My sensei is a Shinobi

by mexicanflash03

Izuki Midoriya has been having one of her worst days of her life. All Might had crushed her dreams, and her ex-best friend told her off. What else could happen to make her life even worse? Or will one person change her life and turn it upside down?

4. All Crap and first day in school

Author notes: Thanks for the support guys. I hope you like this chapter.

Well, here's chapter four of "My Sensei is a Shinobi" As I wrote in Chapter 1. This is just a fanfiction and I don't own anything. Naruto is owned by Masashi Kishimoto and My Hero Academia is owned by Kōhei Horikoshi.

Izuki's Diary

Two weeks after the U.A. entrance exam.

I'm back, diary, and I've got both good news and bad news. Which one should I start with? Eh, screw it, let's start with the good stuff—because trust me, the bad news is gonna piss me off all over again just thinking about it.

So, good news first. I got my letter from U.A. today. I made it into the hero course, Class 1-A. Yeah, I know, I should be thrilled, but there's a catch—I'm in the same damn class as her. Katsumi Bakugo.

Great. I can already imagine it now. Us hanging out and playing dolls like we used to when we were kids… Ha! As if. Who am I kidding? We'll probably spend more time at each other's throats than anything else. We'd be lucky to make it through a single class without wanting to murder each other.

Anyway, here's where it gets even better (and by better, I mean worse). That loud-mouthed shithead got first place in the entrance exam. Can you believe that? She racked up 89 villain points and 20 hero points, and she broke the school record by one freaking point. Yeah, she's been strutting around like she owns the place, and honestly, I kinda want to punch that smug grin right off her face.

Meanwhile, I scored 60 villain points and 36 hero points, which put me in second place. I guess Naruto-kun was right when he said there'd be hero points for saving other examinees. Smart of him to figure that out.

But now for the bad news. The shit news. The reason I'm fuming right now.

Naruto-kun… didn't make it into the hero course. Yeah, that's right, my dumb ass went and jinxed it. He missed the cut by one single fucking point. One point. And guess whose fault that was?

Go on, take a wild guess.

Nope. Try again.

Still wrong.

Okay, I'll tell you. It was All Might. Yep, the number one hero himself screwed Naruto over. I can't believe it. I was so pissed I could barely see straight when I found out. He's officially fallen down to second place on my hero list. Sorry, All Crap—you're being replaced by Mirko, who, by the way, could kick your ass any day of the week. I don't care how strong you are.

So, I bet you're wondering, how the hell did All Might fuck this up? Well, it all started with Naruto-kun's letter. It came with a recording—one where All Might, looking like he got his ass kicked, was crammed inside a cage that was way too small for him. I almost laughed, but then I realized this was no joke.

Principal Nezu explained the situation. Apparently, Naruto-kun's score was wrongly marked during the entrance exam. Turns out some dumbass with an electricity quirk fried nearly all the cameras in Battle Center C. And, guess what? Nezu had sent All Might—because the number one hero is fast as shit—to keep track of the scores manually. But here's the kicker: All Might got distracted by a phone call during the exam. Can you fucking believe that? The guy added fake points to the examinees in Naruto's center. Yeah, you heard that right.

So, normally, because Naruto didn't technically make the cut for the hero course, they wouldn't have let him into U.A. at all. But since All Crap completely fucked up, they're sticking him in the General Studies course instead. Oh, and they gave him a little carrot on a stick: "If you show your skills during the U.A. Sports Festival, you could still transfer to the hero course." Great. Real fucking great.

Nezu even bowed and apologized to Naruto-kun, said a lot of examinees left Battle Center C in complete shock. Honestly, I wish I could've been there to watch him slice those Zero-Pointers in half. Oh wait… I did see it—thanks to Naruto sharing his memory with me. That fight was insane. He should've taken first place, no question. He racked up 90 villain points, and he was helping people left and right. And yet here we are. He gets screwed over, again.

Even my mom was surprised. Naruto-kun showed her the memory of the exam, and she straight-up passed out after watching him cut through a Zero-Pointer like it was butter. When she finally woke up, she called Naruto overpowered and ranted about how All Might was a total dumbass for fucking him over.

But of course, Katsumi had to stick her nose in. When she found out what happened, she laughed—like a maniac—and then got pissed off, all in the same breath. She told Naruto that he just needed to kill it at the Sports Festival, and for a second, I was actually surprised at how nice she was being. But it didn't last. Her usual Tsundere mode kicked in, and she was back to her old self, saying, "Not like you'll ever beat me. I'll still kick your ass."

Typical Katsumi.

So, diary, you're probably wondering—how's Naruto-kun handling this whole mess? After getting shafted by U.A., you'd expect him to be furious, right? Well, yeah, kinda—but instead of losing his temper, he just smiled. But not his usual grin. Oh no, this was that too sweet smile that makes you feel like something horrible is about to happen. The kind of smile that says, "All Crap is about to pay for this."

And since Naruto can't exactly throw hands with All Crap—though, I wish—he turned to his other side. His Zenko side. Fufufufu.

Now, remember those pranks Zenko pulled on the number two hero? Yeah, those were legendary. But they've stopped. And now? Well, All Crap is in the line of fire.

The first prank? Oh my god, it was pure genius. Naruto—I mean Zenko—snuck into Toshinori Yagi's apartment. Yes, that Toshinori Yagi. The greatest hero, All Might. Who would've thought the number one hero lived in such a sad little apartment? I mean, seriously, you'd think he could afford a mansion or something, but nope, it's just a cramped little place. But whatever—Naruto's not there to judge real estate, he's there for revenge.

And how does he get it? Laxatives. Everywhere.

I'm talking hamburgers, soda, water, fruit—even his ice cream. Zenko didn't hold back. He spiked everything All Crap had in his fridge.

What happened next? Oh, diary, you'd have died laughing. All Crap spent the entire day running around Musutafu, hitting every public bathroom he could find. It was like some sort of twisted scavenger hunt. "Where's All Crap gonna blow up next?" And trust me, he wasn't gentle. He wrecked those bathrooms like they were villain hideouts. I can almost hear him screaming, "I am here!"—only this time it was in front of a shattered toilet.

And the best part? All Crap had no clue what was going on. He was confused, sweating bullets, and probably wondering if his digestive system had turned against him. Poor guy probably has the sorest butt in all of Japan right now. I'm not even exaggerating.

But Naruto—Zenko—wasn't done. Oh no, that was just the warm-up.

Next came the true masterpiece. Zenko took a pink permanent marker—a tournament-grade one, mind you—and drew a mustache on All Crap's face. Not just any mustache. A Kaiser mustache, the kind that makes you look like a villain from a hundred years ago. Thick, curly, ridiculous. And then, Naruto sealed the deal—literally. He slapped a Fuinjutsu seal on All Crap, so he couldn't even see the mustache. But everyone else could.

Can you imagine it? All Crap walking around for days with this giant pink mustache, oblivious, thinking everything's normal while people are staring and trying not to burst out laughing. He even went on TV like that! The news couldn't get enough of it—All Crap, standing there like a proud hero, while the whole country's watching him with that dumbass mustache.

And the moment he finally saw it? Priceless. He looked like someone had slapped him in the face with a frying pan. "How long has this been here?" he said, like he hadn't been strutting around with it for days. The answer? Way too long, All Crap. Way too damn long.

Honestly, Naruto—Zenko—has outdone himself this time. All Crap is getting exactly what he deserves for screwing Naruto-Kun over. And I, for one, couldn't be more entertained.

So yeah, All Crap finally pieced it together—Zenko was the mastermind behind all the pranks. Took him long enough, huh? But once he figured it out, he did everything in his power to catch him. The problem? Well, much like Endeavor couldn't catch Zenko, All Crap was just too damn slow.

You should've seen it: All Might tearing through the city, chasing after Naruto like a man possessed. Naruto, of course, played it cool. He'd whip around a corner, and poof—he'd transform into some random woman on the street. All Might would be totally bamboozled, huffing and puffing as he looked around, clueless. Meanwhile, Naruto—still in his disguise—would stand there, flipping All Crap off behind his back.

I gotta say, the only people who are enjoying this as much as I am are probably the All Crap haters. Even Endeavor's gotta be laughing his ass off now that he's no longer the target of Zenko's antics. I can just imagine that fiery bastard sipping his coffee and watching this go down on TV, smirking to himself.

But the real gem of all of this? Naruto's next prank. Oh god, this one was legendary. He led a furious, red-faced All Might straight into—wait for it—a women's clothing store. Yep, you heard me right. All Might, the mighty hero, chasing Zenko into a store full of lingerie and frilly dresses.

But that's not even the best part. Naruto, quick as ever, transforms into this stunning woman—half-naked, of course, because where's the fun if there's no drama? So, there he is, standing in the changing room, looking like some gorgeous, innocent girl. And BAM—All Crap bursts in like a bull in a china shop. The second he steps inside? Total chaos.

Women started screaming bloody murder. "Pervert!" they yelled, as they swarmed him, fists flying. The whole store practically exploded with women trying to deck All Crap for barging in. And Naruto—oh, Naruto—he sold it. His acting was award-worthy, seriously. He turned to the crowd, looking horrified, clutching his chest like his heart had just been shattered, and screamed, "No one will ever marry me now! All Crap saw me naked!"

I nearly pissed myself laughing when I saw the video later.

And get this—Auntie Mitsuki was there. Yep, shopping in the same store. You know her, she's never been one to hold back, and the second she saw what was happening, she nearly went medieval on All Might. She's yelling at him, calling him all sorts of names, defending honor of a girl who was around her daughter's age. It was absolute madness. Poor All Crap didn't even know what hit him.

Where was Naruto during all this? Still playing the traumatized young woman to perfection, sobbing and shaking as if her world had just crumbled. The government had to step in and spin the whole thing, claiming that All Might had been hit by some quirk to explain the very public disaster and save his image. And do you know what they did next? They paid Naruto—still disguised as that beautiful woman—a hefty sum to keep quiet.

Oh yeah. Naruto walked out of that mess with enough cash to retire and live the good life for the rest of his days. Not that he would, though. We all know that sitting still isn't in his nature. But damn, with the way things are going, I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or just hand him an award for "Best Prank of the Century."

Zenko really outdid himself this time.

And get this, diary—all of that craziness? It happened within the first four days of us getting our letters. I'm not even joking. Four days and Zenko's already turned All Crap's life into a circus.

But the best part? The next prank was even better.

So, after the whole fiasco with the mustache, All Crap beefed up security in his apartment. I'm talking hundreds of cameras, all watching the place 24/7. They were supposed to catch anyone who dared to sneak in again, especially after the first break-in. But guess what? Naruto-kun still slipped inside without a single camera catching him. Not one. He's just that good.

I mean, I've gotta be real with you here—we are fucking lucky Naruto didn't turn into the monster Konoha always said he was. Can you imagine what someone like him could do if he decided to go rogue? He could literally sneak into All Crap's apartment in the dead of night, while the guy was sleeping, slit his throat, and walk out without leaving a trace. Hell, he could rob any place he wanted, using his teleportation jutsu, and the government wouldn't even know who to blame.

The crazy thing is, the government watches everyone with teleportation quirks like a hawk, but Naruto? He's not in the system. They have no idea how to track him down. He can transform into anyone, mimic their voice perfectly, and pull off whatever crime he wanted, all while looking innocent as hell.

We're seriously lucky Naruto-kun isn't like that, because, if he snapped, Japan—hell, the world—would be completely fucked.

The only one who could probably figure out it's him is Nezu. And even then, Naruto would have to really mess up for Nezu to find even a shred of evidence. And here's the kicker—Naruto's such a damn good actor, Nezu would know it's him but wouldn't be able to prove it. He wouldn't be able to arrest him. Sure, maybe he could throw Naruto in jail, but with Naruto's shadow clones? He could create thousands of them to do the same things he does. It'd be like trying to catch smoke.

Yeah, you get the point. We're damn lucky Naruto-kun's on our side.

So, back to the prank on All Crap. Naruto snuck into All Might's apartment again—right past those hundreds of cameras—and this time? Oh, it was diabolical. He coated everything in All Crap's closet with itchy powder. I mean everything. Towels, socks, shoes, underwear, shirts, pants, business suits, you name it. No piece of clothing was spared.

And you can guess what happened next, right? Oh yeah. There's actual footage of All Crap scratching himself like a madman. He was rubbing his back on buildings, streetlamps, and even dragging his ass on the ground like a dog. And the best part? He didn't stop. All Crap was seen ducking into store after store, buying tubes of anti-itch cream like it was crack.

That made the news. It got so bad that the stock market for anti-itch creams shot through the roof. I'm not even kidding. And, uh… here's a little secret—I banked on that. The moment I heard Naruto-kun was up to his pranks again, I invested in one of those cream companies. And let's just say, I made fifty times what I put in.

But shh… no one can know that, alright?

So, All Crap finally got so fed up with Naruto-kun's shit—as Zenko, obviously—that he actually made a public announcement: Zenko was to be captured. Yeah, you heard that right. The number one hero is calling for a manhunt against a prankster vigilante. It's almost too good to be true.

But here's the kicker—only about 30 percent of the heroes in the area even bothered to try and catch him. Why? Because the rest of them wanted no part in it. They didn't want to end up like All Crap—pranked, humiliated, and turned into the butt of every meme and joke. I mean, if the number one hero needs help catching a prankster, what the hell do you think is going to happen to the others who try? Yeah, good luck with that.

And to make things even better? Zenko's popularity has been skyrocketing. Like, it's insane. You'd think All Crap's diehard fans would be out for blood, defending him no matter what, but nope. Turns out, people love the pranks. They're eating up the videos of All Crap's humiliation like candy. I guess people just can't resist seeing the almighty symbol of peace scratching his ass on the ground like a dog.

And here's the real shocker—Naruto-kun told me that Eraserhead, Aizawa, the underground hero who never takes shit from anyone and takes his job dead seriously, asked Zenko to sign his scarf. Yeah, you heard that fucking right. Eraserhead, the same guy who acts like he's allergic to fun, wanted Zenko's autograph because he thought the All Crap memes were hilarious. He even admitted he enjoyed the video of All Crap losing his mind while itching like a maniac.

I was floored. I mean, what the hell?

But that's not even the best part. No, no, the next prank? You're gonna love this.

Naruto-kun, in full Zenko mode, decided to follow All Crap everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Not just as Zenko, though—oh no, Naruto went above and beyond. He followed him as different women. Women who all told All Crap the same thing: "You're the father of my child."

I'm not even kidding. I'm still laughing just thinking about it. Naruto had these women—aka his clones—popping up left and right, telling All Crap they were pregnant, or that they already had his kids. And the best part? They all did it in public, right in front of crowds. The look on All Crap's face was fucking priceless.

Before long, the entire city was buzzing with rumors about All Crap being a cheating asshole, a playboy, a complete bastard. Everyone was whispering about how he couldn't even remember the women's names. And Naruto didn't stop there—he had his shadow clones fighting each other in the streets, screaming about who All Crap loved more, who he promised to marry. It was chaos. Pure, hilarious chaos.

There were hundreds of women—hundreds—claiming All Crap promised to marry them. And get this, at one point, All Crap passed out in the middle of the street with five different women standing over him, arguing about whose child he fathered. I swear, it was the funniest shit I've ever seen.

Oh, and Naruto didn't stop with the women. He took it a step further. He had some of his clones transform into babies—babies that looked just like the women, but with All Crap's features. Some weren't that obvious, but a few? Oh, they were dead ringers. Blonde hair, blue eyes, that wide All Might smile. You can imagine how that went over. People were losing their minds.

But the coup de grâce? Naruto transformed into his 12-year-old self and confronted All Crap right in the middle of a crowd. He looked up at him, big blue eyes shining with fake tears, and screamed, "You bastard! You abandoned my mother! She's dying and you left us!"

And here's the thing: Naruto's 12-year-old self looks exactly like a younger version of All Crap. The same sun-blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same tan peach skin, even that goofy smile when he's being serious. It was freaky how much he looked like All Might. The crowd went nuts. People were shouting, cameras flashing, and All Crap? He fucking collapsed. Passed out right there in the street.

Everyone was swarming him, yelling, trying to get answers. Meanwhile, Naruto? He disappeared. Just vanished, like he always does, and dispelled the clones. No one saw him go.

God, I had to stop writing a few times because I kept cracking up just thinking about it. This prank was on a whole other level. The news is eating this shit up. I can't even keep up with all the reports and gossip. But it was Naruto's 12-year-old version that really broke All Crap. He couldn't handle it.

And honestly? I've never seen anything funnier in my life.

Well, that was one hell of a week. Honestly, I've never laughed harder in my life, and I know I'm not the only one. Every time I think about it, I crack up. Seeing All Crap unravel day after day? Yeah, I definitely enjoyed it. Maybe a little too much.

But here's the thing—Naruto-kun told me he's going to slow down with the pranks. He said he's done pranking All Might on the daily. Now, he's thinking of switching things up. Make it more… unpredictable. Maybe prank him once a week, or twice, or hell, even three times if he's feeling it. Basically, he's going to keep All Crap on his toes, paranoid as hell, wondering when the next prank is coming.

I've gotta admit, that's genius. It's probably the best prank of all—keeping All Crap constantly looking over his shoulder, jumping at shadows, waiting for Zenko to strike. Psychological warfare at its finest. I can already see it—All Crap flinching every time someone so much as taps him on the shoulder.

It's going to be hilarious.

So yeah, I guess that's all I have to tell you for now, diary. The next time I write? It'll probably be after my first day of school at U.A. is over. Unless, of course, Naruto-kun starts teaching me some of his more advanced skills. If that happens, you'll be the first to know.

But until then, bye for now.

Izuki

First day of the new term.

New Location: U.A. High School

"Wow, the door's freaking huge," Izuki muttered, staring up at the giant Class 1-A door towering in front of her at U.A. High School. She stood frozen for a moment, glancing over at Naruto, who was right beside her. A bead of sweat slid down her temple. Why is everyone so damn tall around here? Did he… did he get taller?

In her mind's eye, she saw an image of two Narutos standing next to each other—one a little shorter, the other just slightly taller. She blinked and turned to him, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Did you get taller?"

Naruto tilted his head, looking like he was trying to figure it out himself. "I think so… I'm about 5'8" now. But hey, you're not the only one who grew a bit. You've hit about 5'2" and a half."

Izuki puffed out her chest with exaggerated pride. "Hell yeah, a whole inch taller!" She giggled, clearly amused by her own excitement.

But before they could continue their banter, a loud, familiar voice interrupted them. "Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking extra!" Katsumi Bakugo's shout echoed through the hallway.

Naruto chuckled, patting Izuki on the shoulder as he prepared to leave. "Good luck, Izuki-chan. See you around," he said, waving her off as he headed to his classroom.

Izuki sighed, watching him go, wishing he could've been in her class. "Bye, Naruto-kun… See you at lunchtime," she called after him, her hand lifting in a half-hearted wave.

As Naruto walked away, her eyes drifted lower, following the curve of his back down to his… butt. Izuki bit her lip, her face heating up as she caught herself staring. Goddamn, those pants make his ass look hot.

Immediately, her face flushed red, and she shook her head vigorously, mentally scolding herself. I am NOT a pervert. I am NOT a pervert. I. Am. NOT. A. Pervert! She repeated the mantra in her head, trying desperately to banish the thoughts. After a few deep breaths, she managed to compose herself.

"He'll be in my class after the sports festival," she muttered under her breath, steeling herself for the day ahead. "I just need to get through this first day." With a sigh of determination, she reached for the door handle and pushed it open.

The scene she walked into was pure chaos.

"Get your feet down from the desk, now!" A tall boy with glasses—Ida, she remembered—was practically barking at Katsumi, who sat with her legs crossed, her feet propped up on her desk, flicking him off with an unmistakable smirk.

Izuki rolled her eyes. This guy's a fucking piece of work.

"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" Ida scolded, practically vibrating with indignation. "You're supposed to act like a young woman! Everyone can see your underwear!"

Katsumi scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Why the fuck do you care? Were you staring down there, you fucking pervert?" She crossed her arms, her ruby-red eyes flashing with irritation. "And for the record, I've got shorts on underneath, so calm the hell down."

Izuki raised an eyebrow, watching the exchange. Katsumi's temper was as fiery as ever. Stupid fucking glasses. Izuki could almost hear Katsumi's thoughts. The only one allowed to see my panties is that dumbass tomato head in general studies.

Ida, meanwhile, had turned beet red, completely flustered at being called a pervert. He stammered, trying to backpedal. "Uh—n-no, that's not what I meant! I-I was just trying to help—"

Katsumi rolled her eyes, cutting him off with a sharp scoff. "Oh, so now you think you're better than me? Because you're from Somei, right? I'm gonna enjoy kicking your ass, you pervert." She sneered, her eyes gleaming with a hint of anger.

Ida blinked rapidly, clearly panicking. "No, that's not it at all! I-I wasn't—" But whatever excuse he was trying to make was drowned out by the murmurs of the other girls in the class, all of whom were giving him disapproving looks.

Izuki couldn't help but shake her head, suppressing a laugh. What a fucking mess.

Izuki walked toward her assigned seat in Class 1-A, just behind Katsumi and in front of the short, purple-haired guy she vaguely remembered seeing during the entrance exam. As she sat down, she noticed Ida was still trying to explain himself, insisting to anyone who'd listen that he wasn't a pervert and that he had never seen a female classmate's panties.

"Wow, he's just digging himself a bigger hole, isn't he?" commented the girl next to Izuki, shaking her head. She was petite, with a slender build and striking onyx eyes framed by notably long lower lashes. Her dark purple hair was cut to chin-length, with an asymmetrical fringe, and the most eye-catching feature? Those flexible, plug-like earphone jacks hanging from her earlobes.

Izuki couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah, pretty much. The guy's way too uptight."

"That's 'cause he used to be a private school student," the girl—Jiro, if Izuki remembered correctly—replied, leaning back with a bored expression.

Izuki shrugged, leaning on her desk. "Figures." She glanced around the room. "So, where's our teacher? Shouldn't he be here by now?"

"No sign of him yet," Jiro replied, waving to someone in the back row. "I've been here for a few minutes. Glasses guy and Yaomomo were the first ones here."

Izuki followed Jiro's gaze and spotted a tall girl with long black hair tied into a spiky ponytail. She had a mature, confident look about her, her dark eyes sharp yet kind. Izuki smiled as the girl—Yaomomo, apparently—waved at her from across the room, her demeanor much warmer than Izuki expected.

Well, this might not be so bad after all, Izuki thought to herself, feeling a bit more relaxed. No one's called me a whore or a bitch yet. Maybe high school won't be as awful as I thought.

But before she could enjoy that thought for too long, Katsumi's voice cut through the room like a knife. "Oi, Deku! Why the hell are you holding a cup of coffee? You better not have gotten that from tomato head, you bitch."

Izuki turned to face Katsumi, who was glaring daggers at her. Or maybe I spoke too soon, she thought, rolling her eyes internally. With a smirk, she casually raised the coffee cup to her lips. "Oh, actually, Naruto-kun made it for me," she said nonchalantly. "And he gave me some cake, too."

Katsumi's eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment, Izuki thought she might lunge forward to snatch the coffee right out of her hands.

"Boyfriend?" Jiro asked with a cocky smirk, raising an eyebrow at Izuki.

That comment made Izuki's face go bright red, and she waved her hands in front of her frantically. "No, no, no, no! He's just a really good friend!" she stammered, her heart racing at the implication.

Out of the corner of her eye, Izuki didn't notice Ojiro—a boy sitting nearby—sighing in visible relief. I thought someone had beaten me to the punch, he thought, casting quick, cautious glances in Izuki's direction. I need to make sure that Naruto guy doesn't get his hands on my future girlfriend.

Izuki, still trying to shake off her embarrassment, took a sip of her coffee, willing herself to calm down.

"Oh, so that means he's not your boyfriend… yet," Jiro teased, laughing internally as she watched the girl beside her turn an even deeper shade of red.

"No! I mean… um…" Izuki stammered, looking like she might just pass out from sheer embarrassment.

Before the conversation could get any more awkward for Izuki, Momo stood up from her seat in the back of the classroom, her eyes locked on the coffee cup. "Wait, is that coffee from Heaven Sent Child of Molecular Gastronomy?"

"Yeah, Naruto-kun works there," Izuki admitted, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. She didn't exactly love how that sounded—especially since Naruto was the only guy working there among a lot of girls.

"No freakin' way! That bastard works with all the total babes!" Mineta wailed, his eyes flooding with anime-style tears of jealousy as he waved his arms around dramatically.

Jiro deadpanned at Mineta's outburst, clearly unimpressed. "Oh, great. We've got the class pervert right here." Her tone was flat as she stared at him with a look that said she couldn't be bothered with his nonsense.

Meanwhile, Momo rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… I've been there a couple of times, but I've never seen your friend."

Izuki had to fight the urge to sigh in relief. Momo was the total package—smart, gorgeous, and elegant—and seeing someone like her with Naruto? Yeah, that would be unfair to the rest of the world. Attractive people dating each other? It just didn't feel right.

"Could I have some?" Jiro asked, sniffing the air and clearly catching the scent of the coffee. Izuki blinked, unsure if that was something girls usually did—sharing drinks like that. But hey, maybe that's what female friends did? She shrugged and handed Jiro the cup.

"Sure, why not?"

Izuki loved iced caramel macchiatos, especially the way Naruto always made them. He had a knack for it, every time.

Jiro eyed the drink curiously and turned to Momo. "Got a straw?"

Momo smiled, and out of nowhere, she produced a straw, handing it to Jiro like it was no big deal. No one even noticed when she created it. Jiro popped the straw into the cup and took a sip.

Her eyes widened immediately. "Holy shit, this is good. What is this drink?" she asked, passing the cup back to Izuki, who then offered it to Momo.

Momo took out yet another straw from thin air and took a sip, her expression turning into one of pleasant surprise. "Iced caramel macchiato. It's one of the best I've had," she said, passing the cup back to Izuki.

Izuki grinned. "Naruto-kun always makes them perfectly."

Momo looked like she might've downed the whole cup right then and there—she did have a love for tea and coffee, after all—but instead, she handed it back without finishing it off.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the door as a yellow sleeping bag slowly made its way into the classroom. Katsumi, who had been this close to swiping Izuki's coffee—because, really, why should Deku get free coffee and not her?—froze mid-motion, her attention now completely focused on the bizarre sight in front of them. That tomato fucker better bring me some coffee too, she thought, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the weird yellow blob.

The entire class stared in disbelief.

Is that a fucking caterpillar? they all thought in unison, watching the strange yellow object attempt to roll into the room. But something was wrong—it kept slamming against the doorframe, clearly too wide to fit.

"I…" Thud! The figure slammed into the door.

"Am…" Thud!

"Going…" Thud!

"To tell that…" Thud!

"Fucking rat to make these doors…" Thud!

"Fucking bigger!" came a voice, sounding irritated and tired.

The class watched, completely dumbfounded, as the yellow caterpillar creature righted itself and hopped onto its feet. The sleeping bag dropped slightly, revealing a man with disheveled hair, red eyes that made him look like he'd either been up for three days straight or had smoked something strong enough to knock out a horse.

Before anyone could get a word in, the man in the yellow sleeping bag spoke. "What kind of heroes are you guys?" he asked, his tone serious and flat.

Silence. No one knew what to say. It was like the question had hit them out of nowhere.

"You guys need to be ready for anything," he continued, looking around the room with an unimpressed expression. "People out there need help—whether it's someone injured, a person needing to cross the street, or hell, even something as simple as opening a door for someone."

Katsumi squinted at him, trying to wrap her head around this whole situation. Is this guy tripping balls? she wondered, taking in his bloodshot eyes and the way he looked like he hadn't slept in years. He looks high as fuck.

The entire class remained frozen, unsure of what to make of the strange, tired man in the yellow sleeping bag.

The man hopped awkwardly over to the teacher's desk, wriggling out of the yellow sleeping bag like a snake shedding its skin. The entire class stayed dead silent, staring at him like he was some alien that had just crash-landed in their classroom.

Is this guy for real? Izuki thought, her brows furrowing as she watched him shuffle through the bag, completely oblivious to the stunned looks on everyone's faces.

One by one, he started pulling random objects out of the bag. First, he chucked a massive pile of papers behind him without a care in the world, like he couldn't be bothered with the mess. Then came a pillow. Then another. Then another. Each one bigger than the last, until it looked like he was pulling them out of some kind of clown car.

The class watched, jaws collectively hitting the floor.

Next, the guy casually pulled out a steaming cup of coffee, like he was at some lazy morning brunch. Then came a blanket, and then, to everyone's complete and utter disbelief, he yanked out a body pillow—of Tigress from Kung Fu Panda—and tossed it aside like it was nothing.

What the actual fuck? Izuki thought, staring at the growing pile of nonsense with wide eyes.

But it didn't stop there. Oh no, this man was just getting started. He then pulled out a jar of cookies, labeled "Cookie Monster Weed Cookies," complete with a chibi Cookie Monster illustration, red eyes and all. The label proudly stated: Each cookie will make you want to chill out and relax. The man set the jar down on his desk, handling it with more care than anything else he'd tossed so far.

The class was in complete shock.

Then, out came a bunch of juice pouches labeled, "When life gets too fucking troublesome and you're done with the day," which he casually tossed onto the floor like they didn't matter. The last item? A black cat. Yep, the man pulled a live black cat out of the sleeping bag and tossed it behind him without a second thought. The cat landed gracefully on its feet, glaring at its owner like it was just as done with the man's shit as the class was.

And just when they thought things couldn't get any weirder, he pulled out a stack of U.A. uniforms.

"Catch," the man said in a bored voice, tossing package after package across the room.

Despite their shock, most of the students reflexively caught the uniforms, their instincts as future heroes kicking in. But Mineta? He was too busy ogling Momo, his perverted smirk firmly in place as he admired her from behind.

That was until the uniform package smacked him square in the balls.

"M-my balls!" Mineta squeaked, collapsing to the ground in agony, clutching himself as he landed face-first on the floor.

No one even noticed Mineta's suffering because they were too busy trying to process the absolute chaos unfolding before them.

Izuki blinked, her mind still reeling. This… this has to be our teacher?

The man finally stopped rummaging through his bag and looked up at the class, his tired red eyes scanning the room as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"You've got ten minutes to meet me outside, and don't be late," the teacher said, his voice flat and uninterested as he scooped up the black cat and the jar of weed cookies. "Because whoever's late will have to tell us something embarrassing about themselves."

Izuki snapped out of her daze first, realizing that the bizarre man in front of them was, indeed, their teacher. Wait… isn't this the teacher Naruto took his written exam for? she thought, piecing things together.

"Uh, I think he was serious," Izuki said, her voice snapping the rest of the class out of their collective shock.

Without missing a beat, everyone rushed to their feet. Izuki, along with Uraraka and the other girls, jogged toward the locker room, the energy in the room shifting from disbelief to mild panic as everyone scrambled to get ready in time.

I wonder how Naruto-kun is doing? Izuki thought as they headed down the hall.

Meanwhile, in Classroom 1C – General Studies

Naruto sat in his seat, feeling really fucking weird. Every guy in the room was staring daggers at him, pure jealousy burning in their eyes. And the reason for their jealousy? Well, that would be the Rated R Hero, Midnight, who was currently sitting comfortably on his lap.

He blinked, unsure how this had happened, and glanced around. Yep, the glares were real.

Midnight, the tall and curvaceous hero, was the kind of woman most men would lose their minds over. Her sky-blue eyes, framed by long lashes, tilted downward in a way that made her look both alluring and intimidating. And her outfit? Well, it didn't leave much to the imagination. A black leather, breastless leotard that hugged her body tightly, paired with a skin-tight white bodysuit that accentuated every curve. The thigh-high garter stockings, the utility belt with gold studs, and those knee-high boots only added to her dominatrix vibe. Add in the handcuffs on her wrists and the flogger-style whip she carried, and it was no wonder why all the guys were glaring at him like they wanted to trade places.

Naruto, though, was just confused as hell. He could've sworn the teacher's chair wasn't broken a few minutes ago, but now, here she was, sitting on him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Alright, kiddos," Midnight said, her voice sultry and smooth as she smiled down at the class, "how about we go around and introduce ourselves one by one? After that, we'll head to orientation, and then you'll get a half-day, so you can leave early."

Naruto's brain was still processing the fact that the R-rated hero was in his lap, and she didn't seem in any hurry to move. He shot a quick glance at the broken teacher's chair and then back at Midnight.

Wait… wasn't that chair perfectly fine a few minutes ago? His mind raced, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He wasn't sure if he should feel lucky or terrified, but he was definitely confused as all hell.

The rest of the class, though, was too distracted by the Rated R hero's presence to notice Naruto's confusion. Most of the guys looked like they'd either pass out or combust from sheer jealousy. Naruto, meanwhile, just kept thinking, How did I end up in this situation?

Everyone finally made it outside to the field, but to their confusion, there was no one there. The whole area was completely empty.

"Where the fuck is that caterpillar-hobo-fucker?" Katsumi snapped, arms crossed as she scanned the field with an irritated scowl.

"Did he mean out here or at the front?" Kirishima asked, scratching his head, clearly just as lost as the rest of the class. Everyone shared the same confused expression, standing there awkwardly with no clue where their teacher had disappeared to.

Izuki sighed. I wish I could summon foxes like Naruto-kun, she thought. That would've made finding their teacher a hell of a lot easier. Naruto always had the coolest tricks up his sleeve, like his summoning scroll from the fox clan. Yeah, that would've come in handy right about now.

"You think he's at the gym?" Uraraka suggested, raising an eyebrow. "He was pretty high from what I saw." She shrugged casually. "I mean, I know a lot of people back home who get stoned and then say one thing and do something completely different."

"That could probably be it," Jiro added, nodding as she glanced over at the nearby gym. "Makes sense."

With that, the entire group trudged toward the gym. Sure enough, as they walked in, they found their sensei—the hobo caterpillar himself—destroying an entire jar of weed cookies, shoving them into his mouth like they were his last meal on Earth.

"Sensei?" Ida questioned, his voice filled with concern.

Aizawa turned around slowly, eyes still red and half-lidded, looking like he hadn't slept in a century. He glared at them all while munching on a cookie, clearly unimpressed. "You're two minutes late."

"Uh… Sensei, you told us to meet you outside, not at the gym," Momo said, sweatdropping as she watched him stuff another cookie into his mouth. Suddenly, her parents' warnings about staying away from drugs made a whole lot more sense.

Aizawa just stared at them, unfazed, crumbs falling from his mouth. "Listen, kids," he began, his tone oddly professional despite the fact he was actively devouring a jar of Cookie Monster Weed Cookies, "when you're out there as heroes, sometimes the intel you gather is wrong. Faulty info. Happens all the time." He tossed the nearly empty jar behind him without a second thought. "So, you have to be ready to look for clues and adapt. This is lesson number two."

Everyone stared at him, sweatdropping and dead silent.

Is he for real? Izuki wondered, torn between disbelief and trying not to laugh.

Then, out of nowhere, Ida burst into tears—literal anime tears—his hands clapping together with fervor. "Bravo! Bravo! You are absolutely right, Sensei! This is a lesson I will remember for the rest of my life!" he cried, clapping like he'd just heard the most profound wisdom ever spoken.

Wow… this guy is a fucking idiot, the rest of the class thought in unison, blinking at Ida like he had just lost his damn mind.

Meanwhile, Aizawa casually wiped his mouth, looking as if he'd just delivered the greatest lesson of all time.

"Okay, follow me outside so I can tell you why we're here… wait, I mean out there," Aizawa mumbled, waving a hand vaguely as he shuffled toward the exit.

The class just stared for a moment, their collective confusion hitting a new peak. But after a beat, they followed along, not sure what else to do. As they left, the black cat Aizawa had casually tossed earlier padded over to the half-filled weed cookie jar and started munching away like this was just another Tuesday.

Outside.

"We will be doing a quirk assessment test," Aizawa announced, his back to the class, his gaze locked on the cloudy sky like it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

"Uh, sensei?" Uraraka ventured, raising a hesitant hand. "What about orientation?"

Aizawa slowly turned to look at them, his eyes half-lidded and red, his expression dead serious. The intensity of his stare made everyone instinctively step back, thinking they had somehow asked the wrong question. But while they were frozen in place, no one noticed him discreetly pulling out his phone and glancing at the screen, reading something quickly.

On the screen was a note he'd clearly written to himself during a moment of clarity.

"Dear my high self. This is you not high as fuck. You must be reading this and asking, 'Not high me, what the fuck do I do now?' Someone asked me a question, right?"

Aizawa nodded, appreciating how smart his sober self really was. One of him had to be responsible, after all.

He scrolled down, still nodding thoughtfully.

"Step one: Fail the whole class if anyone hates weed. We do not need a repeat of last year, when a student tried to burn our weed cookies just because they were anti-weed."

Aizawa's eyes briefly flickered over the students, quickly gauging their reactions. Did anyone look disgusted? Was anyone giving him that judgy "I'm better than you because I don't smoke" look?

Nope. Seemed like they were all still too shell-shocked to care. Well, except for Ida, who was practically vibrating with enthusiasm. That guy looked like he was one breath away from writing a thesis on how perfect Aizawa's teaching methods were. Kiss-ass, Aizawa thought, but at least he wasn't one of those students—the ones who hated weed. Those ones didn't last long.

Aizawa briefly thought back to last year, remembering how one anti-weed student had tried to burn his precious cookies. Needless to say, it didn't end well for that kid. Aizawa had kicked his ass like Po did to Tai Lung in Kung Fu Panda. It was epic.

Satisfied that no one here was about to go all anti-weed crusader on him, Aizawa tucked his phone back into his pocket and nodded to himself.

"Alright," he said, clearing his throat and turning back to the class. "Forget orientation. You're not here to sit around listening to speeches. You're here to work." His voice was flat, but there was an edge of authority behind the drawl. "We're doing the quirk assessment test. Now."

The class blinked, still trying to process the randomness of their teacher. Katsumi looked like she was about two seconds away from blowing something up out of sheer frustration, while Izuki just stared, hoping this wasn't some kind of prank.

"Oh, and one more thing," Aizawa added casually, stretching like he was about to take a nap right there on the field. "Anyone who fails… well, let's just say I don't have time for people who hate cookies."

Silence. Every student blinked, caught completely off guard by his bluntness.

"If you really wanna make it to the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies," Aizawa continued, eyes half-lidded as he read from his notes like he was bored by his own words. Gasps echoed from the students, clearly shocked by his outright dismissal of something they thought was important.

"Here at U.A., we're not tethered to traditions," Aizawa said, glancing up briefly to gauge their reactions. "That means I get to run my class however the hell I want." He paused, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over them, trying to look serious but somehow failing because of how high he appeared.

"You've been taking standardized tests for most of your lives," he went on, now holding up his phone like it contained the secret to life. "But you've never gotten to use your quirks in physical exams before."

The class leaned in, expecting some kind of grand revelation, but when they looked at the phone screen… they deadpanned. Instead of exam results or anything remotely useful, it showed a picture of Aizawa dressed in a catsuit, being attacked by at least 20 different cats. He looked so done with life in the picture, and the whole thing was so absurd, they didn't know whether to laugh or just question reality.

"Uh… Aizawa-sensei? That's just… your home screen. Showing you… uh… being attacked by cats," Izuki pointed out hesitantly, trying to stifle a laugh but failing miserably.

Aizawa blinked, staring blankly at the screen for a moment before turning it back toward himself. He tapped a few buttons, his face completely neutral. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he turned the phone back to the class, now showing what seemed to be student names… with questionable nicknames beside them.

The students leaned in again, squinting at the screen.

Kaminari: "Pikachu."

Kirishima: "Gets Hard."

Aoyama: "I make cursing in French."

And Katsumi… well, her nickname was simply: "Anger Management Issues."

Katsumi growled, her teeth grinding audibly. "You're just showing us the nicknames you came up with for us!" she hissed, her ruby-red eyes flashing with irritation.

Aizawa shrugged lazily, completely unfazed by her fury. "I know. It's part of the plan," he said, sounding like that explained everything.

The class stared at him, confused as hell. What the fuck was this guy on about?

Aizawa, however, seemed perfectly content to let their confusion stew. He smirked ever so slightly, knowing full well he was fucking with their heads, and somehow enjoying it.

"The country still tries to act like we're all created equal," Aizawa muttered, sounding like he was delivering some profound revelation. "By not letting those with the most power excel, we're holding everyone back. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will figure it out."

Izuki sweatdropped. I'm pretty sure I've heard this speech before… on Google, she thought, watching as Aizawa nodded to himself, clearly impressed by his own words.

Thanks, Google… and sober me. Yeah, you guys are the real MVPs, Aizawa was practically patting himself on the back in his head, nodding along like some kind of stoned philosopher.

He shifted his gaze to Katsumi, as if that rambling hadn't just happened. "Anger Management Issues," he started, clearly not giving a damn about her scowl, "you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam."

Izuki raised an eyebrow. Technically, that was Naruto-kun. But whatever, she thought, deciding not to say anything.

"What was your farthest distance throw with a softball in junior high?" Aizawa asked, clearly expecting some kind of impressive answer.

Katsumi crossed her arms, trying not to explode at the nickname. "Fifty-five meters… I think," she grumbled, her jaw clenched.

Without another word, Aizawa tossed her a softball, which she caught with ease.

She moved into the circle, preparing for the throw, her mind wandering for just a second. I wonder what that tomato head is doing right now…

Meanwhile, at Orientation.

The room was dead silent.

Well, the students were, anyway. Every first-year male was glaring daggers at Naruto, and he had no idea why. Midnight, meanwhile, sat comfortably on his lap, enjoying the death glares being thrown her way by a few jealous female students.

Nezu, seated at the front, was chuckling internally, watching the chaos unfold with quiet glee. Midnight really knows how to shake things up, he thought, suppressing his amusement at the growing tension.

Naruto, for his part, was completely lost. Why the hell is everyone staring at me? he wondered, trying not to squirm under the intense glares of his peers. And why was Midnight still sitting on his lap? The chair wasn't broken anymore, was it?

Midnight, shifting deeper into Naruto's lap, leaned in close, her voice silky. "Has anyone ever told you," she purred, a sly smile on her lips, "that you smell like a coffee shop?"

Naruto blinked. "Uh, no…?" he said, confused as hell. He glanced nervously at the other students, who were practically frothing at the mouth with jealousy.

Midnight smiled wider, her nose practically buried in his hair as she inhaled deeply. "Mmm," she licked her lips, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "You smell like baked goods."

Naruto's brain short-circuited. What the fuck is even happening right now?

Meanwhile, Nezu was barely containing his laughter, watching the chaos with twinkling eyes. This was the kind of entertainment he lived for.

Back with Class 1-A,

Katsumi shrugged as she prepared to throw the softball. He's probably bored out of his damn mind, she thought, completely unaware of the chaotic morning Naruto was actually having.

"Alright, Caterpillar. You asked for it," she said, winding up her arm. The moment she released the ball, an explosion erupted from her hand. "Fucking die!" she shouted, watching the softball rocket into the distance like it was shot out of a cannon.

Aizawa, barely paying attention, stared lazily at his phone. "All of you need to know your maximum capabilities," he said, showing them his phone screen without looking up. "It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as pro heroes."

The class blinked. There on his phone was a video of Kung Fu Panda 2.

Uraraka deadpanned, "Uh, sir, that's literally just Kung Fu Panda."

Aizawa blinked slowly, his bloodshot eyes focusing for a second. "I knew that," he said, his tone completely flat. "I was just… keeping you on your toes. You're all doing fine." He waved a hand dismissively, but the class wasn't buying it. Well, except for Ida, who was furiously scribbling notes in his notebook, nodding as though he'd just heard some divine wisdom.

With a few lazy taps on his phone, Aizawa pulled up the actual results. "Eight hundred meters," he announced, glancing at the screen. "That's wild."

"Whoa, I wanna go next!" Mina said excitedly, bouncing on her feet.

"This is awesome! We get to use our quirks as much as we want!" Sero chimed in, a grin spreading across his face.

Aizawa's gaze hardened into a thousand-yard stare, the kind that could make even the most confident person reconsider their life choices. The excited chatter immediately died down, and an uneasy silence settled over the group.

"I think we fucked up," someone muttered under their breath, their eyes darting nervously at their sensei.

Aizawa didn't seem to notice. Where the hell is Mr. Whiskers? he wondered, briefly glancing around. And where are my weed cookies? He felt a vibration in his pocket and casually pulled out his phone, squinting at the screen. His students misinterpreted the movement as a glare, and they all took a collective step back.

The message was from Ms. Joke.

"Aizawa-kun, let's Netflix and chill. I got Kung Fu Panda 4 ."

Aizawa's eyebrows lifted in mild interest. He texted back, "Okay, I'll bring the weed cookies."

Ms. Joke's response was immediate. "I've got something better… weed coffee."

Aizawa's eyes practically sparkled. "You're on." He pocketed his phone and turned back to his class, a dark chuckle escaping his throat.

"It looks fun, huh?" he said, his voice low and unsettling. The entire class stiffened, unsure if they should answer. "So, this looks fun to you?"

Everyone's faces paled, a collective oh shit expression spreading like wildfire.

"You have three years here to become heroes," Aizawa continued, his tone taking on an edge that made everyone's skin crawl. "You think it's all gonna be games and playtime? Idiots." He laughed, but it was the kind of laugh that made people uneasy, like he knew something they didn't.

"Today, you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential," he said, his voice cold now. "Whoever comes in last has none—and will be expelled immediately."

The entire class broke out in a nervous sweat, realizing that this was very much not a joke.

Inwardly, Aizawa chuckled. Hah, I'm not really expelling anyone… well, except for Ida, he thought, casting a brief glance at the eager student. Pretty sure that kid's anti-weed.

"Are you joking, sensei? We just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that's still not fair!" Uraraka's voice rang out, clearly speaking for the entire class.

Oh great, here comes the anime finger pats, Aizawa thought, internally rolling his eyes as he watched the students shift nervously. He was really just screwing with them at this point. None of them had said anything like 'Screw your weed. Weed is bad for you,' which would've been enough for him to kick every single one of them out on the spot. Lucky for them, his sober self had written him a perfectly good plan to mess with them while keeping it professional.

He shrugged, his expression as bored as ever. "Oh, and you think natural disasters are fair? Or power-hungry villains? Or, I don't know, vigilante pranksters who like to mess with heroes?"

He paused, thinking for a moment about Zenko. Gotta admit, the kid's pretty entertaining. He screws with the top heroes and still gets shit done in the underground scene at night. Aizawa sighed internally, a bit disappointed that Zenko hadn't tried out for U.A. What a waste of talent.

Meanwhile, with Naruto…

Naruto, sitting innocently at the orientation, suddenly felt a sneeze coming on. He tried to hold it back but ended up making a ridiculously cute sound instead.

Everyone stared at him like he had just done something completely out of the ordinary. They looked stunned.

"Sorry," Naruto said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I think someone's talking about me."

Midnight's eyes sparkled, locking onto him like a predator eyeing its prey. "So cute," she cooed before pulling him into a tight hug, his face squished into her chest.

Multiple male students immediately passed out from nosebleeds, overwhelmed by jealousy and disbelief. Meanwhile, a few girls across the room were glaring daggers at Midnight for getting her hands all over the adorable, red-haired guy with whisker marks on his cheeks.

Back with Aizawa…

"Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out entire cities? No," Aizawa said, continuing his lecture with a casual shrug. "The world isn't fair, and you're gonna have to deal with that shit. It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness, to do what you can in the face of overwhelming odds. If you want to be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink."

With that, he tossed another softball, this time aiming for Momo, but the throw went a little too low.

Instead of Momo catching it, the ball sailed through the air and hit Mineta square in the balls. The pervert had been too busy staring at Momo's butt to notice the incoming projectile. The second the ball made contact, every guy in the room winced in unison.

"M-m-my balls… N-not again…" Mineta whimpered, his voice suddenly several octaves higher as he crumpled to the ground face-first.

Momo blinked, confused for a moment before a small smile tugged at her lips. She had a feeling the universe had just done her a solid.

Katsumi strutted past Izuki with a smug grin plastered across her face. "Try to beat that, Deku," she teased, clearly riding the high of her powerful softball throw.

Izuki just shrugged, unbothered. Throwing the ball's gonna be a problem anyway, she thought, knowing she couldn't rely on her wind quirk to blast it into the air like Katsumi's explosion. She did have a few water jutsu up her sleeve, but she'd have to use them perfectly if she wanted to pull this off.

Aizawa lazily tossed the next ball to Uraraka. "Alright, Animal Paws, you're up."

Uraraka caught it but immediately sweatdropped. "Really? Animal Paws?" she said, pointing to the slight paw-like prints on her fingertips. The nickname felt a little too on-the-nose, and not in a fun way.

Aizawa blinked at her, looking like he was barely keeping himself awake. "Would you prefer Round Face?" he asked, sounding genuinely indifferent. It was the second thing that had come to his mind, and clearly, he wasn't invested enough to think of anything better.

"Animal Paws is fine," she replied, smiling through gritted teeth. Her irritation was clear as a tick mark formed on her forehead. Great, he picked the one thing assholes from back home used to mock me for. She knew Aizawa didn't mean anything by it, but still, the nickname stung. And, to be fair, she did have a round face, so maybe she'd dodged a worse one.

"Stay in the circle, and anything goes," Aizawa mumbled, turning his attention back to his phone, completely disengaged from the moment. His fingers lazily scrolled through the hero group chat, which had blown up in the background.

From Peacock:

Midnight, get your hands off my favorite student. We don't need you turning him into a pervert.

Night Kitten responded:

Oi, why don't you mind your own business? I'm just showing my future husband a little something about the female body. Kid's too dense, and I like that. Fufufufu.

Aizawa paused, raising an eyebrow. He could literally hear Midnight's voice in his head with that last "Fufufufu."

Joker chimed in:

Oh ho ho, I didn't know Midnight had the hots for a third-year! Who is it?!

Stoneface replied:

It's not a third-year, Ms. Jokes.

Then came Badass Bunny:

Second year? Damn, who knew Midnight liked 'em young.

Aizawa's expression didn't change as he read the next message from Night Kitten, but his eyes momentarily flickered in disbelief.

Night Kitten:

Look who's talking, Mirko. You've got the hots for Zenko, and he's the same age as my future husband.

Attached was a picture of Naruto looking completely confused but smiling sheepishly at the camera, clearly having no idea what was going on.

Aizawa sighed. What the hell is going on over there? He briefly wondered if this was the kind of drama normal workplaces had. Then again, this was U.A.—nothing was ever normal here.

Uraraka smirked as she tossed the softball into the air, her fingertips brushing the ball with a casual flick. I'll show him what's up, she thought, half-assing her throw. But with her quirk activated, the ball kept going—further, further, further—until it disappeared from sight altogether.

The class stared, jaws dropping, as the ball vanished into the sky. Aizawa barely reacted, his half-lidded gaze still glued to his phone. A notification pinged, but it wasn't from the hero group chat this time.

It was from Nezu.

"Midnight, could you please keep it PG? I noticed that both boys and girls at the orientation weren't listening to my speech," Nezu, aka Mad Rat, had texted.

Midnight's response came in quick.

"But sir, Naruto-kun is so cute and so innocent. Someone could take advantage of him, and it's my job as his teacher to make sure that doesn't happen."

Aizawa, even as high as he was, could tell Midnight was laying claim to the red-haired boy. She's making her move, huh? he thought with an amused smirk. He exited the group chat and turned his attention back to Uraraka's results, blinking once, twice, then rubbing his eyes.

No way.

"I think this shit's broken," Aizawa muttered, glancing at the screen again in disbelief.

Uraraka, hearing that, puffed out her chest smugly. "Why's that, sensei?" she asked, already assuming she'd nailed it. Bet I got, like, infinity, she thought confidently, crossing her arms.

Aizawa squinted at the results, then deadpanned, "You have negative 500 meters…"

Everyone's heads whipped toward the scoreboard as they saw it for themselves: -500 meters.

Uraraka's jaw hit the floor. "W-what?" she gasped, absolutely floored.

Aizawa sighed, glancing at the screen again. "Oh, wait. That's the amount of yen the softball costs." His lips curled into the laziest, most sarcastic smile possible. "You got infinity."

The entire class blinked as they processed what he said, while Uraraka nearly collapsed in relief. "Sensei!" she scolded, realizing he'd just been messing with her the whole time.

Aizawa chuckled lightly, clearly enjoying himself. "Those softballs only cost 500 yen anyway. Pretty cheap, huh?"

Uraraka, still shaken, tried to regain her composure. He was just messing with me… That was close, she thought, wiping the sweat from her brow.

The rest of the class chuckled, though a little uneasily, realizing Aizawa could flip between total professionalism and a stoner-level mind game whenever he felt like it.

One after another, the students stepped up for their turn. Things were moving along, but it wasn't until Momo pulled off something truly impressive that everyone's jaws collectively hit the floor.

Izuki's mouth practically unhinged as Momo, cool as ever, casually created a full-on cannon out of nowhere. Without so much as breaking a sweat, she loaded the softball into it, aimed, and bam—fired it off.

The ball shot into the distance, disappearing from sight as everyone stared in awe.

"Fifteen hundred meters. You've got second place," Aizawa announced with a shrug, like watching someone create a cannon from thin air was just a normal Tuesday. He didn't even bother looking surprised—he knew no one was beating Uraraka's infinite throw anyway.

Ida was up next. True to form, he overthought it and opted to kick the softball. The ball flew, albeit not quite as far as he hoped.

"190 meters," Aizawa noted, raising an eyebrow. "Very creative."

Ida nodded sharply, as if his strategy had been the most brilliant thing in the world, and stepped back in line. The rest of the class deadpanned, though—seriously, dude? Kicking it?

Then came Mineta, who waddled up with his usual sleazy confidence. He tossed the ball weakly, and everyone watched it plop down a mere 20 meters away.

"Twenty meters. You're in last place," Aizawa said bluntly, not even bothering to sugarcoat it.

Mineta instantly burst into tears, sobbing dramatically as if his world had just ended. Everyone else just rolled their eyes.

Next up was Mina, who had a different approach in mind. She kicked off her shoes, grinning like she was about to show everyone something amazing. She started spinning, arms out like a shot put athlete, using her acid quirk to boost her speed.

But just as she reached maximum spin velocity, disaster struck.

The softball, flung at a ridiculous speed, went flying in the wrong direction—straight into Mineta's crotch.

Mineta's face contorted in horror before he crumpled to the ground in a heap, passed out cold from the sheer impact. The guys watching collectively winced, their hands instinctively flying to cover their own, uh, assets.

"Medic!" Aizawa shouted, wincing as well. Two robots appeared out of nowhere, scooped Mineta up like a sack of potatoes, and whisked him off to the nurse's office.

Aizawa rubbed his temples, clearly regretting every decision that led to this moment. "Horns," he said, turning to the next student, "just throw it normally unless you want another guy sent to the nurse's office." He positioned himself sideways, as far away from the softball's path as possible. No way was he taking any chances.

Mina, sweat dripping down her forehead, chuckled nervously. Every guy there was still covering their groin area, not willing to risk another accident.

"Umm, don't worry, guys… I'll just throw it normally," she said, waving her hands in reassurance, though she was clearly shaken. Kami must hate that guy, she thought. First time? Second time? Hell, no one even knew that was the third time.

She stepped up, praying she didn't take out anyone else.

Then the ball came to Izuki, who stepped into the circle, her fingers flexing as she prepared to throw.

Alright, channel chakra through my arm, focus, and launch it, she thought, taking a deep breath. With all the strength she had, she hurled the softball into the air, watching it soar higher and higher before finally descending.

"290 meters. Not bad," Aizawa said, sounding as though he couldn't care less, though his bloodshot eyes flicked up just for a second.

Izuki smiled, feeling satisfied—until she caught sight of Katsumi's smug grin from the corner of her eye. That shit-eating grin was practically screaming try harder, Deku.

Just wait, Kacchan, Izuki thought, her competitive fire reigniting. I've got the edge in the other tests, hands down.

Later…

"Alright, 50-meter dash," Aizawa droned, glancing at his phone like he had something far more interesting to scroll through. "Mufflers and Froggy, you're up."

Izuki stood off to the side, chatting with Uraraka as Ida and Asui prepared to race.

"So, who do you think's gonna get the fastest time?" Uraraka asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"I'm not sure… probably Ida," Izuki guessed, shrugging. "His quirk makes him fast as hell." She briefly considered using Shunshin, her ninja body flicker technique, but she was still working out the kinks. It was about a fifty-fifty chance she'd get it right and not faceplant in front of everyone.

The measuring robot's voice broke through her thoughts. "Runners, on your mark… ready… go!"

Ida and Asui bolted forward, their quirks kicking in immediately.

"3.04 seconds," the robot announced for Ida, while Asui clocked in at 5.58 seconds.

Izuki nodded in approval, but then felt the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at her—hard.

She glanced over her shoulder and locked eyes with a muscular blond guy. He had his hair swept forward and thin, sharp eyes. Oh, and a tail. A completely hairless tail, save for a tuft at the tip. Ojiro, she remembered. He was looking at her with a kind of intensity that threw her off for a second.

Weird… but whatever. Izuki flashed a polite smile, thinking nothing of it. He was a classmate after all, and she didn't mind being friendly.

Ojiro, however, was not thinking "classmate." That smile? It hit him like a truck. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt his face heat up. She smiled at me. She's noticing me. Holy shit.

His thoughts went into overdrive as his gaze stayed locked on her. She… will… be… mine, Ojiro thought, his expression shifting into something that resembled Mineta's creepy stare at Momo earlier, completely oblivious to how intense he looked.

Izuki turned back to Uraraka, completely unaware of Ojiro's new obsession. Uraraka, catching the glance between them, raised an eyebrow. "Uh… are you cool with… whatever that was?"

Izuki blinked. "What? Oh, Ojiro? Nah, he's just… there. It's fine," she shrugged, laughing it off. But she had no idea what kind of thoughts were brewing in Ojiro's head.

"Next up, Animal Paws and Tail," Aizawa announced bluntly, barely looking up from his phone.

Uraraka and Ojiro both moved to the starting line, preparing for the 50-meter dash. Ojiro cracked his knuckles, while Uraraka fiddled with her outfit, making it weightless.

Jiro stood next to Izuki, leaning in with a smirk. "Looks like you're up against Anger Management Issues soon."

Izuki shrugged, unfazed. "Looks like it. But I think I can keep up with her."

"Really?" Jiro raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's your quirk?"

Izuki, completely unaware of the heated glare Ojiro was sending Jiro's way, nonchalantly explained, "Oh, it's called Power Source. It's an emitter type. I can use this energy to make myself stronger, faster, and manipulate a few elements… and a lot of other things."

Chakra, Izuki thought, but decided to keep it simple. She wasn't about to give away her whole ninja toolkit just yet. They'd find out soon enough anyway. No quirks here, people. Just chakra. But I guess fuck it—I'll play along.

Jiro's jaw practically hit the floor. "That sounds… kinda broken."

Izuki rubbed the back of her cheek, a little embarrassed. "Kinda. I only unlocked it about a year ago, so I'm still getting the hang of it. Naruto-kun has a similar quirk, but his is more advanced."

"Wait, hold on," Jiro interrupted, clearly shocked. "You're telling me you barely unlocked your quirk a year ago?" She couldn't believe how well Izuki was handling it after such a short time. It wasn't unusual to find people with similar quirks, but getting such a strong grip on it after just a year? That was wild.

Izuki nodded. "Yeah. I would've taken way longer to figure it all out if it wasn't for Naruto-kun helping me train."

Jiro raised an eyebrow, clearly curious now. "So, how old is this Naruto guy? Is he a high schooler too? What school does he go to?"

Izuki's expression softened a little, a trace of sadness creeping into her voice. "He's our age. First-year, like us… but he's in General Studies." She sighed slightly, missing having Naruto in her class.

Meanwhile, Ojiro, standing at the starting line, was silently seething. Why the hell is that bitch taking my Izuki's attention away from me? His glare shifted between Jiro and Izuki, growing darker with every second. I swear, I'll kill her if she doesn't back off.

Unaware of the death glares being thrown in her direction, Jiro continued to process what she had just learned. "Damn. General Studies, huh? Seems like he should be here in the hero course with a quirk like that."

Izuki nodded, a bit wistful. "Yeah… He'll be here soon, though. He'll transfer after the sports festival, I'm sure of it."

"Runners, on your mark," the measuring robot's voice rang out, cutting through their conversation.

Ojiro and Uraraka tensed up, getting ready for the race.

"Ready? Go!"

Both shot off the starting line, and Izuki couldn't help but notice the way Ojiro kept sneaking glances at her, his eyes more intense than they should've been for a simple 50-meter dash.

What's his deal? she thought, shaking her head. Man, this school is full of weirdos.

Meanwhile, with Naruto…

"You want me to do what, Midnight-sensei?" Naruto asked, his tone laced with confusion as he stared at his homeroom teacher.

Around him, his male classmates looked like they'd been sucker-punched. Every guy in the room was silently screaming, wishing it were them being asked this favor. Well, except for one dude who was too high to even walk straight, let alone comprehend what was happening.

Meanwhile, the girls in Naruto's homeroom exchanged looks of utter disbelief. They were all thinking the same thing: Is Midnight seriously taking advantage of the class's resident redhead who's too damn dense to understand what's happening? To them, it seemed unfair that their teacher was hogging all of Naruto's attention, the hot guy they all secretly (or not so secretly) had a crush on.

Midnight, her voice dripping with innocence, smiled sweetly. "I think I might've hurt my ankle walking to orientation today. Recovery Girl isn't around, so could you carry me back to the classroom? I'm sure a strong, young man like you could handle that, right?"

Naruto blinked, his brain trying to catch up. "Uh… sure. If you're hurt, that's fine," he said, not thinking twice about it.

Before anyone could say a word, Naruto effortlessly scooped Midnight up in a bridal carry, holding her like she weighed nothing. Midnight's lips curled into a smug smirk as she basked in the death glares being shot her way from the girls in the room. The sheer jealousy radiating off of them was palpable. And the boys? Oh, they were glaring daggers at Naruto's back, wishing they were in his place. Every single one of them would've jumped at the chance to carry Midnight—probably while trying to take full advantage of the situation. But Naruto? Naruto was completely clueless about the implications of what he was doing, and Midnight loved it.

As Naruto carried her out of the orientation room, Midnight draped her arms around his chest, looking like a queen who'd just claimed victory. From across the room, Principal Nezu facepalmed, shaking his head at the scene unfolding before him. The other students just watched in stunned silence, some with slack-jawed disbelief, others looking downright envious.

Behind them, a few of Midnight's other students followed, whispering among themselves as they tried to make sense of what just happened.

I think I'm going to enjoy this year the most, Midnight thought with a sly grin, settling comfortably in Naruto's arms. The first-year boys were still glaring holes into him, and she couldn't help but find it amusing. Meanwhile, Naruto, dense as ever, just kept walking, blissfully unaware of the chaos he was causing.

Back with Class 1-A, outside, finishing up the 50-meter dash…

"Freckles and Anger Management Issues, you're up next," Aizawa called out, his attention more focused on his phone than on the students in front of him. He was scrolling through a picture of Naruto carrying a smug-looking Midnight out of the orientation.

Well… he is 16, and it's Japan, Aizawa thought lazily, his brain connecting dots with the efficiency of someone who was definitely not sober. He paused mid-scroll, his mind suddenly derailing. Wait… where the hell is Mr. Whiskers? And more importantly, where the fuck is my Cookie Monster weed cookie jar? His eyes lazily scanned the area, though his students were clearly the last thing on his mind.

"Runners on your mark. Set. Go!" shouted the automated measuring device, its voice startling Aizawa from his existential snack crisis.

Katsumi blasted off the starting line, using her explosions to rocket forward, while Izuki channeled chakra through her legs and launched herself ahead.

The measuring device beeped loudly: "3.9 seconds! 4.0 seconds!"

Izuki barely edged Katsumi out by a fraction of a second, and Katsumi's fiery glare made it clear she was not happy about it. Izuki, however, wore the smuggest smirk imaginable.

"We're tied," Izuki teased, giving Katsumi a playful look.

Katsumi scoffed, her jaw clenched. "Whatever. I'll be the one on top soon enough," she growled, stomping away with a furious huff.

Later, Inside the Gym…

Everyone was now in groups, tackling the grip strength test. The room buzzed with activity, but no one noticed Aizawa sitting off to the side, quietly wiping away a single tear.

"Someone ate my weed cookies…" he muttered, his voice shaky with emotion. "I'm gonna beat the shit out of whoever ate them." He raised his fist to the sky as if vowing to uncover the meaning of life and avenge his stolen snacks. Meanwhile, his cat, Mr. Whiskers, lay sprawled out on the bleachers, drooling in his sleep. Completely oblivious.

"Beep!" came the sound of a completed grip test.

"I got 40 kg!" Uraraka chirped, playfully flexing her bicep with a goofy grin.

"Yeah, I don't think anyone's beating Yaomomo's record," Jiro pointed out, nodding toward Momo, who had fashioned a mechanical clamp to squeeze the grip machine for her. Momo looked a bit sheepish as the machine beeped again.

"999 kg," Mina read, her eyes wide. "Holy crap. Looks like the second-highest is Shoji—he got 540 kg."

All eyes turned to Izuki, who was up last for their group.

Izuki cracked her knuckles and casually channeled chakra through her arm. She gripped the machine, and when it beeped, everyone froze.

"220 kg?!" Mina practically shouted. "What the hell? Do you have some kind of strength quirk?"

Izuki shrugged, feeling Katsumi's eyes burning a hole into the back of her skull. "Nope. My quirk just gives me a boost of strength, that's all."

Katsumi, who had barely managed to get 80 kg, was growling softly under her breath, her hands clenched into fists.

"That's a very good quirk, Midoriya-san," Momo commented, nodding appreciatively.

Izuki waved off the compliment with a smile. "Just call me Izuki, it's fine."

Momo nodded in return, her smile gentle. "If that's your choice, then you can call me Momo."

"Oh, oh! Call me Mina!" Mina chimed in enthusiastically, clearly excited about this newfound first-name basis thing. "If we girls are calling each other by names, I'm in!"

Next up was the standing long jump.

Izuki had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Aoyama, with all the grace of a showman, managed to leap majestically past the sandbox—only to slam straight into Mineta, who had barely made it back from his earlier incident.

The collision was bad enough, but to make matters worse, Aoyama's elbow connected with Mineta's balls in a way that had every guy in the vicinity wincing in sympathy.

"Really?!" Mineta howled, clutching his balls and rolling on the floor like someone had just stabbed him. The sound of his agony filled the air, but no one was in the mood to offer sympathy.

Katsumi, of course, had no trouble clearing the sandbox. Momo, with her ever-practical quirk, simply created a metal pole vault that launched her over the sandbox like she was some kind of Olympic athlete. Izuki smirked as she easily cleared it too, channeling her chakra through her legs for an extra boost.

Too easy, she thought, catching Katsumi's glare out of the corner of her eye.

The next test was the repeating side steps.

Mineta, somehow, managed to secure the best score, though he looked ridiculous hopping around like he was trying to keep a ball of ice from falling out of his pants. No one wanted to question his methods, but they all gave him a wide berth.

Izuki, thanks to her agility training with Naruto, snagged second place without breaking a sweat. She shot a smug look at Katsumi, who was visibly fuming, her fists clenched at her sides.

I've got you beat again, Kacchan, Izuki thought with a smirk.

Katsumi was getting more pissed by the second. Every time she tried to outdo Izuki, she ended up just a step behind. It was starting to drive her crazy.

Then came sit-ups.

It was an all-out war between Izuki and Katsumi. Neither of them was willing to back down, and each sit-up was a personal challenge to the other. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as they matched each other rep for rep, neither willing to be outdone.

Aizawa, looking more bored than usual, didn't even bother to count after a while. "Yeah, okay, you two get the highest scores," he muttered, waving a hand. He was way too high for this level of competitiveness. His mind drifted again. Still no sign of Mr. Whiskers. Or my goddamn weed cookies.

Next up was the seated toe-touch.

Izuki was genuinely surprised when Mina, with her bubbly personality and ever-present smile, turned out to be absurdly flexible. She easily outdid the rest of them, bending in ways that made Izuki and the others feel like they hadn't stretched in years.

"Ha! I knew all that dancing would pay off!" Mina cheered, stretching like a professional gymnast.

Katsumi looked like she was ready to explode. She was not used to coming in second—or third, for that matter.

Finally, the long-distance run.

This was where Izuki really shined. Katsumi, who had been determined to leave Izuki in the dust, found herself struggling to keep up. Izuki's endurance training with Naruto had paid off big time, and she kept a steady pace, showing no signs of slowing down.

Ida, watching from the sidelines, was practically in awe. Is there actually someone else who can keep up with me? he thought, shocked that Izuki hadn't faltered once.

Momo, however, was more intrigued than anything else. As she jogged alongside Izuki, she found herself fascinated by the smaller girl's quirk. "Izuki, you really have incredible stamina," she commented, a smile playing at her lips. "Is that part of your quirk too?"

Izuki, barely breaking a sweat, grinned back at her. "Yeah, it's all part of the package," she said, though in reality, it was her ninja training that gave her the edge. But she wasn't about to give away all her secrets.

Katsumi, panting behind them, scowled. I'll get you next time, Deku, she thought, glaring daggers at Izuki's back.

Later, with all the tests finally done, everyone gathered around Aizawa.

"All right, time to give you your results," Aizawa mumbled, barely looking up from his phone. "I've ranked you all from best to worst. You probably already have an idea of where you stand. I'll just pull up the whole list. Not worth going over every single score."

He lazily pressed a button on his phone. Everyone leaned in, expecting to see their rankings—only for the screen to start playing a scene from Kung Fu Panda. Specifically, the epic fight between Master Shifu and Tai Lung.

The whole class sweatdropped, staring at their teacher, who was giving them a smug smirk, clearly enjoying himself.

"Nah, I'm just messing with you," Aizawa finally said, not even bothering to hide his amusement. He pressed another button, and the actual results popped up on the screen.

"First was Momo Yaoyorozu," he said, scrolling through the list. "Second place, Izuki Midoriya. Third, Katsumi Bakugo. Then Todoroki, Tenya Ida… 19th place, Toru Hagakure. And last place, Minoru Mineta."

Katsumi growled, her fists clenched, but Izuki smiled smugly in her direction, clearly enjoying the moment. Katsumi, though, wasn't angry—well, not in the usual way. No, this time it felt different. This time, she was fired up.

I've finally met my rival, Katsumi thought with a smirk, her fists tightening. I don't know what kind of shit that tomato-headed fucker put her through, but I'll be the one coming out on top.

Meanwhile, Mineta was on the ground, rolling and sobbing like his life was over.

"Please, please, I don't wanna be expelled!" he wailed, practically clutching at Aizawa's feet.

Aizawa stared down at him, deadpan. "I was just pulling your leg. No one's going home," he said, his voice as flat as ever.

The class collectively groaned in disbelief, their shoulders sagging as they realized they'd been played.

"I already like you guys… well, slightly," Aizawa continued, completely unbothered by their reactions. "No one here's anti-weed, right?" His eyes narrowed, and he fixed a pointed stare on Ida, who immediately shook his head so fast it looked like it might fall off.

"N-No, sir!" Ida stammered, practically vibrating with anxiety.

The rest of the class groaned again, this time louder, their faces practically hitting the ground.

Momo raised her hand, cautious. "Sir, what would've happened if one of us was anti-weed?" she asked, stepping forward.

Aizawa smiled, though it was far too wide to be comforting. "In my contract, it says I can either kick you out of my classroom or beat the shit out of you if you try to burn my weed." He said it so casually that it took a second for the horror to register.

Momo took a full step back, her eyes widening in alarm. What the hell did I just ask? she thought, mentally kicking herself.

"All right, that's it. We're done for the day," Aizawa announced, his tone abruptly switching back to its usual monotone. "Pick up a syllabus in the classroom, read it before tomorrow morning."

With that, he started walking away, not waiting to see if anyone followed. The class trailed behind him like a pack of exhausted puppies, until they saw him pull out his phone.

"Hey, you fucking mad rat! Did I leave Mr. Whiskers with you?" Aizawa barked into the phone, causing half the class to sigh in unison.

On the other end of the call, Nezu was sipping from a juice pouch labeled "When life gets too fucking troublesome and you need to chill."

"No, you only came into my office to tell me, and I quote, 'I hope you die, you rat bastard,' and then you peaced out," Nezu replied cheerfully, as if that was just a normal conversation.

Aizawa groaned, rubbing his temple. "Where the hell is Mr. Whiskers, then?"

Nezu tossed his juice pouch into a trash can overflowing with empty ones, a satisfied smile still plastered on his face. "Good luck with that," he hummed before hanging up.

Later that afternoon, as Class 1-A was getting ready to leave…

Ojiro stood by the door, practically vibrating with nervous energy. Okay, Ojiro, it's just a question. What's the worst she could say? he thought, trying to hype himself up. No? Well, if she says no… I mean… I could always just…kidnap her? The idea made him chuckle darkly inside his head, sounding way more insane than he realized.

His eyes darted over to where Izuki was chatting with Jiro and Uraraka. He took a deep breath and prepared to make his move, his nerves screaming at him to back out. But before he could even take a step, the classroom door creaked open, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Hey, uh, does this cat belong to anyone? Says 'Mr. Whiskers' on the tag," came a voice that both Izuki and Katsumi recognized immediately.

Naruto stood in the doorway, the infamous Mr. Whiskers nestled comfortably against his cheek, rubbing herself affectionately into him.

The whole class froze.

"Wow, he's hot," Mina blurted out without thinking, her eyes wide.

Kirishima blinked, then deadpanned, "Mina, come on."

"Naruto-kun? Where'd you find our sensei's cat?" Izuki's voice cracked with excitement as she quickly got to her feet. Jiro shot her a curious look, noticing the higher pitch in her tone.

Jiro wasn't gonna lie—the guy was undeniably good-looking. Like, model-level attractive. Mina wasn't wrong, and judging by the way Momo kept glancing at him, even Yaomomo thought so.

Wow, even Yamomo's into him, Jiro thought, shaking her head.

"Fucking Tomato head!" Katsumi shouted, jumping to her feet and stomping over to Naruto.

Naruto turned to her with a calm smile. "Oh, how's it going, Katsumi? How was your day?"

Jiro's jaw almost dropped. Wait, is Ms. Anger Management Issues… blushing? It was so out of character, Jiro almost laughed out loud. Katsumi seemed like the last person who'd go for a pretty boy—she always seemed more into the tough, badass type. Yet, here she was, cheeks faintly pink, glaring daggers at Naruto.

Katsumi jabbed a finger at his chest, clearly annoyed by the height difference. "You're bringing me coffee every morning from now on, got that?" she growled, as the cat on Naruto's shoulder hissed at her.

"Hey, hey, no need to fight," Naruto chuckled, rubbing the cat's head to calm her down. "Sure, I can do that. But, uh, what kind? I thought you didn't even like coffee."

"Make it sweet and spicy," she snapped, crossing her arms.

Naruto nodded, still smiling. "You got it."

Katsumi shot him one last glare before turning on her heel, her nose pointed skyward as she stormed out of the classroom.

No way! She's a fucking Tsundere! Almost everyone in the room thought the same thing, their expressions ranging from amused to stunned.

"So… about the cat?" Naruto asked, gesturing to the feline perched on his shoulder, who was now meowing softly into his ear.

"That would be my cat," came Aizawa's monotone voice from across the room, muffled slightly by the sleeping bag he was halfway zipped into. "That's Mr. Whiskers."

Naruto blinked, then cocked an eyebrow. "You know it's a girl, right? Not a guy."

Aizawa sat up so fast it looked like his sleeping bag was attacking him. He stared at the cat, eyes wide, as if seeing her for the first time.

"You can't be serious!" Aizawa shouted, completely shocked. The disbelief on his face was priceless—it was as if the idea that Mr. Whiskers might be a Ms. had never crossed his mind before.

The cat, as if personally offended, leaped off Naruto's shoulder and onto Aizawa's head, hissing and swatting at him with furious little paws. Aizawa flailed wildly, trying to pry her off without getting his face clawed to bits.

"Get off, you little demon!" Aizawa grunted as he rolled on the ground, Mr. Whiskers continuing her relentless attack.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Whiskers," Aizawa muttered, hands raised in surrender as the cat hissed at him like she was ready to end his life right there.

Naruto, seeing Aizawa's impending doom, stepped in and gently picked up the cat, saving his teacher from further scratching-induced destruction. The classroom was silent for a moment, the sight of their perpetually tired teacher getting bullied by his own cat too bizarre to process.

"How about we call you Cleo-chan?" Naruto suggested, cradling the cat like a pro. Cleo gave a soft meow, clearly pleased with the new name.

"Hey, she's my cat. I should be the one to name her," Aizawa grumbled from his spot on the floor, dusting himself off. But as soon as he said it, Cleo hissed at him again.

Aizawa sighed. "How about Ms. Whiskers?" he tried, raising an eyebrow.

Cleo immediately leaped out of Naruto's arms, resuming her assault on Aizawa with a vengeance. The class watched, slack-jawed, as their teacher—one of the most feared pro heroes—bolted out of the room, the furious cat hot on his heels.

"Well… I guess she likes Cleo," Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, though the nervous sweatdrop running down his face gave away his uncertainty.

"So, how was your day?" Izuki asked, her voice bright, her smile even brighter as she tried to focus on something else.

Naruto glanced over, looking thoughtful for a moment. "It was okay… though the weirdest part was Ms. Midnight sitting on my lap the whole day. Her chair mysteriously broke when she came in, and then when she got another one, it broke too. So, she just sat on me and later had me carry her when she twisted her ankle. That was pretty much my whole first day." He said it so innocently, like he had no clue how wild it all sounded.

Izuki's smile twitched as she forced herself to stay calm. Ms. Midnight… trying to make a move on Naruto? The thought boiled in her chest, but she kept it together. Barely.

"Oh, that's… nice of you, Naruto-kun," she replied, her voice a bit strained.

Naruto nodded, completely oblivious. "Yeah, she even gave me her phone number in case I missed any homework."

Izuki's eyebrow twitched. Her number? Really?! But before she could react, they walked out of the classroom, and her thoughts were drowned out by the collective gasps from their classmates.

"That's not fucking fair!" Mineta's voice echoed across the room as he slammed his forehead onto his desk, tears of jealousy streaming down his face.

"How the hell does anyone like those innocent pretty-boy types? That bastard is so lucky! I should've been the one Midnight asked to sit on!" Mineta whined, but his little outburst only earned him a room full of glares from the girls, none of them even remotely amused.

Meanwhile, Ojiro's eyebrow twitched violently as he glared at Naruto's back. He had just officially met Naruto, and he already hated him. That bastard! That fucking bastard is in the way of making Izuki mine! Ojiro clenched his fists, jealousy burning through him as he got up to follow them. His steps were quick and determined, but no one seemed to notice the dark look brewing in his eyes.

Unbeknownst to everyone, another set of eyes was locked on Naruto from the back of the room, watching his every move with an icy stare. The girl had two-toned hair—half white, half red—and her eyes were mismatched as well: one a chilling blue, the other a piercing gray. Her pale skin only made the scar on her left side more prominent.

Could that piece of shit father of mine have had a secret child? Shoko Todoroki wondered, her fist clenching at her side. Her eyes narrowed as she studied Naruto. The boy's crimson-red hair and striking blue eyes looked too similar to him—her father, Endeavor.

She'd do some research tonight. There was no way she was going to let this go without answers.

Author notes:

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter may take longer to write because I've been working on it during my vacation. So I apologize if the next chapter takes more than 2 weeks to complete. I have been working on the previous chapters during my vacation. I understand that some of you may not like Naruto being dense, but that's why he has Midnight as his sensei. She will be helping him understand things better. It's just a matter of time before Naruto realizes that many females like him. I'm trying to show Naruto becoming less dense over time.

Also, there is someone else who will help Naruto out be less dense in a similar way to Aizawa.

Thank you for reading, and I hope to see you all again you beautiful people. Bye!