6 Chapter Five

"Do you have everything?"

I hoisted my backpack on my shoulder and turned to my mother, who was worried again. Smiling slightly, I rolled my eyes goodnaturedly.

"I got everything, notebooks, books, my student ID card, napkins in case I have to break someone's nose..."

"What?"

"I'm kidding, but really, I got everything."

She sighed and nodded. I just slipped my hand through the other strap of my bag and left the apartment.

Finally, the day has come, time to save the world and not mess up the future than it already was.

Go me!

I closed the door behind me. Time to attend hell known as "Highschool".

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"..."

I walked down a hall, looking for my classroom...

"..."

I turned right...

"... This is a very confusing place..."

I muttered, turning to walk down another hall and finally, I spotted the giant door.

"Finally, jeez."

I rolled my eyes and walked up to the giant wooden door and slid It open... regretted it immediately.

Two people bickering, one tall with blue hair and eyeglasses while the other had dirty blond hair that was spiker than a hedgehog. both of them wore the same uniform as me but in completely different states.

The blond's uniform was ruffled, his white shirt crumpled, his blazer unbuttoned, and his pants baggy, while the taller boy was a pristine representation of a perfect student.

Tie tied, white shirt newly ironed, blazer buttoned up, pants without wrinkles, hair combed, classes fucking sparkling.

I hummed slightly, ignoring the two and walking past Bakugo to take my seat right behind the blonde.

"You're Izuku Midoriya, right? My apologies for how I acted at the entrance exam, you seemed to have figured out the secret meaning of the exam."

I looked up at the blue-haired teen, Iida Tenya if I remembered correctly. Who was extending his hand toward me, expecting a handshake.

Restraining a sigh of irritation, I stood up, because it's not like I just sat down and shook the tall teen's hand.

"My name is Tenya Iida, a pleasure to meet you!"

I nodded, ignoring the dumbfounded stare from Bakugo as I did so.

"Pleasure is all mine, Iida-san."

I responded much more subduedly, which he nodded at and we let go of our handshake to avoid making it awkward.

"What the fuck happened to you, Deku?!"

... Aight, bitching. Great, now I have to deal with this asshole too.

Looking at the blonde, I raised my hand, digging my pinky finger into my ears and twisting it around for a moment.

"Huh, you say something?"

(Y'know, if you really wanna be a hero that badly, there actually might be another way. Just pray that you will be born with a quirk in you're next life, and take a swan dive off the roof of the building.)

... Katsuku Bakugo, I will make sure to break you bit by bit until you shatter, and when you do, I will make sure that you're humiliation will be broadcasted to the world.

People like you don't deserve second chances.

"What are you doing here you useless Deku!?"

He took a swing at me, his open palm plummeting toward me as small explosions manifested right above his palm...

Only to be stopped as I gripped his hand with my own and squeezed, painfully. He cried out in pain, ripping my wrist with his free hand as the little shit staggered.

"What the fuc-AGH!"

I squeezed harder.

"Behave like a functional human being, you Neanderthal, there is a reason why your kind went extinct."

I narrowed my eyes at the human garbage that was trying not to fall to his knees in front of me, attempting to get rid of my hold by using his quirk.

I wanted him to kneel.

I squeezed harder and finally, his knee connected with the floor. His red eyes were wide with rage, horror, and incomprehension.

"Please, don't stoop to the level that requires violence. Let's resolve this matter civilly!"

I hummed thoughtfully and stared at the wide eyes of the bastard before looking at Iida.

"I would, but you see, this little shit here does not understand civil. His inflated ego needs to burst, his hot temper needs bending, and his attitude needs to be beaten out of him... with violence."

I finished off with a smile. I would do it, in a heartbeat. Would not even regret it.

I wasn't Izuku, I would not give him another chance after he wasted every last one of them, I would destroy him, remove him from the equation, and make him irrelevant to my life.

"But still, even if it requires violence, we are the esteemed students of U.A. High, and we should refrain from unnecessary conflict, much less between classmates."

Ah, good point, good point. I could get in trouble for this. And it was the first day, I didn't want that.

Letting go of the shit stain, I nodded and sat down in my seat, keeping an eye on Bakugo as he clenched his hand for a bit before glaring at me, noticing the confusion that flashed in his eyes.

I did not care. Did he suspect something? Too bad, I would deal with him, permanently if required.

"If you're here to squabble, you came to the wrong place."

My head shot to the door, revealing a man in a yellow sleeping bag. I tilted my head slightly, looking at the man. Frowning, I tried to remember what this guy did... Threats of expulsion... criticism... no advice... no 1 to 1 personal time with the students...

How is this guy qualified to be a teacher?

"It took six seconds for you to calm down, not bad but not good either."

This was Eraserhead, his quirk could cancel out someone's quirk as long as it wasn't a mutation type, but otherwise, he was just a human...

Hmmm.

The man unzipped his sleeping bag and stepped out, dropping it to the side and kicking it away absently as he held a blue uniform in his hand.

"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa, your teacher."

I blinked... an underpaid babysitter more like.

"Right, put these on and head outside, there is a copy of it in each of your desk compartments."

I blinked and looked at my desk... there it was. Standing up, I hooked my finger on my tie and untied it, throwing it on the table.

Ubuttening my blazer, I took it off and it joined the tie, discarded like an unwanted toy. With a quick tug, I unclipped the button-up shirt, that had clip-ins rather than buttons because it was easier to take off.

Putting the blue gym uniform over my black, form-fitting T-Shirt, I zipped it up and took off my shoes, followed by my pants. Ignoring the embarrassed squeaks from the girls in the room, I put on the blue pants and slipped my feet into my shoes again.

Folding up my discarded clothes, I organized them on the table, because I wasn't an untidy swine and rushed out of the classroom, catching up to my homeroom teacher soon after.

He gave me a once-over and nodded in approval.

"Good, but use the changing room next time."

Wasn't it you who criticized us for taking six seconds to calm down? Bitch make up your mind.