Inside the faculty office, the atmosphere was anything but relaxed.
Aizawa sat slouched in his chair, arms crossed, capture weapon loosely coiled beside him. Across from him sat the rest of the first-year homeroom teachers—each one watching him with varying degrees of interest, curiosity, and concern.
At the head of the table, Principal Nezu rested his chin on his paws, eyes gleaming with unmistakable fascination.
"Well?" Nezu asked cheerfully. "Did you manage to confirm whether the boy possesses a Quirk, Aizawa?"
Aizawa exhaled slowly. "Yes. Multiple times."
That alone made several teachers straighten.
"I activated Erasure during every Quirk-reliant test," he continued, tapping Izuku's digital file on the desk. "Grip strength. Sprint. Throw. Agility. Nothing changed. No suppression. No drop in output."
He paused.
"Whatever he's using… it isn't a Quirk."
The room reacted instantly.
"That's impossible," Cementoss muttered, folding his arms.
"Not even mutant-types?" Power Loader asked, adjusting his visor.
Midnight leaned forward over the table, elbows resting on the surface, expression sharp despite her teasing tone.
"So what does the kid have, then?" she asked. "Because that certainly wasn't normal human output."
Aizawa scrolled through the report again, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I don't know," he admitted. "But from what I can tell… he was registered Quirkless at birth."
That word landed heavier than expected.
"Quirkless?" Thirteen echoed quietly.
Aizawa nodded. "Same classification as a certain Symbol of Peace before his rise."
Several teachers exchanged looks.
"He stayed physically average until middle school," Aizawa continued. "Then suddenly—growth spurt. Muscle development beyond age norms. Endurance spikes. Reaction time well above trained athletes."
He flicked to another page.
"He joined middle school track for one season," Aizawa said. "Won gold in multiple events. Broke two regional records."
Midnight blinked. "Then why didn't he keep competing?"
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "He quit immediately afterward. Never returned."
Silence followed.
Nezu leaned back slightly, tail swishing thoughtfully. "So… a Quirkless child who suddenly exceeds professional heroes in raw physical ability, without any biological anomaly we can detect."
"That's the situation," Aizawa said flatly.
Present Mic scratched the back of his head. "Yo… that's freaky."
Nezu's smile widened—not with humor, but with interest.
"This," he said calmly, "is quite the predicament we have."
He tapped his claws together lightly.
"Because if he truly lacks a Quirk," Nezu continued, "then his existence challenges the very foundation of hero society."
Aizawa glanced toward the window, where the training fields were just barely visible in the distance.
"And if villains find out," Aizawa added, "he'll become a target."
Nezu's eyes gleamed brighter.
"Or," he said softly, "the future."
The room fell quiet.
....
When lunch break finally came, the tension of the morning eased just a little.
Izuku found himself seated at one of the long cafeteria tables with a group of guys he hadn't expected to click with so quickly. Across from him sat Iida, posture straight even while eating, carefully wiping his glasses between bites.
Kirishima leaned back comfortably, already halfway through his meal, laughing loudly. Kaminari poked at his food distractedly, humming to himself, while Mineta hovered close to the edge of the bench like he was afraid someone might kick him off.
Tokoyami sat quietly at the end, Dark Shadow looming behind him like a silent guardian.
'This is… one interesting lineup,' Izuku thought, taking a bite of his food.
His eyes drifted across the cafeteria to the girls' table. Somehow—already—they looked close.
Laughing, chatting, sharing food like they'd known each other for months instead of hours.
'One day,' he promised himself, lips twitching faintly.
The sound of Kirishima's voice snapped him back.
"So, Izuku," Kirishima said casually, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, "what's your Quirk, man?"
The table went quiet.
Izuku blinked.
He realized, a little belatedly, that no one had actually asked him that yet. With how insane the tests had been, everyone had just… assumed.
'Huh,' he thought. 'Didn't plan for this already.'
He chewed slowly, buying time.
'Should I just tell the truth?'
A pause. 'Nah… let's drag it a bit.'
He swallowed and smiled.
"It's called OP."
There was a brief silence.
Kaminari's eyes lit up immediately. "OP? That's a first. What does it stand for?"
Before Izuku could answer—
"Oppai, for sure!" Mineta blurted out, slamming his hands on the table like he'd solved a mystery.
Every head snapped toward him.
The looks he received could've killed.
"That's disgusting," Iida snapped, chopping the air with his hand.
"Have some shame," Kirishima added, shaking his head.
Tokoyami didn't say anything—but Dark Shadow leaned closer, eyes glowing ominously.
Mineta shrank in his seat. "J-Just saying…"
Izuku cleared his throat, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Overpowered," he said simply.
The reaction was instant.
Kirishima's jaw dropped. "BRO. That's the manliest Quirk name I've ever heard!"
Kaminari laughed. "Yeah, okay, that actually goes hard."
Even Iida nodded approvingly. "It is… surprisingly efficient and descriptive."
Tokoyami inclined his head slightly. "A name befitting strength."
Izuku smiled into his food.
'Dudes are simple creatures,' he thought.
After lunch, they returned to class, and the rest of the school day passed surprisingly… normal.
Instead, it was mostly introductions—teachers outlining their subjects, expectations, and vague warnings about how demanding U.A. would become.
A bit of basic hero theory. A bit of law. A lot of "you'll understand this later."
Izuku listened with half an ear, jotting notes more out of habit than necessity. Around him, some students struggled to stay awake, others buzzed with lingering excitement from the morning tests.
Katsuki looked like he was simmering, barely restrained. Iida took meticulous notes. Tokoyami stared at the board like it held ancient secrets.
Eventually, the final bell rang.
The sound echoed through the classroom, signaling the end of their very first day.
Izuku slid his notebook into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. As he stood, a soft voice caught his attention.
"Um… Izuku?"
He turned to see Ochaco standing beside his desk, hands clasped behind her back. She looked a little nervous, rocking slightly on her heels.
"Would you like to… walk together?" she asked, eyes flicking away for half a second before returning to his.
He blinked, then smiled.
"Sure. Why not?"
TO BE CONTINUED