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Izuku rubbed his arms as a certain breeze brushed past his body, causing him to shake like a leaf. 'Stupid weather...' He trudged past the front gates of the school of U.A. and sighed. "I actually made it, and into the hero coarse no less... it was basically a miracle." He smiled slightly before walking in the building.

Because of his quirk he did get a few odd looks. He ignored them, however, and kept his train of thought on getting to the classroom. On the way he saw a few faces he noticed from the entrance exams, and one he couldn't forget. "Kacchan, hey!"

The blond looked back, and when he saw who the voice was from, smiled. "Hey Zuku, you got in, huh? Now we both got a chance at being number 1!" The shorter grinned and nodded his head. Katsuki threw his arm over Izuku's shoulder protectively once he saw all the looks the latter got from others walking. "What the fuck are you looking at?!"

Izuku sweat-dropped. "You really don't have to do that Kacchan-"

The blond shook his head. "If any extra looks at you odd, and I'm not around, fucking tell me and I'll beat the shit out of them, ya hear Zuku?" Izuku inwardly sighed. "Sure thing, Kacchan. Now, don't get me distracted, I'm trying to get to class before-"

RIIIIIIIIIIING

"...the bell rings." Izuku pulled the older's arm off from around his shoulders and pulled it. "We gotta run now before we get any more late!" The blond chuckled. "I don't see why you're rushing this so mu- Ow hey watch it Zuku!"

"Because, Kacchan, it's our first flippin day of High School!" He huffed and kept running, turning this way and that to get to the classroom. It only took them another minute or two (Thanks to Izuku's photogenic memory; he looked at the map on the way in) until they arrived at the door to Class 1A.

"Why is to door so fucking big?" The angry blond murmured before Izuku pushed the door open. "Sorry we're late- GAH!" Izuku was cut off by something, or someone, crashing into him. Since Bakugou was right behind him, he was able to catch the shorter by his arms, Izuku unintentionally hugging the object that hurtled into him.

Katsuki growled, hoisting Midoriya, and the other thing, up. "You good, nerd?" The 'nerd' silently nodded and helped right the person in his own arms.

"Are you okay?" Izuku urgently asked. The other person nodded slightly. "I'm really sorry I bumped into you-" Midoriya smiled. "It's no problem, really."

While Izuku got the chance he looked over the boy in front of him. He was taller than Izuku by a landslide. Izuku marveled at how he was able to catch him. He had wild purple hair and matching lilac eyes. noticeable eye-bags graced his under-eyes along with a light dusting of freckles. He wore the classic UA uniform with regular black shoes.

By what Izuku could tell, he didn't have a mutant type quirk, unlike himself, and Izuku noted the eyebags as a possibly eye related quirk, or just insomnia. Before Izuku could get more in depth, he felt a light tap on his shoulder, his friend leaning to whisper something in his ear.

"Stop checking him out and introduce yourself." Izuku slapped Katsuki's arm and sent a playful glare. He then looked back to the teen in front of him, holding out his hand. "Izuku Midoriya." The other grabbed his. "Hitoshi Shinso." They both smiled slightly before someone cleared their throat in a separate part of the room.

"Not that this is great and all, but do any of you know where the teacher is?" Izuku jumped at the new voice. He turned his head to see a student with a bird head. "Ah, no, sorry. Me and the angry blond here ran all the way so even if we saw them I wouldn't remember." The comment he made about Katsuki earned him a slap on the back of the head.

Everyone jumped out of their skins when a new voice with no visible form spoke up. "Great, more problem children..." All 20 students turned to see a very tired looking caterpillar in the doorway. Izuku and Shinso chuckled lightly at the sight. The latter redirected his gaze to the rest of Class 1-A. "This is the teacher, I believe."

The caterpillar, who was now revealed as a tall black haired man, walked up to the teacher's podium at the front of the classroom. "Yes, I am your teacher. My name is Shouta Aizawa, but you will call me Mr. Aizawa. Now, I'm going to put somethings out up front as ground rules for my class and all of you. One, I do not tolerate quirk discrimination, if one of you receive it from someone on this class, or out, or witnesses it happen to a fellow student, report it to a teacher immediately." Everyone in the class nodded.

"Next, I will not tolerate judgement of sexuality or preference of pronouns, same rules as quirk discrimination." Everyone nodded once again. "And finally, by being in this class, you have unofficially been adopted as my Problem Children." He grumbled something about a 'Present' before continuing.

"I understand that there is an assembly, but we're not going to that. Your number was given to you when you received the acceptance letter, that will be your locker and desk number. Once you have grabbed your gym uniform from the lockers, head to the locker rooms near the field and change. I expect you all to be done changing in 10 minutes. Go."

~(=>=)~

As the boys all changed in the respective changing room, they made small talk, not including a few. As they chatted, Izuku struggled with his training outfit. Thankfully, it had been crafted to fit his wings, but still, putting it on was a hassle.

Bakugo noticed this and walked over after he had finished changing. "Hey Zuku, need a hand?" He asked in an unusually calm/quiet tone. Said greenette slightly nodded before turning around showing him the latch.

The back of the shirt was open, having clasps at the back of the neck and the bottom of the shirt, making it so it still comes together as one piece of clothing. (pictures at bottom of chapter)

Bakugo held a calm expression as he fastened the clasps almost like second nature, which it kind of was. A few of the boys saw this but didn't question it, well not for now.

Thankfully, everyone was finished changing by the time Aizawa had set and were all sitting in a circle. The teacher had told them all to meet each other and stuff. Hitoshi found himself sat beside Izuku, the latter having the explosive blond on his other side. Currently, different students were introducing themselves.

"Hi, my name's Mina Ashido! My quirk's acid, which means I can, like, make pretty potent acid out of different parts of my body." A few other people went, going around the circle before getting to Hitoshi.

"Uh, hello, my name's Hitoshi Shinso, and my quirk..." He took a deep breath. "My quirk is Brainwash. When I ask someone a question and they give any response, I have the ability to take control of them until I see fit to let them out of my grasp... uh, so yeah..." Mostly everyone was silent and a few smiled. (WE DON'T DISCRIMINATE)

Next was Izuku. "Hi my name's Izuku Midoriya. as you can tell, my quirk is physical and it is called Discord! I was never properly trained seeing as it isn't linked to either of my parents or any older relatives I have." He decided to leave out a few details. Midoriya received a knowing look from Katsuki before he went.

"Alright you fucking extras. I'm Katsuki Bakugou, and I'm going to be Number one along with shorty here! If any of you pick on Zu- Izuku here, I'll find you and kill you on the spot. ya got tha-" Izuku hit the back of his head. "Ow!! Zuku, what the fuck?!"

"Stop being so overprotective, and be more nice to them Kacchan. Oh, and that was payback for earlier." Izuku grinned slightly, one or two others in the circle laughing at the two's exchange. Denki spoke up, slightly confused.

"Um, sorry for asking, but, are you guys dating or something?" Izuku looked to Katsuki, both having equally confused looks on their faces, before looking back to Denki.

Midoriya decided to talk for the both of them. "We definitely aren't dating. Kacchan and I have known each other since diapers; we're basically brothers!" A few other people around the circle nodded, as though they also thought they were dating.

"Not that I don't absolutely love talking about who's dating who, but, get your asses up." The same monotonous voice of Aizawa interrupted the students' train of thought. One thing was bothering Izuku, he knew that name from somewhere. 'Ah FRICK, where do I know him from?!'

The students all got up hastily and began to listen to their teacher. Only 10 minutes just in his presence, and almost every teen was, on some level, afraid of him.

"Alright. I'm just going to cut straight to the facts. Uhm, Bakugo, you got the highest score on the entrance exam. What was your longest softball throw distance in Junior High?"

He looked to the shorter beside him. "Do you remember?" Izuku shook his head. "Nope!" He claimed, popping the 'p'. Bakugo shrugged, looking back to his new teacher. "Around 60-something meters, I think..." Aizawa nodded, no emotion evident on his face.

"Now try it with your quirk." He made his way to the circle and powered up his quirk. "Let's do this..." Bakugo stretched a bit before yelling out "DIE!!" as the ball catapulted away from the force of the explosion. Izuku shook his head lightly. 'Don't say die dimwit...' It feel a moment later, Aizawa's ball tracker beeping.

"You see, you should know the maximum of what you're capable of to be the best hero." He then showed the new class what distance Bakugo's ball had gone; 705.2m.

Izuku smiled as the people around him blew up with excitement. Ashido was squealing. "Oh my fucking gosh this is gonna be so fun!!" Other people were chatting excitedly with the people beside them before a very different aura passed over them all.

"You think this is all going to be fun and games? Well then, to make it even more fun, the person who gets the lowest score is booted off; expelled." His smile was a thing of nightmares, creeping his students out too much to be safe.

~(=>=)~

The tests weren't too much of a challenge for Izuku. The 50-Meter dash had Iida in first (3.04 sec), Bakugo in second (4.13 sec), and Izuku in third (5.01 sec). The grip strength wasn't Izuku's strong point, him only getting 130kg. The side steps mainly pulled on his physical attributes similar to the grip, Izuku getting around 6-10th place. Then came the ball throw...

Each person went and the last person to go was Izuku. He stepped up warily. 'C'mon quirk, work for me this once...' Aizawa nodded as to give him the go-ahead. Izuku held the ball in his hand, thinking about what exactly he wanted it to do. 'I know I probably can't beat Ururaka with infinity, but I can get a good number' He tapped the ball twice and tossed it lightly into the air before it crackled out of existence.

Most of the students looked at him confused, before the tracker in Aizawa's hand beeped.

408773.376m. A majority was perplexed, having amazement and even more confusion visible on each persons' face. A certain purple-haired teen spoke up. "Hey Midoriya, you said you hadn't been trained, so how did you use your quirk so... so well?" Said greenette scratched his neck.

"Well, I didn't actually use my quirk too much during the entrance exams. I trained my body more than my quirk before the entrance exams,   I wasn't too confident in my quirk seeing as it kinda has a mind of its own... Thankfully it complied just now!" He awkwardly chuckled once he had wrapped up explaining.

A few of the students were still looking up at the sky, almost trying to figure out where the stinking ball went. Midoriya noticed. "I teleported the ball onto the ISS, or International Space Station, to all who were wondering." (I looked up the mileage don't worry, it's not a random number)

Once all of the teenagers had calmed down a bit Aizawa posted the scores everyone had gotten, the invisible girl, or Hagakure, being last. Shinso looked over to his teacher, he himself passing in 13th place. "Aizawa Sensei, are you really going to expel her, that is kind of harsh..." Said man shook his head.

"I just threatened you with this because I wanted to see all of you to push yourselves to do your best. Also, you all have some amount of potential in each of you so you're safe... for now." The new class 1-A sweatdropped.

'It's like he's dead'

'Didn't he expel his whole class last year'

'Seriously dad-'

2222 words (well damn)

"Teenagers scare the living shit outta me!"

Henlo, my sprouts, I'm gonna call you a sprout, hope you're cool with it.

This is a book that I really hope will turn out good. My Tododeku is a piece of crap, stray awaaaayyyyy-

I just want to say thanks for picking this book, hope you enjoy!
~Broccoli