"Look what I found!"
Hitoshi leaned over Izuku's shoulder to look at his phone. "What?"
"So, apparently, there's this super strict first-year teacher with an expulsion record according to some online forums," Izuku said, tilting his phone to Hitoshi. "It's hard to find, I had to do some key-word searching, no names mentioned, but it's a hero course teacher-so if anyone gets expelled today, you're in!"
"Then I'm working against an expulsion-happy teacher-great," Hitoshi said.
"It's a start!" Izuku said. "We can do this!"
"Just have to get through today," Hitoshi said, then reached over and adjusted Izuku's tie. "Seriously, you're really bad at this."
"It doesn't make sense," Izuku sighed. "Are you sure you can't tie it?"
"I can tie my own, but not someone else's," Hitoshi said.
"But Hitoshi," Izuku whined.
"You can probably ask one of your classmates for help-make a friend to help you tie your tie each morning," Hitoshi said.
Izuku made a face. "Make a friend besides you…I haven't had one since Bakugou."
"Ouch," Hitoshi said. "But that's fair."
"You'd better make some friends, too," Izuku said. "Even if you're transferring, it's always a smart idea to make connections in school."
"Yeah, yeah-but no one with us at lunch, right?" Hitoshi asked.
Izuku made a face. "I'll meet you at the bathrooms between the Gen Ed and Hero Course halls-I'm really glad Mom made us bentos for today."
"Same here," Hitoshi said, patting his back. "Now, we should probably get to class."
"Right…right," Izuku said, taking a few deep breaths. "I can do this-I'll see you for lunch." He gave Hitoshi a quick hug, then walked away, rushing down the hall to find his classroom-
1-A!
Izuku stared at the doors for a few seconds, letting excitement fill him before the dread did.
Bakugou got in, and that blue-haired boy probably did, too. I know that the girl-Uraraka-got in. Maybe we'll be in the same class-I should thank her for trying to give me her points, even if I was fine without them. It was still a nice gesture-
Oh, he's muttering again. He really needs to get over that habit.
Izuku took a deep breath, then mentally decided fuck it and threw open the door-
"Remove your feet from this desk this instant!"
"Oh, go ahead and shove it, four-eyes!"
Izuku's eye twitched as he stared at the exact two people he didn't want to see.
"So vulgar-you're a hero student, and our upperclassmen have sat at these exact desks-it is disrespectful to place your feet on them when those before us have-" the blue-haired boy said.
Bakugou scoffed while Izuku looked at his other classmates-a few were looking his way-he looks vaguely familiar, but where did I see him…the entrance exam, maybe?-while others were looking towards Bakugou and the boy. Two were trying to ignore the two, but with how freaking loud they were, that wasn't an easy task.
"Let's start over-I'm Tenya Iida from Somei," the blue haired boy said.
"Somei, ey-no wonder you have a stick up your ass," Bakugou said.
"How rude-" Iida started.
"Well, I see nothing's changed."
Immediately, Iida and Bakugou looked over at Izuku-why the hell did he say that? He usually mutters, not talk that loud-Izuku bit his lip as he stepped further into the classroom. Not the time to mutter, don't give his new classmates a reason to pick on him.
"Hello!" Iida said, walking over. "My name is Tenya Iida-we had the same section during the entrance exam-"
"I-I remember you," Izuku said-what does he do here? He raised his hand to shake Iida's. "I-I'm Izuku Midoriya-"
"Hey, you're that plain-looking boy-Greeny!"
Did she just call me-no. Muttering.
"H-Hi-Uraraka, right?" Izuku asked.
"Yep-wait, you know my name?" Uraraka asked.
Was I not supposed to?
"Uh…yeah, I…I saw you on my hologram thing," Izuku said. "I'm Izuku Midoriya-there's someone behind you."
"Huh?" Uraraka asked, slowly turning around, but Izuku's eyes fixed on the figure behind her-laying on the ground, in a yellow…sleeping bag? A man with a scruffy beard, black, shoulder-length hair, looked tired. Security at UA is really good, so he's likely a teacher with a strange way of introducing himself-maybe even their homeroom teacher-
"Wow, someone figured me out quick," the man said slowly, drinking a jelly pouch before getting up. "It took the rest of you eight seconds to calm down-that kind of poor time management won't work in the hero course." He got up and walked to the podium-Izuku quickly scanned the seating chart and went to his seat-right behind Bakugou, who gave him a look as he walked past and quickly sat down. Uraraka, Iida, and most of the students just stared at the teacher-Izuku bit his lip as he started to think more. Black jumpsuit and scarf-my guess is that we're looking at Eraserhead-one way to confirm would be if his goggles are under that scarf-it would probably be weird to ask to see his goggles, though, but he's Hitoshi's favorite hero, and I'd like to get a more accurate view of his goggles.
"As the green one said, I'm your homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa," the man droned on, then reached into his sleeping bag and pulled out gym uniforms. "Put these on and meet me outside in fifteen minutes." With that, he left.
Izuku quickly got up as everyone started to look around, confused.
Izuku sorted through the gym uniforms and looked at the names, then looked around. "Let's get going, guys."
"What if he's not our homeroom teacher, though?" a boy asked. "He doesn't look like it."
"Well, he had our gym uniforms," Izuku said. "And he's at least UA staff-you heard him, outside in fifteen minutes." With that, he walked out, racking his brain for the way to the changing rooms-just down the hall-
Present Mic was in the hallway and looked at him.
"In Aizawa's class, huh?" Present Mic asked, stopping to look at him, then into the classroom.
"Yep-he said to change and meet him outside," Izuku said.
Present Mic nodded, then looked in the classroom before poking his head in. Now, people recognized him as a member of staff. "Yo, you might want to head outside-Aizawa-sensei doesn't like waiting on people!" Everyone started to rush to grab their uniforms as Present Mic looked at Izuku. "Have fun."
"Thanks, you too-and you should probably get to class-it's already started, and you're a homeroom teacher," Izuku said, then continued walking.
"How did you-" Present Mic started, but the 1-A students started to rush out of the classroom as they grabbed their uniforms.
"Hey, where's the changing rooms-Midoriya, why are you so confident?" someone asked.
"We got maps a few days after acceptance letters!" Izuku said.
…
Izuku didn't waste time with talking in the changing rooms, changing as quickly as possible and rushing outside where Aizawa-sensei was standing.
"Well, someone's fast," Aizawa-sensei said, glancing at Izuku. "Izuku Midoriya, right?"
"Yes sir," Izuku said. "And you're Eraserhead, right?"
Aizawa-sensei gave him an odd look. "Most people don't recognize me."
"You're…you're my twin's favorite hero," Izuku said. "Plus, I did some…some light digging into the staff records-nothing like hacking or anything, just reading some hidden gossip blogs, they can be a great source of information sometimes-"
"Relax, kid-you talk too much," Aizawa-sensei said.
Izuku hunched his shoulders. "I'm…I'm working on it." He bit his lip as he thought, probably not the best time to ask about quirk counseling like Recovery Girl mentioned-I already talk too much. Don't mutter, don't mutter, don't mutter-
"Oh, good, you're getting here," Aizawa-sensei said, turning and addressing the other students coming out. "Only one of you arrived in a hasty manner-that kind of slowness can get civilians killed if you're the hero saving them. Now, let's get this test done."
"Test?" Uraraka asked. "What about orientation?"
"The teaching curriculum here allows the teachers to have freedom, and I see orientation as a waste of time," Aizawa-sensei said. "You have three years before you get out there and save lives, and that's barely enough time to get everything you'll need to succeed." With that, he looked around and at Bakugou. "Bakugou. You placed second in the entrance exam. Step up."
Bakugou grumbled something, but did as he was told.
Aizawa-sensei tossed him a ball. "What was your ball throw score in middle school?"
"Like 67 meters, I think?" Bakugou said.
"Throw it, but use your quirk," Aizawa-sensei said. "Just don't leave the circle."
"Alright," Bakugou said with a grin, then did as he was told-
"Plus Ultra," Aizawa-sensei said, showing the results to the rest of them. 705.2 meters.
"Woah, that's insane!"
"This looks fun!"
"Fun?" Aizawa-sensei said, glaring at the student that said that. "You think this is fun? You're saving people's lives and risking death on a daily basis as a hero." He grinned-oh, I don't like that. "How about this for fun? Whoever gets last place gets expelled."
Oh, so this is where the expulsion record thing came from.
"You can't do that-we just got here!" someone said as Izuku began to observe his classmates, making sure to bite his lip and cover his mouth, just in case.
Alright, the small purple one with the balls on his head looks the most nervous, Bakugou is most likely to score high-I don't like him, but I can recognize his strength-if we're doing a ball throw and Uraraka can manipulate gravity, she might be able to completely remove gravity depending on how well she's trained with her quirk-six-arms over there looks very physically strong-I wonder what other tests we're doing and how many-I should be focused on how well I can do, I can't get last, but I should do good, I'll have to be careful about quirk use, though-Recovery Girl would be really angry if I landed myself in the infirmary again.
There was a tap on his shoulder, and Izuku jolted slightly, reaching to grab whoever just touched him-
"You mutter a lot."
"O-Oh, sorry, I don't always realize it," Izuku said as Aizawa-sensei guided them to the first test-apparently they weren't doing the ball throw first. Those look like earjacks-I'm guessing some kind of hearing quirk.
"Yep," the girl said, holding out her hand. "Kyoko Jirou-my quirk improves my hearing."
"...you caught everything I said, didn't you?" Izuku asked.
"Yep," Jirou said.
"Oh my All Might, I'm so sorry-I'm working on it, it's probably really annoying-" Izuku said.
"It's fine," Jirou said. "And…it's the first day of school, what did you mean by again?"
"Uh…" Izuku said.
"Midoriya, Bakugou, you're up first-50 meter dash," Aizawa-sensei said.
Izuku quickly got to the starting line as Bakugou glared at him, getting ready to run.
"Three, two, one, go," Aizawa-sensei said.
The two took off, Bakugou finishing in just over 4 seconds, Izuku at just over 5. He was no Saitama or All Might, but after going on runs every day for years (up to 15 km per day now!), he'd gotten pretty fast without needing a quirk.
….
Grip Strength was the next test, and Izuku glanced around at his classmates as he squeezed as tightly as possible. He stared at the result, feeling his chest swell with pride. 95 kg! It wasn't what the boy with multiple arms was showing-540 kg was a lot-but from the sounds of it, the rest of Izuku's classmates weren't exactly doing as much as him, most falling around 20-40 kg. Looking at the classmate with the purple balls on his head, he was around the lower end-he didn't do so well in the 50 meter dash himself. The invisible girl was doing better, so…Izuku didn't want to say that he'd be expelled, but Izuku wasn't liking the boy's chances. I can't wait for Hitoshi to get in.
…
Standing long jump was easy enough-thank you parkour training, even without Izuku's quirk, he still cleared the sandbox-barely, but it was still enough, especially doing this quirkless. The boy with balls on his head-Mineta, Izuku learned his name was-didn't actually clear it.
The Repeated Side Steps, however…Mineta did the best there, Bakugou doing well, too. Izuku did well enough, but…well, he was no Saitama. Surely that would be enough, though, right?
It was time for the ball-throw, and Izuku started to calculate his chances on the test. He made sure to cover his mouth as he muttered.
I should use my quirk at least once during this test, since it's a quirk apprehension test-I'll have to ask for the quirk counseling thing Recovery Girl mentioned…I'll do that later, after school…maybe tomorrow…or ask for more advice from-remember, Izuku, Jirou can hear you, stop muttering.
"Midoriya, you're up."
Izuku stepped forward, taking the ball and looking around.
Ok, should use my quirk-three tests remain-I think I have enough points right now, but shouldn't bank on that, so quirk or not-
Aizawa-sensei, as Izuku walked next to him, stopped Izuku and looked at him.
"Don't break your whole arm-if you do, you're out of here," Aizawa-sensei said.
Izuku felt a shiver up his spine, then focused on the words.
Whole arm…don't break your whole arm. But what if I…?
Izuku stepped into the ring, vaguely hearing some muttering from his classmates-they'd stay his classmates, they had to stay his classmates, but he had to focus on this.
Alright…here goes everything.
Izuku went to toss the ball, letting One for All flow through his veins as he concentrated hard-he had to get this timing perfect, he wasn't getting a second chance-
One for All traveled through his arm, following the momentum he was creating before exploding only in his finger just before the ball took off, sending the ball flying-it wouldn't be Uraraka's impressive infinity score, and it might not be as good as other classmates, but it would be enough-
The wind around Izuku blew as his finger throbbed in pain, but he's had worse-from bullies, former foster siblings, from his own training-so he just clenched his hand into a fist and looked at Aizawa-sensei.
"Didn't break my arm," Izuku said, rotating his shoulder a little to show that he could still use his arm.
Aizawa-sensei grinned-
"WHAT THE HELL?! THAT AIN'T YOUR QUIRK, DEKU!"
…that's right, Bakugou had been under the impression he had a Paralysis quirk.
Bakugou lunged at Izuku, explosions rearing-
Aizawa-sensei's capture weapon quickly restrained Bakugou as his quirk flashed, turning off the explosions and stopping him from getting any closer to Izuku.
"Enough-you don't want to deal with me with dry-eye," Aizawa-sensei said, tugging Bakugou away and shoving him away from Izuku. "Next, Asui, it's your turn for the ball throw."
Izuku stepped back as the frog girl stepped forward. Izuku shook his hand slightly, but ultimately clenched his hand into a fist again.
"That looks painful-I knew your quirk was destructive, but it's another thing to see it again," Uraraka said as she looked at his hand. "Are you alright?"
"We just have three more tests, then I'll see if I can get a slip to see Recovery Girl," Izuku said.
The next three tests ran by in a flash.
The Distance Run was an endurance test-how long could you keep running? It came down to Izuku, Iida, and Yaoyorozu as the other classmates slowly began to drop out. Ha, when Izuku did his 15 km runs, he often tried to do it all in one go, so he was used to this. With the injury, he probably couldn't go as long, but after thirty minutes of just straight running (or, well, using a scooter in Yaoyorozu's case, she had such an interesting quirk!), Aizawa-sensei told the three to stop.
Seated toe-touch was easy enough. Again, Izuku thanked his parkour training for that one. Hitoshi was a little more flexible than him, but Izuku could do the splits-the seated toe-touch was easy enough for him.
The final test was sit-ups. Uraraka looked a little worried as he winced and looked at his hand, but Izuku still gave the test his all, doing really well.
"Alright, everyone, time for the test results," Aizawa-sensei said. "I'm not going to read them out loud." He pressed a button, and they were all displayed.
Izuku quickly scanned through, feeling pleased with himself that he got 9th place-not bad for only using his quirk once which made him wonder if he could've done this without his quirk at all-did he even need it if he almost passed the Entrance Exam without-not the time to feel bitter, Izuku, not the time-before his eyes snapped over to the last place-Mineta.
Izuku looked over at Mineta, who was sobbing. Izuku didn't know him well and wouldn't miss him-
"By the way, I lied-no one's getting expelled."
…what?
"It was just a logical ruse to get you all to do your best."
No, no, no, no-
"I thought it was obvious," Yaoyorozu said, looking around at her shocked classmates.
Izuku just stared at Aizawa-sensei, feeling a wave of anger through him-
He calmed his thoughts quickly-not the time, not the place. He could feel angry later.
"Oh thank God!" Mineta said.
"Whatever-don't go slacking," Aizawa-sensei said, then looked at Izuku and handed him a slip of paper. "Go see Recovery Girl for that injury-and don't make this a habit, you need to work on your quirk."
"R-Right," Izuku said, looking at the slip.
"You're all dismissed-change and head back to class," Aizawa-sensei said. "Fifteen minutes, I expect you to take that count seriously."
"Right!" everyone said, then turned to rush back, Izuku included as he let his thoughts wander.
He's the teacher with the expulsion record-he completely meant to expel whoever came in last place. Changed his mind last minute-why? Seeing potential in Mineta? My brother has so much more-if only I'd been able to talk to him beforehand, he would've scored higher-he would've been here instead of someone else.
Izuku quickly changed back into his uniform.
"Midoriya, would you like help getting to Recovery Girl's office?" Iida asked. "I'm sure Aizawa-sensei would understand-"
"I'm fine, thanks for offering," Izuku said as the two stepped out of the changing room. "I memorized the school layout already-her office isn't that far from here, I should be back in class soon enough."
"I shall see you soon-would you like to eat lunch together?" Iida asked.
"I'm meeting up with a friend from a different department for lunch-I'll see you soon!" Izuku said, then darted away and to the nurse's office, stepping in-
"Who's-oh, damn it, Midoriya!" Recovery Girl said, and Izuku hunched his shoulders.
"...I'm sorry?" Izuku said. "I only broke my finger this time, though-"
"Have you talked to Aizawa about quirk counseling-sit, sit!" Recovery Girl said, gesturing at a bed in the infirmary.
Izuku quickly sat down, not wanting to anger her. "I…not yet? I'm working on it-"
"You'd better ask today after school," Recovery Girl said. "You should've asked already."
"I didn't want to ask in front of everyone!" Izuku said. "And he's scary-threatened to expel someone, then he didn't!"
"He didn't?" Recovery Girl said, raising an eyebrow. "That's…that's not normal-he usually follows through-expelled his entire class last year."
"I know-I looked into the expulsion record thing I heard about online," Izuku said, fuming slightly as Recovery Girl brought over a split to work on his finger-better to set it before healing it and all. "Hitoshi's the runner-up-if someone gets expelled this week, or if someone drops out, he gets to join since he tied."
"That brother of yours, right?" Recovery Girl asked.
Izuku nodded. "He won't end up in here like me."
"He'd better not-it's the first day, and I've already healed you three times now," Recovery Girl said, finishing the splint. "Alright, I'm going to use my quirk." She kissed his forehead. "I'm sure you're tired-rest here."
"I still have classes-I'm a little too angry to fall asleep," Izuku said, getting off the bed.
"Hmm, are you sure?" Recovery Girl asked.
Izuku nodded.
"Very well-I'll write you a hall pass back to class-if you feel like you need to come back at any point, tell your teacher," Recovery Girl said. "And keep that finger bandaged-I healed it, but better safe than sorry."
"Right-thank you," Izuku said, then walked out of the office and back to class, knocking on the door before entering.
"Oh, hello-Aizawa told me you'd be out for the day," the teacher-Cementoss-said, giving Izuku an odd look. So did the rest of his class. "With Recovery Girl."
"I'm not feeling tired, so might as well come to class," Izuku said, then walked to his seat and sat down to look at the syllabus sitting on his desk.
….
Izuku quickly left the classroom when the bell rang, disappearing into the crowd that was starting in the hall as he made his way to the meeting point.
"Hey, Izuku," Hitoshi said when Izuku got there. "Didn't see you at orientation."
"Yeah, we skipped for a quirk apprehension test-by the way, my homeroom teacher is Eraserhead," Izuku said.
Hitoshi's eyes grew wide. "Wait, seriously?"
Izuku nodded, then pouted, crossing his arms. "He threatened us with expulsion for whoever got last, then changed his mind at the last second. You almost got bumped into the class already."
"Well, dang," Hitoshi said.
"Yeah-seriously, though!" Izuku said, throwing his hands up. "He has an expulsion record, so why didn't he go through with it!?"
"What happened to your finger?" Hitoshi asked.
"Used my quirk-I managed not to break my arms this time!" Izuku said. "I almost went through the test without a quirk-I got 9th place when only using my quirk once, maybe I could've been a hero without my quirk-"
Hitoshi flicked his forehead.
"Ow!" Izuku said.
"Have you talked to your teacher about quirk counseling yet?" Hitoshi asked.
"...not yet-" Izuku said.
"If you're doing it after school, I'm gonna be there," Hitoshi said.
"I can do this-" Izuku said.
"If you're going after school, I'm gonna be there," Hitoshi said, narrowing his eyes. "We both know that you were thinking of trying to ask you-know-who for advice and just calling that good."
"Aizawa-sensei's quick to threaten expulsion!" Izuku said. "How can you not be scared of the guy?"
"Recovery Girl told you to talk to a teacher-if you'd feel better talking to my homeroom teacher, we might be able to do that instead," Hitoshi said.
"That would be weird!" Izuku said. "Seriously-"
"Let's just go eat lunch," Hitoshi sighed, grabbing Izuku's arm and dragging him away. "Wanna go eat on the roof?"
"Sounds good to me," Izuku said.
…
"Hey, let's just head home-"
"We're doing this right now, Izuku."
"Oh, come on, Hitoshi," Izuku said. "We don't have to-"
"Izuku," Hitoshi hissed. "I am not letting you try to brush this off-we are doing this right now and getting this taken care of, got it?"
"Why not tomorrow?" Izuku asked. "It's the first day and all-I'm sure he's busy-"
"If I let you do that, you'll brush it off until the day after, then over and over again," Hitoshi said. "And I won't let you-let's just pull the bandage off, ok? You need help, and I don't want to see you struggle with breaking your freaking bones until you actually ask, so we're doing this right now." With that, he carefully slid open the door of the teacher's lounge, causing the teachers inside to look up.
"Oh, Midoriya, did you need something?" Present Mic asked, looking at Hitoshi, then looking at Izuku. "You're in Aizawa's class, right? He stepped out for a few minutes, but he'll be back soon."
"Y-Yeah," Izuku said, hiding behind his brother. "I can talk to him tomorrow-"
"How soon?" Hitoshi asked, reaching back and grabbing Izuku's arm without looking.
"A few minutes, I think," Present Mic said. "I'm guessing you're here to see him-"
"What do you need, Midoriya?"
Izuku jumped slightly, turning to see Aizawa-sensei standing there.
"Uh-"
Hitoshi turned and looked at him. "You're Aizawa-sensei?"
"Yep-who are you?" Aizawa-sensei asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hitoshi Midoriya-this one's my twin brother," Hitoshi said. "And he has something to ask you."
"It can wait-come on, don't we have to head home-" Izuku started.
Aizawa-sensei raised an eyebrow, then herded the two into the lounge. "Meeting room in the back, let's go."
"Need me there-the purple one's one of my students," Present Mic said.
"I'll let you know," Aizawa-sensei said, then guided the two teens into a meeting room in the back, sitting across from them-the chairs were comfy-looking, but Izuku couldn't relax-he wanted to go home, this wasn't fun, he didn't want to-
Hitoshi tapped his hand. "Calm down, Izuku."
"May I ask why you're panicking?" Aizawa-sensei asked, raising an eyebrow before looking at Izuku's hand. "I heard you still sat through classes today-feeling alright after breaking your bones?"
"Y-Yeah," Izuku said, hunching his shoulders as he almost hid behind Hitoshi.
"He's here to talk about that-c'mon, Izuku," Hitoshi said, nudging Izuku. "You promised you'd talk about it, remember? Mom and Dad would be upset if you don't."
I don't want Mom and Dad to be upset-ok, ok, best case scenario, I get help…worst case scenario, I get expelled and Hitoshi gets bumped up-
"I'm not going to expel you, Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei said. "So? What's wrong?"
"I…uh…I was told UA can do quirk counseling for teenagers?" Izuku blurted out.
Aizawa-sensei raised an eyebrow. "It's available, yes-with how much you break your bones, it's a good thing you're looking into it. Your last quirk counselor not able to do much?"
Izuku hunched in on himself a little more. "U-Uh, s-something l-like that-"
"He didn't have one," Hitoshi said.
Aizawa-sensei's eyes grew wide as Izuku stared at his brother.
"Hitoshi!" Izuku hissed out.
"As smart as you are, you can't just walk into whatever quirk counseling session where the person thinks you know what's gonna happen when you don't-besides, the quirk counselor will have to look into your previous records, anyway, he's gonna find out either way," Hitoshi said.
"So Problem Child hasn't been to a quirk counselor-that explains a lot," Aizawa-sensei said. "You should have sought one out sooner with your quirk, or your parents should have placed you in right when your quirk developed."
Izuku sank more into the chair. "U-Uh…t-this is w-what w-we're doing a-about that." Oh my All Might, just let me disappear.
Aizawa-sensei looked unimpressed, then like he was thinking, glancing back and forth between the two before ultimately looking right at Hitoshi. "What does that mean? I have a feeling you're the one giving straight answers."
Hitoshi nudged Izuku. "My twin here got his quirk a week before the entrance exam and hasn't had the time to see a counselor yet."
Aizawa-sensei's eyes got really wide as he stared at Izuku, who curled in on himself.
Oh God, I'm gonna be expelled, I'm gonna be expelled-I can't do this, can't do this-this is bad, this is bad-
Hitoshi patted his back a few times, then looked at Aizawa-sensei. "As you can probably guess, he doesn't want his classmates to know, and getting him here was like pulling teeth, and we should probably head home before this becomes a panic attack, but you can guess why we needed to talk to you. And don't expel him-he's doing great considering-he'll be one of the greatest heroes-"
"I don't doubt it, and I won't expel you, Prob-Midoriya-Green Midoriya," Aizawa-sensei settled on, walking over and kneeling down in front of Izuku, who was calming down slightly. "You scored ninth today without using your quirk a lot-you have potential, so you're staying in the course. Can you show up an hour before class starts tomorrow? I'll figure out quirk counseling tonight and let you know first thing tomorrow what the plan is."
"Ok…ok," Izuku said.
"Good," Aizawa-sensei said, then got up and walked to the door, opening it. "I'll see you tomorrow-I'm guessing both of you?"
"Yep," Hitoshi said, getting up and dragging Izuku with him. "Let's go, Izuku."
"R-Right," Izuku said, and the two quickly left.
…
"What was that about, Sho?" Hizashi asked as the two boys left.
"Long story-are you free after school for quirk counseling lessons?" Shota asked, sitting in his chair and looking at Hizashi.
"Well, yeah-the Green one?" Hizashi asked.
"Yep," Shota sighed, leaning his head against the desk. "He's going to be my biggest problem child this year, I can already feel it."
Hizashi patted his back. "Yeah, yeah, but he'll be one of your favorite students, I'm sure-tell the little listener I'll do quirk counseling lessons with him after school for a few hours. Can you hand me his student file so I can read about it? Get myself ready."
"Yeah, yeah-you're a lifesaver," Shota said, grabbing out his student files and sorting through before handing over Izuku Midoriya's file. "He got his quirk a week before the entrance exam, apparently."
Hizashi did a spit-take. "He what?!"
…
Ok, where do I turn again-why does this have to be so confusing?!
Denki sighed as he looked around. His new apartment was…was it to the left or the right of the convenience store?
Should I use maps…no, nope, I can do this! I've got this! I'm sure it's to the left…or the right…
Ok, time to regroup-maybe some snacks would help-snacks made everything better!
So, determined, Denki walked into the store-sugar would be good-and he just went through his first day of high school! He earned some candy!
So, he turned into the candy aisle-
-and he stopped and found himself staring.
Crouched and grabbing some snacks from the bottom shelf was one of his new classmates-Denki wasn't the best at names, but his name was Midori-something, he remembered that because it means green like his hair and eyes-but Denki was more focused on the hottie standing next to him, saying something as he grabbed something on a higher-up shelf.
"I'm just saying, Toshi," Midori was saying as he grabbed a bag of chips, scanning the back of it. "What if-"
"I'm a little tired of hearing your 'what-if's, Izuku," the purple boy-Toshi, apparently-said. "You heard Aizawa-sensei-you're fine, and nothing bad's gonna happen tomorrow."
First-name basis? Damn, Midori, who's this friend of yours?
Midori sighed, then suddenly turned his head and looked right at Denki, Toshi doing the same.
"O-Oh, hi!" Denki said, walking over. "Hey, aren't we in the same class-you're the finger-breaking guy!"
Midori and Toshi both flinched at that-oh, he said something wrong! Oops-but Midori nodded. "That's me-it's Izuku Midoriya. You're…Kaminari, right?"
"Yep, that's me!" Denki said, then looked at the purple boy-he was wearing a UA uniform, too-Denki definitely would have noticed if he was in their class, though, different department? Maybe an upperclassmen? Wow, a hot senpai. That would almost make him hotter- "Who are you?"
"Hitoshi Midoriya," the boy said.
"Oh, older brother?" Denki asked. "Are you a second year…?"
The purple Midoriya snorted and looked at the green Midoriya. "Guess those two weeks make us look that different."
Green Midoriya pouted. "I don't look that much younger than you, Toshi!"
"Apparently you do-we're twins," purple Midoriya said, looking back to Denki.
"Oh, cool-what department are you-are you in 1-B?" Denki asked.
"1-C, actually," purple Midoriya said, sounding almost…bitter. Hero-hopeful, maybe? That's rough.
"Cool, cool," Denki said.
"What are you doing here, Kaminari?" green Midoriya asked.
"Oh, just heading home-I got off a stop after the one I should have and am working my way back to my apartment," Denki said. Wait, that makes me seem dumb-what if purple Midoriya thinks I'm an idiot? I want him to like me!
"Been there," purple Midoriya snorted, then grabbed another thing of candy. Oh, thank God, he probably doesn't think I'm dumb, then.
"So you live in this neighborhood?" green Midoriya asked. "Maybe that's why you're familiar…but you didn't go to Middle School with us."
"Nope, I'm from a different part of the country-my parents set me up in a nice apartment around here when I got in!" Denki said.
"Oh, nice," green Midoriya said, then stood up. "Got my snacks and Mom's-you, Toshi?"
"Mine and Dad's," purple Midoriya said.
"Alright-I guess we'll see you around, Kaminari?" green Midoriya said, then walked up to the cash register, purple Midoriya following.
Wait, Denki wanted to talk more!
Without particularly looking, Denki grabbed a few snacks and walked up to the register, too, standing in line behind them. He wanted to get to know purple Midoriya, but he already knew green Midoriya, so his best bet was talking to him and then getting to know the purple one. Become friends with green, get invited over (or, better yet, invited to take the train to and from school with them-he was struggling, damnit, but he didn't want to admit that!), and get closer to purple, figure out a good time to ask him out, do that, and go from there!
"So, you two live around here, then?" Denki asked as they stood in line.
"Yep," purple Midoriya said, looking at him. "We went to school around here, too."
"Oh, nice!" Denki said. "You get to see school friends anytime you want, then."
"…sure," purple Midoriya said slowly as he stepped up to the counter to buy his snacks.
Denki turned to green Midoriya. "So, that quirk test was crazy, huh? Man, I thought Aizawa-sensei was serious! Thank God he wasn't, right?"
"…he has an expulsion record," green Midoriya said.
"Huh?" Denki asked.
"I did my research-apparently, he actually does expel students-he fully intended to expel whoever was in last place today and changed his mind last second," green Midoriya said.
"Aw man, really?" Denki asked, shuddering slightly. "Geez, he's scary. By the way, what hero is he? You recognized him immediately, so I'm guessing you know?"
"Oh, he's Eraserhead," green Midoriya said. "An underground pro hero with a quirk that allows him to erase emitter quirks. It doesn't work on mutant quirks, but with his capture weapon and fighting skills, he doesn't let his advantage get the best of him-I wonder how unstoppable he would be if he knew how to Chi-block-can't reveal that hand, though, that's my secret weapon."
"…sorry, I didn't get most of that," Denki said.
"Oh, sorry, it's a habit-I've been working on it since I was a kid," green Midoriya said as purple Midoriya thanked the cashier.
"Time to head home, Izuku," purple Midoriya said.
"Mind waiting a sec for me to check out?" Denki asked.
The twins exchanged a look, both shrugging before looking at him.
"Sure, why not," purple Midoriya said.
"Sweet!" Denki said, then quickly checked out his snacks before turning back to the two, and the three walked out.
"Where do you live-you don't have to say your address, but what apartment building-wait, that might be creepy, what…street…what direction?" green Midoriya stumbled.
"Oh, I live at the Birch Apartment buildings," Denki said. "Over on Kaede Street."
"Huh, cool," purple Midoriya said. "That's close to us."
Score!
"So walking the same way, anyway!" Denki said.
"Yep-let's get going," green Midoriya said, and the twins started to walk, Denki quickly following.
"So…any nicknames I can call you?" Denki asked. "I'm just calling you green Midoriya and purple Midoriya in my head, but that's probably confusing."
"Deku works-" green Midoriya started.
Purple Midoriya smacked him upside the head. "You will not call him that-if it makes it easier, just call me Hitoshi."
I get to call him by his first name! Score!
"Alright, then, Hi-to-shi," Denki said, hoping that it didn't sound like he was cherishing every syllable. "Nice to meet you!"
Suddenly, Midoriya's phone started to ring, and he looked at it, sighing.
"Uh…I need to take this," Midoriya said, glancing at Denki before stepping back and answering the call. "Hello? Yeah, I can stop by-yep, I'll head over right now. See you soon!" He hung up, then looked at Hitoshi. "That was…uh…"
"That blonde idiot, got it," Hitoshi said.
"Stop calling him an idiot," Midoriya sighed.
"I'll stop calling him an idiot when he's learned his lesson," Hitoshi said. "Need me to bring your snacks home?"
"Yes, please," Midoriya said, then handed over his snacks before running off-
Leaving Denki alone with his insanely hot twin brother.
"Uh…who was that?" Denki asked.
"Don't worry about it-let's go," Hitoshi said, turning and continuing to walk. Denki looked after Midoriya for a second, but quickly followed Hitoshi.
"So…Gen Ed, right?" Denki asked. "Looking to be in the hero course?"
"Working on it," Hitoshi said. "I didn't make the cut off by a coin flip."
"Ouch," Denki said. "But that means you're probably really strong, huh? You look strong."
And he did. He had really big muscles-not as big as Midoriya's, but Hitoshi was also taller than his twin brother, which was amazing since that meant he was taller than Denki.
Hitoshi shrugged. "I've been joining Izuku in his workouts since we were ten. His are more intense than mine, but his quirk depends on his strength, so that makes sense."
"Really?" Denki asked. "It was really cool to see in the test-do you have a similar quirk?"
"Nope-completely different," Hitoshi said.
"What is it?" Denki asked.
"It works best if you don't know about it," Hitoshi said with a small smirk-and oh, Denki's heart swooned.
"G-Got it," Denki said, then paused. "Mine is electricity, by the way."
"Ah, so the lightning bolt makes sense," Hitoshi said, gesturing at Denki's strand of black hair. "Natural or dyed?"
"Natural, believe it or not!" Denki said. "I style it, but the black is natural. Does your hair naturally stand up like that?"
"Eh…yes and no," Hitoshi said, reaching up and running a hand through his hair, making it lay down-woah. He shook his head, then ran his fingers upward, making it stand right back up again. "Still trying to figure out how it does that-it's not a quirk or anything like that, not a secondary effect-drives Izuku and Dad crazy trying to understand it."
"That's really cool!" Denki said. "Is your hair, like, super stiff? It looks soft."
"It's soft," Hitoshi said, then he stopped and looked to the side. Denki did, too-oh, his apartment building!
"Oh, sweet!" Denki said. "I mean, uh, here's my stop-do you have a while to go?"
"Eh, not too far," Hitoshi said, pointing down the road. "A few buildings that way."
"Nice!" Denki said. "Guess that makes us the perfect study partners, then-since we live right by each other and all, and I think we mostly have the same classes, right?"
"Yep," Hitoshi said. "Well, see you soon, I guess-"
"Can I get your phone number?" Denki blurted.
"…why?" Hitoshi asked.
"Well…since we live right by each other, maybe we can meet up before school tomorrow and go together?" Denki asked-please, please, please say yes-
"Izuku and I are going pretty early tomorrow," Hitoshi said, then sighed. "Too early, but it's gonna be worth it."
"Oh…" Denki said. "Wanna meet up after school, then?"
"Eh, we might see you on the train ride back," Hitoshi said, then turned and walked away. "See you around."
"Wait, can I still get your phone number?" Denki asked.
Hitoshi turned around and looked at him, and Denki hoped he wasn't blushing from that look.
"Maybe another time-I don't get into the habit of handing out my phone number," Hitoshi said, then turned and continued walking, sending back a wave.
Denki stared for a few seconds, then quickly went to his apartment, shutting himself in and going to his room to scream into a pillow.
The best part about living alone for high school? He didn't have to deal with the embarrassment from his family dealing with his disaster-bi ass.
Did you like this chapter?
I promised Shinkami, and it's been introduced! I'm bad at writing romance, so I'm trying to work it out through fanfiction, which means you're subjected to Denki falling head-over-heels immediately for our local purple insomniac while Hitoshi doesn't think anyone can think of him like that. Don't worry, though, there's a reason I'm adding this ship-you'll see as it happens! My brother groaned as I told him about it, but agreed with me!
Also, head canon: Izuku has severe anxiety, especially around teachers, and he's more prone to panic attacks. Is this projecting? Perhaps. I think I've been showing his anxiety well before this, but it kind of picks up since now he's actually worried about people liking him because he wants to make friends. Hitoshi doesn't care as much, more of a loner, but still. I'm having fun with this, can you tell?
I'll see you soon, probably!