Coffee Is The Drink Of The Gods.

General Education

Deku blinked at the massive building in front of him.

This isn't a dream.

Right?

He repeated to himself. Glancing around, he could see new and old students filtering through the gates.

I can do this

Deku made it two steps forward before tripping

I can not do this

He braced himself for impact. But it never came. Instead he felt metal arms wrapping around his torso and the sound of dilighted giggling behind him

"yes my baby worked" a female voice exclaimed

Midoriya blinked again and the machine placed him back in his feet. He turned and saw a girl.

She had pink hair, with goggles resting on her head, with her hands stuffed into a dirty hoody that hung around her school uniform, a silver bag on her back had two retreating, metal arms, folding themselves back into the bag

"oh um. Thank you" Midoriya bowed

"ehh, no problem. Just field testing my baby" the girl waved a hand at him

"ummm. I'm Midoriya izuku" deku said, putting out his hand to shake.

The girl looked at it before smiling "YOU CAN CALL ME HASUME!" she exclaimed suddenly, making poor deku jump in supprise

She pulled out her hand from her hoodie and wiped it clean, before shaking his.

Hatsume glanced at UA.

"welp, we should be heading in now" she started running into the building

Huh?

Izuku shrugged and pulled out his map, looking where class 1-C was, before making his way towards his future

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Deku looked up at the large door in front of him, designed for different body types.

He looked to his left and did a double take, class 1-A were already filing in but that's not what drew his attention.

It was the yellow slug creaping its way toward the door

Uhhhhhh, Mr aizawa?

Deku had seen the pro take out his trusty sleeping bag on many, many occasions. And had gotten used to its often opperance at his training

Poor kids

He shuddered at the memory of how intense Mr aizawa actually is, never taking any bull- crap from anyone. And he means anyone

After sending a prayer to the Lord above to save those poor children (not that God would reply, izuku had a feeling that even he was scared at Mr aizawa) deku pushed open the door to his class

Around half of the class was already there, he looked around and saw a spare seat behind a purple haired, deku made his way over and sat behind him

Younger Depresso espresso pov:

Shinsou looked up when he smelt coffee, and saw a boy with eyebags similar to his own and fluffy green hair sit down begind him.

The boy looked up and smiled slightly, shinsou looked at the boy with a neutral expression

He was different than the others, usually they pestered him until they got the message and went away, or just completly ignored him.

But this boy smiled and waved before turning to his dark green backpack and pulling out a notebook.

Then the teacher arrived

It was present mic, with his usual leathers and speaker

"HELLO LITTLE LISTNERS!" he said (really yelled)

This caused the boy behind shinsou to jump and mess up whatever he was writing. He scowled at mic which the hero responded with a grimace.

Yellow speaker pov

Midoriya is turning into a mini aizawa. Thought mic as he made his way towards the front of the class

He clasped his hands together and swallowed, dekus glare still on him. Mic tried not to shink and began talking in a normal voice.

"today is your first day" his gaze slid over the children "and that means that we will be doing a first day presentation thingy or whatever its called"

Most of the kids raised an eyebrow " I will be your homeroom and english teacher" Midoriya sighed "and we'll come back after the presentation and do some ice breakers, okay?"

Everyone groaned "OKAY?" Mic yelled louder

Every one covered their ears and nodded.

After the talk

Mic yawned and slumped slightly

It's so boring

He glanced outside to see aizawa standing in front of what he guessed was class 1-A. Of course shota would ignore the welcoming ceremony

Sighing he made his way back to the classroom. Last night he went through the profiles of the kids he was teaching and one had caught his eye

Shinsou hitoshi

He opened the door and stood infront of his class the second time that morning. Two students caught his gaze.

One had green hair.

The other had purple

This will be an interesting year.