Royce was inspired by once aspect of All for One. If you get it, you get a cookie.
"And this is Royce, a young man from the United States. Please make him feel welcome."
Royce cringed as their teacher placed a hand on his shoulder, a rush of sticky pride flooded his skin and soul. It was a gross sense of entitlement and ownership. it was gross. Walking away to the a seat by a green haired boy, Royce barely managed to sit in his seat before a boy with blonde hair and nasty expression said. "What's your quirk?"
It was so blunt and cold, he was sort of stunned but answered none the less. "A form of empathy, that is all you are getting."
"... I know you all want to go to the Hero track!" The sudden burst of sound from the idiots around him made Royce cringe even more.
Annoyed, he let out a blast of energy that stemmed everyone's emotions, a numbing trick he enjoyed using. They all dropped their quirks, their eyes dulling as they all turned to face him. "What, you are annoying. Most of you will never be heroes, you lack intelligence or power." he turned to a green haired boy with a sadness about him, literally so. An aura of intense emotion filled with a thick potency of despair. However, he also felt bravery and warmth, a wealth of compassion so intense he could not help but smile. "You'd be a great hero, only you have an ounce of compassion among this group."
Several people started to laugh, but one boy the one that asked about his quirk, snarled. "He has no quirk, he's a worthless Deku he can't be a Her-"
"You're an idiot." They all gaped. "Most heroes have weak powers, that requires tools to properly use. No one is perfect. This kid has more kindness, love and heart in him aura than all of you put together. That is what you need to be a hero, no power could ever replicate that. Hell, I'll help him to be a hero if I have to. Spite drives me, and I would love to prove you all wrong." He turned to the boy. "What's your name?"
"Izuku Midoriya."
"Meet met after class, I'll show you how to fight, and work out. Get your skinny butt gaining some muscles."
The boy beamed. "Really?"
Laughing, Royce nodded. "You seem sweet, I would love to help you. Now, sensei, why don't we do something useful and start class."
And so they did, but everyone looked at him with some measure of doubt, fear and in one case... hate.
Which only made him want to help Izuku all the more.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.