Karin rubbed her temples as she was struck by another headache racked her mind making thinking quite difficult.
She really was getting too old for this if she couldn't deal with staring at a computer for longer than half an hour.
Closing her laptop Karin blindly felt around for her thermos and took a sip of her laced drink, the crushed meds only made the coffee worse but necessary to use her quirk without a four-hour migraine attached.
Normally a touch of pain like this was easy enough to push through but her aging body had been growing weaker lately and there was only so long that she could push off the inevitable, logically she could probably continue for another couple of years as a teacher if she could just switch off her quirk.
But there would be no way to track down all the devices she used her quirk on and therefore impossible to turn off her quirk without blockers she was now allergic to, late-developed allergies were a major pain in the ass.
Karin's head calming she stood up and strolled out of the filling staff break room and down to the shared office to find the speckled squirt where she saw him on the cameras.
She'd have to give the little pain props for actually reading up on the kids, something so simple that it shouldn't be a damn accomplishment but her junior colleagues had somehow made it one.
Aizawa, the brunette eye-ball kid, had set a new low by not even looking at the kids folders and just judging them by their performance in the entrance exams, and he had the gall to say the exams were unfair when he didn't even do any research about any of his brats.
The pupper at least had been able to give him the wake-up call he needed last term when that Miyake kid was "discovered" to be from the South Side.
Karin rolled her eyes at that with a scoff, as if that was hard to figure out, she might have not patrolled the Niigata beat for decades but she'd have to be blind, deaf and stupid to not see the kid was from the slums there, much less read the kid's file.
Unfortunately most of her junior colleagues hadn't had the pleasure of working somewhere like that otherwise they would've figured it out on sight like she, Yogi and Wakana had, and she could have forgiven that but not one of them seemed to have the brain to figure out they needed to read the kids files instead of taking their homeroom teacher's word for it that the kids were fine.
Entering the room she walked past the herd of business folk and over to where Speckles was, the brat was busy mumbling as he wrote in a notebook and Karin planned to sneak a glance but the kid snapped it shut almost instantly throwing her a smile "Bullet-San." Speckles greeted.
Karin huffed crossing her arms, she probably should've expected a normie had better awareness than her colleagues, especially one as deeply mixed up with criminals as Speckles is.
"I see you've actually read the files the rat dug up for you, Speckles." Karin commented throwing a side look to her borderline comatose junior colleague under the desk next to her.
Speckles either didn't catch her shade or was willfully ignoring it "Yes, Nezu-San was very thorough in gathering what I asked him for." Speckles confirmed with a nod placing away his notebook.
"Good, then I shouldn't need to introduce you to my brats." Karin replied turning around and walking out of the room, the sound of the boy following her was clear enough so she didn't bother to stop and merely continued on to 1-A.
*At least Speckles is quicker on the up keep. * Karin mused in her head glancing at the boy speed walking to easily keep pace with her longer stride.
The path to 1-A was short and Karin burst into the room, the brats inside jumping nearly as high as they did when she did it yesterday making her scowl deeper, they'd need to get used to it fast but it served its purpose of getting all fifteen teens attention on her as she took her place behind the podium.
The more curious ones risked a glance at Speckles likely wondering who he was since they hadn't seen him yesterday when Nezu was introducing the staff, however a well placed slap to her podium brought their wandering eyes back to her.
"This is Midoriya, he is my teaching assistant. You'll refer to him as Deku-San and I expect you brats to give him the same respect you'll give me, am I clear?" Karin questioned getting a quick series of nods and 'yes sensei's' despite most of them being surprised by Speckles' chosen title.
"Good," she muttered "Now, since we have about half an hour until I can ship you lot off to Kan let's go over what your first heroics lesson will entail so you won't completely muck it up." she said grabbing a tablet and though she had to squint brought up the premade program.
"The first lessons won't be as glamorous as you'd hoped, for obvious reasons no one with a brain would let untrained and volatile teens loose to fight on the first day unless they wanted a law-suit." Karin dryly explained, very glad they'd changed the curriculum from her own time decades ago.
"Today you put on your first costume drafts, these will be made according to your submitted requests but given your lack of experience these costumes are more than likely to have at least one problem with them." Karin informed them.
"And that is what we'll be looking for today, Kan, Deku, and myself will be going over possible flaws in the design of these first costumes. First you'll just walk around in them and then do a small obstacle course with some of the basic things you'll need to do in these costumes, possibly some light sparring with myself and Kan for those of you that haven't made something disastrous." Karin further detailed for them, and judging from the look in some of their eyes the only reason they weren't groaning was because they knew she wouldn't stand for it.
"And do remember that while U.A. doesn't want to put a curve on your 'creativity', the teachers will have the final say about whether your costumes are too much of a hazard to yourself or others and we'll scrap any costume that is judged so." she said perhaps a bit waspishly.
"Yes Sensei." The class choired.
"Good, and before the lesson starts you'll each be given a questionnaire to fill out about your costume, its performance compared to how you thought it would do and how it's actually like wearing it, things you might not have thought about before and would like to add or remove. You must fill them out completely and hand them back at the end of the lesson." Karin said.
Then she glanced at her watch scowling when she saw how much longer it would take for Heroics to start.
"Now then seeing as you seem so distracted by Deku here I'll let you lot ask him three questions before a quiet reading period." Karin told them, and almost instantly one of the girl's hands shot up "Yes Haku?" Karin asked.
"What is Deku-Sensei's hero name?" the blonde girl asked, and Speckles rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.
"Actually I'm not a professional hero Haku, there are no rules at U.A. that say a teacher must be a hero or have retired from heroics." Speckles politely answered causing more than a few of the brats to give him the side eye.
"Next question, Akiko?" Karin said pointing to the glasses wearing boy in the back.
"Why are you teaching the hero course if he isn't a hero?" Akiko questioned.
Speckles smiled "Well, I wasn't planning it but Nezu-San made me a very good offer. If you meant how I'm qualified, well then it is because I have three years of relevant experience around the field and six college degrees that are related to heroics in addition to my E.M.T. certification." Speckles replied shocking most of the class.
"Okay last question so make it good." Karin prompted knocking on the podium, then picked one of the two that hadn't asked yet "Kita."
"What kind of intelligence quirk do you have Deku-San?" the boy asked and Karin rolled her eyes, it was unfortunately an expected question after Speckles told them about his degrees. Most people only go through college once and going twice was uncommon even in her generation and the only exception seemed to be those with intelligence quirks.
However given his reaction yesterday Karin had to glance back at Speckles, his poker-face was much better in front of kids and she didn't even notice a twitch of his lips before he answered "That's simple Kita, I don't have an intelligence quirk."
A statement that very much floored the majority of the class given how they were staring at Speckles.
"Alright that's enough gawking, back to your books brats, we're going over the first chapter of your heroics textbooks." Karin ordered and the kids were quick to comply, grabbing the text book and getting to work reading it.
Shaking her head when she saw the kids throwing each other unsubtle glances Karin. grabbed her hip flask and took a swig from it, the bitter medicine inside forcing her to pucker her lips.
Thankfully none of the brats had the nerve to try and whisper to each other as she waited the time out.
"Okay, brats, time to head out to the locker rooms. Your costumes will already be down there waiting for you, and don't forget you're being timed." Karin told them walking out of the room with Speckles following close behind her.
"How do we judge they've taken too long Bullet-San?" Speckles asked once they reached the field outside.
"One minute is the goal, but kids like this more than likely will take at least three. Anything more than six is unacceptable though." Karin answered getting a simple nod from the boy.
The first of the students to come out was Kage, and Karin couldn't help shaking her head the boy's costume which was little more than swim suit and some arm bands, she knew the light aspect of his quirk needed to Photosynthesize light through his fur but that was such an obvious hazard.
Chen wasn't much better but her legs had to be uncovered for her to use them as she needed and she had some gloves too.
The other thirteen trickled out in pairs with the expectation of Goldman and Gromova-Volkova as both sported more ornate costumes, she wasn't sure about Gromova-Volkova's but Karin certainly approved the armor Goldman was sporting.
"Kage, Chen, two minutes, acceptable. The rest of you took four, passable. Goldman and Gromova-Volkova, five and half, work on moving faster." she told the group getting another round of 'yes sensei'.
"Now come on brats, we're heading to Gym Delta where Kan has already set things up for you lot and the longer we keep him waiting the shorter time you have to fill out your questaries." Karin exclaimed turning on her heel and walking down the path towards the building.
Sekijiro sighed as he placed down the last box for the obstacle course, wiping his brow Sekijiro checked his phone for the time and saw that Ito-San and Midoriya were probably already on the way here.
Sekijrio shook his head as he walked out of the course and stood by the table with the questionnaires.
While Sekijiro wasn't quirkist he thought most would forgive him for having his reservations over Midoriya, he could see a quirkless person going far as a criminal if they were smart but to think that the kid was the Deku-Sensei Nezu had been searching for was a very hard pill to swallow.
He could still remember the first time Nezu brought them in on Deku-Sensei and the threat he could've posed, and like most things the rat warned them a lot of his theory had come true, crime rates in the affected areas had dropped quite a bit but the crimes that were happening were more high profile and the villains were far more organized.
And that wasn't to say how frustrated the info gatherers had become trying to find out anything, or how tired his colleagues were as they scrapped up what they could.
Hell he felt awful for Aizawa, which was really saying something.
The two of them had butted heads since they first fought during their first sports festival and had more than enough pissing contests over the years, but he had come to respect the headstrong bastard over those years for putting him in his place when he was an egotistical brat back then.
The two of them would never be friends given how much history they had however he'd have to be a special kind of spiteful to ignore how burnt out Aizawa was working both jobs, looking for info on Deku and dealing with Yaizu's vigilante at the same time.
And the thought of some random kid roughly half their age being the one causing all of it was just unimaginable.
Midoriya being the Yaizu vigilante Sekijiro could buy, a kid would probably have the gall and self-disregard to throw himself into gang wars armed with history home-work, kids were dumb enough to do that and Midoriya probably had the attitude to back it up if how he snapped at Hara-San was anything to go by.
But Sekijiro just couldn't see the small boy holding major players like the Vespas by the balls to do half the things he got away with, much less with the hundreds of criminal groups who would have to be forced to look the other way for the kid.
He had made his bed back at the meeting however, and he would just have to hope Midoriya was half as competent as the rat assured them he was, he wasn't sure how well the boy would handle the hero course and was glad the kid was going to have a year of being a TA before fully taking over as a teacher.
And thanks to Aizawa dropping all of 1-B Sekijiro had the opportunity to observe Midoriya during the first heroics lessons of each given day, though Sekijiro was more than little miffed over there possibly being no class 1-B this year.
Ito-San had arrived a few minutes later than he expected but was unsurprised, Ito-San had been very clear that her health was the reason she was finally retiring because she would probably only have a couple more years of teaching left in her.
U.A. without Ito-San was hard to imagine since the woman had been teaching since well before his time here, most of his co-workers their age felt the same about it since it was hard to think of Ito-San being anything other than being who she was now.
"Kan." Ito-San briskly greeted with a nod "Bullet." he replied returning the favor before she moved to stand next to him, Midoriya following by bowing to him then occupying Sekijiro's other side.
"Welcome class 1-A to gym Delta, as I'm sure Bullet-San informed you we'll be seeing how well suited your costumes are for you." Sekijiro said addressing the students and internally sighed knowing at least three costumes might as well be considered scrapped.
"Yes sensei." the class quickly chirped back and Sekijiro was unsurprised that Ito-San had stuck the fear of god into them, he had the dubious honor of being in Ito-San's home class and he still didn't like crossing the woman now as a grown man over a decade later.
"Good, now before we hand out the Questionnaires I'd like you to separate yourselves into different groups based on quirk types, given costumes will need to be very different for those with mutation quirks, Emitters and Transformation the questionnaires will also reflect this and have addition questions meant for your quirk type." Sekijiro explained, glad when no one objected since he'd rather not deal with the quirkiest accusations.
"First group will be Emitters, so if you could move to the left." he instructed and to no surprise most of the class moved over that way "And mutations will move to the right." Sekijiro further prompted and all but one of the five moved as he instructed.
Gromova-Volkova was still standing with the two Transformation quirked kids, reminding himself that the girl knew very little Japanese and given he hardly knew a word of Russian Sekijiro was about to just call her name and motion to her where she should go.
"Громова-Волкова." Midoriya suddenly said surprising everyone "Нам нужно чтобы все разделились по группам, так каждый получит нужную версию анкеты. Не могли бы Вы пройти вправо." Midoriya spoke and despite everyone staring at him Gromova-Volkova was the first to recover and immediately nodded moving over to the group on the right.
Sekijiro blinked staring at the two before he remembered that Midoriya had informed him that he was a polyglot and guessed that the boy had informed the girl what was going on, which was a minor relief if Sekijiro was being honest, he didn't really trust the translation app he got to be fully accurate.
"Alright. Bullet-San, I, and... Deku-San will hand out the questionnaires." Sekijiro told them grabbing the one for the transformation quirked kids first, while Ito-San grabbed some of the emitters.
Midoriya however took out a clipboard, a bunch of blank paper from his bag and one of the mutation versions and began writing something but he couldn't focus on it because he needed to help Ito-San pass out the emitters questionnaires.
When they were done Sekijiro saw Midoriya had already handed out the mutation ones and Gromova-Volkova had a second pile of papers and seemed to be looking over both of them from all of the experience he had of kids with solid eyes.
"Alright once you all have filled out the first two pages we'll get started on doing the physical test of the costumes." Sekijiro informed them and he noticed Midoriya's hands were moving along with him using signs he wasn't familiar with, some looked like ones he knew but he couldn't string together what he was saying but it wasn't hard to guess it was for Gromova-Volkova's benefit.
All in all it took about six minutes for them to finish and he led them inside to the obstacle course then told them how they were going to go through it, and most importantly they would only be going through it by class number one by one, no exceptions, Midoriya signing away beside him.
Things went alright as the first two students had gotten through just fine without much more than their inexperience causing them to fumble more than they normally would trying out the new costumes.
It wasn't until they got to a young girl named Haku with a generator quirk tried to climb the wall that trouble happened and she had slipped, he wasn't going to do anything since he was well aware that the padded area was completely safe but felt his heart plummet when Ito-San cursed.
He raised an arm to use his quirk but a blur of green shocked him and it took Sekijiro a moment to realize it was Midoriya running pass, the boy was far faster than he looked and had managed to get there to catch the girl, something that terrified him because almost at once lightning surrounded the two as the girl's quirk was triggered.
There was a lot of yelling and he rushed over to the pair expecting for Midoriya to be borderline comatose from the accident, but the boy aside from some twitching and his hair standing on end seemed to be completely fine "Are you alright Haku? Can you hear me alright or are your ears ringing?" Midoriya asked the girl.
Haku couldn't and Midoriya nodded "Okay, lets just sit on the side until the spell is over." Midoriya whispered to the girl leading her away to the side guiding the girl to sit down and offered her a bottle of water from his bag.
Sekijiro glanced back over to Ito-San unsure if he should quietly ask Midoriya to go get checked out but Ito-San reading him as easily as always just shook her head so Sekijiro reluctantly let it go and told the next kid to go on up for the course.
He glanced back every so often but Midoriya seemed to have the whole matter handled and the boy's attention never fully left the class or Haku, somehow managing to keep his eyes on both until Haku was ready to try the course again.
The whole time however the students had been talking amongst themselves about Midoriya and Sekijiro understood why, Midoriya had to have some kind of training to move that fast and the boy had handled the situation without needing any help which had certainly made quite the impression on the kids.
Sekijiro had to admit the boy handled things rather professionally and wondered where he had gotten such training, perhaps from experience? Most criminals and shadier types learn to move fast as a matter of survival.
He supposed it could be possible, Midoriya likely didn't start out with that much of a presence and would've learned how to move as fast and safely as he physically could.
That was something Sekijiro had to respect, but looking down at Midoriya as he absentmindedly smoothed his hair there was a twinge in his heart at how unaffected the boy seemed.
Haku's electricity had to have packed up a punch, he'd had his fair share of attacks from electricity-quirked villains and he would've never been able to brush it off nearly as smoothly as the kid just had... which was unsettling.
Because he had looked up the identifiers of quirkless people and knew Midoriya hadn't lied about his shoes or being quirkless, so there was no way he had a quirk to make him immune to such attacks.
Which left him with a question that made his stomach churn.
Just how much pain was Midoriya used to in order to walk off being electrocuted?
Gromova-Volkova
Громова-Волкова
We're having everyone move into groups so we can give them the right version of the questionnaire, could you please move to the right
Нам нужно чтобы все разделились по группам, так каждый получит нужную версию анкеты. Не могли бы Вы пройти вправо