesterday lunch alone. I'm your man for socialising."
Hatake blinks, or maybe he winks, it's hard to tell when there's only one eye to look at. But Eijiro will assume it's a blink unless he says otherwise.
Huh, he rather gets the feeling Hatake and him will be getting along soon enough. High school man, it feels good. So manly!
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Watching the redhead (Kirishima Eijiro, quirk: hardening, 170cm tall with nearly invisible black roots in his spikey hair) gawk at his empty plate, his masked face, and back again is just as satisfying in this world as it was in his previous one. Hell, the only people who've seen his face here are Hawks and Recovery Girl. Hawks because they've been 'raised together' (as much as being put through gruelling training regimes and relaxing when they can could be classified as being 'raised together') and Recovery Girl because you don't fuck with medics. Tsunade had been sure to beat that lesson into him long ago and it has stuck.
"Wha- what the hell! How did you do that so quick?!" Kirishima chokes, pointing his chopsticks right at Kakashi and all he can do is grin, single visible eye curving up in his signature 'I'm happy to be fucking with you' expression. Maa, kids; they're a joy, really. Aizawa is going about this teaching business all wrong. He needs to take a page out of Kakashi's book; throw them into a situation they think they can't handle and force the teamwork they'll need to get out of it.
That's another thing he has beef with in this universe; where is the emphasis on teamwork? A great deal of these heroes would be so much more efficient if they decided to work together to get the job done and there are plenty of quirks that would combo nicely. He'd even be willing to give them pointers on how to do it properly.
"I was hungry," Kakashi chimes, ruffling the thick bangs that fall over his ears. He'll need a trim soon, the usual kunai cut because, while he might have lived here for a decade and a half now, he's still not capable of letting someone get that close to his neck with a bladed weapon.
Hair-dressing scissors are a weapon and he won't be convinced otherwise.
"Soo manly! I didn't even see you move! So, a speed quirk?" Kirishima cocks his head to a side, a few grains of rice stuck to his cheeks and he's a hell of a lot cuter than genin Sakura intentionally tried to be; the brat in front of him is utterly oblivious to how adorable he looks too. Naaw. His friendly face will definitely win him a lot of fans when his career kicks off.
"Maa, something like that," Kakashi muses, waving the question away with a single, gloved palm, his pale fingers a shocking contrast to the dark leather.
"Sweet! We've got Hero Classes after lunch, so I guess you'll be able to show it all off there then!"
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The support department have done a good job with his costume. Not that they had much of a choice, what with the way he's haunted UA's staff for a decade. He does wonder if his outfit was made by the students who'd been around when he completed the entrance exam, or if it was done by the most recent batch. Not that it really matters; he'll probably find six or seven things wrong with it once they get going. He'd had to make adjustments to his ANBU uniform too.
Pulling up the final arm guard, Kakashi stares in the mirror, humming. It's almost like looking straight into the past; his ANBU gear with tanto sling over his shoulders, Inu mask balanced on one side of his head but not covering the little slip of face he does allow those around him to see.
"Done admiring yourself, Hatake?" One of the other boys teases and Kakashi hums, pressing his hands to his cheeks and swaying slightly,
"Maa, just making sure it captures my natural charisma." He flutters his lashes, gendering a few short chuckles from some of the others, disgruntled looks for another batch of them. While part of him had considered snooping, finding out just what the test is… well, if he can't best fifteen-year-old brats when flying by the seat of his pants, he might as well just throw in the towel right away. Plus, it's always funny to watch them try to figure out if he knows nothing today after knowing everything previously. The way their jaws hang down is always blatantly amusing.
"Well, this is it, gentlemen! Our first true step in hero training, our first leap towards realising our goals!" The one with the glasses that had shown interest in ripping into him this morning leaps up onto one of the benches, chopping the air with his arm as he continues a motivational speech. Kakashi looks, but he can't see any paper poking out of his pocket. Made up on the spot then? Kid must be sharp to have that ability. Though it's nowhere near as charismatic as what Naruto could manage. Man, now that kid could talk the talk; he'd have been suited to this world a hell of a lot better than Kakashi but what can ya' do? Only try his best to live up to Obito (old Obito, Obito before Madara got his claws into him), Minato-sensei and Naruto's ideals.
"You there! We are leaving now!"
Head tilting his head to a side, Kakashi jams a pinkie into his ear and stares blankly.
"Maa, did you say something?"
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To begin with, Momo had been… disappointed to be paired alongside Hatake. True, his background pointed towards an ideal partnership between the two of them, but what she'd seen of his attitude so far had proven… lacklustre. She's also less than pleased to have been selected for the villain side of things and, to top it all off, they're up against Todoroki. She'd seen him at the placement exams, knows what he can do. While Hatake… he's a mystery to her.
Or, he was.
In the ten minutes of time they'd been given to prepare, he'd asked for her ideas, listened to them and spoken only to improve the plan. When she'd suggested he deal with Todoroki given the poor match-up between the son of the Number Two and herself, Hatake had nodded, stating it wouldn't be a problem and that she could count on him. And when asked-
"Those who break the rules are trash. But those who abandon their teammates are worse than trash. You can count on me, Yaoyo-chan~" The little eye-smile that'd followed had sufficiently distracted her enough that she didn't think to question how exactly Hatake would deal with Todoroki.
As it turns out, she successfully predicted Todoroki's opening move of an ice-blast, one so cold the thermal boots she'd created them both do nothing. Luckily enough, Hatake is quick. Too quick.
She's in his arms and he's standing on the side of the wall as if it's the floor, looking utterly unbothered about keeping both himself and her from falling victim to gravity. She can feel the tight abs she's pressed against tensing and it is just a little distracting.
"Maa, better go welcome Ice Ice Baby, right?"
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It's Momo's job to wait with the bomb and deal with Shoji, should manage to slip past Hatake and Todoroki. That would be the wise thing to do, to send a teammate on ahead. But, given the conditions that they're in… Momo can't help but wonder if Todoroki had expected to one-shot this and power through.
So, she sets her traps and she listens on the comms as Hatake finds his opponent.
"A little cold for ice-armour, isn't it?" Something that sounds like creaking ice and the temperature drops a little more.
"Maa, so your quirk usage is good, Icy-kun. Still, less one. Taijutsu." A series of successive thumps so quick they seem to blend into one sound and a pained gasp that's not smooth enough to have come from Hatake's lungs.
"Lesson two, don't let the enemy get behind you. ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF DEATH!"
One thou- What on earth was that?