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Izuku fixed his scarf once more before entering the 1-A classroom. The boy with blue hair and spectacles from the entrance exam and Bakugou were the only people he recognised, everyone turned to look at him and Izuku shrank back as the boy came towards him.

“Hello, I’m Tenya Iida from Soumei-“ he stuck out his hand and Izuku flinched backwards tucking his gloved hands deep into his pockets. Iida looked surprised for a moment.

“H-h-I, I-i-i-m Izuku M-midoriya. S-s-super nice t-t-to meet you,” he avoided looking the boy in the eye and made sure his quirk was definitely not active.

“Midoriya…I must hand it to you. You divined the actual nature of the practical skills exam didn’t you?” Izuku stammered and tried to make himself look smaller, everyone was staring at them now and it was making him nervous. Bakugou was glaring at him as well which made his stomach clench.

“Ah! I’d recognise that messy hair. You’re falling boy!” Izuku squeaked and leapt away from the person behind him. Turning he saw the brunette girl who got trapped beneath the rubble during the exam.

She grinned and pumped her arm up and down. “You made it, just like Present Mic said!”

“O-o-o-o-oh t-th-th-that! I-II-I s-ssh-should p-p-p-probably t-thank you,” Damn this stupid stutter! No-one wanted to be friends with a kid who stuttered all the time. “My A-a-acceptance p-p-pp-ackage came with a-a-a-a vi-vi-video of you t-t-t-talking to Present M-m-m-mic, y-y-y-you didn’t h-h-h-ha-have to d-d-d-o t-t-t-hat,” She grinned and shook her head.

“Yes, I did. But never mind that! I wonder what we’ll be doing today besides orientation. And what teacher will we have?”

“If you’re gonna be hunting for friends who should head home now,” a males voice came from behind the brunette, turning both her and Izuku squeaked at the strange caterpillar laying on the floor.

“This is the Hero course,” it was sucking from a juice pouch and looked very tired. It was even more pronounced when they stood up and shed the yellow sleeping bag like a second skin. Stepping out was a dark-haired male with a five o’clock shadow and baggy, dark eyes. With a grey scarf wrapped around his neck and dressed in a black jumpsuit.

‘Eraser Head’ Izuku thought to himself. One of Izuku’s favourite underground heroes. Because of Izuku’s Quirk big fights were not really advantageous to him, as such he focused his ‘training’ and research of heroes on ones that fit alongside his own strengths. Eraser Head being number one on his list, because there was very few known facts about the guy, mostly rumours.

“I’m your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta, pleasure meeting you,” he pulled out a gym uniform from the sleeping bag and presented it to the class.

“Change into these immediately and then meet me at the training grounds,”

Izuku once again stuck to himself whilst he changed, keeping his skin well away from the other boys and keeping his quirk tightly locked. They trudged outside, waiting in front of Aizawa.

“A Quirk Apprehension test?”

The brunette from earlier spoke up in confusion. “But what about orientation? We’re gonna miss it,”

“If you want to be heroes, we don’t have time for frilly niceties. You all know that U.A. has a different way of doing things, that includes us, teachers. As such what I teach you is up to my own discretion. You’ve all done physical tests before, but barred from using your quirks,” their sensei threw a softball at Bakugou, who caught it with a glare.

“Bakugou, how far could you throw a softball in middle school?”

“67 meters, or thereabouts,”

“This time try using your quirk. Don’t leave the circle but anything else is fine,” the blond smirked and threw the ball with a shout of:

“DIE!” Izuku flinched badly at the sound of Bakugous explosion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by some of his classmates and teacher. The ball sped off into the distance before falling and rolling across the ground in a smoky haze.

Aizawa looked at a device in his hand before holding it up.

“Before anything else, one must know what they’re capable of. This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your ‘Hero Foundation’,” The screen read 705.2 meters. Izuku gulped, his quirk wasn’t suited to physical tests, he’d barely scraped through the entrance exam to get onto the hero course. Hopefully, there wasn’t any type of punishment for low scores or something.

His pink-haired peer jumped up in excitement. “This is going to be so much fun!”

Aizawa smirked, “It looks fun huh? So you thought you’d be spending three years having a good time? Alright, in that case. The person who comes in last will be judged hopeless, and expelled,” Izuku couldn’t help the glare he sent the pink-haired girl, there was no way he wasn’t going to end up in the lower ranks.

He wasn’t wrong. Every test he barely managed to beat the invisible girl and boy with purple balls on his head. Only the months of training he did had him make any significant progress during the meter dash, long jump, and tire dash.

When the ball pitch came up he raked his brain on what to do. This was the last test and he needed to get a good score.

“Midoriya, I’d suggest you use your quirk this time otherwise you should just leave now,” Aizawa said, documenting the boys flinched. He had no choice. Removing his glove he looked around his fellow students and approached Sato. The boy was very strong when he had his sugar rush and would be perfect to do the test.

“Um, Sato?” the boy looked down at Izuku.

“Yeah Midoriya? Sup?”

“W-w-w-would you mind m-m-m-me using my q-q-q-quirk on you? S-s-s-so y-y-y-ou c-a-a-an do m-m-m-my t-t-t-est?” Obviously, the boy hadn’t really understood the question through Izuku’s stutter but agreed nonetheless.

Izuku removed his right glove and touched Sato outstretched hand and activated his quirk. Immediately Satos’ eyes glazed over and locked on Izuku, you could almost see his pupils turn into heart shapes while his irises turned the same green as Izuku’s eyes.

“What can I do for you Izuku-sama?” The class all gasped but Izuku blocked them out. Right now he had to be clear-headed or he’d lose his control over the boy.

“Follow me to the test circle,” whenever he used his quirk his stutter disappeared as well.

“What are you doing Midoriya?” Iida called out. “We can’t use others to do our tests,”

“Actually, Aizawa-sensei said anything goes for this test as long as we don’t leave the circle. Right?” He aimed that question at the sleepy male who grinned manically at the boy.

“Don’t leave the circle,”

Izuku stood with Sato and had him take his sugar cube and then throw his ball. 698.6 meters. A good score finally. Izuku pressed a hand to Satos’ palm and deactivated his quirk.

“T-t-t-hank you S-s-s-s-ato,” The boy looked confused for a moment before smiling at Izuku.

“No problem Midoriya!”

And with that, the test finished. And Bakugou launched himself at Izuku with a roar and fist raised.

“DEKU YOU BASTARD! TELL ME WHERE YOU GOT THAT QUIRK!” Izuku fell back and covered his face from the attack but nothing happened. Looking up in fear he saw Bakugou restrained by Aizawa’s scarf.

“What the hell? Why is your damn scarf so strong,” Bakugou strained against the material but it didn’t give. Aizawa’s hair was standing on its ends, and his eyes were red.

“It’s my special ‘capturing weapon’. A steel wire alloy woven with carbon nanofibers! Don’t make me use my quirk so much, it gives me serious dry eye,”

“Eraser Head,” Izuku muttered. The man released Bakugou and put up the rest of the results. Izuku made it to 18th ahead of the invisible girl; Hagakure and the boy with balls on his head; Mineta. Then the day was over and Izuku was walking out of campus.

“Midoriya!” Iida called out surprising the other boy. “Might I walk with you, I assume you’re heading towards the train station,” Izuku nodded, but before they could leave the brunette girl from earlier ran up to them.

“Hey, you two! Are you headed to the station, wait for me!”

“You’re that ‘infinity girl’,” Iida said.

“I’m Ochako Uraraka, let me see now,” she pointed at Iida, “You’re Tenya Iida and Midoriya Deku!” Izuku flinched at the insult.

“U-u-u-uum no, t-t-t-hat’s w-w-what B-b-b-akugou calls m-m-m-me to pick o-o-on me. It’s a-a-a-a-ctually I-i-i-izuku,” his voice was really quiet so the pair had to strain to hear him through his stutter.

“Oh! Sorry about that, okay Izuku Midoriya, Zu-kun! And Ten-kun,” the nickname had both boys turning red but Izuku was speechless. The only nickname he’d ever had was ‘Deku’ and to have someone call him by something kind was surreal.

It felt like things might be looking up for him.

Chapter Text

Izuku’s apartment was silent when he arrived home. His mother had obviously picked up a longer shift at the hospital. Still reeling from his first day at U.A. Izuku made himself a simple dinner before running a quick bath and falling into bed. He hadn’t thought he’d be left so tired after his first day but he couldn’t fight the exhaustion from pulling him under.

He didn’t remember what he dreamed about that night.

Inko had either not returned home the night before or gone straight back to work early as she wasn’t in the apartment when Izuku awoke the next morning. It was getting rarer and rarer to see his mother these days. It was like he was living with a ghost.

It had been this way for a long time. Ever since Izuku had developed his quirk and how it worked his mother became more and more distant. It started with less physical touches, before she would always hug him, give him a kiss, ruffle his hair but now? Now he was lucky to get so much as a handshake from the woman who birthed him.

Making himself a quick breakfast of rolled omlette and greens Izuku contemplated his day. According to the class schedule Mr Aizawa told them to pick up, it would be combat training today with their new costumes. He’d thought rather hard about his costume. While he was reserved in using his quirk and exposing his bare skin Izuku knew that his quirk needed his skin to be exposed to work, therefore he decided on a compromise.

After a quick shower and wash of his dishes Izuku locked up the house and made his way to the train station that would take him to U.A. Arriving at the school he was greeted by Ochako and Iida, who smile brightly at him making the green haired boy flush at the positive attention. He’d gone so long without any form of affection that a simple smile and well meant ‘good morning’ had him all a flutter.

“M-morning, h-how a-are y-y-you b-both?” Ochako launched herself forward and hugged the green haired boy tightly.

“Oh you are just so cute!!” she squealed while Izuku spluttered and turned even redder at the contact while trying to make sure she didn’t touch his skin and that his quirk was locked down really tight. Iida saved the boy, removing the bubbly girl from around his neck and ushering them both into the building.

“It’s combat training today, which means costumes!!! What do you think we’ll be doing?” Ochako gushed, arms wrapped around Izuku left arm and Iida’s right arm.

“Well, this is U.A. and a school as highly credited as this one must use some of the best techniques and teachers to guide their students. There’s a very good chance we might be doing simulated fights, or roleplay battles,” Iida replied, voice strict and enthusiastic.

“I-I just h-hope we d-d-don’t have t-to f-fight each o-o-ther,” Izuku mumbled, Ochako squealed under her breath and only Iida’s tight hold on her stopped the girl from glomping the shy boy again.

“I’m sure the teachers won’t expect us to fight each other too dangerously,”

Of course none of them knew that was exactly what the teachers would have them doing.


Ochako’s POV.

When Ochako really paid attention she noticed that the green haired boy in her class wasn’t just a shy boy. He was petrified.

Something about the way he always made sure his arms were covered, or the way he didn’t make physical contact with other people, and how badly he’d flinched whenever Bakugou would flare his temper tugged at her heartstrings.

He’d immediately pulled his gloves back on after the ball throw and kept his hands tucked into his arms for the remainder of the lesson. She saw what must have been a very lonely childhood for Izuku. From an outsiders perspective someone who could control other people with just a touch would be someone to avoid, so-called ‘Brainwashers’ often were, but seeing how closed off he was strengthened a resolve in her that Ochako couldn’t explain.

Only that she wanted to hold that boy and bring back what she knew, was a bright, happy and wonderful little boy.


Iida’s Pov

Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Ururaka weren’t the type of friends Iida was expecting to make when he entered U.A. With his background and upbringing he thought he’d be more inclined to befriend Yaoyorozu than these two. However, he saw them both at the entrance exam, saw how they helped each other without a single thought to the actual test, and he felt inadequate.

He’d tried to convince himself that in any other situation he’d have done the same thing but would he really? If the essence of being a hero was to put others needs above your own then why didn’t he think of saving them during the exam? Why did he run away and attempt to better his own score and then lament over the issue after the fact?

And again during the quirk tests the pair had pushed themselves to achieve the best, despite their quirks being limited. It only drove home how sheltered Iida was from the world that he never considered that some people had quirks that would cause them to be ostracised. Like a ‘Brainwashing’ quirk.

With that in mind Iida had immediately found Izuku Midoriya with the intent of becoming, if not friends, then at least kind acquaintances. A boy as obviously lonely as Midoriya was needed people around them who would pull them out of their own loneliness. The fact that Ururaka had the same idea as him only cemented the Iida was doing the right thing by the other boy. The gravity girl didn’t seem like someone who wouldn’t give her everything in trying to make friends with someone.


Normal POV.

With those thoughts in mind, Tenya Iida and Ochako Ururaka shared a look. A look that meant they would do everything in their power to help Izuku Midoriya come out of his shell and begin to see his quirk and himself as something special.


Finding out that All Might was one of their teachers caused quite the stir among the students. All of them excited to be taught by someone as heroic and famous as the Number One Hero and Symbol of Peace. Izuku included.

When he was younger, like every other kid in the world, Izuku had idolised All Might. A hero who saved people with a smile on his face and a righteous one-liner on his lips. He made people feel safe and secure in their decisions not to be heroes, or ambitious and determined to become heroes.

Izuku had so badly wanted to be a hero like All Might one day. However, when his quirk came in and Izuku lost everything he threw that dream away.

With a quirk like his, the only way people would see him, was as a villain. People who controlled other peoples actions and minds by making them fall in love with them were villains. Everyone said so.

Still, Izuku couldn’t fully shake the dream of becoming a hero. He searched for heroes with quirks like his and, though he didn’t find many, he did find ones who played on a villains nature one way or another. For example, Miss Joke. She could force others around her to burst into laughter so intense that it dulls their motor skills and cognitive abilities. While it wasn’t mind control, she did take control of another person. And she was celebrated as a hero.

With his determination renewed, Izuku once again began his plans to become a hero.

“Foundational hero studies! For this class, we’ll be building up your hero foundation through various trials!” All Mights voice rang out. He put his hand behind his back and pulled out a large card with the word ‘Battle’ written in big letters on it.

“Combat Training!” Several voices called out, some in excitement, some in trepidation and Izuku was certain he heard bloodlust in Bakugou’s. All Might took out a control and pointed it at the far wall that had lockers with the number 1-20 written on them.

“And to go with your first battle, we’ve prepared the gear we had you send in requests for to match your quirks!” The wall moved out and showed boxes on the shelves. “Get changed and we’ll be ready to go! Everyone gather at Ground Beta! The garb you bring into the battle-field is vitally important, boys and girls!”