The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

Chapter 4.

'This is... One of my weirder uniforms...' I thought while analysing myself in the mirror. I paired some thigh-high black socks and my favourite black boots with my new uniform.

'Good enough.' I was satisfied with my clothes. Not like I could do much anyways. I put my brown hair into a high bun, and styled my curly bangs until they were just right. My glasses sat atop the bridge of my nose, to complete the look of course. Not like I'm blind or anything.

'Hm. No makeup. Keep everyone's expectations low.' I decided.

Happy with the look, I grabbed my bag, and completed the second walk to U.A. A few other students in U.A. uniform began to join me in my journey as I got closer, and the large building in the distance grew bigger.

Standing at the entrance, I stared down at my map, a bit dumbfounded at how big this place was. Short, light brown hair passed my field of vision; Uraraka! I followed her, assuming that she must be on the same floor as me at least if we're both first years. Eventually, we both reached this big-ass door.

"W-why does a door need to be this damn big!?" I questioned aloud. Uraraka whipped her head around, a smile growing on her face once she saw me.

"Oh, L/N! We're in the same class! I look forward to studying with you!" She exclaimed, smile beaming brighter than ever.

She'll turn on me as soon as she knows what I really am.

A freak.

"Oh, hey Uraraka. Looks like it, huh?" I glanced up at the door.

"Ready?" She responded with a smile. I smirked slightly and nodded, whilst she pushed the door.

'Aaaaand this is my nightmare.' The pomeranian kid sat with his feet resting on the desk in front of him, the shrimpy, nervous boy next to him, and worst of all, the blue-haired boy with a stick up his ass was here too.

"Hm. I see you took things seriously after all. I'm Iida Tenya." He thrust his hand in front of me, expecting a handshake. I scoffed.

"Huh? Now you wanna get all friendly? Fine, but turn on me and see what the fuck happens." I say with a dead tone. Iida looks at me with slight shock on his face, as Uraraka turns red. I turn to her.

"Sorry that I was rude. I don't appreciate people who insult me." I explain. She nodded timidly. Surveying the scene, there was a seat second row from the front, second to the middle.

'Fine.' I sat down, not realising this was next to the pomeranian kid and a boy with purple balls for hair.

"The hell you lookin' at, extra?" He growled. Oh, the NERVE on this kid.

"Excuuuse me? The FUCK you think you're talking to? Sit the hell down, little boy." I growled back, looking as menacing as possible.

"Shuddup. This is not the place for fighting. This is the hero course. Leave if you'd like to behave like children." A gruff voice rang through the room. The pomeranian and I stared at each other, probably both thinking 'Who the hell was that?' I turned around to find the source of the noise. A... Caterpillar? Nope, just a crazy hobo in a sleeping bag. Ok.

The hobo took a slurp from a Capri-Sun pouch and climbed out of the bag, to reveal a man clad in black cargo pants, and a tight, black, long-sleeved t-shirt. He had long hair for a guy, like a hobo, that flowed a bit past his shoulders. His chin displayed scruffy stubble, as would a homeless man's, and a tattered white scarf was donned upon his neck; looks like something a hobo would wear. Seems familiar. But I thought he was homeless still.

"I'm Aizawa Shouta. I'm you're homeroom teacher." The class responded with pure silence. All thinking 'This man is my TEACHER?' and to be perfectly frank, I was thinking the same.