A week had passed, and lately... my mind would drift off without warning, lost in vague thoughts.
About Midoriya… and then, about my Quirk. I didn't even feel like I activated anything. It was more like... my body passively rejected something on my behalf.
I let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling as I laid back, allowing my body to relax.
"Should I tell Dad about this?" I murmured to myself.
I shook my head hard, trying to push the thought away.
"Ah... forget it. No use overthinking this. I should just focus on getting ready for U.A."
***
My steps were slow as I scanned for the list of class assignments. Class 1-A... that's the one I'd been placed in.
And there it was—the large door marked '1-A'. A wide grin spread across my face as I rushed forward and practically slammed it open.
"YEEEES! I'M HEEEERE!" I yelled excitedly.
Every head turned toward me—some unfamiliar, some vaguely familiar. And of course... the annoying guy with the glasses was here too.
"You… that strange kid. So we're in the same class, huh?" he asked, though this time, his tone was unexpectedly soft.
He extended a hand toward me, offering a handshake.
"I apologize for my first impression the other day. Let's start fresh. I'm Iida Tenya. And you are?"
I stood still, surprised, before slowly reaching out and shaking his hand.
"I'm... Aizawa Tsukasa," I said quietly.
We both smiled—this time, Iida's smile was calm and sincere, no longer hiding sarcasm. But then, his face twitched suddenly.
"Ow!!" he yelped, yanking his hand away in pain.
He rubbed it furiously. "What the heck was that?!"
I casually raised my hand, revealing a small electric shock device I had hidden in my sleeve.
"You jerk!!"
"BAHAHAHA!!" I burst out laughing, holding my stomach from how hard I laughed.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud, and a new face appeared—a scowling guy with a perpetual glare. He looked like he wanted to pick a fight with the whole world.
His leg was casually propped up on the desk like he owned the place. No regard for manners at all.
"Hey! Put your leg down! That's not proper behavior around your classmates!" Iida snapped.
The guy said nothing, just gave a piercing glare, eyes glowing with a 'don't mess with me' vibe.
Near the door, we spotted Midoriya peeking in nervously, clearly spooked.
"Whoa—Midoriya!!" I ran over to him, and Iida followed closely behind.
"Hello, I'm Iida Tenya," he greeted politely.
Midoriya raised both hands quickly, gesturing for them to stop where they were.
"Midoriya… You know what that exam was really about now, don't you? I completely misjudged you," Iida began, his voice overly theatrical. "I must admit, you're a good person."
Midoriya just gave a sheepish smile, nodding awkwardly.
"Ah! You're that curly-haired guy!" a cheerful girl's voice called from the doorway.
"Just like Present Mic said, you made it! Yay! And your punch back then—it was amazing!" she said, waving enthusiastically.
Midoriya blushed and looked down, muttering, "It… it was nothing."
There was a brief silence. Meanwhile, I stood off to the side, rubbing my chin as I thought back to something she'd said.
"So that loud-haired weirdo is called Present Mic, huh? No wonder he's so noisy," I muttered without much thought.
The room gradually filled with chatter, laughter, and warmth—the first true signs of life at school.
"If you're just here to make friends, go do it somewhere else." That familiar voice cut through the noise.
And there he was... my dad, lying in front of the doorway with his beloved body pillow like it was the most normal thing in the world. I jumped in surprise and shook my head slowly.
"Oh god, Dad… Did you work so late you forgot to sleep again?" I asked, exasperated.
Everyone in the room turned toward me, eyes wide, confusion blooming on their faces at my words.
Dad stood up slowly, unzipping the pillow and slipping into his usual black uniform.
"Don't call me that, Tsukasa. I may be your father, but right now, I'm your teacher."
I gulped and scratched my head awkwardly. "Alright then… Sensei."
He turned to face the class with his usual sleepy expression.
"My name is Aizawa Shouta. I'll be your homeroom teacher."
The class stared, stunned, looking back and forth between me and him. Without delay, he pulled something from his pocket and held it out—a dark blue sports clothes.
"Now put this on and head to the training field."
Chaos erupted in the classroom, everyone buzzing about the sudden command. And in that moment, Dad looked forward—not at anyone else—but directly at me, with a subtle, knowing smile.
"Are you challenging me again, Dad?" I whispered in my heart, quietly answering his smile with my own.