So, this is a short one that I wasn't sure how to go about? But decided on this anyway.

Wonderland Tea Party: Hah, sorry for the heart-ache, but I am planning on doing a full fic of it! =D

Oh and about that last one - I really liked the idea and so did a few people, so I'm going to be making an actual fic about Spy!Shinso AU thingy. Soon actually, so I might focus more on it than on this one. Hope you won't mind that ^^"

Read, review and enjoy~

It was strange, leaving his old, boring and slow life in exchange for a new, more loud and wild one.
A good kind of strange.

"Nervous?" Yamada asked as he looked at Hitoshi sitting in the backseat.

"No," was the quick and dry reply.

"Well don't be – I'm sure you'll fit right in!" Hizashi didn't miss a beat as they neared UA.

"They're all crazy and insane!" Shinso threw his hands in the air, disbelieving.

"Not all of them – just most."

"You're not making me feel better…"

"Go on, Shota's already in class," Hizashi nudged the kid in the back, giving a thumbs up. "Knock em dead! Not, literally of course."

"Bye Uncle," Hitoshi sighed and made his way down the hall. He almost automatically went for his old, General Studies place, but managed to get his feet into the different direction. Towards the Class A rom. It was weird, walking down these halls alone, but he relished in it. He'd make this feeling his own.

As he reached the door, he could hear Aizawa talking, some students chatting back. With a deep breath, Shinso knocked and opened the door, forcing his face into it's usual passive expression.

"Morning," he said as he entered and had to work hard not to let a grin come to his face at the shocked and surprised looks on the other kids.

"Oh, today?" Shota said, blinking at him. Hitoshi couldn't blame him – Eraser's been working like a madman for the past three days.

"Yeah," the boy said back and saw the teacher sigh.

"Alright class this is-,"

"That brainwashing dude!" Kirishima called, though he looked excited. Shinso flinched as they all shared a look and started talking. Midoriya gave him a sympathetic look and Ojiro is giving him a half-glare.

"Quiet!" Shota didn't even have to yell for them all to fall silent and turn back. "From today on, Hitoshi Shinso is your classmate. He got transferred from General Studies, so he is behind, but don't think he won't climb up the ranks. After all, this class seems to specialize in that," Aizawa explained in short, never actually looking at the new kid.

"You got a free spot next to Tokoyami – take it and prepare for class," he added, turning to face the newcomer. To anyone else, he looked as tired as ever, but Hitoshi could see the small smile in his eyes.

"Right," was all he said before walking to his assigned seat.

"What, no proper introduction?" Denki asked, looking at the transfer student.

"We're not into formalities," both Shinso and Aizawa said simultaneously and everything seemed to stop for a second.

Hitoshi dropped his bag and sat down, shoulders hunched and staring out the window. From what he was able to tell, he was on the 'silent' and 'calm' side of the classroom, so it was something. Though he wondered how much longer that'd last.

"And that's it – class dismissed. Don't forget you have an English test today," Shota finished up, closing his notebook. The students packed quickly to get to the next room so they could start early. Only a few took it slow.

"Hey, Hitoshi right?" he looked up and saw Izuku standing there albeit nervously.

"Yeah?" behind him, he saw Iida and Uraraka.

"Welcome to our class!" Midoriya laughed and offered a hand.

Shinso stared at it for a few seconds, before closing his eyes and letting out a small laugh. This kid… This class. It's strange. A good strange.

"Thanks," he said back and took the offered hand. From the corner of his eye, he could see Shota smiling as he readied to leave.

"Bye Eraser!" they called as they made their way out of the room.

"Good luck on your test."

"Yeah, thanks dad- Zawa!" Hitoshi started off simply, but fear took him by storm as he fumbled the last bit of letters to try and save the situation. Everyone froze as Shinso looked embarrassed, eyes glued to the ground.

"Did you just-?" Ochaco asked, blinking.

"No!" Hitoshi said far too quickly, panic in his eyes. "I mean, no…"

"You called him 'dad'?" Tenya moved his glasses further up his eyes.

"No, I called him Aizawa," Shinso started walking, trying to avoid the situation.

"I don't think that's what you called him…"

"Shut it will you? We got a test!"

"If there is something wrong, you can tell us. As class President it is my duty to assist in any way possible."

"Thanks, but no thanks… I'm good."

"Still, it was a bit odd…"

Shota waited and listened as the kids walked away, and couldn't help but smile. It may not be perfect; it probably might take a while… but Hitoshi seemed to be fitting in rather well. That's good. It's about time he let someone in his inner circles.

"…Mic you better not play favorites,"Aizawa frowned as he recalled how enthusiastically Yamada had been teaching Shinso all kinds of different languages. They're going to have to treat him like any other student now, so that's a challenge for them. He just hoped stuff like that or habits from home won't make it into school on a regular basis.