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Before we start I want to know the ship you guys will like to see
a. Izuku x Shota Todoroki
b. Izuku x Ururaka
c. Izuku x Shota Todoroki x Ururaka
Leave a comment of your choice
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Izuku Yagi walked down the bustling halls of U.A. High, his expression blank and his eyes half-lidded as if the world around him were nothing but background noise. His black earphones rested snugly in his ears, blocking out the chatter of the students around him. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, his head tilted slightly down, his messy, dark green hair falling over his eyes in a way that completed the distant, almost detached aura he carried.
The song playing in his ears was "Sweater Weather" by The Neighbourhood, a melancholic and moody tune that fit his vibe perfectly. It was a popular song, known for its deep, emotive sound, and it drowned out the world as he moved through the hallways. It allowed him to keep everyone at a distance, to retreat into his own world where nothing could touch him.
He'd become somewhat of a spectacle after the entrance exam, where his raw power and unique ability had turned heads. It wasn't often that someone displayed such overwhelming strength in front of so many witnesses. The rumors were already circulating, and he could feel the eyes of other students on him, whispering about the "emo kid" who blew up the Zero Pointer. Not that he cared.
As Izuku rounded the corner, his eyes landed on someone familiar—Ururaka Ochaco, the girl he had saved during the exam. She had a bubbly presence about her, her round face framed by short, chestnut-brown hair that barely reached her shoulders. Her warm, chocolate-colored eyes sparkled with kindness, and a wide smile spread across her lips as soon as she spotted him.
"Hey! You're the guy who saved me during the entrance exam!" she called out, rushing up to him with a bounce in her step.
Izuku blinked slowly, as if it took effort to acknowledge her presence. He glanced at her but didn't pull his earphones out. Instead, he kept walking, his eyes returning to the path ahead.
"Um… thank you!" Ochaco continued, undeterred by his lack of response. "I was so scared back then, and you just swooped in and—"
"Whatever," Izuku muttered under his breath, his voice low and indifferent as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets.
Ochaco blinked, her smile faltering for just a second. She wasn't sure if she had heard him correctly, but she hurried to catch up, walking beside him despite the cold shoulder. "Wow, you're really quiet, huh? Not much of a talker?"
Izuku didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed ahead, his expression completely emotionless.
''Whatever''.
Ochaco tilted her head, a curious smile returning to her face as if she found his attitude amusing. "Okay, okay, I get it. You're the strong, silent type, huh?"
Still nothing.
As they approached the enormous classroom door of 1-A, Ochaco couldn't help but marvel at its size. "Whoa, the door's huge!" she said, her voice filled with excitement and awe. "It's like we're about to walk into a hero agency or something!"
Izuku barely spared the door a glance, shrugging as he muttered, "Don't care." His voice was flat, as though the world's largest door couldn't possibly hold his interest.
Ochaco blinked at his lack of enthusiasm, but then giggled to herself. "You're really something else," she said, still smiling as they approached the door.
Izuku pushed open the door to Class 1-A, and the immediate noise inside washed over them like a wave. The class was bustling with activity, students introducing themselves, talking excitedly about their quirks, and comparing their experiences from the entrance exam. But as soon as Izuku and Ochaco stepped through the door, the noise began to die down.
The room fell into an awkward silence, and Izuku felt the eyes of every single student turning to him, their gazes filled with a mix of curiosity and awe. They had all heard about him. The kid who took down a Zero Pointer with ease. The "emo boy" who didn't say much but had the power to back it up.
Izuku's blood ran cold for a moment, but he kept his face impassive, showing no reaction to the stares. He wasn't here for them. He wasn't here to make friends. As far as he was concerned, this was all just a necessary step toward his goal. He glanced around the room, and his eyes immediately landed on two familiar faces: Bakugou Katsuki and Todoroki Izumi, Endeavor's daughter.
Seeing them sent a sharp, burning sensation through his chest, but his face remained emotionless. Bakugou, with his fiery temper and relentless drive, had always looked down on him, never thinking him capable of becoming a true hero. And Izumi… just seeing her brought back a flood of memories, ones he'd rather forget. The two people who had once been part of his life, now nothing more than reminders of a past he hated.
His emotions twisted inside him, but he kept his expression cold, distant. He couldn't let them see how he felt. He wouldn't give them that satisfaction.
Ochaco, oblivious to the tension, broke the silence by introducing herself cheerfully to the rest of the class. "Hi everyone! I'm Ururaka Ochaco. It's nice to meet you all!"
Izuku said nothing. Instead, he moved toward one of the seats near the back of the classroom and slumped into it, his earphones still in, cutting himself off from the rest of the room. The chatter started up again, but it was distant to him, muffled by the music still playing in his ears.
As he settled into his seat, he noticed a strange sensation, like he was being watched. His eyes drifted toward the teacher's desk, where a peculiar sight caught his attention. A yellow sleeping bag was curled up near the desk, unmoving except for the occasional soft breath coming from inside. Izuku could just make out a pair of tired eyes peeking through the opening of the bag.
It was Aizawa.
The tired pro hero gestured subtly for Izuku to keep quiet. Izuku, in his usual laid-back manner, offered a slight nod of acknowledgment, though his expression remained indifferent. Inside his head, though, he couldn't help but think, *Of course. Only in a place like this.
The moment he and Ochaco had entered, the class had grown silent again, but this time, it wasn't just out of curiosity. Something about Izuku's presence had shifted the mood in the room. He could feel the tension, the way their gazes lingered on him, the way the air seemed to thicken with unspoken questions.
But Izuku couldn't have cared less. He wasn't here to make friends. He was here because it was the only path forward.
His cold, detached demeanor was enough to send shivers down some of the students' spines, but there were two people who didn't seem phased:
Bakugou and Izumi.
Bakugou sat with his arms crossed, his fiery red eyes glaring daggers at Izuku as if daring him to make eye contact.
Izuku could feel Bakugou's hostility from across the room. The two had never gotten along, and it seemed that nothing had changed. Bakugou's hands twitched slightly, as if itching to explode something, but he didn't move from his seat.
Izumi, on the other hand, sat with an almost serene expression, her two-toned hair perfectly combed and her heterochromatic eyes—a sharp contrast of icy blue and fiery red—resting calmly on Izuku. There was no anger in her gaze, no disdain, but there was a certain intensity, like she was quietly analyzing him.
Izuku clenched his jaw, pushing down the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. He didn't need this. He didn't need 'them'.
Ochaco, blissfully unaware of the underlying tension, had seated herself next to Izuku, still smiling brightly. "Hey, isn't this great? We're in the same class!" she said, leaning in slightly to get his attention.
Izuku, without turning his head, muttered, "Whatever."
Ochaco's smile faltered for just a moment before she laughed softly. "You really are something else, you know that?"
Before the conversation could continue, Aizawa suddenly sat up from his sleeping bag, stretching his arms and yawning as if he had just woken up from a long nap. The room fell silent once again as the students turned their attention to their new homeroom teacher.
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta," he said, his voice flat and disinterested. He pulled out a large box from behind the desk and dumped its contents onto the floor—standard-issue U.A. gym uniforms. "Put these on and meet me outside. We're doing a Quirk Assessment Test."
Ochaco blinked in surprise, glancing around the room. "Wait… Quirk Assessment? What about orientation?"
Aizawa's tired eyes narrowed. "We don't have time for that. Heroes don't get to waste time on trivial things. Now get moving."
Izuku sighed softly, standing up from his seat. ''So much for a quiet day.''
As the other students murmured among themselves and scrambled to get their gym uniforms, Izuku slipped his earphones back in, letting the music drown out the noise once more. He didn't care about their opinions, their judgments, or their excitement. He had one goal, and nothing—no one—was going to get in his way.