Midoriya Izuku/?
Upon getting to my assigned room, I found that the rooms around it were already decorated, or at least open to view; so either I was really late, or they were really fucking early, and I'm not talking about the ten, twenty minutes early, no, I'm talking about hours.
If it was the former, good on them, but if it was the latter, I wouldn't mind singing some praise. That kind of dedication deserved some recognition after all.
Either way, to say their rooms were interesting would be an understatement: the one to my left sang of minimalist, and old Japanese custom, both things I could get along with just fine; as a matter of fact, it almost made up for the fact that the room to the right was like a dogpile of the most random shit in the world.
And I wasn't kidding either, I was being serious; in the middle of whoever's room it was, sat a pile of suitcases, and surrounding them were scarce outlines of wall decorations that covered the room all around: it made the more simple and clean side of me wretch with disgust as it beheld the sight of such chaos.
The ones across were probably bearable, but I couldn't really get a good look at them due to the poor angle I was standing at, so I ignored them and stepped inside my own dorm room, its bare walls already starting to light up in contrast with Mita's quiet form.
She had since set down the eight suitcases in favor of just sitting on the carpeted floor, her face angled down as she seemed to contemplate something I couldn't see.
Closing the door behind me, I took a seat next to her while keeping the peace, just waiting for the moment she'd spill her thoughts, which, given the lack of reaction, was likely really deep, disturbingly dark, or just silly; which of them it was stood beyond me, but I didn't really mind, because I'd help regardless.
After a few more moments of Silence, she spoke, her voice dripping with confidence and certainty.
"Do you think we could soundproof the room?"
I snorted instantly, a chuckle escaping me as I tried to keep myself from laughing at the serious question.
With a click of her teeth, Mita slugged me; almost immediately afterward, my arm spasmed, and I was left to grunt in pain while still painfully chuckling, the amusement unfading even as her protection over me was receding, if only increasing it tenfold.
The reaction was the kicker, and I was sent to the floor in laughter, desperately clutching my side in attempts to quell my overflowing amusement, lest I die of self-asphyxiation.
Luckily, the fit subsided moments later, and I was left wiping tears from my face as I looked over to Mita, her cheeks puffed up in silent irritation and mild embarrassment, if the redness was anything to go by.
It was always a cute sight to see Mita pouting, any of them for that matter, except for Crazy Mita; she preferred strangulation, but even then, she was so cute when she did it, no matter the breath I lost.
With a moment away from my thoughts, I spoke.
"Yes, Mita, I'm fairly certain we could get some soundproofing, but we might have to jump through a few hoops to get it."
Her silence was noted, but not unwelcome, as she just had that charm that made any silence all the more enjoyable. That said, I wasn't prepared for her to lunge at me, her form making me weaze as my breath was again stolen from me.
When I looked up at my cute offender, I couldn't help but grin, because even with that fake disinterest, I could tell she had been enjoying her day so far, though given that fact, she also looked drop-dead exhausted despite only having been out for a few hours.
My grin faltered.
My Quirks' biggest and most dreaded flaw is the time limit.
Reaching up, I cupped her cheek, my grin no longer beaming.
She leaned into the physical contact without hesitation before she brought herself down to my chest, her cheek pressing firmly against it.
I've worked tirelessly to figure out a way to increase that limit, but nothing ever seemed to work on my end, and if it did, well, I'd have a few more minutes with them; Core Mita was still looking into it as well, but aside from a few theories she's come up with, nothing drastic had been found, nothing that would help increace the limit. Preferably, this continued research would lead us to hours, days, or even years if we hit a critical success.
But there was only so much I could do to help, and my time in the Mita-Stage was just as limited, if not worse; core was also working on helping me with that, so they didn't have to come out so often to get my company.
Still, I didn't just want to sit around while my beautiful soon-to-be wives and daughter did all the hard work, so I enrolled myself into UA, the University that will hopefully help solve my problem and get me to a point where Core, Kind Mita, Crazy Mita, Cappie, Ghostly Mita, Sleepy Mita, Short-haird Mita, 2-D Mita, Creepy Mita, and Mila, didn't have to do so much work; I enjoy when their happy, so seeing and feeling when they get irritated via lack of progress always gets me down: its like a shot to the gut even if it wasn't derected at me.
I sighed, my palm rubbing circles into her back as she slowly fell asleep. With one final kiss on the forehead, she was out, her rhythmic breathing humming a lulling tune that made me feel tired in a way that wasn't physical.
Soon after, she began to sink into my chest, her form breaking down as it returned to the dimensions she came from, leaving me lying down alone and contemplative while noise aluded me.
It was never fun to be alone like this, but what choice did I really have? Gritting my teeth, I forced myself up; it would be stupid to waste my time mopeing, so I might as well begin unpacking what I could.
Once righted, I pulled out my phone to check the time, mercifully finding that I had about half an hour to get things done before I had to attend my first class.
'Well, let's see about setting up the computer first.'
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Shouta Aizawa/Eraser Head
I am many things, but merciful is not one of them, especially in heroics.
My job is to train aspiring heroes and help them nurture their talent and skill for the safety of the future, but any blind man can see the shit for what it was, shit. UA? Nothing but a disguised military camp. Hero's? Super soldiers. And the HC? The main military body wrapped in silk.
But worst of all were the villains, because most of those weren't even villains; they were just people at the wrong place at the wrong time: scapegoats in all but name.
I sighed as I rubbed at my temple.
But there were those select few, those truly dark individuals, and now, they were grouping up, joining factions, and whatever else counts for team-ups nowadays. They were becoming less of a group of scattered nails and more of a uniform assault squadron by the day.
They were that one thorn in the commission's side that they just couldn't seem to pull out, and it was wearing on everyone, with operative after operative being sent to the meat grinder with little to no ground gained. The base as a whole was starting to fracture, leaving entire "Hero Schools" out of the loop and without sufficient funding.
It was a massive oversight that wasn't getting any better, and I'd say we had a year or so before everything came crumbling down due to poor management and gross oversights in power distribution.
A well-oiled machine needs every cog to be in peak condition, not just one.
But I digress.
Mercy isn't something in my vocabulary, because it gets people killed more often than not: a teacher shouldn't try to teach it either, else they see their students stuck up on a pike with dull eyes and a silent, eternal cry painting their face.
My coal eyes lost their shine for a moment as my mind dredged up uneasy memories. Still, I was never one to dwell for long, so with a spike of spite, I forced myself off the ledge my legs dangled over, dropping down into a crotch two stories down before springing forward with inhuman strength, or as close to it as one could without a strength Quirk.
From there, I dashed off, leaving the faculty building behind me as I bolted to class for another year of hellish endurance training courtesy of a rat in a suit.
'Fun.'
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Izuku Midoriya/?
Without much rush, I moseied down the hall, back toward the common area as the class bell rang in the distance. I had about ten minutes before class would officially start, and if I wasn't there before that bell went off a third time, I'd be scheduled as absent, which, given the school's history, would likely lead to expulsion.
Given that fact, I wasn't too happy being slow, but I was nonetheless. I didn't want to seem desperate, and at the same time, I wanted to paint an image of cool, calm, and collected to my classmates when I inevitably made it to them.
When I spent time in the orphanage, my image was spent being that of the freak, monster, or crybaby; the first two were courtesy of my mother. The third, on the other hand, was closer to who I was at the time, with every little thing setting me off like a broken facet: I had a feeling it was a drawback from my original quirk, but I wasn't too sure; that being said, after losing it, my sudden bouts of crying came to a staggering halt, as if taken away by some unseen force.
But now would be different, now I'd build my image to be that of the cool, aloof badass, someone people would turn to for love advice or shout out in jealousy when all the girls around flocked to me like rabbits in heat; not that I'd ever consider any of them worth my attention, but it would certinly be a boon to the picture in my mind, so I'd bare with it for as long as I could.
With a soft chuckle, I picked up my pace a bit, finding the noise I was aiming for to be notably absent, but maybe that was because I was just too far away.
Again, my pace quickened, leaving me wondering why the lobby was suddenly so far away.
It was a moment later that had me sprinting as time seemed to tick against me; I'd cut the full sprint when I got closer to the destination, but otherwise, I'd keep my pace. Soon after that conclusion came to be, I had drawn near the common area; still errily silent, but closer anyway.
When the threshold to the main room came into view, I slowed, letting myself take in a few breaths before moving on to fixing my disheveled clothes, and after a breath longer, I walked. My face had gone back to its disinterested position, and my slight slouch in posture was duly noted to be present as well, tying the image all together again; really, it was likely only the slight red hue in my cheeks that gave anything away that represented exsertion, and I hoped no one could spot it.
After a few more moments of silent striding, I eventually broke into the common area, my feet and pulse dropping dead on arrival. My heart pounded in my ears as my eyes grew silent in irritation, because what lay before me wasn't the small crowd of twenty or so people, but an empty room devoid of heartbeats and idle chatter, one that would make a graveyard look away in envy.
I quickly pulled my phone out, worry tainting my fingers as the power button was clicked, revealing the time and its still ticking form.
'There was plenty of time, so where the fuck is everyone?!'
I looked around, but still saw nothing.
'Don't tell me this class is full of overachievers, please god, say they aren't.'
I sighed in defeat when there was no answer before moving to the door without another glance.
"Well, maybe I can beat them there; this place is pretty big after all, and they couldn't have that much of a lead."
With that being said, I left, oblivious to the near-invisible sheen sparking to life behind me. I'd later learn the truth and lament the fact that I was played even worse than that one commander alien dude from the AICNET Star Wars trilogy made back in the pre-quirk era; boy, did that guy have it rough.
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Mina Ashido/?
As I watched the guy walk out, I couldn't help but wonder, was he single?
But the question wouldn't be allowed to linger long as the guy with engine legs spoke up, his blue, clean-cut hair framing his equally blue eyes, their own forms further layered behind a pair of clean-cut glasses: the kind that you could tell was expensive at a glance.
"I once again would like to voice my displeasure with this activity; it is rude to hide oneself from our fellow classmates, and it invites animosity among each other. I say we go apologize and introduce ourselves, you know, like a normal person."
There were little to no agreements that followed his little speech, but one explosive blonde felt the need to voice his disagreement quite verbally.
"Can it, Four-Eyes, we don't need your happy-go-friendly bullshit speech again. Besides, it was Mop-Top that came in guns ablaze, so I say it's only fuckin fair that we returned the courtesy."
The speech was rough, that was for damn sure, but it seemed to draw a few of the more mentally challenged out, including, but not limited to, a certain spikey Red-Head, his shark-like teeth set in a grin that just made his friendly-looking figure all the more appealing.
'Not even an hour, Kiri,' I silently lamented.
My golden gaze turned to the next person to speak their mind, the raven-haired princess, to be specific; I had no clue why that nickname popped into my mind when I saw her, but without knowing her name, and her overall look, I just went with it: she looked like someone who had a lot of money anyway, so maybe I wasn't entirly off point.
"Iida, while I may not agree with Bakugo and his actions to conspire with," she paused before turning to the busty blonde next to Bakugo.
"Pardon, but what is your name?"
The girl in question just blinked with a tilt, her airhead look falling away with a small teasing grin.
"Camie Utsushimi, but you can call me Shimi for short, 'My Honey.'"
I found the pose she struck after pretty hot, but maybe that was just my hormones kicking in again.
The Raven nodded before turning back to Iida.
"As I was saying, Iida-san, while I may not agree with Bakugo and... Shimi's," there was a small hum of delight from the girl in question, "scheme, it only seems fair considering the scare the young man gave us."
There were some more hums of agreement from the rest as I thought things over.
"Wasn't it the gorgeous lady he brought in that caused the scare?"
Despite saying that thought in something barely below a whisper, a girl with headphone jacks for ears spoke up, her own voice surprisingly hijacking the attention of the small crowd with the agreement to my quiet thought.
"Ya, I'm going to have to go with Ashido on this one; if it was the girl who caused the scare, why didn't we just wait for her instead? Hell, if we asked, the guy might've even been on board with it, even if his overly protective boyfriend mode was still active."
Another hum came from the girl beside me, her divine-looking Lime-Green hair falling to the side as she nodded, her own voice tuning into the big discussion that's since been started, if unknowingly.
"I can agree with that, but what do you mean by boyfriend? She looked like she wanted to strangle the poor guy."
There was a snicker from the punk girls left as another blonde with a black lightning bolt running through his hair decided to put in his two cents.
"Ya, honestly, if I didn't know any better, it looked more like two siblings just bickering, or throwing each other through doors for that matter."
There were a few winces from the rest of us as the painful memory of the guy's back cracking against the wall sounded out in our heads, and even if he looked okay for the most part, it was a really grinding thing to hear: kinda like nails on a chalkboard.
The punk girl sighed, her finger coming up to play with her ear jack: a habit by the looks of it.
"Ya know, speaking from experience here, I know the sound of kissing when I hear it, Pikachu, kinda comes with the ears and whatnot."
I winced. Superhearing that was the only thing I could think of with the context clues.
"Damn girl, can you at least turn it off?"
There was a grimace at the question, leaving me with my answer.
"Hey, if you ever need a pair of high-quality noise-canceling headphones, I have a spare pair up in my dorm room," I said, sympathising with the hell she must have gone through to get literally any sleep at all.
The girl, in return, just smiled.
"Na, I'm good now, but thanks for the offer, it's very nice of you."
I could tell the original conversation had gone on without us, but I didn't mind, plus looking down at my watch told me we had about a few minutes before the bell rang.
'Did that guy know the bell sequence?'
I thought about it for a moment before shaking my head.
'Poor guy probably thought the third bell was the attendance bell, but at least he'll be early; never hurts to get teacher points.'
It was after the third bell that people started clearing out to head to class, the third bell signaling the final warning before class started.
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Izuku Midorya/?
Things were swiftly going to shit as I hauled ass down the hallway, its scarcely decorated form seeming like an endless maze with how much of it seemed to stretch. It got to the point where I had forgone the calm and composed facade for one of sheer panic and worry.
The third bell had just rung, and I was still scampering about like a lost faune, so when I came across a small white mouse kinda thing dressed in a fancy ass suit and a cool sick scare running down his right eye, I didn't hesitate to grab them, though I made sure not to slow down.
"My, my, what's got you in such a rush?" They said, a smile painted on their face
With a winded breath, I spoke, my emerald gaze locked to the area ahead of me as I made another turn; I was going to try the third floor.
"No time, fancy mouse: quickly, which way is class 1-A!? I need to get there before I get tossed to the curb!"
The fancy mouse chuckled, sounding unbothered about being tucked under my arm like a stuffed animal or travel bag.
"Bold of you to assume you're even on the right floor."
My eyes narrowed in irritation as my feet skidded to a stop. Looking down at the mammal in question, I groaned out, breath already short.
"Please tell me you're joking."
The mouse simply chuckled again, their shoulders shaking with amusement as they shook their head in what looked to be disbelief.
"Afraid not, little pup; class 1-A is on the first floor near the school's rear, which, given your previous pace, would take you too long to get there without being written up."
With a sigh of defeat, I collapsed then and there, unable to use my mind on anything other than dismay. The mouse also got free, so now he was here, taken from what he was likely doing previously, and damn did that feel bad; he was likely doing something before I snatched him up like that, and for what, nothing, just nothing. I wasted his time and mine.
Seeing as I was already screwed anyway, I decided the first thing in order was an apology.
"Sorry, fancy mouse, but I suppose I kidnapped you for no reason; again, sorry, and sorry for wasting your time too, I know you must have been doing something."
The mammal in question once again chuckled, their light laugh filling the empty hall around us as a paw came up to wave it off.
"You're forgiven on both accounts, little pup, and if anything, you put an exciting pep in my step; I haven't done anything so exhilarating in months, so no harm, no foul."
I smiled at that, somewhat relieved that it wasn't a total waste for them.
"Oh, pardon my manners, but what's your name?" I questioned, my mind thumbing with curiosity.
The mammal grinned.
"Well, if you really must know," he paused, seemingly thinking of something, "I'm Nezu, the school's janitor."
"Nezu?" I smiled, "Well, allow me to introduce myself, Nezu-san; I am Izuku Midoriya, previously a student of class 1-A, and an aspiring husband of ten!"
The last detail seemed to have caught him off guard, as his brow rose in curiosity.
"Pardon?"
I hummed with a smile, already used to these reactions, but Nezu seemed different in a way that made it seem like he understood the sentiment.
"Right, I plan to marry ten beautiful flowers. Oh, I can already see the house, and the white dresses as they walk down the aisle; there probably isn't going to be anyone aside from us, but I never really had plans for fancy weddings anyway, so I doubt any of us will mind."
So stuck in my own fantasies, I didn't notice the interested glint in Nezu's dark eyes as he pondered his thoughts, but I did notice when the bell rang again, which caught me by surprise.
"There's a fourth bell?" I pondered aloud, seemingly redrawing Nezu's attention.
My own attention was brought back from the brink as Nezu spoke up again, his gentle tone further amused by my cluelessness.
"Indeed, little pup, there are four in total, but you'll learn about those later; instead, why don't you indulge me in these, aspiring wives of yours? I'm sure if there's anything like you, they'll be a treat to learn about."
I chuckled, not entirely against the idea, but still nervous.
"Not to be rude or anything, Nezu-san, but it would probably be better if I made my way to class, even if I do get a black mark, it's best I at least show up."
He hummed.
"You have a point, but I can't just let you go so easily, especially not when you've caught my interest, so here's what we're going to do: I'm going to write you a slip to give to your teacher when you inevitably mosey on to class; you see, he owes me quite a few favors, so you should be in the clear from there. In return, I want to hear all about your goals and aspirations for the future, including the ones you have with your aspiring wives."
My eyes were wide, even as he pulled something out of his pocket and began writing.
"Really? Just like that?" I questioned, still not able to fully process the words spoken.
Nezu smirked.
"Just like that, little pup; no strings attached: simply just a retelling of your story, if you will."
My face beamed with appreciation as I got to my feet, eager to retell my story with pounds of enthusiasm; however, before I could start, I was stopped, Nezu's paw held up in a pausing motion.
"Not here, little pup; we'll talk in my office." And without further words, he turned and walked, his steps confident and breath even. It was like he was something that stood on top of the world, untouchable by most and ever powerful compared to the rest.
"Wow, you get an office? I thought those were privileges only given to teachers and certain staff," I wondered aloud.
The only answer I got was a hum of agreement.
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Nezu/Nezu
'Privileges of being the principal are indeed plentiful,' I thought, amusement painting my mind as I dragged one of the most interesting humans I've ever met off to a private interview.
'It's like Aizawa all over again, but maybe this time I can get this one to see my way of things.'
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Shinsio Hitoshi/?
If there was anything I could use to describe myself right now, it would be terrified.
'I knew this wasn't going to be a walk in the park, but do people really have to talk so much?' I questioned, my purple hair cascading down over my eyes as my head rested in my arms.
You'd think trying to keep to yourself would be easy, a stroll through an otherwise empty park, and usually, it is. There wasn't anyone in the desolate area to be wary of, nor in the distance; you were just alone, calm, secluded.
The same couldn't be said for the classroom of 1-A, as my violet orbs peeked out from underneath my gravity-defying hair, eyeing the nineteen or so other students frolicking around the room, laughing and talking about otherwise time-killer topics.
Now, that wasn't really wrong, all things considered; talking and cracking jokes between each other helped build connections, friends, and future allies, or so my mentor said, but I couldn't see it.
Maybe that's just my anti-social gear kicking on, or maybe my logic seemed sound to me. Either way, I didn't want to participate, and I thought maybe my half-hidden glare could convey that, but what is life if not a big "fuck you" written in bold because for some reason or another, this idiotically cute blonde won't shut up.
My thoughts were interrupted when the devil spoke.
"And dude, you gotta check out this sick game that just came out! It's like a cross between an FPS and a roguelike. It even has a port for mobile! I just can't stop playing, it's that good."
Looking up at the lightning-struck blonde, I tried to glare harder, tried to convey that I was wholly out of my depth, and that I was drowning in socialisim, but alas, my woes went unheard, and I was left to my own suffocation.
He laughed, seemingly unbothered by my molten stare, if only leaning a bit closer toward me.
"Dude, your eyes are sick!" He said as if his own Golden gaze wasn't just as pretty.
I blushed hard at the thought before burying my head back into my arms, unable to meet the boy's gaze without revealing the crimson blush painting my cheeks. However, just like before, there was no deterring this: no escape.
"But seriously, dude, check out the game; it's a blast, I promise."
I could just hear the smile on his face when he said that, and to picture that in my mind only made the blush worse; it was a self-inflicted curse that I couldn't time out.
But that was when my savior came in all of its loud glory, as the sound of wood sliding with a hard grind roiled through the class, sending it into the calm quiet I had wished for from the beginning.
Everyone's gaze, including my now peaking orbs, locked to the front of the classroom, where the door had been opened with vigor and wrath, and in its place stood a man, wearing nearly all black as he strode in with purpose, his calm and almost emotionless face glaring at the air before him as he seemingly dared it to move.
His walk was smooth, practiced, and a straight, disciplined motion that made him look like more of a drill sergeant than a man here to teach.
My eyes widened in surprise and elation as my mind clicked into place.
'Eraser head, the Eraser Hero: my idol.'
This man was what had inspired me into heroics; he was the entire reason why I wanted to help, just like he had helped me oh so long ago.
My mind was dragged back as he spoke, his words cut and clean with a lethal precision.
"Get to your seats."
And that was it, that was all he said, yet it seemed like the very universe obeyed his command in order.
People did not run; they did not grow frantic; they listened, and they went. Those who were standing sat, while those who already had a seat sat up straighter, as if his words took control and corrected them
And I could feel it too, because my once slouched body was now sitting with a posture that I never would have thought possible for me.
My violet eyes glowed in reverence, as my focus snapped razor thin; I was no longer myself, merely a spectator waiting for the performer to sing.
His Obsidian eyes grew harsh with barely passible acceptance before he spoke again, his tone unreleanting.
"Let's get one thing straight before your extended stay here is solidified: I am not your friend, I am not your therapist, and I am not your guardian," Some students lost breath, "I am here to make sure you learn that death is the easiest way out, and that the life your trying to step into is a hell made real on this earth."
He sighed, his harsh glare lessening. "Here and now, you'll make a choice, leave and find something else to do with your life," he paused, "or stay, and realize the hell you put yourself in."