"Midoriya-kun, both you and Creed-san had figured out that there was more to the practical exam, didn't you? You two must be very perceptive and I completely misjudge you both. I'll admit, as students, you are far superior to me", said a shameful Iida. After hearing that, Izuku thought how hard he found that to be believable. Creed however didn't care and still wanted to punch that four eyed jackass in his glasses.
"Hey, I recognized that messed up hair. Falling boy", said a cheery voice from the classroom door.
Three boys were taken out of their thoughts and looked at who just arrive. Upon seeing the brown-haired girl from the entrance exam, Izuku had started to go red face as a smirk start to form on Creed's face.
"all yours, Romeo", joked Creed as he went off to his desk. That had made Izuku go even redder as the girl in front of him continued to praise him for his powerful punch. Unknown to them, Bakugo had glared at Izuku the whole time. Thoughts were racing in his head as a flashback of their last confrontation at their old school had appeared to him. That damn nerd's pathetic courage to just tell him off like that. He swears that he will destroy that shitty little Deku once he knows how he got in. the explosive blonde was then brought out of his angry stare by the same gaijin who dared left him in that tree.
"hey, firecracker. You're in my desk", sneered Creed.
"like hell I care you damn gaijin. A shitty extra like you shouldn't be here", sneered back Bakugo.
As all this was happening, Doom and Erik were watching each of the spectacles and couldn't tell which was stupider. Their objective being easily flustered by a mere girl or one of their teammates being in an argument with an annoying local for a mere desk. They seriously wished for the day to be over with already.
"if you're here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now", said a rough and tired voice.
Gaining the attention of the reincarnates and the three students at the door, the newly arrived individual had appeared to them as a scruffy man in a full body sleeping bag on the floor.
"welcome to Yuuei's hero course", said the tired man who drank a fruit pouch in one go. Everyone in the room were shocked to see such a weird person, Doom knew who this was. Rising from his sleeping bag, he enters the room and announce his position as their homeroom teacher.
"I'm Shota Aizawa, your teacher", said Aizawa.
Scanning the room and already taking an account on the three he first saw at the door; Aizawa could tell that this lot would need some major roughing up if they were to be his class. He already knew what he was doing to do to with the green-haired kid, especially with what he saw back at the practical. For now though, his eyes were locked at the main cause for what will make a very interesting school year. Four specifically. Although one of them was sleeping, the three that weren't had also stared back. They knew that he knew who they were. It didn't matter to him. Any trouble they could bring will be dealt with further down the road. Right now, he wants to get a feel of what they're capable of.
"alright, put these on and meet me outside at the P. E. grounds" said Aizawa as he handed Izuku a gym uniform. Moving to his teacher's desk, he then stacks two piles of the same uniform. One for females and one for males. In his hands are four male gym uniforms for the foreigners of the class. Walking towards them, Aizawa could feel the aura of behind their eyes as he got closer. The savagery of the Canadian. The coldness of the German. The cruelty of the Latverian. He wishes could say their mindsets were made by the shady guidance of the SHIELD organization but having read their files he could only guess what internal scars they carry.
As the rest of the student move out to the changing rooms, Izuku had looked back to his new teacher standing in front of the four that were to play role of his bodyguards during his time in Yuuei. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that soon everyone in this school will find out about the partnership between Yuuei and SHIELD. He just hopes that the secret of All-Might and him stay a secret. He then leaves to the changing rooms just as Aizawa was about to talk to his neighbor and his team.
"I suggest you wake him up. He also needs to hear this", said Aizawa who pointed at the sleeping Eddie Brock. Creed then shook him to which the New Yorker rose and cracked his neck.
"Man, I must have been out of it. What did I miss?", asked Eddie. He then sees that the room was empty except for his team and some new guy.
"look alive, Brock. This is our new homeroom teacher", said Doom coldy.
"I am not going to lie and say that I feel honored to have you join Yuuei. If anything, I would see to it that each of you are removed from this campus and this country. However, I'm obligated as a Yuuei teacher to dedicate my services to anything Principal Nezo sees as an opportunity to better the next generation of heroes. Even if it means having a partnership with you SHIELD operatives. Understand this, we don't have to like each other, and we certainly don't have to get at each other. What I do is for Yuuei. What you do is for that Director of yours. Are we clear?", said Aizawa with grit behind his eyes.
The four reincarnated former villains looked at one another and nodded in confirmation.
"Good. It said in the internationally law-binding contract that symbolizes the partnership between SHIELD and Yuuei that I'm allowed to send a request to Nezo for your expulsion from the school if I ever caught you performing acts against the quirk regulation laws of Japan, the pro-hero registration acts, and any and all acts considered aggression towards the pro-hero community. Other than all that, your Director had informed each of the staff that should the need arise when we would like a hand. We could ask of your services in any problem we find ourselves. Know that in the future, we won't need your help. If we ever come across an attack that endangers the students, then you go with them and not to where there's any conflict. Is that also understood?", said Aizawa.
The four boys once again nodded in confirmation.
"alright then. Today, we're skipping the orientation and going straight for the quirk apprehension test. I plan on tricking the students with a threat of expulsion to anyone who comes last on the ranking board. This will encourage them to try to give it their fullest to remain on the hero course. That really shouldn't affect the four of you, especially with what you're capable of. Get changed and meet us outside", said Aizawa as he left the room.
The four waited for the door to close and discussed about their new homeroom teacher.
"so, what's the verdict, Doom? Should we even take this guy seriously?", asked Creed.
"just like his file read, Shota Aizawa is a paranoid insomniac with stern judgement. However, there is clarity in his reasoning. For now, we will play along. At least for Midoriya's sake", answered Doom.
"I can definitely see why the Yuuei staff chose him to be the teacher for class 1-A, especially since the four of us are in it", said Erik.
"even if he didn't say the whole thing, he just gave a list of reasons why we shouldn't piss him off. So, why do I get the feeling that we're going to do that pretty early in the year", said Eddie.
"because he's a fuckboy and an amateur. What did I say, Erik? He was literally the first teacher to give us some lip." Said Creed.
"Enough, Creed. As much I find it pathetic to be degraded by a high school teacher, we are still honor bound to follow through with Carter's orders. We are to be Yuuei graduates in three years' time and that means to be a level playing field with the rest of our peers. And then of course, there's the matter of having Izuku Midoriya under our protective services", said Doom.
"so, it's settled then. Shall we get this over with?", said Erik as the four of them left the classroom to rejoin with rest of the class.
After changing into their gym uniform, the whole class meet outside to the school's track. Already knowing what will happen next, the four reincarnates weren't at all shocked like the rest of their peers. "A QUIRK APPREHENSION TEST", they cried out. The brown-haired girl commented that they were going to be late for the ceremony, but Aizawa informed her and the rest of the class that if they were to be heroes than they don't have time for frilly niceties. If there was one thing that the four reincarnates could appreciate, it would be that Aizawa was the kind of teacher to just get to the point. It was proof to them that their time here wasn't just going to be another shit show. Especially since they're not the only ones to take this radical form of education. All this for a shot at being a hero. Even though they were villain in their previous Earths, what the current society is on this Earth just didn't feel right them. Last time they check, being a hero didn't require a damn high school diploma.
"here in Yuuei, we are not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit.", said Aizawa. The class were getting nervous to what difficulties this course may provide, while the four foreigners weren't at all shaken and made mental comparison between Aizawa and Frank Castle. Mentally, they agree that Frank was worst.
"you've been taking standardized test all your lives. But, you've never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country is still trying to pretend that we are all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day the administration of education will learn.", said Aizawa. Victor Creed knew all about that flawed belief. That anyone was created equal. What bullshit. As much as he hated to admit it, he was lucky that the bullet his shitty father shot him with gave him back his mutant powers. He then looked at Izuku and knew just how lucky this guy was. From being quirkless to becoming the inheritor of what could be one of the strongest powers on this Earth. They were both nearly killed for their powers.
One day when Izuku wasn't looking, Creed had snuck into his room and found his hero journals. Ignoring the over amount of All-Might merchandise, he found the very first journal his neighbor had ever made. The first sentence of the first page had forever cemented to Creed just what kind of a world he was reborn into. A world that made Izuku the crybaby he was today. It read, "not everyone was created equal."
"Bakugo, you manage to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your longest throw with a softball in Junior high?", asked Aizawa.
"67 meters, I think", answered Bakugo.
"Right, try doing it with your quirk", said Aizawa. He then passed an electronic softball to Bakugo who moved to the chalk circle.
"anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on, you're wasting our time", said Aizawa.
"Alright man, you asked for it", said Bakugo. Thinking of who was going to shock the crowd, he would let out his widest explosion yet to send the ball flying.
"DIE"
The force of the explosion had turned the ball into an upward comet that left a trail of shockwaves. This display had Izuku frozen with incoherence as just mutter what Bakugo called a war cry. The rest of the class were at awe of the power of such a quirk. The four foreigners of the class were… unimpressed.
"show off", they mentally scowled.
"all of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It's most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro-hero", said Aizawa as he revealed to the class that Bakugo's throw had reached 705 meters. Upon seeing the chance to let their powers shine, Denki, Mina, and the rest cheered out their excitement to what could be a fun day. However, Aizawa shut that down.
"so this looks fun, huh?", said Aizawa coldly. As the class got tense once more, the four boys knew where this was going.
"you have three years to become a hero. You think it's all going to be games and playtime. Idiots, today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none and will be expelled immediately", said a smiling Aizawa.
Everyone, except four the foreigners, were now shocked at the cost for failures on this day. To the four boys, they admit that all this was a bit harsh, but at the same time it so damn funny to see their nervous faces. But none were more nervous and scared than Izuku. Looking at his hand, he knew that there wasn't so much he could do with the current control at his disposal.
"Like I said, I decide how this class runs. Understand? If you have a problem, then you can just head home right now", said Aizawa who was enjoy it too much.
Everyone was now scare for their lives. The possibility to lose their dreams on the first day was ridiculous. Doom had to admit that the teacher's tactic to use fear as a motivator was quite efficient.
"even if he doesn't show it, this guy is nicer than Frank", creed whispered to Eddie.
"tell me about it", whispered back Eddie.
"you can't send one of home. I mean we just got here. Even if it wasn't the first day, that is fair", said the brown-haired girl.
"oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Or catastrophic events that decimate whole cities? No. the world is full of unfairness. It's hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you want to be a pro, you're going to have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, Yuuei will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So go beyond, Plus Ultra.", said Aizawa.
Everyone was stuck to where they stand and took in everything their teacher had declared. Some were at a lost for words, but this only meant that the road ahead was going to be difficult. The foreigners however knew that way before even coming here. Looking at their peers, they knew that these kids don't even know what was truly unfair.
"show me that it's no mistake why you're here", said Aizawa. With that, everyone except for the foreigners got focused to give it their all. As much as it was funny to them squirm, the four could see it was about time for these kids to accept reality.
"I would say that we shouldn't any more time talking. However, the principal of Yuuei had instructed each of the staff to notify anyone of the student body and as well as their families that this year is going to be a little different for Yuuei. Originally, we were going to keep this on the down low but decided to go against for we saw that it could be a needed encouragement for everyone in the hero course to push themselves than ever before.", said Aizawa.
This news had returned everyone back to their nervous confusions. Just what could be different now? For them, they just couldn't believe that all this weight was being put on them on the first day. Izuku however knew what this was and looked to his Canadian friend and his team. He could see that behind their eyes that it was their turn to feel tense.
"as of today, Yuuei has entered in an international partnership with the SHIELD organization", said Aizawa. The bombshell had erupted shocked expression from everyone, even Bakugo couldn't believe this and wanted to what else will be going on. Izuku was the only one who wasn't as surprised as the rest of them. For he knew why they were truly here. They were here for him and All-Might. That's when a terrifying thought came to him. Does Aizawa know of their secret.
"Yuuei is right now at good terms with the Japanese division over in Tokyo. SHIELD has made a reasonable exchange. They've allowed the hero community to gain any accessible servers to aid in any and all investigations and villain manhunts. They have also offered Yuuei access to any assets to help improve the first, second, and third year hero courses. But in exchange, our assets are accessible to them as well. Not to mention that Yuuei will be working very closely with a branch of theirs that could provide to Yuuei much necessary talent. Joining your hero course for the next three years will be the best of the SHIELD Youth Department. And if you need prove, then they're standing right there", announced Aizawa who pointed the four ex-villains.
The class looked towards the four non-Japanese boys. Doom had his arms crossed with a cold expression on his face. Erik was that a silent killer with soulless eyes. Creed's face was locked in a scowl that could make any grown man cry. Eddie had the visage of an intimidating fighter who has seen his fair share of blood. What remained constant on each of their faces was that their eyes were narrowed at Aizawa. They didn't care for the looks that their peers were giving them. The silent types like shoji or the boy with red and white hair eyed them for the possibility of a potential rival. Others like Denki and Mina were nervous like hell considering they had met people who belonged to such a powerful group. Others like Iida and Momo then understood why there would be more than one foreigner in the class.
Not one of them could match the furiousness that lie within Katsuki Bakugo. He was supposed to be the number one in this class, but some damn organization had to send their so called best to steal his spotlight. His quirk is the best there ever will be and he will become the next number one hero. A hero even greater than All-Might.
It then came to Bakugo's mind a very important thought to another problem of his. He looked to Izuku and could understand now why the nerd was in this class. That blonde gaijin and his SHIELD friends must have help him. There was no way that a quirkless loser like him could have gotten into Yuuei without help. He swears that he will crush that shitty Deku and especially the SHIELD fucks that didn't belong here.
"alright, that's enough talking. let's get these tests over with", said Aizawa. Regaining everyone's attention, he moved to the 50-meter dash track. Everyone followed him, but some kept their eyes lingering on the SHIELD members. For they know that years was going to be interesting and unfortunately very hard.
"It seems you called it, Doom. He just told everybody who we are", said Eddie.
"I expected no less form him. It no longer matters though. Our peers now know of our allegiance to SHIELD and soon maybe even the whole school will as well. For now, we shall give them a sneak peek of true power is", said Doom.
The first test was a 50-meter dash. Each student raced against another for their fastest time. Tenya Iida currently held the fastest time of 3.04 seconds with his engine legs. Doom and Erik scoffed at that. They knew they could beat him. Creed felt nothing but cringe once he heard that Izuku got the worst time out of everyone. If it wasn't for that damn firecracker lighting his face up, then he could have beaten that rock-headed fat kid's time. Once everyone had gotten their turn on the track, it was then time for the SHIELD operative to race each other.
"Eddie Brock and Victor Creed, you're up", said Aizawa.
The New Yorker and the Canadian took their placement and positioned themselves on all fours. Creed extended his claws and Eddie formed his symbiote biomass around his limbs. As they gripped the ground, cracks appeared on the track. At the sound of the fake gunshot, they then raced on all four with great speed. Nearly neck and neck, they jumped to the finish line to which Eddie was the first to cross.
"3.4 seconds. 4.2 seconds", said the stop watch.
"Shit", said Creed.
"Suck it, Creed", said Eddie.
It was then time for the Latverian and the German. They both took similar standing position and charged their powers through their legs. For a while now, they had wondered who was the fastest between them and today they will get their answer. At the sound of the fake gunshot, a vibrant green and purple shockwave could be seen at the start as the two European were blurs to everyone's perception. A cloud of dust had then erupted as they had reached the finish line at the same time.
"2.51 seconds. 2.51 seconds", said the stop watch.
"TIE", Doom and Erik said to each other.
Moving on to the rest of the tests, the four participated in grip strength. Much to the shock of their peers, they had the strongest grips beating that of Shoji and a teen named Sato.
The four had easily cleared the long jump and repeated sideways jumps. Thus, the next test would be the ball throw. As much as they hated it, they had to admit to the fact that the brown-haired girl had an unbeatable throw. Infinity, like what the hell. Much to Creed's cringe and expectedness, he saw Izuku have a turn at the ball throw. Knowing that the expulsion was a lie, he wasn't worried about Izuku having last place. However, he was worried about the progression Izuku had with his quirk. He hopes to God that Izuku has at least some control with his quirk.
"Dear lord, Green Bean is literally sweating bullets. Just find your chill, damn it", thought Creed.
Next to him, Creed could hear the infinity girl and Iida say their concern for the fanboy.
"if Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he'll be the one going home", said Iida.
"huh, of course he is. He's a quirkless loser", said Bakugo.
As the two boys' bicker, Aizawa analyzed the green-haired boy in front of him. Knowing full well of the flaw behind the boy's quirk, what happened back at the practical exam was something he just can't tolerate. This kid shouldn't belong here. 'here it comes', he thought.
Having not seen what Creed saw at their battle zones, Doom, Eddie, and Erik were expectant on any results of All-Might's teaching on Midoriya. If this local truly was to be a future asset for SHIELD, then they must see just what kind of power lies within him.
Izuku then enters the circle and thinks back to all the support that he has had from his mother and All-Might. He would do it. It would be the hero they believe him to be. 'I won't let them down', thought Izuku.
He then threw the ball… and then failure. He had earned a mere 46 meters.
'what was that?', thought an unimpressed Eddie.
'seriously', thought an unimpressed Erik.
Doom was also unimpressed, but instead think of his critique he just pinched the bridge of his nose.
"the hell?", muttered Creed as he narrowed his eyes at Izuku's arm. A while back, he had trained his senses to the point where he could pick up on the scent of a quirk being activated. He could have sworn he smelled Izuku's arm being lit up. That's when another scent hit his nose.
"I erased your quirk"
All eyes turned to Aizawa who had loosen his scarves and his hair started to rise. Although his eyes were covered in shadow, the four could see that they glow red like Frank's. so, he too had an ocular quirk. It was then revealed by Izuku's realization that this teacher was indeed the erasure hero, eraser head.
"from what I observed, you can't rein in your quirk's full power. Meaning you can't use it efficiently at all. Did you believe someone would come save you after you crippled yourself again?", said Aizawa
"N-no, I didn't, I Ju-", Izuku was then cut off by Aizawa wrapping him in his scarves.
"whatever hopes you may have nursed of your imminent rescue, as you can see, nobody is in a position to come to your aid. You've his brute courage, but all you'll manage to do is run around like an idiot who needs saving himself. Face it, your power won't help you to become a hero, Izuku Midoriya", said Aizawa.
Aizawa then deactivates his quirk and let Izuku down. Izuku now feeling pressure well up within him walked back to the circle. Creed however couldn't accept this. The Japanese students to his left were giving their worries and doubt, while the asshole teacher in front of him had pretty much deemed his neighbor a dead man. Green Bean looked as if he was told the worst thing he had ever heard. He would believe that he wasn't worthy to be in this school if he couldn't control his quirk. Something in the Canadian ached to be brought and so he let it out.
"Izuku, Prove the bastard wrong", Creed said for Izuku to hear. The fanboy turned around to see the fierce scowl of his friend. The eyes of the Canadian held an ambition for one certain goal. The mission. He remembered what Creed told him a few months back. That it didn't mattered to him if he couldn't be an acceptable hero in society, all that mattered was the mission. And his mission is to see this green-haired boy move on from being a potential failure to the hero that the world needed.
That was all that he needed to remember why he must succeed. His mother. All-Might. And now, these four guys that willingly took a task to risk their lives to make sure he could be a great hero. They shouldn't have to do that. Risk it all for him. That is why he can't fail.
Reeling his arm back and inhaling enough air, Izuku concentrated One for All into his finger. He then threw the ball with tremendous force to break the sound barrier, giving him the record of 705.3 meters. The whole class were mixed with astonishment and shock.
"Aizawa-sensei, you see, I'm still standing", said a victorious Izuku clutching his broken finger.
"this kid", said a grinning Aizawa. He wasn't the only one who was surprised by this boy's power.
"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power", said an excited brown-haired girl.
"his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. His quirk is very odd", said Iida.
"it wasn't a very pretty throw", said a blonde French kid who Creed was tempted to punch before.
Bakugo was the most shocked of all. Racing in his mind, thoughts of how something like could happen were being made and replaced. There was no way. Deku was, no, is a quirkless loser. Then how?
Victor Creed however had a toothy grin on his face. looks like Green Bean is finally getting somewhere. He looked to his left to see his team's response to the power they saw.
"Damn", said Eddie in awe.
"indeed", agree Erik.
Doom didn't comment on the throw for his face hadn't left its cold expression.
'whatever. At least they got a taste of what Izuku is made of', thought Creed.
The four were then brought out of their thoughts when an angry Bakugo had charged at Izuku.
"HEY. DEKU YOU BASTARDS. TELL HOW YOU DID THAT OR YOUR DEAD", roared Bakugo with several explosions in his right hand.
Izuku freaked out and was scared for his life. Creed was about to jump in until Aizawa's scarves latched on to the explosive Bakugo. The teacher then revealed that his scarves were indeed his signature capture weapon. Under the fabric, the scarves are made of carbon fibers and a special metal alloy. Doom and Erik were impressed by the concept but would have been more impressed if the scarves were made of a much stronger material. Then again, image how heavy adamantium scarves would be.
"stand down. It would be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye", demanded Aizawa.
"we should get this guy to have a staring contest with Frank. Wander who would win there", said Eddie.
"obviously, it would be castle. Considering the training he put us through, that man doesn't feel pain anymore. Dry eyes would be nothing to him", said Doom.
Aizawa then let go of Bakugo, suggesting that their time was being wasted. With the coast clear, Izuku immediately rushed back to be between Creed and the brown-haired girl who checked on his finger. Bakugo's intense glare hadn't left Izuku. He swears that he will crush the nerd like a damn bug. His glare was then halted when the Canadian and Latverian got in front of Izuku and glared back at the explosive blonde. Bakugo's anger had then intensified more at the gaijins who dared bring that shitty nerd to Yuuei. No longer wanting to see them, he turned the other direction.
"you're right, Creed. That one is going to be trouble", said Doom.
"tell me about it", said Creed.
Their own glares were then ended by Aizawa's voice calling to them.
"SHIELD, it's your turn. Victor Creed, you first", said Aizawa as he passed the ball to Creed.
Creed caught the ball and walked over to the circle. Taking a simple position and tensing his muscles, he threw the ball to receive a distance of 101.6 meters. An above average record to be sure. he then walked back to his spot and sighed knowing that his three asshole teammates were going to get better distances than him.
Eddie was next to throw the ball. Taking a similar position to Creed, he formed the black biomass to his right arm and threw the ball. The force behind the throw was at least strong enough for Aizawa to feel a breeze from where he was standing. Eddie Brock's record was 511.14 meters.
Erik was next. The German had felt up the ball and sense some iron-based electronical parts within. He looked to Izuku and Doom, giving them a slight smirk. The fanboy sweat dropped as the Latverian scowled. Rotating the ball with his magnetism, translucent purple spark wrapped the sphere as it was then launched straight to the sky. Its ascension was far louder and fiercer than Izuku's own throw. The German's record was 766.14 meters.
Midoriya was gaping open as shock and awe filled his being. His own record was already broken. Bakugo on the other hand was more pissed off than surprised. Not only did Deku reached his record, but some shit gaijin from SHIELD had beaten him. Just what the hell was happening right now?
Now, it was Doom's turn. As he stood in the circle, he looked at the ball in his hand. With realization, Doom himself took a glance at Izuku and noticed the slight similarities with their powers. They were both potentially powerful and the results were a part of them getting hurt.
Although it was the old Doom talking, there was no way he was going to have an equal on any aspects. He may pledge to protect Midoriya as part of the mission, but he too as another hurdle to jump over. Emitting the green energy of his quirk and concentrating to his palm, the ball spun in a much faster speed to Erik's. and then came the launch, the ball was sent flying with a blazing green trail behind it and giving him the distance of 766.15 meters. Officially being the highest record of the class. The class were now more tense to the fact that guys like him were even in SHIELD.
This time it was Doom's turn to smirk and Erik's time to scowl. Izuku was at awe while Bakugo was pissed. 'showoffs', thought both Creed and Eddie.
After the three final tests, it was time to see everyone's rank and to see who came last. It was something Izuku had been dreading for.
"alright, it's time to give you your results. I ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list, no point to going over each of you on your score", announced Aizawa.
Looking for their ranking, the four weren't surprised by the results. Doom had first place, Erik with second, Eddie had fifth being underneath Tenya Iida, and Creed was below him at sixth. And unfortunately, Izuku ranked last. He could feel the pain of his failure aching at him. All that training for nothing. He then felt Creed's hand on his shoulder. He looked to him to see a comforting smile. But why? He failed.
That's when the bomb dropped.
"and I was lying, no one is going home", suddenly said Aizawa.
Everyone was dead silent.
"that was a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the test", said a grinning Aizawa.
"WHAT", the class cried out.
"I'm surprised the rest of you haven't figure it out already. I'm sorry, I really should have said something", said a girl with a spiky ponytail.
Izuku couldn't believe what he heard. He was scared shitless for his life during every test and it turns out that the expulsion was a lie.
"yeah, the four of us knew it was a lie too", said Creed.
"what. You knew", said Izuku.
"pretty much", said Eddie.
As everyone relaxed, Aizawa walked toward Izuku and announced that the tests were over. Izuku had then sighed in relief as Creed patted his back in support. Aizawa then instructed him to go check in to the nurse to have his finger checked. After this, he told everyone that tomorrow was going to be a lot harder. Everyone then retired to the changing rooms. The four reincarnates knew at this time they should separate and head to their own apartments. Splitting up after the final bell will help with avoiding suspicions of any who notice their closeness to Izuku. They all agreed that Creed will be the only member to be on a personal level with the fanboy as the others kept their distance. They have also agreed to sitting at their own table during the lunch period as a means for Izuku to better socialize with the rest of their peers.
The four reincarnates would go their separate ways for the day. As Erik and Eddie went home, Creed and Doom stayed behind for certain reasons. Creed waited at the entrance for Izuku to walk him over to the train stop where they will pick up Logan. Meanwhile, Doom had a certain matter to analyze.
After the class, Aizawa was about to call it a day. Until he was stopped by a certain number one hero in a bright yellow suit.
"Aizawa, that was a rotten move", said All-Might.
"All-Might, so you were watching. No talk shows today", said Aizawa.
"a rational deception. That cute, but you're not exactly known for being light-hearted. I read your file. Last year, you expelled an entire class of freshmen students. You have no problem with kicking students out, especially those you deem unworthy. You were planning on sending last place home. So that could only mean, you see the same kind of potential in young Midoriya that I do", declared All-Might.
"what is this about? It sounds like you've been in this corner the whole time", said Aizawa.
All-Might flinched at that response.
"isn't it a bit early to be playing favorites? He doesn't have zero potential; I'll give him that. If that were the case, I would have seen straight home after class with no hesitation. It's cruel to let a kid dream about something that could never come true", said Aizawa with a cold expression.
All-Might observed the fleeting figure of Aizawa. He has known him for quite some time now and truly understood his character. No matter the quarry, they will always find it in themselves to trust the other.
"In your own strange way, you're a kind man, Aizawa. I know that. But clearly, we are going to have us a problem", said All-might as Aizawa left the scene.
"Indeed. For a teacher, he is quite unorthodox", said a new voice.
All-Might, surprised by the voice, turned to see that it was one of the four SHIELD boys that would monitor and protect young Midoriya. Remembering to have read their files, he knew each of their names. The one that in front of him was none other than the Latverian, Victor von Doom. A part of All-Might wondered how a child could have such a name.
"uh-um, oh, you must be Young Doom. How was your first day in Aizawa's class?", said All-Might.
"he definitely made it clear that he doesn't trust the four of us. Overall, he will be quite the instructor to have. However, I'm not here to talk about him. I'm here as the leader of my squad to make sure everything aspect of our mission goes smoothly. Our positions in this academy and the security of both you and Midoriya", said Doom.
"I see. As much as I appreciate the protection you provide to young Midoriya, rest assure that in time he will find a balanced control of the power he inherited from me. Yuuei will teach him how to control it and he will excel in time to truly embody what it means to be a hero", said All-Might.
"with his mindset, I don't doubt that. But until I see an acceleration to his progression rate, he might become a liability than an asset. No doubt what we saw today is proof to him being a quick learner but putting hope on him this early is reckless. he is still just a young man and has yet seen the true dangers this world could create", said Doom.
"though that may be true, one could say the same about you, Young Doom. I have gone through your file and read of your many accomplishments, but I can't help but wonder just how someone so young could be that influential in an organization like SHIELD", said All-Might.
"Carter and I have a deep respect for one another. We both know one can't do without the other. We both seek a safer world and I plan on making that a reality. My squad being in Yuuei and Midoriya's insured future are key factors to that goal. Victor Creed will watch over Midoriya. Erik and Brock will make sure that your secret stays a secret. I will monitor any and all changes and progression to One for All on both you and Midoriya. While that is being done, we will continue our role as Yuuei students till graduation. After that, anything that happens on your successor is on him.", explained Doom.
'my goodness, so young and already sounding like a general. Do all kids in the Youth Department act like this?', thought All-Might.
"I won't dictate how you take care of yourself, but it would be preferable if you lasted for a very long while. At least enough to motivate Midoriya to not lose confidence in himself. There is only so much sugar coating he's allowed to have until the reality turns bitter. So my suggestion, give him advice that will strengthen his drive. Not as All-Might, but as Toshinori Yagi. After all, the one very certain thing that you and Midoriya have in common is that you have similar origin stories", said Doom as he walked away.
All-Might looked at the foreign boy who would leave the scene to return to his apartment. The file that belonged to the Latverian had mentioned his time as a child soldier in the rebellion. Truly a tragic beginning for someone who became a Yuuei student. SHIELD orders or not.
"Victor von Doom, I won't dare say that I understand your pain. The internal scars we bare are far too different, but we both know what it's like to lose someone dear to us. I can't imagine the horrors you've face in your home country. For the bloody civil wars where heroes would fight other heroes is just unbearable to think about. But maybe, just maybe. If SHIELD was able to rekindle your strength, then Yuuei will surely rekindle your faith in heroes", said All-Might as he then leaped away in the air.
… Meanwhile at the Yuuei front entrance …
Victor Creed waited at the front entrance of the school for Izuku Midoriya. The rest of the day in his mind was just to get to the train with Izuku, pick up Logan, and get some dinner. This Aizawa guy was going to be a pain in the ass. Baguko has gotten more violent now, so he'll also be an issue. Everyone else in that class were just background characters for him and the team. Eddie was no doubt the friendly one in the group. So, if any of their peers even think of getting social with them, then they'll either need Eddie as a messenger or just back off.
However, Izuku isn't as antisocial as they are. Creed could admit that it would be a dick move to not let his neighbor have at least some contact with the local.
'hell, if that was the case, then Green Bean will never score any chicks', jokingly thought Creed. He was then brought out of his thoughts when he picked up Izuku's scent from behind.
"oh man, I'm really tired", said Izuku as he tries to make his way to the Canadian.
"I could only imagine why, Green. Come on, let's get Logan and head home", said Creed. They were about to move until a new scent hit Creed's nose. 'oh no', thought Creed as he knew who it was. Feeling a hand touch his shoulders, Izuku turned to see Iida behind him.
"uh, hey there Iida", said a surprised Izuku.
"what are you still doing here, bub? School's done for today", said a not caring Creed
"I merely wish to check up on Midoriya. So, how's the broken finger doing", asked Iida calmly.
"oh, it's doing fine. Thanks to Recovery Girl", said Izuku. He then explained to them how Recovery Girl's healing quirk worked. Iida found it quite informative, while Creed cringed at the thought of it. 'we're definitely handing you over Eddie, Green Bean', thought Creed.
The three then walked together to leave the school grounds. Looking at glasses, Creed hated the thought of seeing this guy more often. Then again, he can't really do anything about it. At the end, he'll just have to get use to coexisting with Iida. It would be the best considering he needs to keep his cover and that engine legs here is probably going to be around them. Looking at Izuku who was looking at his fist with a banged finger, Creed could see that Green is full of thoughts of how he needs to get better with that quirk. God knows he needs to. Still, today proved that he was getting somewhere.
"I was a bit concerned about Mister Aizawa's approach for class. But I trust the school's judgement, Yuuei is the top program. Even so, lying is just downright immoral", proclaimed Iida.
'I thought he was scary, but that's not it. He just serious about school', thought Izuku.
'this fucking guy', thought Creed. He could see the irony though. Half of his SHIELD career literally involves lying. Hell, he was doing it right now just by being a student in Yuuei.
The three of them stopped when they heard a girl's voice.
"HEY, wait up you guys. You're going to the station, I'll join you guys"
They turned to see the brown-haired girl from before. Izuku was starting to get pink cheeks, Creed and Iida were wondering why she would wish to see them.
"you're that infinity girl", said Iida.
"I'm Ochako Ururaka. Let's see you're Tenya Iida, Victor Creed, and you're… Deku, right? Midoriya", said Ochako.
"Deku", cried Izuku
"yeah, isn't that what Bakugo called you. During the fitness test, he said"
"DEKU YOU BASTARD", said a bakugo thought bubble.
"well, I'm names actually Izuku. Deku is something Kacchan calls me to make fun of me", explained Izuku.
"that's real unsportsman-like", said Iida as he held his chin.
"Firecracker is a real jackass", said Creed as he put his hands in his pockets.
"oh, I didn't realize that, I'm sorry. But you know what I like Deku. It could make a real hero name. plus I think it's kinda cute", said a cheery Ochako.
"Deku it is", said a red face Izuku.
"just like that. But, didn't you say, it was an insult", said a confused Iida.
'this FUCKING guy', thought a smirking Creed as he was seeing Green Bean's red face.
After Izuku said something about a paradigm shift, the now group of four walked their way to the station. Victor Creed looked at the train schedule and map. He took note of when and where the train will be. 'If Logan is smart, he would do the same', thought Creed. Looking at the group he was with, he could see at least Izuku had an alright first day. He was smiling as he talked to his two new friends. Creed smiled at the sight.
'the last thing they need is a scary looking Canadian like me to ruin the mood', thought Creed. His mind then shifted to Logan and the possibility of what his first day was like. From what he heard from Iida, Somei Junior High was pretty much a private school for rich kids. He hopes Logan didn't run into any trouble.
… Few hours ago, after Logan left the train …
'This place better not be a pain', thought Logan.
The reincarnated Wolverine stood on the sidewalk as he witnesses the middle school campus of Somei from the other side of the street. Among him were the new first years. He would have found it awkward being the only second year of the group if he actually gave a shit about it. His eyes were focused forward as he ignored the curious stares he was receiving. At this point, it was getting annoying now. Once the crosswalk post lit green, he and the first years traversed through the street to the entrance of Somei.
Now on campus grounds, Logan wondered how big everything would be. from the brochure, all they showed was the main building. Pass the entrance, the Somei campus was made up of three buildings. A wide, horizontal rectangular building with an entrance that read P.E. section. The two buildings in front of it were similarly vertical rectangular. The left one read student center and the right read core education. It was a simple enough layout for a middle school, but what really got to him was the fancy shit that the whole place was covered in. a week ago, he had looked up Somei on the internet and there were several reviews on how it was a middle school that taught some of the wealthiest kids in Japan. If being not a local wasn't already a disadvantage, then clearly his economic background was going to be one.
'After seeing my parents dead and murdering my biological father, I was looked after by brother and we lived off the Canadian wilderness. So, how was your break? Yeah, that a damn nice way to break the ice', sarcastically thought Logan.
Logan then went through his bag and found his transcripts which were created by Forge. Remembering what the bandana wearing mechanic said, he just has to deliver these to the main head of the school. He was given instructions online by the faculty that he would be allowed to skip orientation to have a one on one with the principle on the in's and out's of the campus. Forge had also told him that the transcripts were made so that he would be put in the higher learning classes. Yeah, thanks for the pressure bub. The jackass even said to try to wing it and make up his own origin story of how he got here.
Since he didn't really have a team of his own, Logan wasn't allowed to bring up any indications that would reveal his involvement with SHIELD. At least the transcripts said that he's a transfer student from Merlyn Grant Middle School. Maybe with that he could pull a fake origin story out of his ass.
Logan proceeded to the main building and walked with his signature slight scowl. Looking left and right, rich kids at every corner and they all have very distinctive traits about them that his enhanced senses could tell. If he had to guess, then maybe in Japan the richest people have the best quirks. Yet another thing he's not looking forward too.
Logan then made his way into the main building where he could see the first- and second-year students have small reunions before entering a lecture hall for orientation. Ignoring the crowd, he would traverse through the halls until he finally arrived at the office department. There he would wait for someone to bring him to the principal. Seating on one of the waiting chairs, he would see all the students clear from the hallway and the sound of an announcer could be heard. After ten minutes, he would be brought out of his waiting by a slender woman with long black hair and dressed in gray business wear. Her faculty badge read Assistant Principal Zoe Ishihara. Her face had a calm, but cold expression that unsettle many people. Logan would have felt some chills if it wasn't for the fact that she's hot.
"you must be Logan", asked Zoe.
"I am", answered Logan.
"come with me", said Zoe.
Logan got off his chair and followed the assistant principal to the principal's office to have his transcripts verified. Entering the office, he could see Zoe standing next to a damn big bastard. The bub had red eyes, yellow scaly skin, and wings. To put it simply, he was a freaking eight-foot dragon man. Logan would have found him a bit intimidating if it wasn't for the fact that the big guy looked funny in that suit of his. The little sign on his office desk read Principal Zoga. If anyone else was in the office, then they could tell from the look of the principal's eyes that he really didn't like to have his time wasted.
The young Canadian and principal would stare at each other with neither one showing any emotions. The principal's eyes glow red and Logan's didn't care.
"long way from home, aren't we young man?", said the principal in a deep and groggy voice.
From where Logan was standing, he could smell that this guy had plenty of stake the other day. Any other element couldn't be picked up which told Logan that the principal wasn't the fire breathing type. If this guy was any other cheesy principal, he would answer like any other bub. However, the one in front of him was giving him bad vibes. He refuses to look like anyone else's bitch.
"seems like it. I figured I spread my wings and see the world", said a nonchalant Logan.
"so free spirited, are we? Far from home, away from family, and in a land that he knows nothing about. Yet, you seem to have no care in the world. It's good to be calm during stressful situation, but to be careless is a very bad trait in a person. Just how exactly did someone like you get into my school?", said Zoga.
"this will probably answer that, Principal", said Logan.
Principal Zoga looked over the transcripts and then allowed Zoe to see if they match the information in her digital tablet. She nodded in confirmation and he grunted in annoyance. He then placed the transcripts in his desk and brought his hands together to regain his posture. His red eyes once again meeting Logan's.
"So, it seems that you do have a position in my school. A school that accepts only the best of Japan. The seniors and the freshmen have all appear to show signs of quality people to be the future leaders of our fair country. Could you possibly ever see yourself be in such honors and high standings?", said Zoga.
The two had then turned their stares into scowls. Logan was really starting to hate this guy. Even if this bastard didn't literally say, it is very obvious that he really didn't want someone like him in this fancy shit school. Well sorry bub, but I'm staying.
"I'm not here to be anyone's leader. I'm no one's future boss and I'm no kid to some rich people or to some politician. I'm here to study, get good grades, and graduate. After that, we can happily never see each other again. You'll still be in this office and I'll be in Yuuei and become a hero in training", said Logan.
"So, you wish to be a hero. That's even worse. And from what your transcripts say, you are a rather bland quirked individual. Bone Claws, not really much hero potential in that. Especially with the variety that exist in Somei", said Zoga.
"I'm still trying. I'm going to graduate. If there's anything else, I think I should attend my first class now. Can't have a tardy, right?", said Logan.
The two continued to scowl at each, until Zoe spoke.
"Principal Zoga, he's slightly right. The orientation has ended, and the students are getting ready for homeroom. Shall I escort him to his classroom?", said Zoe.
Zoga waved his hand in accepted and Zoe lead the young Canadian to his homeroom. Once the foreigner left, he grunted at the thought of having to encounter someone of that ilk. To have some dirty low-class in his school filled him with disgust and anger, but he knew to keep his cool. Eventually, the foreigner will dig his own grave. And when he does, Zoga would gladly be the one to expel him from his great school.
… In the hallway …
Logan followed Zoe to his homeroom. He really couldn't expect much other then just more stares from the locals. If he had to be honest, he can't expect much from this experience. Considering that the principal of this place was one of those kinds of guys, the saying "the easy day was yesterday" sums up the rest of his time here.
"this is your homeroom. Do be on your best behavior and excel in your classes", said Zoe.
"thanks, I'll try", said Logan.
Zoe then walked away, and Logan reached for the door. Before he opened it, his enhanced scent tracking then alerted him to one odd thing. Turning his head to the left, he was surprised to no longer see the assistant principle anywhere. He then realized that she might have just used her quirk to disappear. Whatever her quirk may be, it had erased any trace of her, even her scent. That really got to Logan. But right now, his real challenge was behind this door.
Sliding the door moderately, Logan found himself in the middle of a home room introduction announcement. The room itself was average at best. A board, a teacher's desk, a few minor decorations made from construction paper, and a total of 30 desks. Unfortunately, the desks were filled, and all eyes were on the newcomer. The only adult in the room turned his head to see the foreigner at the entrance and then looked at his papers for any confirmation of a transfer student. Once finding the sheet, he then rose from his desk and his gestured for the young Canadian to come in.
Logan would then take his first steps into the homeroom and stood next to the homeroom teacher. They all just stared at him. Some were uncaring. Some were curious. And some, were just disgusted.
'well, fuck you guys too', thought Logan.
"Attention everyone, as we all know, your class as of this year down is now down to 26 students. Some very problematic events had occurred in your first year of Somei. Four of your classmates that were with you at that year have left us due to personal matters that I will not explain. But for right now, that means your class have some positions to be filled. Unfortunately, none of your other fellow classes wished to transfer any of their own to among you. Thus, the school sought out those of other schools. Again unfortunately, some applicants couldn't meet our standards. Somehow, a foreign transfer program recommended us a student from Merlyn Grant Middle School in Canada. Welcome your newest classmates, Logan", announced the teacher.
The class remained silent. Figures.
"please take any of the four empty seats at the back", instructed the teacher to Logan.
The young Canadian followed his orders and walked to the back of the room. On the way, he nearly got tripped by a leg that stuck out. Quickly recovering, he could hear small snickering and that made him grit his teeth. So, it's going to be like that, huh?
Looking at the four-empty desk, he decided to take the one that is behind a rather scrawny kid who wears glasses and the hair on his head is partially made up of feathers. Out of everyone in this room, he seemed like the less likely to try shit to him. Now claiming the desk, he sat back and I'd the front. The board currently read Home Room Teacher Shirow. So, that's his name. The rest of home room consisted of schedule debriefings and the updated school rules. After that, Shirow left to allow the next teacher to come in to start the first period class. This process would continue until the end of fourth period when the lunch period would begin. It was then that first day had now just been more annoying.
Leaving the core education building, he walked through the outside to see everyone heading to the student center building. There students could go to the upper levels to be a part of clubs or to eat at the cafeteria which is on the first floor. The line to the food servings wasn't so bad but what pissed him off was that there was barely anywhere to sit. Getting a tray and serving himself, he could admit that the food looked great. He then remembered that this is a school for rich kids. Now having his lunch, he could see two tables available. One where the feather head sat at and one that looked way nicer than other tables. There were literal red leather cushions on the table seats. He wondered why no one else sat there. It was like they were avoiding it.
Sensing that there wouldn't be no harm, Logan thought that he might just go to the nice-looking desk. Just as he was close enough, that's when he heard a murmuring from the table behind him. His enhance hearing allowed him to make what the other students were saying.
"what is that gaijin doing? Doesn't he know whose table that is?"
"he is a foreigner remember. Poor guy probably doesn't even know who the current rulers of Somei are"
"he better hopes the Silver Clan don't catch him. It's bad enough for him to not be on his homeland, but the last thing he needs is to make powerful enemies"
Processing their words, Logan wondered just who this Silver Clan were. That's when the cafeteria door opened for a group of 8 students. He recognized them as the 8 that sat at the front of the class in home room. Five boys and three girls. Not wanting to be stuck in an awkward situation, he moved away from the table and went for the one with the feather head. Now sitting at the table, he caught the attention of the person in front of him. The two looked at each other shortly, then the feather head started to carry his tray and stood from the table. "excuse me", he said and then left the cafeteria with his food.
Logan honestly couldn't tell what was wrong with that guy. The feather head was okay with a foreigner sitting behind him, but apparently sitting on the same lunch table was crossing the line. Fuck it. His food was getting cold and he needed to eat. After finishing his meal and hearing the bell sounding the end of lunch period, he then threw away his tray and walked to the exit. Before he could leave the building, he then stopped in front of the door to see something in the distance. Near the school's outer walls, he could see feather head talking to three taller guys who wore why different uniforms from the school's own uniform set. From what he could see of the students in Somei, the first- and second-years males are to wear black gakurans and the females are to wear sailor styles. The same could not be said about the third years, the seniors of Somei had to wear blazer styled uniforms to prepare them for the mentality of high school. However, their colors are different from the ones that these guys were wearing. Somei's senior colors are blue and pale turquoise. The guys that were with feather head had rosy brown and blue violet.
Logan continued to watch the interaction and a part of him wanted to see what this was. He then saw the feather head pull out his wallet. He was about to see the guy pull out some money, until…
"Ahem"
Logan turned around see the 8 juniors that made up the Silver Clan. They each held a bored expression on their faces. The tallest of the group is a guy who had long black hair and an athletic build. His face had a stern and calm scowl. The girl behind him is shorter than him by a head and has pink highlights in her black hair. Her face had a calm and bored impassiveness to it. Two of them that were on the right are twins and were the same size as the girl with the pink highlights. They too had an impassive look on their face. there were then two boys at the back of the group had half lidded scowls on their faces. Next, a really cocky bub who wore glasses and stood with a sense of authority. Finally, there is someone in the center of the group. It was a girl that didn't bother to look at Logan and instead was on her phone. Back to the cocky one, he was the one who was about to give an order to the Canadian.
"would you mind moving out of the way. Class will begin soon, and it would be impractical to be late. Especially, when it's the first day", chastised the cocky one.
Logan looked at him for a few seconds and decided that it wasn't worth it. Not because of the guy's fake authority, but of the fact that he can't afford to kicked out this early.
"whatever you say", said Logan in fluent Japanese and then moved to left to let them pass.
The cocky one quirked an eyebrow at the surprising discovery of the new foreign student being fluent in his country's tongue but ignored it to proceed through the door. The others ignore Logan and followed through the door. Before the Silver Clan completely left the cafeteria, the girl that was on her phone in the last second looked to her right to see the Canadian that was blocking her way. Her half-lidded eyes met with Logan's slight scowl. She then turned away and returned to her found. The group had then left the Canadian to himself in the nearly empty cafeteria.
Logan then tried to see where feather head had gone to, but he was no longer where he was at the outer fence. Logan then grunted and decided to just go to class. The later classes went smoothly if anything until the second to last class when feather head returned. This time he had a black eye. Some of the class snickered at the sight, but Logan wasn't amused. He remembered the seniors that he was with outside. It was most likely a bullying problem, but it wasn't his business anyway.
After the final class was done, Logan had packed bag and was ready to get this first day over with. The ones that called themselves the Silver Clan were the first to leave. Everyone else after. As he got out of the room, he proceeded through the halls as everyone got to their lockers. They all got their supplies and papers ready to bring back to their homes. Logan hadn't touched his locker yet, because he didn't really see the point of it. He would rather carry everything he'll need for the day, instead of just backtracking every time. The weight of his pack didn't really bother him. Back in Canada, he and Creed had to carry moose and bear during their hunts for food.
Logan had then exited the core education building and traverse through the separate crowd of Japanese teens to get to the main entrance of the campus. Finally of school grounds, he let out a sigh and really just wanted to get his apartment. He was about to take the next step to the crosswalk, until someone stopped him.
"you, Gaijin", said a girl's voice.
Logan turned around to see the girl with the pink highlights from before. 'so, that's what she sounds like', thought Logan. From what he could see, she had a calculative look on her face, and it wasn't showing any signs of friendliness. Other than that, they were completely alone. Most likely she wanted this encounter to be just the two of them.
"anything I can help you with?", asked Logan.
She then tilted her head to point at a tree and she walked towards it. Logan sighed and followed her. They were both now under an oak tree and were waiting for the other to speak.
"So, what do you want?", asked Logan.
"you have really terrible manners, you know that", said the girl.
"I get that a lot. So, is that all? Cause right now, I just want get-", Logan was then cut off when she pulled his collar and dragged him closer from her. Their faces were an inch from each other, and the girl was looking deep into his eyes. Logan however wasn't taking any of it.
"Is this how girls flirt in this country or am I getting mixed signals?", said an annoyed Logan.
The girl then glared and pushed him away.
"It's obvious you're not of a wealthy family from some foreign country. So whatever program that got you into Somei must have pulled a lot of strings to get you here", said the girl.
"yeah, that's probably the case. Is there a point to this?", asked Logan.
"There is. An assumption. Tell me, does this sound like you? Poor, alone, and have nothing left in life. Holding on to a dream that things will get better. And then some powerful people took you in", proclaimed the girl.
"Then darling, I would say you're some kind of mind reader. Or is it just your quirk.", said Logan.
"call it intuition. I won't explain it to you why I'm bothering to help you, but know I'm doing this to avoid any future problems for someone. So, do try to listen to me", said the girl who received a nod from Logan.
"the only reason today was easy was because it was the first day. The rest of the week you'll be challenged both academically and socially. You're new here, you weren't with us at first year, and to boot you're a foreigner. So, do everyone a favor and stay in lone wolf mode", demanded the girl.
"aren't normal teens suppose to make new friends?", asked Logan.
"do you feel like making new friends here?", asked the girl.
"well you got me there", said Logan.
"I'll only go through this once, so just listen. Anything you do will have a domino effect. Get in trouble and that will make our class look bad. If we look bad, then the class president looks bad. That will lead to him being mad and that will be annoying to deal with", explained the girl.
"Is he the guy you don't what me to cause trouble for?", asked Logan.
"I honestly couldn't care less about him. The person that I don't want you to cause trouble for is Mariko", said the girl.
"and that is?", asked Logan.
"the girl that was on her phone back in the cafeteria. If you do anything against our group, then that we will have the possibility of her being bother with bullshit", said the girl.
"at least tell me who is in your group, the Silver Clan or whatever it is", said Logan.
"Fine. The leader of our group is unfortunately Noburu Hideki, class president and student body president. He is the head of our grade. His class vice representative is Mariko Yashida, grade wise the highest honored student in our grade. Next are her four cousins. The students of Somei call them "The Fire Twins". Shiro and Leyu Yashida, they don't agree in most things, but they are inseparable. And then, there are Ichiro and Kirin. Those two are not ones to have idle chat with. Especially with what happened last year. And finally, there's Keniuchio Harada. He is the enforcer of our group. If you had denied complied to Noburu's wishes, then Keniuchio would have dealt with you.", explained the girl.
"I'd like to see him try… hey wait. What about you? Why are you with them?", said Logan.
"I'm Yukio, Mariko's best friend. Remember all this. It's the last time we're ever going to talk with one another. Don't try to embarrass yourself during your time here, otherwise go back to Canada", said Yukio as she walked away.
With their little chat done, Logan spat at the ground out how pissed he was. Seriously, this is a middle school. What's with the damn hierarchy? It didn't matter to him still. He just wants to go back to his apartment. He was about to make the next turn to the train stop until he heard a noise. He then took in any familiar scents. That was when smelled something that reminded him of the class. It was feather head. He tracked the scent to an alley where the three seniors from before were beating feather head against the wall. Behind them, Logan could only guess that it was feather head's bike. It had several dents on it.
Logan remembered what Yukio had told him. Don't make any trouble. Well, fuck it. Here comes trouble. He cracked his knuckles and gritted his teeth. "HEY BUB".