Chapter 6

The school day had come to a close and the students of U.A. were finally heading home after their first exciting day of class at the prestigious Hero Academy. However for the teachers, the work day had only just begun. Being that it was the first day, they had spent their time doing their best to get to know their students... each in their own unique way.

*cough, cough* Aizawa *cough*

However at this moment, the tired Pro-Hero was doing some actual proper work as a teacher. Namely, looking up whatever information the school had on Misogi Kumagawa. There was something about the kid that rubbed Aizawa the wrong way.

Pulling up his profile on the computer, Aizawa skimmed through the information as he searched for anything pertinent. Unfortunately, there was little to be found. In fact, Aizawa had to suppress an annoyed sigh as he continued to read. Misogi Kumagawa's entire profile read like some kind of joke.

Parents: Daddy Kumagawa and Mommy Kumagawa.

Address: Japan

Previous School: Middle School.

Blood Type: Red.

Age: Teens.

Quirk: Meh.

The Erasure Hero groaned as he began to develop a headache as he continued reading. He would have to confront someone -anyone about this blatant mistake of a student file. So for the time being, he was forced to simply appraise Kumagawa using what little 'proper' information the school had on him. Namely, his entrance exam report. And even that was lacking.

His Quirk was listed as being unknown, as it was not apparent that he had used it during the entrance exam. In fact, given his score, he shouldn't have even passed at all. Rather, he got lucky and was able to nab the newly implemented Wild Card position.

It turns out that someone finally pulled their head out of there ass and realized that the entrance exam is far too tailored to applicants with more offensive based Quirks. As such they decided to do a test run of the Wild Card system. They would pick one of the applicants who, even though they didn't get enough points to pass, had shown enough drive to warrant giving them a shot under the presumption that their Quirk wasn't usable in the situation.

So basically Aizawa now had to deal with a student who he had no concrete information on, that was also more than willing to challenge his authority, on top of having an unsettling presence.

Leaning back in his chair, Aizawa looked up at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes. "They don't pay me enough for this..."