Well, it's been a while. And by a while, I mean almost a year and a half.
Between two jobs and continuous writer's block, I can't often get much done. This is a short chapter but I do hope to get back into being somewhat-consistent.
To anyone that might still be reading this, thanks for your patience.
I do not own MHA.
"That was…something." A lady in a skintight bodysuit and most of a leotard looked lost for words.
"I can agree with that. It's been a few years since I've seen anyone take down a zero pointer," Cementoss commented, his eyes glued on a certain screen. Multiple screens lit up the dim room, and each was replaying footage from the different testing zones.
"It might be impressive, but it was also a huge risk. 'Denki Kaminari' could have killed the other boy if just one little thing went wrong. Plus, Midoriya ran at him with a metal pole, which is just asking to get hit with any residual charges in the area. It may have worked this time, but that does not mean it would have worked any other time."
"Ah, lighten up Sho! The kid was bodacious out there! Speakin' of, what is the kid's quirk? I don't think I saw it," Present Mic responded, elbowing his friend and fellow teacher in the arm with the remark.
"I am also interested. The kid somehow avoided me. All I got were a bunch of children that displayed little to no self-control when compared to what I'm seeing from him," Power Loader added. Part of him wanted to see what the kid could have done if the two had run into each other.
The small creature at the controls was quiet, something rare for someone that almost always had an answer at the tip of their tongue. Instead, he tapped a few buttons and displayed the boy's files.
"Quirkless?" Snipe asked, almost as a statement instead. "But we haven't had any quirkless applicants since before I started. I know we don't discriminate but I figure I would have seen a few by now."
Midnight stepped closer to the screen displaying Midoriya's files, rereading it to make sure she was not mistaken. "Is it really a good idea to let him in? He could get seriously hurt in this field?"
"I was a late bloomer," a skeletal man spoke up, earning the attention of everyone present. "Everyone thought I was quirkless and told me I could never be a hero. I'm sure he's faced that too, maybe worse seeing as quirklessness is even rarer in his generation. But should we really just crush his dreams like that? He did earn it, after all. I'm sure he understands the risks of being a hero."
"Oh, don't worry, I wasn't planning on denying him his place here," Nezu replied. "Quite the opposite, in fact!" The chimera did not elaborate on his intentions, and no one felt brave enough to ask.
"Well, I suppose you're going to send us off to record the acceptance or rejection messages now?" Ectoplasm questioned.
"Yes, but before you do, I do want to make it clear that quirkism is strictly forbidden at this school. I know you all are aware, but I would appreciate it if you kept an extra ear out once classes start," Nezu replied. "Now chop chop! Those messages aren't going to record themselves!"
"I'm sure they could write themselves. I know for a fact he could write a program that mocks our voices."
The apartment was too homey for Izuku's tastes. Looking back, he should have listened to that tiny gut feeling he had telling him that this space did not fit his style. But it was too late now; he already made the security deposit and paid for the first month.
It almost felt like he was sinking into the bed, like it would swallow him if he laid there for any longer. With a sigh he spun to get his feet on the ground. After taking a quick look at the bed and around the small room he pulled the sheets and pillows off and threw them to the ground.
"Much better," he thought to himself after laying on the floor. Hard surfaces were nothing new to him. It just felt natural to rest on a solid surface. He had tried to get to sleep, but all the excitement from the entrance exam still had to wear off and was keeping his mind just active enough to avoid sleeping.
"Damnit," he said over a sigh. It was almost dark out, but he figured a little walk around the block would be enough to settle himself down.
All he took with him was two of the throwing knives Stain had left that night. The area seemed to be a friendly neighborhood, but he had spent too much time in less friendly areas to let his guard down.
He made sure his door was locked before making the trip down a flight of stairs that ended on a sidewalk.
The dimness of approaching night gave way to street lights, store signs, and more that lit the way enough. Aside from the occasional jogger or stranger, he did not pass anyone.
"Notebooks, yup. Pencils and pens, yup. Calculator, weapons, lunch. Yup, yup, and yup."
Satisfied that everything he needed was packed, Izuku slung his backpack over his shoulder and made one last round to make sure everything was off. Once again satisfied, he tapped both of his pockets and his chest.
His phone, wallet, and necklace with the key to his apartment were all where they should be.
He opened the door and was greeted by the pleasant lukewarm air of the morning. Once the door was locked and tested with a jiggle, the teen began the trek to the campus.
He had gotten quite used to the area ever since he moved in. It was not as private as the hideouts he and Stain had holed themselves up in, but the city had grown on him. Especially since he was not living in the alleyways anymore.
As he approached the main gates, he saw several lines of others his age in front of the main entrances. He figured that these were the lines to pick up the ID badges that were mentioned in the acceptance recording he had received.
"Hey, it's you!"
Izuku looked at the person addressing him and was greeted by a familiar blonde.
"My name's Denki Kaminari. What's yours? I never did get a chance to properly thank you for saving me in the entrance exam."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Izuku Midoriya. And you don't need to. Heroes don't go out looking for thanks. Or, they shouldn't at least."
"Well, nothing wrong with giving thanks is there? Hey what class are you in? I'm in 1-A."
"I'm in that class as well. You didn't see a homeroom teacher listed, did you? I read the whole thing three times and never saw a name mentioned."
"One sec. Denki Kaminari." The blonde had reached the front of the line and eagerly awaited the woman to skim through the alphabetized cards. She finally pulled out the one for the boy, who excitedly grabbed it and walked around the table and towards the gates.
"Izuku Midoriya."
The green-haired teen followed the same experience as everyone else in the line had and quickly caught up with his new classmate.
"You were asking about a homeroom teacher, right? Nah, I didn't see anything. Who do you think we'll have for teachers? I'm hoping to see some big names!"
Izuku thought for a moment. Who would he want to have as a teacher. He knew of several pro heroes that worked at UA, but very few fit his style.
"You know, I think Snipe would be interesting. How cool would it be to have a teacher show us how to properly use a gun. Obviously, it'd be dangerous, even in a controlled and supervised environment. But so many heroes, Miruko, Midnight, and Death Arms just to name a few, only specialize in close range combat. With a gun and non-lethal rounds, they could still fight without waiting for backup."
Izuku waited for his classmate's response, but got nothing. Instead of a retort or continuation, he looked and saw Kaminari giving him a quizzical look.
"What? I'm just saying."
"You think there's ever been anyone this tall?"
The two stood in front of a massive door, at least triple their heights.
Kaminari shrugged. "Maybe? How tall is Fat Gum?" The blonde grabbed the handle and slid the door open with more ease than he expected from a door so large.
The two were greeted by the looks of a handful of new classmates. One girl had pink skin and hair with white-ish horns, the blue-haired boy that made a stink in front of Present Mic before the written exam, and…
"Deku?"
Izuku sighed and walked to the other side of the room, where he ignored Bakugo watching him like a hawk as he leaned himself against the desk next to his former friend.
"Didn't I tell you to cut that 'Deku' nonsense?"
Bakugo sneered then leapt to his feet. But before he could get another word out, the blue haired boy shoved between the two.
"Do not start a fight! This is UA, the most prestigious school in all of Japan. Surely, we are better than petty squabbles, are we not?"
Izuku rolled his eyes quickly, and Bakugo gave the teen a look that promised a punch to the jaw.
"My name is Tenya Iida, and I came from Somei Private Academy. It's a pleasure to meet you," the teen stated with a gesture that signified a handshake.
"Izuku Midoriya."
"Fuck off," Bakugo spat. The ash blonde slumped into his chair and began to pretend the rest of the world did not exist.
Izuku, on the other hand, grabbed Tenya's arm and dragged him away a few steps.
"Give him some space. He has a short temper and a bad attitude," he offered before beginning to mingle with his other classmates.
He met Eijiro Kirishima, who apparently had heard about Izuku saving Denki during the practical exam and thought it was "manly," and Mina Ashido. The pink haired girl and the red head boy had gone to the same middle school together strangely enough.
Then there was Mezo Shoji, a tall boy with six arms and a face mask. He was quiet spoken but seemed nice enough.
Unlike Minoru Mineta, who was a pervert through and through. Thankfully, Izuku could tell the short boy recognized him from the written exam. Maybe he'd be careful after Izuku's mention of the Hero Killer.
"I take it none of you are going to notice me."
The room went silent almost comically fast as everyone turned towards the open door the voice had come from, then down to the man on the floor.
Well, it had the face of a man. Izuku was not entirely sure if that was a sleeping bag or if the adult had some kind of caterpillar quirk. He prided himself on his knowledge of heroes, and he'd kick himself if he overlooked a hero that taught at UA.
The being stood up and shed the outer layer that was indeed a sleeping bag. "Everyone go to the gym changing rooms and get changed into gym uniforms, then meet in the field. The lockers will already be labeled for you."
No one moved.
"I assume you're waiting for an introduction? My name is Shota Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher. Last one to the field outside has to do three laps around the school."
Everyone got moving.
Like I said, short and not very good. Let me know what you think. Have a good day.
