I yawn and stretch, greeting the day with a mix of anticipation and pride. Today marks the beginning of Izuku's journey at U.A. High. It's exhilarating to witness him heading off, having conquered that cursed exam and clinching his dreams so deftly. Eager to join him on this momentous occasion, I rise bright and early, en route to his school. Right now, in the calm of the morning, I'm tidying my hair, freshly awakened and prepping for the day ahead.

The knock on my door is the prelude to a smile that easily finds its way to my lips. With a casual flick of my wrist, the door swings open, revealing Izuku in his U.A. uniform, the epitome of sweet earnestness. It's as if the uniform was crafted just for him, complementing his every nuance.

"Oh—" he stammers, a tide of crimson rushing to his cheeks upon seeing me. I stand there, a casual lean against the mirror in my temporary sanctuary. My long, lean form is neatly garbed in a crisp white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to the forearm in a semblance of carefree elegance, accented with a dark striped tie.

My dark hair is artfully styled, a few intentional strands grace the forehead, instilling an air of laidback sophistication. There along my neck lies the singular blue flame—the indelible mark of my mate—wrapping my skin in a dance of intimacy and claim. And there, on the exposed forearms, a scar stands out, a stark testament to a ferocious bite mark—a silent testament to a wild past interlaced with devotion.

The Outfit: 

"There you are, I knew the uniform would fit you perfectly," I say, my smile both affectionate and affirming.

"Y-yes, thank you," Izuku stammers, a bashful shiver in his voice before I stride over to him. Placing a tender kiss on his forehead, my long fingers gently cup his chin, "You look wonderful, darling. Don't be so shy; let's get going before we're late for your very first day."

He nods in agreement, his earnestness shining through. I let him lead the way as we make our descent. We find Inko waiting at the bottom of the stairs, her presence radiating maternal care that almost makes my heart ache with its tenderness.

"You both look splendid," she beams, grasping both mine and Izuku's hand in hers, "be careful out there, okay? And make sure to come back safe." I nod, my smile unwavering, as I squeeze her hand in reassurance, "I'll look after him, I promise."

Her smile grows, emotions welling as she pulls us into an embrace, tears glistening at the brim of her eyes before she steps back to envelop Izuku in a hug. I turn, affording them a moment of privacy. I overhear her tender words to him, expressing how she had fixed his uniform herself, perhaps not as perfectly as U.A.'s offerings, but imbued with her loving touch.

As I stand there, a silent observer, the boundless love of a mother leaves me in a state of warm admiration; such profound affection never ceases to amaze me.

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We walk side by side, Izuku's hand clasping mine. His cheeks are tinged with blush, but he holds on all the same.

We make our way beneath the cherry blossoms, their fragile petals falling in our path, crushed gently under our steps. There's a swelling joy within me — the kind I should feel, despite knowing my role is to follow, to shadow Izuku as a guardian ought to.

But wouldn't that give Bakugo another reason to resent him? I muse with a sigh. Well, no matter. Bakugo can't harm Izuku, not while I'm around.

Approaching the gates of U.A., I can't help but be impressed by their grandeur. I tilt my head back just to see the top of the gleaming school.

"Well, here we are," I say, as Izuku stops short, his body tensing. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" he asks.

I chuff softly. "No, no. I'll be with you every step of the way, Izuku. But I won't be interfering with your class too much. Just consider me a... stealthy presence at the back of the classroom," I reassure him.

He blinks, then his face brightens with a brilliant smile. "Thanks!"

Returning the smile, I give him a gentle nudge. "Go on, I'm right behind you."

He strides ahead, his footsteps heading towards stardom, and I follow.

We navigate the corridors together, my large form drawing whispers, some about him, some about me, but I shrug them off as we reach the lofty door to class 1-A.

I hesitate but exhale deeply, setting aside my reservations — well, the humans need to familiarize themselves with their more... singular peers, don't they?

Izuku timidly pushes the door open. It creaks, announcing our entry to a classroom where Bakugo and a boy with blue hair and glasses are in the midst of a heated debate.

So much for avoiding that jerk, I think, clenching my teeth, but I keep silent as Izuku just stands there, frozen.

Soon enough, the bespectacled boy brightens. "Ah, it's you," he says, stepping aside, "I apologize for my disposition during the exam. I am Tenya Iida, it's a pleasure to meet you again," he says, bowing respectfully. Izuku shifts awkwardly, and I give him a subtle push at the hips, signaling him to engage. Leaning down, I whisper in his ear, "Say something."

He begins tentatively, as encouraged. "H-hi there, Iida. It's nice to see you, too. I'm Izuku Midoriya," he says, scratching his neck nervously, "and this is my friend, Azur."

I step forward as he introduces me, meeting Iida's bright blue eyes. The boy smiles and extends his hand. "Hello there, Azur. Nice to meet you." We shake hands firmly.

"The pleasure's mine, four-eyes," I reply with an amiable grin, which earns a blush from Iida, though his scholarly demeanor doesn't falter.

"May I inquire why you're not in our school's uniform? Are you supposed to be here?" he asks, curiosity piqued.

I shrug nonchalantly. "The teachers don't mind if I'm here to look out for my Izuku," I say matter-of-factly. He nods, accepting, though the furrow of intrigue remains on his brow. He gestures towards the nearly empty classroom. "Just come in; I'm sure the others will be here soon."

I smile and nod towards Izuku, pointing to a seat. "Go ahead and take a seat, dear."

Our entrance captures Bakugo's attention. Izuku advances, and red eyes meet blue. I arch an eyebrow at him. He snorts dismissively and looks away. I can't help but smile. Checkmate.

But soon, another voice perks my ears. "Oh, it's the falling boy!" I turn to see a young girl with short-cut brown hair and rosy cheeks, bouncing excitedly.

I glance at Izuku, who's standing there, hiding his bashfully red face that peaks out in bursts, and I can't help but snort amusingly. "Do you know this bouncy little darling?" I ask, which snags the girl's attention. She whips around towards me, startled. "S-sorry there, sir, I didn't see you!"

I shake my head with a faint smile. "No need to apologize, sweetheart," I say.

"What's your name?" she asks, her large doe eyes lifting to meet mine. With a warm smile, I respond while patting her head gently, "I'm Azur, Izuku's... bodyguard."

She tilts her head, my hand sliding off her silky hair. "Bodyguard? I didn't know Midoriya needed one," she comments, and then smiles, introducing herself, "Well then, I'm Ochaco Uraraka. It's nice to meet you, Azur."

Then, a gruff voice cuts through the chatter, "Will you all just shut up? It shouldn't take eight seconds for you all to be silent." I turn, my eyebrow raised, to find a man sprawled on a yellow sleeping bag—something they're called, I believe—on the floor. He just stares up at us, unbothered.

Beside me, Ochaco and Izuku both cry out in surprise, "EHH?!" I wince at their volume before tilting my head, observing the stranger. His dark eyes snap to mine, curiosity lining his forehead in furrows.

"Hmm," I hum, and with a playful tap to his cheek, I add, "You alright here, sir? You shouldn't lie on the ground; it's bad for your back." I say this, then stand back to give him space.

The man blinks, those intense dark eyes still locked with mine. He exhales heavily, sits up, and drags the sleeping bag's zipper aside, revealing a frame that's neither thin nor overly muscular—just a lean, quick build.

"Whatever. Just go to your seats, everyone. I'm Shota Aizawa, and I'll be your homeroom teacher from now on," he says. Moving aside, I watch Izuku head to his seat while I take my place at the back of the classroom. As all the classmates filter in, Aizawa continues to talk, and my gaze follows him thoughtfully. With a quiet sigh, I watch the session unfold until it's time for the students to leave, handed their P.E. uniforms.

In the doorway, Aizawa pauses as the students file out, his gaze eventually drifting back to me. "You coming with us?" he inquires. I nod, a bit of a strained gesture, and run a hand through my dark locks before stepping past him, feeling the intensity of his eyes on my back.

Well, this is going to be interesting, I muse internally, bracing for whatever comes next in this unorthodox academic environment.