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Izuku sat in class, silent as he idly wrote notes on the quirks of his classmates. Their teacher was currently sleeping, looking dead to the world. He heard Iida complain about the unbecoming behaviour of their teacher. Heard the other students speak ill of him. He frowned to himself, uncomfortable with how they seemed to think so little of Aizawa-sensei. Of Eraserhead.
He was a pro hero, he saved the lives of hundreds of people, all while staying out of the spotlight. Did they not know that he worked at night? That last night he had fought and ran around the town, stopping thugs from hurting innocents? It was no wonder he chose to sleep while it was the homeroom period; the teacher hadn’t been able to get any sleep last night.
Izuku continued to write his notes, breaking down the quirks of those in his classroom. He couldn’t make up his mind about his homeroom teacher. The man was terrifying, strict, and threatening, but… it was different from his previous teachers. After all, Aizawa-sensei had threatened everyone, not just him. The bell rang and Aizawa got up, within seconds the sleeping bag was hidden away and the man was walking out and Mic-sensei walked in. Izuku saw their lips move slightly, a quick exchange of words that he couldn’t make out.
Mic-sensei greeted them, a bright smile on his face before starting them on their class work. Learning English. Izuku pulled out a different notebook and took notes on the lesson. But, throughout the lesson he couldn’t help keeping track of where Mic-sensei was. A habit from his lessons with his previous English teacher.
Izuku shuddered, pushing away the memories that threatened to overwhelm him. Trying to focus on the assessment quiz the teacher had given.
And so the rest of the daily classes passed. Izuku went home and worked out, continuing the schedule All Might had set out for him. Carefully planning out what to give each of his teachers.
The next day he arrived at the class a minute before the bell rang, earning a reproachful look from Iida. Aizawa-sensei sat at the desk looking less tired than yesterday, but he still held bags under his eyes. Izuku hesitated for a moment before walking up to the desk, the man gave a tired look at him, “G-good m-morning Sensei,” Izuku mumbled out, nervous as he held out his gift. A thermos, filled with coffee.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, but accepted it with a brief nod, “Good morning to you as well, Midoriya.”
Izuku gave a smile and headed over to his seat. He bit his cheek as his eyes caught on Kacchan who was glaring at him angrily, still mad that stupid useless Deku had managed to get in. And that Izuku now had a quirk.
“Teachers pet,” Kacchan hissed as he passed by.
He itched to take out his notebook and start writing, to escape away from those angry red eyes. They promised pain. After taking his seat he looked and saw Aizawa sipping on the coffee, his lip curled up in a small barely noticeable smile. Izuku counted that as a win. He may be a teacher's pet but, it was the only way to get the teachers to at least ignore him, to grade him fairly.
Bribery. Kacchan had told him once. Izuku supposed it was, but without it, he would be failing classes, all because teachers didn’t like that a quirkless kid was decent at getting the correct answers. They saw him as less than human, but because he was so kind, so helpful, they felt guilty for marking him down on purpose.
So long as it got him fair treatment, Izuku considered it a win. If they didn’t accept his gifts… would they be like his old English teacher and want a different sort of gift? Izuku wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do so if that was the case.
Perhaps UA would be different, but… Izuku didn’t want to risk it, he already barely scraped by with Aizawa-sensei’s logical ruse. The teacher had seemed amused by the end of it though, and hadn’t expelled him. Despite his pathetic showing, one of the other kids, a boy by the name of Mineta hadn’t done much better. That night at home he might have had a minor freakout, because he actually made it through the quirk assessment test.
Was actually in U.A.
The morning passed with normal classes and Izuku found a small minute or two to give his new teachers little gifts. Mostly food, the teachers never turned away his gifts, but they did seem confused as to why he gave them. Midnight asked him why, and he stammered out that it was to show his appreciation to the teachers for doing their jobs.
Finally the afternoon started, the ‘fun’ classes. All Might came into the room with a bright smile and a small quip of him coming in like a normal person. Then he told them that they would be doing battle training, and that their costumes were ready.
At least he didn’t need to get All Might a gift, his mentor had told him time and time again that while they were appreciated, he didn’t need to get him anything. That simply being able to train him was enough for the older man.
Izuku quickly changed and headed out, remembering the trouble he had in choosing a design to send for his costume. In the end he went with a simple jumpsuit and a mouth guard. He could add stuff later if he could figure out what he needed.
Uraraka complimented him, and complained about her suit being too tight. Mineta just gave a thumbs up, saying something about the hero course being the best. Despite that statement Izuku got a weird feeling from his fellow classmate. One that vaguely reminded him- no he refused to think about him .
All Might started explaining the battle simulation, and midway through his explanation Aizawa walked in, eye bags under his eyes, but despite his tired look his eyes still seemed alert. All Might looked at him after he finished and Aizawa turned to them.
“I’m here to get a better impression of what we’re working with,” he muttered, his gaze hovering on him for a second longer before continuing on. Izuku swallowed, wondering why the teacher's gaze had stayed on him longer. At least it seemed like it had been longer than the other students, was it just his imagination? Or has he already messed up and the homeroom teacher was thinking of expelling him?
While Izuku worried over if he had done something wrong, the teams were drawn. His attention was grabbed when he heard his name going against Kacchan. Uraraka coming over to him revealed that he was teamed with the friendly girl. The villain team had 5 minutes to set up, and Izuku took that time to explain all he knew about Kacchan’s quirk.
Shouta gave a tired sigh, only a couple days into this new school year and he could already feel the grey hairs growing. He just knew this whole class was going to drive him insane. Starting with the child who didn’t even have a basic grasp of his quirk. Children developed their quirks at a young age, and worked with counselors to make sure this very thing didn’t happen. But, it seemed that the irresponsible problematic child didn’t listen or work on his quirk at all. Though he supposed there was always the possibility of the quirk counselor being incompentent.
He had been planning on expelling the child and being done with him, but the boy had fought hard in the tests, despite only using his quirk once. Without debilitating his arm either. His score had been the last, just barely though, one of the other kids had also been really low… and that was using his quirk. Mineta Minoru . The kid so far wasn’t proving himself worthy of being in the class. It was almost a shame that the boy had managed to beat out the problem child by one point. Mineta was exactly the kind of kid he would expel. Ah well, he would have an opportunity later if the kid didn’t start shaping up.
Or if he continued his perverted behavior. Shouta idly thought, frowning as he gazed at the students from his sleeping bag. He heard All Might call for the start and split his attention between the match and the students, paying attention to everything, even if his students thought he was just taking a nap.
Which he probably would have chosen to do if he hadn’t gotten the coffee this morning from the problematic child. Which was strange, why would the kid bring him a coffee? And then there was the obvious history between Bakugou and Midoriya. The fight between the two started in the battle simulation and Shouta kept an ear on the students complaining about the lack of sound, and the other on the little transceiver so he could listen in to what the fighting kids were saying.
And the explosive blonde was angry. Hurling insult after insult. Shouta pursed his lips together, if it was him, he would stop the exercise right now, but… this was All Might’s class, and he would let the man run it how he saw fit. For now. If things went too far he would make sure it was stopped. Shouta was 80% sure it would come to that point so he sighed in annoyance as he got out of his sleeping bag, leaning against the wall close to the door, ready to exit and make way up the building in order to subdue the two boys.
Shouta’s frown deepened as he heard mumbles coming from Bakugou’s mic, something along the lines of a pebble and quirklesness and worthless Deku. That was perhaps the most worrying, as Deku was the ‘nickname’ that the explosion quirked boy gave to Midoriya. Shouta frowned, his mind piecing together a picture he really didn’t want to deal with. It also didn’t seem helpful that Midoriya's classmates had picked up that nickname as well.
And then Shouta saw Bakugou holding up his wrist, where he had cannons that stored up the nitroglycerin sweat the boy excreted. And Shouta was moving. Ignoring that All Might was telling Bakugou to stop, he recognized the look on the boy's face. There was no way he was going to stop and Shouta knew that he was going to be too late to stop the explosion, but hopefully he could get Midoriya out of there alive, that the boy hadn’t died from the first explosion.
Seconds later and he made it up the first couple flights of stairs as the explosion went off, making his way further up even as All Might made his own call to let it continue. Which pissed Shouta off, as a teacher it was his duty to stop this, All Might may find Bakugou’s words alright, but wanting to maim another student as badly as they could get away with was not something a hero student should want to do.
Shouta made his way to where the students were ‘fighting’, it was more like a brutal beatdown. Shouta activated his quirk, glaring at Bakugou as he used his capture tape to pull the boy off the badly beaten Midoriya. “I’m calling this battle off, on account of extreme violence against the opposing team, villains lose.”
Bakugou was yelling, something about not being fair. That he hadn’t been that rough on Midoriya. Shouta continued his glare, “You don’t consider broken bones, a concussion and severe burns extreme violence against your classmate?”
He turned off his quirk, keeping the boy bound in his capture weapon. Bakugou remained silent, glaring at him. “We will be discussing this later. After school is over, go to the principal's office.”
Shouta carefully picked up the wounded boy, surprised to find the boy was still awake, though his eyes were glazed over. Midoriya flinched, struggling to get away from him as Shouta picked him up, “You’re safe now, the battle’s over, I’m taking you to Recovery Girl.”
“‘Covery girl?” Midoriya slurred questioningly.
“Yes. You need to stay awake for just a bit longer.”
Midoriya at least stopped struggling, but his eyes were trained eerily on him. Distrust and fear were prominent in that expression. Shouta sighed when the bots came into view with a stretcher and he laid the boy on it.
Shouta frowned, he knew that the bots would get Midoriya to Shuzenji’s office safely. That the boy would be healed. But, the child was giving him way too many red flags, and he wanted answers that Shuzenji might be able to give him.
So he followed alongside the bots.
“What happened?” Shuzenji demanded of him as she went to work on healing Midoriya. Shouta explained and she scowled, complaining about All Might’s recklessness and how he wasn’t a good role model for Midoriya.
“May I look over his medical file?" he questioned her after she finished healing.
She looked at him, eyes narrowing as she looked for something before giving permission, after a moment she nodded, “Sure, anything specific you’re looking for?”
“No, just a feeling.”
“Alright, take all the time you need.”
She gestured to her computer, which had Midoriya’s medical file opened. Shouta sat down and started looking over everything. As he read over it his frown deepened, Midoriya had never been submitted to the hospital for broken bones before. Had only ever gotten his required vaccine shots and check ins.
Yet, the most alarming thing was the date he supposedly gained his quirk. The day of the entrance exam. This was not good, especially if he was considered quirkless before, society didn’t treat those without quirks well. Whether they were active participants, or just bystanders, too afraid to help.
It would explain some of the behavior he had noticed though.