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WHOOSH. Nagisa parkoured across buildings with ease, every so often glancing up to make sure he was still on track to reach UA, as if he were doing it all his life. Well, could you really blame him considering the curriculum they had at Kunugigaoka Junior High in class 3e? They were learning to be assassins for goodness sake, parkouring to school when you're almost late should be expected.
“Damn it, I'm gonna be late for school if I don’t hurry up.'' Nagisa picked up the pace, almost becoming a blur, but still being careful to stay silent as he leapt from building to building.
As he reached the large gate that was the entrance to UA, he glanced at his clock and realized that he would make it just on time if he were to scale the building and come in through the window. Flashing his ID card for the outdoor scanner Nagisa made his way towards the main building.
Continuing his run from the gate Nagisa simply leapt up the outer wall of UA's main campus, latching onto the first windowsill, silently thanking the universe that the blinds were closed.
He pulled himself up and scaled the next three floors with ease and reached his destination. He started to slide the window open, being sure to watch the way it rubbed against the sill, so as to not cause squeaking as he slipped into the empty classroom and rushed out the door.
He was on the fourth floor and he needed to be on the fifth.
He glanced down at his watch one final time and rushed up the last flight of stairs making sure to not get caught in the hallways. The only entity that was aware of his tardiness was the principal himself, who was watching his shenanigans on the various cameras he had around the campus.
Nagisa quietly approached the door, slid into the classroom and sat down in his respective chair without being noticed.
“Nice of you to join us, Nagisa Shiota, don’t make a habit of being late.” A yellow...caterpillar?, that seemed to have long black hair.
The entire class quieted down, not only at the mention of someone else in the room, but the presence of the man currently at the front of the class.
“I won’t, Sir. I was just running a little behind today. Luckily the fourth floor window was open or else I would still be running up steps to get here,” Nagisa said as he started trying to calm himself. He had seen a glimpse of the thing on his way in, and it reminded him of a certain unkillable teacher.
There were a couple beats of silence as the rest of the class processed what was going on. But just as it seemed they were gonna start a frenzy of questions, they got a menacing glare from the man up front, who seemed to have slid right out of the bright yellow sleeping bag - hair defying gravity in the process.
Red eyes looked at everyone in the room, until they were all seated at their rightful desks.
“It took you more than thirty seconds to quiet down, and even worse it seems that none of you even noticed your classmate slip into the room,” The man at the front stated, his gray scarf floating back down around his neck, as he talked “But those things, we can work on later. As of right now, you are all gonna put on these gym clothes and meet me outside on training field G. You have 10 minutes to get ready.”
“Excuse me, Sir. But you still have to tell us who you are! Not to be disrespectful, but I do not intend to blindly follow a man I do not know.” This comment came from a boy in the front wearing glasses, framed with dark blue hair. His statement was followed by grunts and nods of agreement scattered around the classroom.
Nagisa simply stood up, grabbed his gym clothes and made his way towards the door, only to be stopped by the same boy.
“Nagisa is it? I am sorry, but I cannot let you follow such a man without the proper information! I would hate for something to happen to one of my fellow classmates,” The boy stated, arms outstretched to block his path.
“By the way, my name is Tenya Iida. Nice to meet you.”
Nagisa simply looked him in the eye, as if he didn’t understand. Everyone in the class was thinking the same thing ‘Who would trust a complete stranger anyway’.
Nagisa just shoved off the glances and walked up to the front of the class, took a deep breath and looked to the teacher for confirmation, earning a nod in return.
“I’m not following a stranger. In fact, I am following the instructions of our homeroom teacher Mr.Aizawa - better known as the Underground hero: Eraserhead,”
Nagisa surveyed the looks on everyone’s faces and mentally sighed. He usually isn’t this judgmental, but for hero course students they could have at least bothered to read the informational packet UA was gracious enough to give everyone.
“If you didn’t bother to take the time to at least read the informational packet sent by the school, then you should really rethink if this is the class for you.” The entire room went silent for a good three beats and Nagisa began to curse the universe for this.
Maybe it was the reminder of Koro-sensei or the fact that he was running late but regardless now he was antagonizing everyone, and on the first day too! Sadly, he couldn't sputter out an apology fast enough before the entire room burst into miscellaneous yelling.
“Who takes the time to look this stuff up?!” a girl with earphone jacks for ears yelled.
“Who would bother reading that type of information for school?! It was just a normal packet, it was nothing special.” A guy with long dark hair and bulky elbows stated
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“Yeah, because that’s something highschoolers need to do!” This came from a blonde with a black lightning bolt in their hair.
BOOM.
An ash blonde haired boy jumped up, setting off tiny explosions from his hands for effect. He stalked up to Nagisa with a smirk on his face, as he noticed the tell tale sign of a scared little boy. Boy, was he wrong. Nagisa had some experience with bullies like him and he wasn’t going to let someone just walk all over him anymore.
He looked over to the teacher one more time, only to receive a shrug and his teacher crawling back into his sleeping bag. Aizawa-sensei was clearly over the complete waste of his time but didn't care enough to stop the altercation. Nagisa turned back to the boy in front of him, red eyes meeting blue.
“YOU REALLY THINK YOU’RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME?!” Bakugou was completely livid. This punk was just gonna walk right into this classroom, like he was the top dog? Well he had another thing coming. THINK AGAIN! KEEP LOOKING DOWN ON ME AND I'LL KILL YOU-”
Everyone went dead silent, as their minds caught up with the scene that was unfolding in front of them. Nagisa had a rubber knife at Bakugou’s throat that was slightly digging into his skin. God knows where that thing even came from but it didn't really matter did it? Bakugou was completely silent; he gulped and Nagisa lowered the toy-like weapon from his classmate's neck.
“I suggest you choose your next words carefully. Don’t threaten to kill someone, unless you have the balls to actually do it.” Nagisa was trying to keep his cool, but that word held too much weight. Not only for him, but his past classmates as well. It always unlocked something inside of him.
“Now if you don’t mind I'm gonna head to the locker rooms. We only have five minutes now, until our teacher expects us all to be ready for whatever exercise he has planned for us.”
Nagisa turned and walked out of the door, passing a dumbfounded Iida.
When he shut the door he slumped down a little, breathing slow and heavy, before collecting himself and walking towards the lockers.
"Just great! First day of school and I've already made myself public enemy number on!?" Nagisa rubbed his hand down his face in exhaustion. "I'm gonna have to do some damage control and fast."
Nagisa was almost done getting changed when the locker room door swung open, and all the guys in the class barged on in. Noise filled the room quickly, as they all started to file in and get dressed.
Nagisa quickly slipped on his shirt and started making his way toward the door, noticing the curious looks and filing away that none of the looks had malice behind them - except for the glare he got from Bakugou.
“Hey, Nagisa, that was incredibly violent behavior back there. Who taught you how to act like that around your fellow classmates?” Iida blocked his path once again. Nagisa could tell from the look in Iida’s eyes that he had a lot more to say but was holding back for some reason.
"Listen, about that you guys I was truly just in a bad mood today. I didn't mean to offend anyone, it's just I was already running late and then I was reminded of something that is kind of a sore spot for me." Nagisa looked around and could see that he had everyone's attention which was at least something,
"I hope that we can start over and you can get to know me better when I've actually gotten a proper amount of sleep!" Nagisa breathed out and gave the biggest smile he could, happy to hear the sounds of understanding coming from his fellow classmates.
Well everyone except for Mr.BoomBoom man and the one who had tried to stop him from leaving earlier.
Nagisa was about to simply turn around and head to training field G when a familiar and increasingly annoying voice spoke up.
“Although I accept your apology I would like to know what kind of hooligan taught you to treat others that way, bu-.” Iida instantly shut up, when he noticed the glare he received from Nagisa, a menacing blue aura emanating off him like a python ready to strike its prey.
Everyone in the locker rooms stared in awe, as Nagisa looked like he was ready to slit everyone's throat and walk away with a grin on his face.
“Take it back.” Nagisa sneered, just barely audible. Venom dripped from every word as an intense pressure settled into the locker room drawing everyone's full attention as they looked on with unease.
“Wha-” Iida tried to speak up but was shut down again.
“I said, take it back. You have no idea what Koro-sensei was like,” Nagisa inhaled deeply trying to rein his emotions back in. He blinked away the unshed tears that were forming in his eyes and leveled another glare at Iida.
The aura never left his body.
“He was the only one who ever cared for us. He was the best teacher any of us could have ever asked for. I truly want to be friends with all of you but I won't tolerate someone as ignorant as you bad-mouthing my old teacher."
Everyone in the locker room was silent as they listened to Nagisa defend his teacher.
Aizawa was listening outside the door -the girls were all ready, but the boys had been taking a suspicious amount of time. He was gonna intervene right then and there, but decided to let the boy get some things off his chess. It seemed that he needed it, Aizawa filed away the idea of therapy for later, he was also kind of curious himself.
“Everyone looked down on us. Cast us aside like we were nothing, but he always believed in us,” Nagisa was no longer thinking straight. He wanted to stop the words from flowing, but his mind wouldn’t let him. “He taught us that we had worth when no one else would. So, unless you have anything else disrespectful to say, then I suggest you get out of my way. I don’t need more ignorant people in my life anyway.”
Nagisa stormed out of the locker room. Everyone decided to just ignore it and go back to getting dressed but a certain green bean appeared torn as Nagisa left - mentally telling himself that, if anything, he was gonna help him. He sympathized with every word that flowed from Nagisa’s mouth. He had finally found someone, who definitely understood what he went through growing up.
Shaken out of his stupor, the green bean finished getting dressed and then joined everyone outside as he walked straight up to Nagisa.
“Hi, my name is Izuku Midoriya.” Izuku was kinda nervous, he didn’t want to set the guy off again. “I couldn’t help but overhear what you said to Iida about your old teacher. It seems like he was a good man, who cared a lot about his students.” Izuku beamed, and his smile rivaled the sun itself. Nagisa had to squint just to shield himself from going blind.
“Hey, my name’s Nagisa Shiota. You can just call me Nagisa though,” Nagisa was a little thrown off by the greenette approaching him. He was sure that he had ruined any chances at making friends, when he went off on that Iida kid. “And yes, he was a great teacher, he taught us so many things. As a matter of fact, he’s the reason I decided to be a pro hero in the first place.”
“Really? Then he must be a really good teacher. I wish I had someone like that in my life. It was kinda just me and my mom. No one ever encouraged my dream, since I was a late bloomer.”
“Well, that isn’t any reason to put someone down. Just because you got your quirk a year or two late.” Nagisa said
“Well... it was more like ten years late. I got my quirk very recently, like ten months ago.” Izuku said, looking away quickly.
Nagisa was taken aback by that revelation and wanted to ask more, but their conversation was cut short as Aizawa walked out into the front of their class and clapped his hands together loudly.
Everyone’s heads snapped forward at attention awaiting what was going to happen.
“Before any of you ask, here at UA teachers can conduct their class as we see fit. Therefore no, we will not be attending the orientation,” Aizawa glanced over the surprised looks of his class and sighed. This was gonna be a long day. “Instead you will take part in a quirk assessment test.”
Everyone was quiet for like the hundredth time this day, before everyone started talking at once.
“This is gonna be so much fun!” A girl with pink skin said.
“I can’t wait to show everyone my quirk!” A guy with bulky elbows shouted.
“GOOD! NOW, EVERYONE WILL KNOW WHO THE BEST IS... ME!!” A certain ash blonde screamed with explosions in his hands making some flinch.
Aizawa gave the entire class a quirk enhanced glare to quiet them down. “Since this is gonna be so much fun, let's get one thing clear. Whoever comes in last will be expelled immediately.”
Everyone sweatdropped the same question going through everyone’s head. “Is this even fair?!!!”
Mr. Aizawa hid his chaotic grin, behind his capture scarf and surveyed the reactions of everyone - noting that four of his students seemed to be overconfident in their abilities. Bakugou, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu and Nagisa.
Two got in on recommendations. Bakugou took the regular exams and Nagisa - he was a mystery. Aizawa still couldn’t find out how a kid like him got in on Government recommendation, but he was gonna keep a close eye on him. Something was fishy and he was gonna get to the bottom of it.