~Third Person P.O.V~ (I have lost the ability to make good chapter names wtf T^T)

*Edited*

'Shit, shit, shit, shit!'

Izuku hurriedly pulled the last sneaker onto his foot, nearly dropping the piece of toast he shoved in his mouth prior to.  It was Monday, the worst day in the week if you ask him- and it just so happened to be his first day of school...which he would be late for if he didn't haul ass.

Nearly cascading down the stack of stairs he makes it the front door, where Inko stood tapping her foot.

"Only the first day and I already have to be on your behind about timing." She joked, ruffling his disarrayed locks.

"In my defense mom, as soon as my alarm went off my bed became as soft as a damn cloud!" Izuku shot back, a dreamy smile on his face at the thought of sleep- something he knew he would be getting a lot less of.

"First of all, language. And second...that's actually pretty accurate." Inko said, a thoughtful look filling her feature while she hopped in the car. "I never did get a chance to ask- but how did you and the boys get along?" She turned to him, starting the engine up, it's soft purr soon sparking.

Izuku stiffened. What could he say? They didn't get along with one another, somewhat, but they also did get along. If anything it was a semi-normal conversation with the two boys.

"Erm- we, we were cordial with one another. I still don't know them all to well so..." His voice dwindling off at the end, getting stuck in his own thoughts again.

"I see, well you know you three used to be friends when you were younger." She pointed out, Izuku had completely forgot about that.

A few glimpses of laughing and playing with the two boys flashed in his mind, but gone just as quick as they came.

"Heh- you used to annoy poor Katsuki, always calling him 'Kacchan' and such. Shoto however, he was very fond of you, you two got along more." Inko commented, trying to see if her son could remember it.   

Which he did...sort of.

The two stayed silent, which seemed to be normal for them now- a little bit of conversation, which just ends in them going quiet. When they pulled up to the front of the school Izuku nearly choked on his spit, it was huge- to say the least- the kind of place he would have a hard time maneuvering around.

"Well, I spoke with your principal before you woke up, you have to go straight to his office- he'll tell you what to do from there." Inko explained, giving him a soft pat on the back.

'Yeah, because how the fuck am I going to find the principal's office in this huge ass school mom?' Izuku thought bitterly, reluctantly getting out the car.

Taking in deep breaths he walks to the front entrance, where it was quiet for the most part, just a few buzzes of chatter scattered all around. People bumped into him, most likely on purpose, making him contemplate homicide more than once.

But haven't we all?

Eventually, after fifteen minutes of trying not to kill a bitch, he found the principal's office. The principal was a relatively short man, standing just a head below Izuku. His hair short and tamed, a scar adorning the right side of his face.

"Um- hello? I'm Izuku Midoriya, yo-you're new student." Izuku said, grabbing the mans attention.

"Oh, yes! Here is your schedule, and a map of the school- also a note to give to your homeroom teacher!" He chirped, scaring Izuku with how chipper he seemed.

"Thanks, Principal..." 

"Nezu. I'm Principal Nezu." He said, shooing Izuku off.

'Frickin' creepy.' Izuku shuddered, walking out to hunt for his homeroom class. Finally, he found it, the names for grades at this school were different from the school he had gone to in America- they had Freshman, Sophomore, Junior, and Senior. But here, the AP classes are, Class 1-A, 2-A, and 3-A, regular classes are, 1-B, 2-B, and 3-B.

Izuku is placed in class 1-A, him being a freaking genius and all. The class was somewhat large, nothing compared to his homeroom class in America. 

"Ah- this is the new student I was telling you all about, Izuku Midoriya, try to be nice to him...and crap." His teacher, Aizawa, said. They didn't pay the poor guy enough for him to actually care if they were nice to the boy. "You'll be sitting behind Bakugo."

The one thing he didn't like about the school, and probably the only thing, was the uniforms.

Tight.

Itchy.

Stuck in your crotch.

Uniforms.

It was an uncomfortable walk to his seat, him trying his best not to scratch his leg repeatedly. Katsuki retained eye-contact with the boy, while he sported a smirk, a quite annoying one at that...to Izuku at least.

"It itches...doesn't it?" Katsuki murmured, a twinge of amusement in his ruby eyes.

"No, it feels like soft cotton on a cool summer day- of course it freaking itches!" Izuku snapped, his eyebrow twitching in irritation.

"When you get home wash it a few times, it'll stop the itching and shit." Katsuki advised, twirling his pen between his index finger and middle one.

Izuku looked slightly taken aback, "Um- thanks, I guess." he mumbled the last part under his breath.

Homeroom seemed to drag on, as well as the first couple of classes on his schedule. His English teacher, Mr. Yamada, was extremely loud- something he would have to get used to. Ms. Kayama, his art history teacher,  well lets just say she had an odd way of dressing, very revealing clothing if you ask him.

Eventually, much to the freckled teens' satisfaction, lunch time rolled around- his stomach seeming to get louder at the thought of food.

The cafeteria was huge, which was to be expected given the rest of the school's size. Unfortunately, this also meant the line for getting food was longer than he'd hoped- wandering all the way to the hallway.

"Hey, you're Midoriya right?" A light and bubbly voice sprang from behind him.

"Huh- oh, yeah! Uraraka right?" He asked, already extending his arm to shake her hand.

"Yeah!" She beamed, gladly taking her hand into his, awkwardly shaking it a bit too long. "Sorry, heh, I was just wondering- since you're new and all...did you maybe want to sit with me and my friends?" Uraraka raised, cringing slightly at the end.

Let's just say she isn't great with talking to new people without embarrassing herself.

"Sure!" He replied, awkwardly smacking his lips, not knowing what else to say.

After some time of waiting, they received their food, walking to the table in silence- both of them too embarrassed to say something. Her friends however were more than happy to talk to the green-haired boy, striking a conversation out of him fairly quickly.

"Okay, okay, all jokes aside Midoriya, we need to discuss some things with you." Asui said, taking a bite of her food.

Izuku raised an eyebrow, ushering for them to continue.

"You see that group over there?" Jiro pointed, "They're bad news, if you're gonna be our friend that table and everyone in it is off limits."

"Meaning...what exactly?" Izuku asked, giving them a perplexed expression.

"You can't associate with them in any way, unless you are required to by a teacher or any other adult." Lida said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Finally, Izuku turned to the table they were talking about. He seen Katsuki, Shoto, a red-haired boy, another blond with a black streak in his hair, a black-haired boy, and-

"Himiko, Mina?"

Hey guys!!

I actually liked this chapter so yay!

Next chapter we will get a tiny bit more background on the program he was in.

Until we meet again!!!❤💚💛