Aizawa groaned, leaning into his desk chair as he stared at the piles of student files in front of him. So many problem children he had to deal with. Academics, personality traits, and just fucking ptsd on scales no therapist would touch. The most concerning of which was the living contradiction of issues that was Suzuki Iruma.
As if the naivety and quirk problems weren't enough, he barely had an existing school profile. It was just a sheet of paper that confirmed he existed, and nothing else. … Well it also confirmed his grades were terrible but the written exam proved him already on that one.
Now he had the option of either trying to discover whoever the hell 'Bunny-sensei' was, open an investigation on the boy, spend a year trying to learn of it himself, or talk with his parents. Options number one and three were the most compelling. "Aizawa, I haven't seen you in a while." And in came Yagi, walking in with a stack of papers. Of course the moron waits until the last second to do his work.
"What? Too busy with interviews?" He snarled at the hidden number one hero. He was a good hero but terrible with everything else.
"No, because you're either in school or everyone else is asleep." Alright, he would give him that one. "So how are you students this year? A pile of potential I hope." He seemed particularly invested in that, even if there was the excuse of teaching them tomorrow.
"None of them have zero, I can tell you that much." Aizawa vaguely admitted. It was true, or else he would've gone through with his usual expulsion and re-enrollment method. "Although there's one or two that'll be a problem if we can't nip it in the bud soon." He sent Yagi two of the most concerning files, Suzuki and Todoroki.
"Oh, I see." His eyes widened largely. Bingo, a connection. Couldn't be with Todoroki, the boy's father would have demolished city blocks to keep All Might from his house.
"I take it you're connected with Suzuki? I'm having a bit of trouble understanding him and whatever this 'Bunny-sensei' that taught him wanted.
"Actually …" Yagi sat down. "That would be me." It took Aizawa three seconds to realize the logic in the 'Bunny-sensei' before he snorted, holding back full blown laughter. "It's not that funny."
"Right...Bunny-sensei…" He barely held in the chuckling. Ms.Joke wished she could get him to laugh like this. Once again, Suzuki appeared to be a mixed bag of both high potential and immense problems. At least it was entertaining as hell. "As his 'Sensei' I guess you'll give me some tips you've accumulated on dealing with him?" He wasn't going to ask about the connection, this was more important at the moment.
"I'm actually writing a book on it." The man wasn't joking, he could tell, and that made him worried. "But let me give you some starters. The boy will do anything you ask of him without question. I told him to drag three refrigerators around the city the entire day, and he did it without complaining once. The determination in that kid is practically endless." So a doormat. One one hand he could follow instructions well enough, on the other his leadership and confidence were down the drain.
"Oh, and he has a habit of sleeping outside. Never seen him enter his own house, always puts himself in a tent." Very concerning family life, might have to meet the bastards some point down the line after all, just great. "And while the scores surprised me, I know he also takes things very literally, he's not big on metaphors."
"So Suzuki is problem child number one. Go figure." Aizawa sighed. It was going to be a long year. "At least he knows not to use his quirk so recklessly. Almost made it to the top ten just with practical feats alone."
"I knew lifting all that garbage would get him in top shape." The moron grinned.
"... You gave him gloves for the rusty metal right? So he wouldn't develop Tetanus?"
"...Recovery Girl can heal that, right?" All right, priority number one just became 'protect Suzuki from his moron of a sensei'.
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Bakugou growled as he slammed the door shut. Stupid copy, doing great through the whole thing. It was fine, he just had a minor enhancer right? It wasn't like he was doing the whole thing QUIRKLESS RIGHT? "Damn it all." He growled quietly. He didn't want to disturb his mom.
He made his way up to his room and entered, looking at everything that adorned it. Training gear, sweat clothes, All Might memorabilia … and a single photo of that worthless De-Midoirya and himself.
"Where the fuck did you go?" He asked the unresponsive photo. "Why the fuck...why the fuck did you give up now?" The photo was of them when they were four, back before his quirk came in, back when being a hero was nothing more than a dream for both of them. Back when he and Dek-Midoriya could've been confused for equals.
"All that note taking, all that stalking, what was it for then?" There wasn't a single trace of any Midoriya left in their house aside from photos that his mom took for herself, hell, even Dek-Midoriya's stalker books were all gone. It was just an empty household. "What was the point of all of this if you were just gonna vanish … you couldn't have been a hero, you were quirkless." A lie.
"You were never going to make it to U.A." lie. "You were never going to surpass me." Lie. "You could never be like All Might." LIE. "You were better off jumping off a.." SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Bakugou simply laid there in silence, not talking or reading any more. He wasn't in the mood. "Katsuki, dinner will be ready soon!" He could hear his mother call. There wasn't the same old 'get the fuck down or i'll beat your ass' like it once was.
"Yeah. I'm coming." He wasn't in the mood to scream 'old hag'. It would've felt like kicking a downed puppy. Or a quirkless little bastard that dared to stand whem…' SHUT UP YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!'
Ignoring all the worthless thoughts in his head, he mindlessly walked over to the table, where it was just him and his mom. The old man was nowhere to be seen. "Sorry, your father went to grab something for me. It's just going to be the two of us for tonight." He nodded, looking at his plate of. .'oh you got to be fucking kidding me.'
"Sorry, I know you don't like reminders, but I couldn't think of anything else." His mom gestured to the plates of Katsudon.
"It's fine …" He began eating it, ignoring the taste.
"So how was school?" She asked awkwardly. "You always wanted to go to U.A. after all."
"It's fine. Extra's are a little annoying, but they're...decent competition." He shrugged, forcing the fried rice and pork down his throat. "I'm going to stomp them all during the first hero training class. Nothing to worry about." 'Don't bring up the copy, don't bring the copy…' "I..saw someone who looked like a blue Deku." Damn it.
"Oh, is he nice?" His mother looked over at him.
"Yeah, he has friends … goes by … Suzuki." He barely remembered it because everyone kept shouting it. Mostly because he kept doing funny shit and had a stalker on him.
"Wow, you know we used to be neighbors with the Suzukis back when we lived near the Midoriyas." Really? "Never knew they had a kid. Then again, I don't ever remember either of them having jobs, and they owned a lot of expensive stuff. Maybe it was all the yard sales. We actually got a mask that's supposedly 'haunted' or something." That creepy thing in the basement? He highly doubted it was haunted spiritually, just in looks.
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"Chocolate Disco everyone!" Shouted Ashido on stage, everyone cheering for this trashy pop song. Seriously, no taste in music. They were nice and all, but she needed to keep some standards. At this rate Jiro might have to bring her guitar to school to help these poor unfortunate souls.
"Chocolate? Where?" Suzuki asked with that confused face he's had the entire night, looking completely serious. In fact, he seemed to take everything seriously, like he had no concept for metaphors or analogies.
"No Iruma, it's the name of the song." Uraraka answered. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it, it's pretty popular." You mean tasteless.
"I've never listened to music before. I was always in the woods or too busy with my jobs." Huh. "This is actually one of the few times I've looked at anything with a screen at all. Never owned a phone or computer."
"Oh you poor soul, but don't worry about your cute little head, cause now Mina's gonna hook you up with some beats!" Ashido shouted. Jiro felt conflicted, on the one hand, he would be exposed to tasteless music. On the other, it would be her singing a song to him … yeah hard pass, she wasn't THAT great of a singer, she just dabbled.
"Oh I don't know...I've never sang before.." Looked like Suzuki was going to turn it down.
"Come on, please?"
"Sure!" Or he just does a complete one eighty and agrees to sing when he's never heard a single song before.
"Awesome, let me pick a song." As Ashido began messing around, Hagakure came back.
"I got us some juice you guys." The invisible girl plopped herself right between Uraraka and Suzuki. "I didn't know which one was your favorite, so I got you everything!" She planted the entire platter of drinks just for Suzuki.
"Oh I'm fine with anything, I'll just take the last of them." Suzuki smiled. "My taste pallet is pretty big."
"Oh no, I insist! Please take them all!"
"Okay!" That quick reaction any time someone just said please was very concerning. Almost as concerning as how quickly all the drinks disappeared.
"Wow, how thirsty were you?" Uraraka asked.
"No more than usual. I never know when I'm going to eat next."
"You must pace yourself young Suzuki, if you drink too much imagine the damage it could inflict on your stomach, or worse, your bladder."
"What damage? Food can't hurt you. It's what makes you live." And Suzuki was starting to sound like a little kid, the kind that doesn't know anything about the real world.
"Alright, I found a song with some simple lyrics, Suzuki!" Mina shouted. "Don't worry, it's a trio, so we can get you some backup … Jiro, you wanna go?" She shook her head. "Kaminari it is!" Oh right, the non-asshole blonde guy, the one without the tail. The one that sat next to her in class thought he was funny. Weirdo.
==
Lunch Rush was a master of his craft. His quirk allowed him to tell the dietary needs of any person he gazed at, allowing him to personalize every dish to perfection. For the kid with blade arms, dishes with heavy metal and calcium for bone structure. Thus heavy beef with a side of milk.
For the boy with the engine quirk, no dairy within the food at all to prevent clogging. Drinks and foods high in vitamins such as vitamin C will be much more proficient. "And once you get your food, we sit down and talk with each other." The boy spoke as he was handed his meal.
For the girl next to him, something that won't upset the stomach too much but still help development for later down the line. Best case would be something along the lines of mochi with a nice thick sauce. "And then we just hang out until the bell rings." She smiled. "Thank you Lunch Rush Sir."
"No problem, happy to help. Now then-"
"This is much better than what I normally do for lunch." The child of destiny spoke, with a stomach as bottomless as the void itself. No matter how much he stared, the abyss would not stare back at him, as if Lunch Rush was an insignificant speck. "Just finally glad I can have constant meals for once."
"Oh I know what you mean. My family's always a bit tight on money." The girl smiled, before looking confused. "Lunch Rush Sir, are you okay?"
Lunch Rush began to chuckle, then slowly build up laughter larger and larger as students looked at him like he was insane. "Finally! A worthy opponent! Our battle will be legendary!" He walked away, bringing out big bertha, placing large piles of food upon food on top of it, before handing the boy a mass of food that would be five times his own body weight.
"Lunch Rush Sir, I commend you for your kindness, but surely you cannot expect Suzuki to consume this all by himself." The engine boy started.
"I mean, I'm all for helping Iruma-kun, don't get me wrong." Spoke an invisible girl he handed a balanced plate on. She was just invisible, no special diet needed. "But don't you think this is a little overboard?"
"Can I have seconds?" Faster than anyone could blink, the child of destiny made the mountain sink into the abyss that was his stomach. "Please Food-Sama?"
"Of course, if you want to eat just come to me! I promise to fill up that stomach till you can't eat another bite!" Lunch Rush laughed, ignoring the horrified looks of other students.
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"So he ate … how much?" Red hair asked with wide eyes.
"About twenty Buffet tables worth, and even that's putting it mildly." Earphone girl answered her. "And he still asked for more."
"You're still hungry?! You're an absolute monster dude!" Grapehead shouted to Iruma.
"I'm just glad Food-Sama is so generous. I've never been able to eat that much before." Iruma smiled. He was such a nice man.
"Oh..such a healthy appetite." Toru spoke from behind him. She was nice too. She even gave him her lunch after Food-Sama left to buy more food. He seemed determined to conquer some sort of challenge. Iruma wished the cook the best.
"You are absolutely manly, little guy!" Red hair laughed and held out his hand. "I'm Kirishima, but feel free to call me Eijiro."
"Thanks, please just call me Iruma." Wow, he didn't think he'd make so many friends in his short time going to school. Wait, were they friends? He didn't know because he never asked. He'd have to do that at lunch tomorrow, since they would have more time before class.
"While Suzuki's appetite is both impressive and a very serious health concern." Why was it a concern? Food makes you healthy. Unless it was poison, then it made you sick. "We should all be seated before class starts!"
"We are seated, you're the only one standing." The yellow haired guy with a back bolt in it pointed out.
"I've got so much catching up to do! I'm falling too far behind!" Iida was a nice guy too, even if he came off as a little scary with all the yelling. Moved like a robot too. Was he a robot? He had metal in his legs.
"So does anyone know who our Heroics Teacher is?" Ochako asked the room. She was a nice girl, she helped him out and was really slow with introducing him to stuff.
"It's gotta be someone strong." The loud blonde guy spoke up. "This is U.A. They wouldn't get some nobody to teach everyone how to be a hero." Oh, so the teacher was gonna be super strong!
"There's rumors that it's someone in the top ten!" Red-Ejiro shouted. "Whoever it's going to be must be super manly!"
"I am here!" Oh, everyone got really excited for some reason. Bunny-sensei must really be popular. "Coming through the door like a normal person!" Then why were you shouting?
"It's All-Might!"
"He's our teacher, so cool!"
"He's got his Golden Age costume, that's awesome!"
"Hello there, Bunny-sensei!" Everyone was looking at him weirdly now. "Did I say something wrong?"
"You...All Might's the Bunny Sensei you keep talking about?" The tall big lipped guy in the back asked.
Bunny-Sensei looked like he wanted to say something, but there was no need. He could explain everything himself. "Yeah! He trained me for nine months by having me move garbage across the city! I got super buff from doing it."
They stared in complete silence. "Did … he made you do that?" Earphone girl asked.
"No, he said he wanted to make me stronger, which I needed since I didn't have a quirk back then." For some reason the Blond Explosion guy looked at him even stranger. "He said please, and I agreed." Now the Earphone girl looked at him weirdly.
"I can't believe it … All Might's nicer than we thought!" Eijiro shouted. "He taught you how to get super buff with community service AND let you nickname him Bunny-sensei?" Well yeah, he just said that.
"All Might is the best teacher ever!" Yellow hair shouted as well.
"Hooray for Bunny-Sensei!" Toru shouted.
"Bunny-sensei! Bunny-Sensei! Bunny-sensei!" Most of the class was cheering for it now. Now everyone knew just how great his Bunny master really was.