(A/N) No. 13'S HAIR IS # $%ing GREY?! NOT BROWN? I'm so sorry! I'm kind of a manga-only person (not by choice, but necessity), and I was only going off the bio page, which doesn't have color, so I did my best guess. From now on her hair is grey.
"He really expelled someone on the first day of school?" Izuku asked incredulously.
"Yeah! I said it was unfair, but he just said something about the world not being fair." Uraraka replied.
The two friends had decided to meet at a small cafe after their first day at UA and were telling each other how it went.
"But in the end the guy who went home kinda deserved it. He was a total creep." She said with a note of disdain, "I mean, how does a perv get into the hero course in the first place?"
"I don't know, but at least you don't have to worry about him anymore."
"Anyway, how was your first day, Midoriya?" She asked, her regular bubbly attitude returning.
"It was good. I met my homeroom teacher, then we went to the orientation assembly. It was so cool seeing so many pro heroes!"
"I wish I could have been there. I heard that 13 were supposed to be there. Is she teaching one of the classes? I would love to have her as a teacher."
Izuku looked at her with an innocent expression, before taking a long sip of his tea.
"Midoriya, what are you doing?" She asked, suspicious of the green teen.
"Oh, um, nothing, it's just that 13's my homeroom teacher." He said calmly, taking another sip of his tea.
"What?!"
Shouta sat in his office, finalizing the paperwork to expel Minoru Mineta from his class. With that done, he could finally take a nap.
"SHOUTA!" Screamed Hizashi Yamada, slamming open the door as he barged into Shouta's office.
Shouta, in response, let out a long deep sigh.
"Don't be like that! I just want to hear how the first day went. You expel your entire class again?" The voice hero said all this while taking a seat in one of the chairs, propping his feet on Shouta's desk.
With a (less hostile than usual) glare, Shouta addressed his old friend, "I only expelled one this time, the rest all show some potential. Some more than others."
Hizashi did nothing to contain his surprise, "WOAH! Really?! I think that's the nicest thing you've said about one of your classes!"
"Hmph." Was the only response he gave. With that, Shouta cocooned himself in his trademark sleeping bag, and promptly fell to the ground, small snores escaping his mouth.
The Next Day
Anan was preparing for the school day. She had made sure that all her students were signed up for their electives and had spent her time submitting the proper forms for them to be enrolled in their classes.
Right now, she was sitting at her desk to prepare for the first day of said classes. She recalled when she was a student here. Sure, she was in the Hero Course, but she would think that the general experience would be the same. It was high school, after all, with or without the superpowers.
As her students began to trickle in, they were excitedly talking about their classes.
They eventually quilted down as the bell rang, all of them taking their seats.
"All right everyone, so here's how today will work, as well as every other day. For the first half of the day, you'll stay in here and the other teachers will come here to teach you your core class. Those will be English with Present Mic, Modern Literature with Cementoss, Mathematics with Ectoplasm, and finally Modern Art History with Midnight."
"After those classes, you'll break for lunch. After that you will go to separate classrooms for your Electives, then you'll meet back here for the end of the day. Any questions."
Most students were asking questions about how to navigate the school or other things. Izuku was already mapping out how to schedule his academic studies with his workout schedule. He already memorized the school's layout by reading the Student Handbook, so he didn't need to ask for help with that.
Let's see, if I work efficiently, I might be able to finish most of my assignments at school, either in class, depending on how much time's left at the end, lunch if I work while I eat, or at the end of the day in homeroom since it's practically set up like a study hall. For classes like self-defense, I could probably incorporate that into my preexisting workout, maybe even look up some additional techniques, I might be able to ask the instructor about it. Now I just have to wait for the classes to see how difficult the course work will be so I can decide what I need to prioritize. Maybe I can talk to Uraraka about working on or homework together.
Everyone else in the classroom was slightly freaked out by the sheer amount of information that was pouring out of Izuku's mouth in such a short amount of time, and without taking a single breath.
Before any of them could say anything, the bell rang, and Kurose-Sensei made her leave. Waving to her colleagues as she passed.
Hizashi was pumped! It was the first day for the new batch of General Studies kids. Maybe this year he'll get some of them to shout 'YEAH' back when he greets them before it's summertime.
He threw the door open and strutted into the room with as much panache as he could, and he saw some of the students startle at his theatrics.
"HEY THERE LITTLE LISTENERS! WELCOME TO ENGLISH CLASS" He yelled out in English, "From now on, we'll only be using English, so can I get a YEAH!"
He always loved how they gave him either blank stares, or the ones that had a little knowledge looked spooked by the last part. But before he could tell them he was kidding…
"YEAH! Oh my gosh, you're Present Mic: The Voice Hero. I tune into 'Put Your Hands Up Radio' every Friday night! The fact that you don't air ads is so awesome! You're so cool!" A boy with curly green hair called back.
In fluent English, without any hint of an accent.
He even used slang terms!
AND HE SAID 'YEAH' BACK!
Hizashi was stunned for a second, and so were the other students, who were slowly turning to look at the boy.
A wide smile split across the Radio Host's face.
"Well thanks, little listener! But I was kidding about the 'English-Only' rule, so you can calm down."
The boy seemed to deflate a little at that, voicing a small apology.
"Don't be sorry, it's fine! But with that let's get through introductions so we can get this show on the road!"
Hizashi made a small mental note when the boy introduced himself as Izuku Midoriya.
Nemuri was enjoying herself; she had a whole new year of students to tease! The second years were pretty used to her antics by now, so she couldn't get a rise out of most of them, and third years either had work studies, preparations for college, or were too panicked about passing all their classes to be aware of her.
But the unprepared first years had no way of knowing what they were in for
Right now, it was class 1C's turn to feel the heat!
"Are you ready to be ~educated~ kiddies?" She asked with a sultry tone at the end.
Most of the boys looked embarrassed as the R Rated Heroine walked through the door, while most of the girls looked surprised by her choice of apparel.
She strides over to the desk and sat on top, crossing her legs seductively.
"Now, let's get better ~acquainted~, shall we?"
Thus began one of 1C's most awkward periods. A few times she could hardly stop herself from laughing as the students stated their names, either trying to overcome the woman's 'charms' by sheer willpower or by looking anywhere but near her.
Eventually they got into the lesson of the day.
"So, who can tell me, why does art matter?"
Silence. Nobody dared move a muscle, less they would be poached by the alluring huntress that was their teacher.
"Nobody knows, hm? I guess I'll just have to pick someone myself then."
She scoped out the students, seeing who she could embarrass the most. She found her target.
"You, Greenie." The boy in question let out a small squeak, like a mouse that was just caught by a cat. "Can you tell me why art is important in today's society?"
The boy looked thoughtful for a moment, before speaking.
"B-because art can show us ideas. Even th-though most art is open to interpretation, it can cause us to consider new ideas, point of views, and different angles on events or concepts. It can also be used to show emotion, and how the artist feels about themselves, events, or an object. S-so, I think art is supposed to tell us what words can't. O-or at least that's what I think?" He finished unsurely, slowly hunching as he finished.
That was a surprisingly deep and introspective answer, that Nemuri was not expecting from the meek looking boy. Minus the stuttering, it was a great response.
"Uh, yes. Very insightful…" she glanced at the seating chart, "Midoriya."
Shouta needs a damn coffee.
And the fastest way to get said coffee was to go to the faculty lounge, where the high-end coffee maker was located.
Unfortunately, the faculty lounge was also where other people could be located.
Shouta decided that his need for caffeine was greater than his need to be alone at the moment, so he made his way to the lounge after he finished some paperwork in his office.
As he opened the door, he was greeted by the voices of his coworkers, who were happily chatting about how the first half of the day was going.
"So how are yer guy's classes so far?" Snipe asked while brewing some tea.
"It's good," Ectoplasm replied from his spot at one of the tables, "I still had some students put off by my appearance, but most of them were polite. How about you guys?"
"My classes were awesome! The looks on their faces when I walk in talking in English is priceless" Hizashi proclaimed.
"And their reactions to my lecture were ~pleasing~, to say the least." Nemuri called out next to Hizashi.
"YO! How was your class, Shouta?!" The DJ called out to the new arrival.
"Irrational and headache inducing. I need coffee." He drawled as he trudged over to the machine that he wanted.
"Come now Aizawa, they aren't that bad," Cementoss said as he was drinking his tea, "sure some of 1A are… eccentric, but they seem like good kids so far."
"Hmph." Was the reply that was given.
Suddenly the door opened, and a mass of muscles and smiles known as All Might squeezed through the frame.
"Greetings my colleagues! I am," sudden the man deflated in a puff of smoke, "here."
"Hey, All Might." No. 13 called from her spot on one of the lounge's couches, she was currently looking at possible schedules for rescue training at the USJ.
"Please Kurose-San, I've told you, you all can just call me Yagi when I'm in this form."
The Symbol of Peace made his way over to the kettle next to Snipe.
"So, you pumped for your first Heroics class Al- Yagi-San?" Hizashi asked.
"Of course!" The man said with a smile reminiscent of his iconic one, "I just hope I'm able to do as good a job as all of you've been doing so far!"
Finally, Shouta's coffee finished, so he took both his drink and his leave.
Lunch Rush loved his job. Because he got to help people both as a pro hero, and as a cook.
He lived for the look on the student's faces when they dig into his food.
Sure, he's not very good at combat, but fighting villains isn't why he wanted to be a hero.
He became a hero to help feed the hungry.
So, when Nedzu approached him with the opportunity to help fuel the next generation of heroes, inventors, and leaders, how could he refuse?
He may not be the most popular, or that well-known in general, but-
"Excuse me?"
Lunch Rush was brought out of his musings by someone in line for lunch.
It was a lean boy with green hair, who looked kind of plain.
"Yes, how can I help you? Is there something wrong with your food?" He asked.
The boy's eyes widened a bit.
"Oh! No, I was just wondering if I could get your autograph," the boy asked as he brought out a small notebook, "You're one of my favorite heroes!"
The smile the boy gave the Cook Hero could only be described as BRIGHT. He was honestly speechless for a second.
A student knew who he was on the first day?
And he wants an autograph?
He's someone's favorite?!
"Uh, yeah! I'd love to give you an autograph!" He said as he took the boy's book and a pen.
He looked at the provided pages, and it had a (very well done) sketch of him, as well as some pretty detailed information, it even had bits on the soup kitchens and charities he sponsored.
At the bottom of the page with the sketch was a blank space with a line, so he wrote his hero name there.
"Thank you so much!" The boy said as he took the notebook back.
"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy your food kid!"
With that the boy left with a tray of food.
Lunch Rush loved his job.
(A/N) Okay, so that's the first half of the day. Next, I'm going to be going over the Electives in greater detail, so I wanted to make that stuff its own chapter.
Also, I wanted to ask you guys about this story's pairing. I originally didn't have one planned, but then I kind of unconsciously started writing IzuOcha. I didn't fully intend this, so I want to leave that decision up to you guys. So, if you have any ideas for a pairing (that makes sense in this story) then write a review, or even PM me. I try to check my inbox pretty regularly, so there's a good chance I'll get back to you in less than a day.
I also had some more story ideas. I'm probably not going to write any of them for a couple of months, not until I hit any snags with this one, but soon I want to ask those interested which story they would want first. I'm trying to make a list of titles and brief descriptions, so expect this soon.
I'm pretty sure this is my longest Author's Note to date, so sorry if you're the kind of person who doesn't enjoy these, but I get lonely, and this is the few ways I can get people to interact with me without having to pretend to be interested in something I don't care about.