Ch 1-

It was a normal day in Mustafa, Japan, in the most prestigious hero high school, UA. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, there were students chatting in the hallways, yep, pretty normal.

Well, as normal as it can be. There was still class 2-A to consider.

An ash-blond guy with red eyes was yelling at a few of classmates, explosions going off in his hands. The said classmates were covering behind a kid with spiky red hair and shark teeth, who had his body turned to rock to block the explosions. A boy with navy-blue hair and rectangular glasses was lecturing the blond, moving his hands in a robotic way and telling him to keep quiet or he was going to inform the teacher and going on about how he was a hero and heroes don't hurt their peers. A girl with short brown hair and one with green hair that seemed to have a few frog features were trying to calm the group down. In the back of the class, there were the shy and emo kids, talking about how their weekend had been and what they were going to learn about today. Then there was a boy with half white and half red hair, sitting on his desk and going through his phone while making comments about the loud blond, making the said blond turn around and trying to explode him. Finally, there was the class cinnamon roll, a short, green-haired and eyes boy who was mumbling and writing in his notebook, occasionally looking out the window. No one stopped him, they were quite used to it by now. Unbeknown to them, the greenette, instead of writing hero analyzes, was trying to figure out how to demolish someone, courtesy of a letter he received this morning.

Suddenly, a loud explosion went off, its embers catching the edges of the broccoli's notebook.

"Ahh!" the broccoli cried, putting out the flames quickly. Luckily, there was minimum damage. He sighed in relief and turned to the loud blond. By now, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the green boy.

"What the hell, you stupid nerd! Can't-" he was cut off by a cold voice.

"Katsuki Bakugou."

Oh, shit. Katsuki thought. "Y-yes, D-Izuku?" The class blinked in surprise. Was this the same kid who was yelling up a storm just a second ago? The Bakugou they knew never stuttered and never heard him call Midoriya Izuku instead of Deku. And Midoriya. All of them knew and had seen him angry, and proceeded with caution. He was actually quite scary when angry. But since when did Midoriya use the blond's full name instead of Kachaan?

"Would you PLEASE shut up and sit down right now. You almost burned my notebook again!" The class gaped when Bakugou actually complied and sat down in front of Midoriya. Also by the fact that he seemed to be radiating a promise he will kill you if you push his buttons.

"Um, Deku-kun?" Uraraka asked cautiously. "Are you feeling alright?"

Izuku sighed and rubbed his face. "S-sorry about that guys, it's just... I'm in a bad mood. Usually I try to keep it down when I reach this level, but I've got things on my mind that are not really helping me cool off. Kachaan made it a tad bit worse," he sighed at the end. A lot of 'oh's were heard throughout the room and everyone fixed a glare at Bakugou. Ignoring them, Katsuki turned around and looked at his childhood best friend carefully (more like boyfriend, but Katsuki won't ever admit it to the class anytime soon).

"Is it about him?" he asked. He then noticed the class was still staring and yelled, "Oi, what the fuck are you extras looking at? Sit your ass down!" The class quickly scrambled and quietly took their seat, trying to listen into their conversation.

Izuku nodded. He shifted a bit and took out a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to the blond. "I really want to kill a few certain people right now," he muttered, ignoring the gasp that came out of the class. Just as Iida was about to lecture them again about being heroes, Izuku cut him off.

"Sorry Iida-kun, but I will literally be doing the world a favor by getting rid of one of them. He is a walrus-looking bastard. The other one, while he is respected by a lot of people, he's made really bad choices, endangering little kids! I don't know how he's survived this long by doing what he's done." The class was even more shocked he cursed. But as of right now, they didn't want to set him off and make him commit arson. After spending a year with the green bean, they learned it was just better to act normally, yet with caution when the boy was in a bad mood. Iida just closed his mouth and sat back down.

The class watched as Bakugou snorted, then seemed to get angrier as he read on. He snarled and small pops went off of his fingertips, almost burning the paper.

"And I'm joining you," he said with a grunt. He passed the letter back to Izuku. "Think he'll be okay?"

"I hope so." As he was putting the letter away, he sighed and said, "No, Aizawa-sensei, as much as I wish to, it is not my business to tell what is going on."

The class whipped their heads to the door to see a hobo looking man closing his mouth. His eyes widened and he said, "How'd you know I was here?"

Katsuki snorted and Izuku just smiled and said, "I've improved from last year." Aizawa just stood there, but then he shook his head and sighed, muttering "problem child #1 and problem child #2" under his breath.

"When did you get here, Mr. Aizawa?" Kaminari asked. The teacher rolled his eyes.

"Just a few minutes ago. I wanted to see who improved. Other than a few people, you all didn't notice me standing there. We'll be working on observing the areas surrounding us in a noise filled place later on."

Ignoring the class's groan, he walked to the front of the room and took attendance. One he finished, he looked around the room and sighed again.

"I...have an announcement," he said, more like groaned out. "Principle Nezu has decided we will be going on a field trip for two months starting from two weeks. Only Class 2-A." Cheering went off in the room, but it quieted down very fast.

"But sir, what about school? Classes for the second term only started like a week ago." Iida asked.

"Yeah and what about the LOV? They attack us like every other day," Kirishima added.

"I know, but apparently, some people," Aizawa said, giving a pointed look at Izuku and Todoroki, "managed to convince the League to give UA 3 months free of attacks. And Nezu said it will do us good if we went somewhere."

"Where are we going? Kero," Tsuyu asked.

"Nezu is friends with the Headmaster of another school. The Headmaster and Nezu said it will be a good opportunity to meet people from different parts of the world. So, we will be going to London. Though the school is located in Scotland," he muttered the last part, which went unnoticed by the class except two people. The class once again burst into cheers.

"Shut up!" Aizawa yelled, his hair floating. Everyone was quiet once again. The teacher pinched his nose bridge and sighed. "You guys better start working on your English." He received determined nods from most of the class.

"Um, sensei, what part of London will we be visiting?" Uraraka asked. The class became quite nervous when Aizawa sported his signature grin and said,

"The magical part."

Everyone was confused, except two. Suddenly, the class noticed the room was as bright as the sun and quickly shielded their eyes. Even Shinsou and Aizawa looked away.

"Eeee!" Izuku squealed. "Kachaan!"

"I know, nerd," Katsuki huffed, amused.

"Ican'twait!We'llgettoseehimagain!Andwe'llbeabletovisithisschool!Iwonderwhatit'slike.Iknowhewillbetheresotherewon'tbeanyproblem.Willwealsolearnwhatheislearning?Oh,I'msoexcited!Iwonderifwe'llalsoattendtheirclasses.Willwebesorted?I'llhavetoaskhimaboutthat.I'msurehe'llknowwhat'sgoingtohappen!"

(For those who didn't understand: I can't wait! We'll get to see him again! And we'll be able to visit his school! I wonder what it's like. I know he will be there so there won't be any problem. Will we also learn what he is learning? Oh, I'm so excited! I wonder if we'll also attend their classes. Will we be sorted? I'll have to ask him about that. I'm sure he'll know what's going to happen!)

Before anybody could prompt Izuku of his muttering, he suddenly turned to Aizawa.

"Whowillcomewithusbesideyou?We'lltravelbyplane,right?Whatwillweneedtobring?Oh,canEri-chancome?She'llloveit!"

(For those who didn't understand: Who will come with us beside you? We'll travel by plane,right? What will we need to bring? Oh, can Eri-chan come? She'll love it!)

Aizawa blinked, trying to register all the questions thrown at him and how his top 2 problem children knew where they were going. But he ignored the latter, if anyone could figure it out it would most likely be them. Finally, he came up with the intelligent response of "What?"

Katsuki rolled his eyes and repeated the questions. "The nerd asked who is going to come with us other than you."

"Well, Present Mic and maybe Midnight."

"Then he asked if we were traveling by plane, and what to bring."

"Um, yes, we will be traveling by plane, and I will hand out the list once it is confirmed who is coming."

"Last was if we could bring the brat- hey! Fine! Eri," Katsuki grumbled as he rubbed his arm where Izuku hit.

Ignoring the blond, Aizawa turned to Izuku. "Will it be smart to bring her? You know how uncomfortable she is around other people. Even in this class she is only truly comfortable around me, you and Bakugou - though I don't even know how."

"Hey!"

Izuku only smiled his bright smile at him and Aizawa was sure it almost made him blind. "I promise, she'll be fine. Besides, traveling will probably do good to her."

"Hmm." He thought for a moment then shrugged. "We'll see. Now that's out of the way. Let's start."