Chapter 4 - Back to School
By One Above All
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As one would blissfully sleep in their warm beds and dream of their desires, they grow unaware of what may assault them in their lowered guard. It inches ever closer to you and you would fall victim to its deafening screech.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"Ugh, shit."
For Victor Creed, it was the sound of his alarm. Reaching out to a certain part of his bed, his hand caught his phone and he checked the time. It read 6:40 in the morning. This told him one thing.
"Fuck, it's time to go back to school", said Creed tiredly as he got out of his bed. He stretches and performs his morning push-ups. After that, he gets out of his room and knocks at Logan's door.
"Hey, Logan. Wake up pal, it's finally time", Creed called out as Logan grumbled into his pillow. The young Canadian reached out for his phone to see the time and date. The three weeks after Creed's entrance exam was up and it was time for Logan to enter his first day as a Middle schooler in Japan. He got out of his bed and shook his head violently to remove the bed hair. Looking at the top of his dresser, he spotted the clothes that would be with him during his only two years of Somei junior high. His official Somei gakuran uniform. He dreaded the day would come when he would have to wear these damn rags. The only bright side is that he will not be the only one wearing it, but would it matter if everyone in this country had it on longer than he did. Some local bastard would just walk up to him and say that it did not look natural on someone like him.
Leaving his room, he meets up with Creed at the breakfast table and sees what they had for the morning. It was the usual, coffee and reheated leftovers. Still, Inko Midoriya is a damn good cook.
"You couldn't have bothered to make waffles?", asked Logan.
"We ran out of waffle mix, so we're going to have to go with what we got. God damn, that street vendor had the best damn waffles I've ever had.", answered Creed as he ate yesterday's fried rice.
"If only there was a waffle house in this prefecture or any prefecture", said Logan drinking his coffee.
Upon digging in, Creed decided it was best to see if his three jackass teammates were up as well for their first day as Yuuei students. Getting out his SHIELD communicator, he enters the multi-chat to see three screens waiting for the signal. Waiting for the jerks to answer, he continued to eat his breakfast and wondered how Yuuei was going to be like for them. Three years of it seemed like a long time to just help his neighbor get control over his power. He honestly does not know what was going in Carter's head when she decided to send them to Japan. But orders are orders, even if they did not make sense. Especially now since he's going to be taking orders from Doom of all people. He had never encountered the Doctor Doom from his Earth, but he knew that the Latverian punk was bad news for both sides. Hero or villain.
"What do you want, Creed?", said Erik as he dries his hair with a towel. Creed could see that apparently; he had just finished taking a shower. The two other screens lit up with the American and Latverian. Eddie Brock was eating his own form of breakfast and Victor von Doom appears to be already in the Yuuei uniform.
"What the hell?! Wait, Doom. Is that seriously the Yuuei uniform?", asked Creed in disgust.
"Unfortunately, yes. If not for the fact that they have our body measurements, this attire could have been better with the color pallet. How come you haven't seen yours yet?", said Doom.
"I haven't even taken it out of its box yet. Seriously, it looks like shit", said Creed.
"And from the look of it, Doom, you're already on the move. Did you seriously wake up that early? Some of us haven't even finished breakfast yet", said Eddie.
"Last three weeks had occupied my time with my personal projects. Putting some of the work requests from Forge on the side, all my progress has made major changes to my sleep schedule. I was working on something since the day before and decided to sleep early yesterday. If my calculations are right, then my work will only need three more days until it's finally complete", explained Doom.
"Other than Doom's little science project, how about the rest of you assholes. If you ask me, I really hope graduation comes early. I can't really stand school, not to mention the teachers we might run into. If they so much give me some lip, I'm going to them something to learn about", said a snarky Creed.
"Watch it creed. Our expulsion immunity can only cover so much depending on our decisions. An assault on one of the staff would most definitely get you removed. We are in Yuuei for our objective's sake and under the orders of Carter. If everything goes smoothly, it just might end quicker than we expect", said Erik.
"Mmph, didn't think you care for my neighbor that much, Erik", mocked Creed.
"I don't. But the faster Izuku learns to master One for All, the faster we can return to Europe and eliminate Hydra completely. So do try to not get in trouble Creed, otherwise it will be Carter you answer to", said Erik.
"Yeah, whatever. Speaking of schools, do any of you asshats have advice for my little bro. Today is his first day as a transfer second year student in Somei", said Creed as he turned the screens to face Logan. The three then looked at Logan who held slight nervousness to what they might say.
"Good morning Logan how are you holding up?", asked Eddie Brock.
"Not sure I'm up for it, Eddie. School is just another world for me now", answered Logan.
"As long as you avoid trouble and study, you will do fine Logan. The culture barrier may play a factor, but in time you will learn to adapt to any situation as you've always done", assured Erick.
"Don't let nobody drag you down, alright. You're stronger and smarter than you think. Looking out for yourself is a good idea, but it doesn't hurt to stick to the right crowd", assured Eddie.
They all looked to Victor von Doom for his advice to give to the young Canadian. He was currently passing through the Yuuei entrance. "What", he responded to their stares.
"Aren't you going to say something to help my bro with his first day?", asked an irritated Creed.
Doom sighed and then spoke. "Like what Erik and Eddie had said, you must be smart and cautious with your surroundings. However, you must also be confident. True, the culture barrier and the locals you'll be around might play a part. But it is all mere obstacles to undertake on the journey you set yourself out to be on. Being social should be a choice, not a hindrance. If they wish to stay away, then to hell with them. You alone should know what you want and need. That is all that is needed to be said", spoken Doom.
There was silence from the three, until Eddie spoke. "Wow, you actually gave some good advice. We half expected you to just stroke your own ego", said Eddie.
"It doesn't matter to me what you think, Brock. Overall, it will be up to Logan to find his way. Also, I expect the three of you to be here before the bell. Less I am stuck with the rumblings of some annoying teen among our new peers", said Doom as he shut off his communicator just as he entered the classroom.
"Well, it seems returning to school has gotten to Doom as it did to the rest of us", said a sarcastic Eddie.
"Or he definitely agrees that this whole op for some Japanese teenager who is going to be the world's next powerhouse is a waste of our time. Answer me this, Creed. Is Midoriya truly worth it? My patient is low, and my expectation is high", said Erik.
"Cool it, Lesher. You don't know Izuku like me and Logan do. He may not be a reincarnate, but he's a survivor like the rest of us. Trust me, if you guys get to know him more than just that one dinner, you'll see that he'll always be the guy at your corner", proclaimed Creed.
"And we will once we get to Yuuei. For now, let's just get ready for our first day. You too Logan, good Luck", said Eddie as he and Erik left the call.
Creed finished his breakfast and chugged his coffee. Letting out a breath, he allowed his healing factor to help his stomach rapidly digest his meal. Upon feeling satisfied, he looks to his right and sees the labeled unopened box that held his Yuuei uniform.
"For fuck's sakes, let's get this over with", said Creed as he grabbed the box.
The two Canadian brothers would finish their breakfast and prepare for the day. Meanwhile, a certain green haired fanboy would do the same thing with his mother. The day Izuku Midoriya received a holodisc that displayed All-Might announcing that he has been accepted in Yuuei, tears had filled his eyes and his excitement was ignited. He would then tell the news to Creed who was relieved that he and the guys wouldn't have to do plan B. When hearing about it, Izuku asked what plan B was. Creed told him that it was something he wouldn't like and that it involved deportation of a sort.
Nevertheless, after that day they celebrated by having dinner over at Erik's apartment. There, Inko Midoriya would be introduced to Erik Lesher, Eddie Brock, and Victor von Doom. being the mother of her son, she would know dearly just how empty Izuku's social life was. He would rarely ever talk about having friends in his now former middle school. So, imagine how bizarre it was for her when she heard that her son had quickly made three new friends, foreign ones especially. Apparently to her, Creed had introduced the three to Izuku and they all just hit it off. Overall, it's nice to hear that her son was being more social. From what she heard from Izuku and Creed, they sounded like an unorthodox bunch, but she would later see that they were way simpler than that. She also was impressed by their fluent Japanese.
Erik Lesher, the one who served dinner that night. He held a kind smile with a gentle voice when talking to her. He would make light conversations with her on what they have been doing during the nine months before the exam. Of course, he only used their civilian identities as the cover story. If Inko were to find out about their more classified involvement with Izuku, then she would never allow their closeness with him. On that night, the German teen had ensured their team's good relations with the mother of their objective. Eddie Brock simply acted as your typically friendly American, at least while he had enough material to make a talk about. Victor von Doom just stayed quiet and was on his phone the whole time. It was safe to assume that on that night the four boys wouldn't have any trouble with Inko Midoriya… for now.
Victor Creed was satisfied with that day. The guys had finally got to know the Midoriyas on a more personal level than just through a file. Even if some of them couldn't care less. Either way, he now had a more taxing problem to take on. The Yuuei Uniform.
"I'm really hating this uniform. This damn collar is not doing it for me, neither is this fucking tie", said Creed as he looks in irritation at his reflection on the mirror. The Yuuei uniform was something he wasn't looking forward to. At least it fitted comfortably on him, he just wished it didn't look so stupid.
"At least yours isn't as bad as mine, I seriously hate this. Plus, aren't you supposed to be wearing a tie?", Logan said as he looked at himself in his new black gakuran uniform.
"Screw the tie. Like hell I'm going to wear one", said Creed as he took off the tie and threw it in the closet. He and Logan got their backpacks together and exited the apartment room. They took a right and stood in front of the Midoriya's apartment door.
"I swear he better be ready. Three years of this shit is already long enough", said Creed as he knocks three times on the door.
"Izuku, Let's go bub. Yuuei awaits and I couldn't give a damn if we're late or not.",said Creed from his side of the door.
"Coming, Creed-kun", called out Izuku.
The green-haired fanboy had waited for this day and it had finally arrived. His next big step to being a hero. To be a student in Yuuei Academy. This was it. His tie adjusted, shoes tied, backpack ready, and his hopes high. He was about to reach the door, until his mother called to him.
"Izuku, are you all set?", asked Inko.
"Yeah", answered Izuku.
"Are you sure? You didn't just pack action figures, right?", Inko pressed on.
"I have everything. Now I have to go. I don't want to be late", said Izuku.
"Izuku", Inko called one more time.
"What", Izuku exacerbated. That was when he noticed the hopeful smile on her face and the glimmer in her eyes. What she was about to say would stick with Izuku through the morning for Inko had been meaning to say them since the day her son got accepted.
"I'm really proud of you son", happily said Inko.
He was embarrassed and happy by her words. Little did he know that the door was slightly open.
"Not to break the moment between a mother and her son, but we gotta hike it bub. The next train is going to be running", said Creed who peeked his head through the door.
"Morning, Mrs. M", greeted Logan who also peeked his head.
"Good morning, you two. It looks like you're ready for your first day", said Inko.
"Damn straight, Ma'am. Ready to go, Green bean", said Creed, who called Izuku by the nickname that he had given to him a few months back.
Izuku Midoriya was a little confused a long time ago being called Green bean by his Canadian friend. But eventually, he grew to welcome the nickname warmly. It's definitely better than whatever his old middle school would always call him. It told the fanboy that it means he wouldn't be alone at the beginning of his high school career.
"I'll see you soon, mom", said Izuku.
With that, the Canadian brothers and their neighbor departed from their apartment and headed to the next train to Yuuei Academy. On the train, they stood together within the cramped space. Izuku was squished in between Creed and Logan. He didn't really mind the conditions of the train. The crowding was something to get used to. Looking at each of the expressions of the two brothers, he could tell that they didn't like the cramped environment. However, there was another source of irritation in their slight scowls.
Thinking it through, Izuku got out his phone, but didn't turn it on. Tilting it left and right, the reflective black surface of the screen showed that some people in the train were looking at the direction of the two Canadians.
'Just as I thought, Creed-kun and Logan-kun must be irritated by the awkward staring they're getting from the other passengers. Foreigners are a rarity in Japan after all. I hope it doesn't discourage them the rest of the way', thought Izuku. He then felt a nudge to his left. Looking up, he could see Creed looking at him back.
"If you're wondering that we're bothered by the stares we're getting, then don't worry. Me and Logan don't really much care what they think of us", said Creed.
That had only slightly lifted some of Izuku's worries. It was then that their train stopped and the passengers had shifted to leave. The three looked at the current stop and it read they were on the street that led to Somei Junior High. This was Logan's stop.
"Looks like my stop. I'll see you guys later then", said Logan as he moved toward the exit. He stopped when he heard Creed called to him.
"Do your best, Logan", assured Creed.
"Have a great day at Somei, Logan-kun", assured Izuku.
Lifting a waving hand to assure them back, Logan walks through the crowd to be on route for his new middle school. As the train departed from the stop, Creed and Izuku were also en route for their new school. Yuuei Academy. Much to the knowledge of Creed and unknown to Izuku, A certain Latverian was already there and was waiting for the day to start.
… Meanwhile in a nearly empty Class 1-A room …
Sketching and writing calculations within his personal notebook, Victor von Doom blueprinted every possible installment to finalize his superior version of the Iron Man armor. Embodied from his latest line of switchblade, this work of technological art would be the steppingstone for future billion-dollar industry career and as well as the foundation of the mandatory heroics he will be performing. The last nine months have taught him that he will ensure his own success through his intellect and his cunning. Deprived from his mother's witchcraft, he was unable to gain a spiritual link with the mystical arts, whether they be light or dark. If he couldn't unite science with magic in his earlier years, then he will need to adapt and find a way intertwined his advanced science with another source of power that is commonly found on this Earth. Quirks.
This quirk gene is without a doubt the most convoluted concept within this Earth's biological and medical field of science. Two concepts to its existence remain constant. Quirk cells can be found microscopically within red blood cells and the gene will have a biological signal to label an individual with a quirk through the joints in their pinky toe. The genetic properties of the quirk gene are structured like Inhuman DNA, but functions like an X gene. Most humans with a rarity of animals have quirk cells that are structured differently. It's like snowflakes. They all look different.
This is all too apparent with his own quirk cells. Having looked at his bloodstream through the most advanced microscope he could create, he bore witness to the oddity that was his quirk cells. On one blood cell, the microscopic quirk cells were constantly changing shape and shifting through different shades of green. Another constant is that one certain shape and shade gleamed brighter as he used his quirk. Calculating the total number of combinations his quirk cells have, he estimated a total of 605 possible cells that correspond to his power. But that would be a problem for another day.
For now, the progression on his armor was his main priority. Thrusters and repulsers were simple, so was the HUD software. His take on an Arc reactor took some time due to a lack of materials needed to make one. The current technology on this Earth irritated him to no end. So much building and inventing was needed to get this far, but it was all worth it to have created the new line of original tech that would have been available back in his original Earth.
Looking through the pages, Victor von Doom felt satisfied. This armor will take his quirk percentage to a higher level, especially with the installed quirk-filters. Opened vacuum breaches within the armor shall provide passage for the quirk to be emitted. The microfibers woven into the quirk stabilization uniform will perform the rest. All the parts were set and all that was needed now was a field test. When though? Flipping to a blank page, he would begin scribbling possible times to perform the armor's functions. Remembering many of Eddie's near run-in with Japan's nightly heroes, he would need to schedule it for possible locations outside of Japan.
Doom's train of thought was then ruined by the sudden sound of the door sliding open. Quickly closing his notebook and putting it back in his bag, he would posture himself with a sit back position and his arms crossed. He eyed the door and waited for whoever was about to enter the room. What came first was an audible yawn.
"Man, why did I have to wake up so early again? Probably a first for me. Hopefully, the hotties in this class will make these three years worth it", said a nonchalant Japanese teen with blonde hair. A noticeable aspect of his hair cut is the black lightning-shaped streak on the left side. Upon hearing his voice and already assuming his personality, Doom wishes he were anywhere else right now.
The blonde Japanese teen was about to remove his backpack and find a desk to claim but was halted by the random sight of a westerner at the back of the room. The two locked eyes and to the blonde teen, the room felt tense. As the Foreigner's eyes held a frightening coldness and a dark calculative green glow, the blonde teen could feel his soul being read and his existence being judged.
'Man, this foreign guy is intense', the blonde mentally gulped.
Victor von Doom ceased his judging of the local teen and shifted his eyes to the board at the front of the room. The blonde teen had then felt relief flow through his whole body. Not wanting to get that intense feeling again, he just sat at the nearest desk and got out his phone. Looking through the posts on the social media apps on his phone, he started to feel more at ease upon sight of all the vibrant pics of his favorite celebrities. In some cases, pics with rather lewd displays of famous female heroes would appear as well.
Seeing that the blonde idiot was now occupied with his phone, Doom would silently reach for his notebook to continue sketching his blueprints for his armor. Unfortunately, another new peer would enter the room. Cursing his luck, he silently and irritatingly shifted his eyes to the newcomer.
"HEY, WHAT'S UP EVERYONE", the new student bluntly cheered into the room. Doom couldn't hate the current situation any more than he could. This loud and annoying peer had spiky red hair and sharp teeth. He can understand that everyone's biology is different due to quirk, but do they really have to have such vibrant hair. The Latverian could only wonder what other oddities may arrive this potential failure of a class.
The red-haired teen didn't receive a response to his greeting and then realized that there were only two other people in the room. Scratching the back of his head, he thought that it wasn't a good idea to be loud as an introduction. Looking at who was in the room, he took note of a fellow countryman who was surprised by his loud entrance and what could be the first foreigner he has ever met in person. Remembering the bus ride back home, the other applicants had been talking massively about some foreigners who had destroyed many of the mock villains and even taking on their zone's giant zero pointers. Feeling hyped to talk to someone who might have fought something that big, he eagerly redid his greeting.
"Eh sorry for that, hi. My name is Eijiro Kirishima, I'm ready to show everyone just how manly I could be", declared a grinning Eijiro.
The blonde teen was a little surprised by the newcomer's loudness, but it's good to have someone else to talk to other than the intense foreigner. Getting out of his desk, he walked over to Eijiro.
"At least you're friendly, my name is Denki Kaminari. You as stoke for this hero course as I am", greeted Denki.
"You bet. I've trained for so long for this. I'm even more excited that All-Might is going to be teaching here", said Eijiro.
"Damn right, I was in it for the hero course. But to have the number one hero as a teacher, I'm pretty sure we're going to be bigshots by graduation", said Denki.
As the two talked about how the rest of the course was going to be, Doom sighed mentally and shut his eyes to start his concentration. Cancelling any noise, he enters a meditation from his seating position to see whether he truly has lost his link with magic. There was a flecker here and there, but truly he needed an occult fragment of mystical energy to embody with. Eventually, he will retain his sorceries and it will be then that he shall feel his full potential. Powerful science, powerful magic, and even one day a powerful quirk. He will see to it that he becomes a mighty triad of power to rival that of any hero on this Earth. Hydra will feel the full might of such abilities. And on their death, Latveria shall be free and thriving again.
"Hey, you there", asked a voice that wasn't his.
Victor von Doom snapped out of his thoughts and opened his dark brown eyes to see an offending hand in his personal space. He followed the limb to see that it was the loud redhead.
"Never met a westerner before, hope we can get along. My name is Eijiro, what's yours", greeted Eijiro.
At that moment, all Doom wanted to do was smack the hand away and gripped the neck of this wrech. But knowing that his current position as a hero in training representing SHIELD, he decided for the sake of it he will be friendly… for now.
"So, I've heard, I am Victor von Doom. your enthusiasm is… overwhelming", greeted Doom.
"Sure, be friendly with him, but give me the death stare", said Denki.
"That's because you didn't introduce yourself. So, we are the three that have arrived first in this class 1-A. Although it is none of my business, but just why have you two arrived this early. Doesn't seem normal for your usual teenager to eagerly show up during this time in the morning", said Doom.
"I pretty much woke up early, because I couldn't wait to get this school year started. This place has been the top school to teach pro-heroes. Hell, some of the top ten heroes have graduated from here", answered Eijiro.
"My folks decided it was best if I took my sleep schedule seriously, so they pretty much told me to time my sleep if I was ever going to do good", answered Denki.
'An over-optimistic and a half-ass. Just brilliant, Yuuei. Really", thought a sarcastic Doom.
"I arrived early due to my sleep schedule as well. I've been working on some personal project and so I mistakenly awoke during four in the morning. I could only predict that we will be seeing our peers in roughly ten more minute", proclaimed Doom.
Eijiro and Denki looked at one another for how this westerner carried himself. Eijiro grinned and let out his opinion of the one named Victor von Doom.
"Man, you really sound like a guy who owns an agency. Plus, your Japanese is perfect. It's like you've been living here for years", said Eijiro.
"By this time, I've actually been living in Japan for nine and a half months now", said Doom.
"So hey, not to sound assuming, but your name is kinda… weird", said Denki.
"If you were suggesting that it might be because the word "Doom" is my last name, then do please let your opinion be heard. I've learned to live with it. There shouldn't be any shame with living by a family name", said Doom.
"It sounds manly though. So, where in the world are you from?", asked Eijiro. It was then that the two Japanese teens noticed the foreigner looking down until he answered with narrowed brows.
"Europe. Latveria specifically", coldly said Doom.
The two were silent by that response. From what they heard from the media; Europe was still suffering from civil wars. Media posts had shown some really graphic images. Families ruined, homes burned down, and cities completely wrecked by the battles between the European pro-heroes. Never would they imagine that a possible civil war victim would be a student in their class. Looking a bit closer at the Latverian's face, there was a small horizontal scar under one of his eyes. That was all the proof they needed to know that this guy has seen some shit.
"S-sorry for bringing that up. I didn't think that you we-", said Eijiro but was cut off by Doom's hand.
"It's fine. Let's just drop it and focus on the future. We're here to be heroes after all", said Doom as he returned to being content and calm.
"R-right, so can I ask you one more thing?", asked Eijiro.
"What is it", said Doom.
"Were you one of the foreigners that beat your zone's zero pointers?", asked Eijiro excitingly.
"Yes, I was", answered Doom.
"SERIOUSLY, NOW WAY. Is your quirk really that strong? What kind of training have you done to be that good?", rapidly asked Eijiro.
"Calm yourself. To be honest, I don't really know much of my own quirk as well. The doctors of my country couldn't even identify it with any of the equipment they had. All I could assume of it is that it is a type of particle manipulation", said Doom.
"You don't know your own quirk. well, from what I heard it sounded like you really know who to use it to the fullest. Must have been one hell of a fight against that zero pointer, right?", asked Eijiro.
"I was the only one with the will to take on the mechanical brute. The others fled like cowards as I showed my superiority", said Doom.
'Oh great, an ego to go with that cold personality', thought a nervous Denki.
"Ten minutes are up", Doom said suddenly.
The two were going to ask, but then another newcomer entered the room.
"Hey Eijiro, where were you? I had to look at a map to know where you were", childly whined a pink skin girl.
"Sorry Mina. I just got excited to see who else is in this class with us", apologized a grinning Eijiro.
Denki looked at the pink girl called Mina and thanked to whatever god that were going to be some cute honeys in the hero course. He then realized something. The Latverian guy named Victor had predicted that someone would arrive in ten minutes. Looking at the clock, it had been ten minutes since the first time they talked. He looked at Victor with a curious and weirded outlook. 'Seriously, this foreign guy is intense', he thought.
Victor von Doom didn't say anything during the exchange between Eijiro and this Mina girl. The personal lives of his new peers are something he plans to have no interest in. The pink girl's presence only proves to him that more colorful characters are soon going to be a part of his high school career. 'Honestly Carter, is this an op or a punishment', thought Doom as he is reminded that he is unfortunately a teenager once more.
"Well whatever, I can't wait for what we're going to go through in this hero course. And hey, who are these guys?", asked a now chipper Mina.
Getting out of his curiosity for the Latverian, Denki Kaminari walked up and put up his best lady killer face. This made Victor look away at such idiocy.
"The name's Denki Kaminari, babe", said Denki with a finger gun and a wink.
Mina saw the weak attempt at flirting with her coming from a mile away but decided to give a friendzone grin. She then looked at the foreign guy who sat at a desk. She had to admit, he was definitely a looker on his part. The stylish brushed up fringe with his soft dark brown hair, the stoic expression, and the horizontal scar under his eye. He seemed like those handsome teen actors from western movies.
"Hey, how about you, mister foreign guy?", Mina asked as she walked past Denki who slumped at the non-response. Victor really hoped that he didn't do any more of the same introductions. Mina then comes up in front of Victor's desk.
"Are you excited to become a hero? Cause I sure am", said Mina.
"I believe becoming a hero was the sole purpose of being accepted here. Yuuei Academy has much to be desired, less they disappoint", said Doom as he really wanted to get away from this girl's cheeriness. It's no wonder her and Eijiro know each other. He could only wonder what was taking his so-called team so long to get here.
… Meanwhile on the first floor of the Yuuei main building …
An elegant and prim hand tapped at an elevator button. As she waited for the elevator to arrive, she wondered just how her time in Yuuei could be like. Being accepted by recommendation, she had made sure that she provided only the best of her abilities to prove that she's hero material. Taking out a mirror, she examined herself to see if anything was any imperfection. Throughout her time in the wealthy class and higher learning, she has always known that one must be calm and collective for their first of anything. In truth though, she was a bit nervous for this being the beginning of her high school career. Her thoughts were then interrupted by a voice behind her.
"Oh sorry, I didn't see where I was going", said a boy.
"It's fine, you were wobbling as you walked", said another boy.
Turning around, the girl at the elevator could see two boys talking to each other. The first that spoke had short blonde hair and a rather huge tail. The other boy was tall, had silver hair, and six arms. Apparently, the blonde one had mistepped and brushed against the tall one. The two boys then saw her and walked over.
"Pardon us, but is this elevator going to the floor that holds class1-A?", asked the boy with the tail.
"Yes, actually. It's my first year here", said the girl.
"Ours as well", said the six armed teen.
"Oh, then introductions are needed. I'm Momo Yaoyorozu", greeted Momo.
"I'm Mashirao Ojiro", greeted Ojiro.
"Mezo Shoji, a pleasure", greeted Shoji.
"And I'm Mineta", leaped in small teen named Mineta.
The three had jolted in surprise at the sudden appearance of the small grape-headed boy. The unexpected arrival of Mineta had even occurred at the same time as the elevator opening. Rolling with odd occurrences, the four first years got into the elevator and Ojiro tapped the button to send them to their desired floor. Before the elevator could close, another odd occurrence appeared.
"HOLD THAT ELEVATOR", said a New York voice as a handheld it open.
The four first years were then introduced to a tall Caucasian teen entering the elevator. Mineta was a little intimidated by the American. Momo and Ojiro were wide eyed as well. Shoji shared the feeling, but then recognized the American's face.
'It's you', thought Shoji. Entering the elevator, the western teen in front of him was revealed to the one who saved him from the fall caused by the zero pointer from the entrance exam.
"make some room, sorry for the tight fit", he continued to talk in English. With that, the elevator had finally rose from the first floor. The trip was quiet to say the least. Uncomfortable was the right term. Momo and Ojiro couldn't really make what of the foreigner on their right. He was as tall as Shoji. Very masculine as well with the muscle bulging from his shirt. His facial expression showed no care for the current circumstance. Overall, he seemed like a guy that holds little tolerance for anything strict.
Momo continued to eye him until the American looked at her from the corner of his eye. She didn't know how to respond to the awkward contact, but that's when she saw his right hand slightly rose. He motioned his hand to point down, signaling to her to look down. She did and then her focus was no longer on the American.
"ugh hey, what are you looking at", said an offended Momo who caught Mineta looking her thighs with drool dripping from his mouth. He then realized and made a pathetic attempt at a recovery.
"eh, I wasn't looking at anything", said Mineta who fain innocence.
"you're a real freak, you know that", said the American in Japanese which surprised the others.
"hey, wait, so you can speak in our language", accuse Mineta who pointed at the American.
"yeah, I can. I took Japanese speaking classes", said the American.
"then why didn't you speak it before?", asked Ojiro.
"I didn't think it mattered", answered the American. It was then that the elevator opened and revealed their desired floor. The first to leave was the American who left the first years behind them. They then followed and then Shoji spoke.
"pardon me", said Shoji.
The American turned around to face the six-armed teen.
"do you remember me?", asked Shoji. The American squinted his eyes and then remembered.
"oh yeah, you're that guy who nearly fell off the building", he said.
"yes, I am. I never really got the chance to thank you for that save. So, thanks, I'm Mezo Shoji", said Shoji who offered a hand.
The American looked at the hand that was offered and decided 'why the hell not'.
"I'm Eddie Brock. So, you were able to get accepted here", said Eddie.
"Indeed, I was. Your quirk in the entrance exam was amazing. To take on that zero pointer must of have taken so much strength", complemented Shoji.
Ojiro, Momo, and Mineta were shocked by this. This foreigner had fought something that big.
"it really wasn't that hard. But hey, are you three also first years? I need to get to the room that's class 1-A", said Eddie.
"oh, are you going to be a part of that class too?", asked Momo.
"pretty much, so do you guys know the way? This is the correct floor, right?", asked Eddie.
"yes, it is. It's further down the hallway", said Ojiro.
"thanks", simply said Eddie.
With that, Eddie Brock continue his track to the classroom. Momo, Ojiro, and Mineta just couldn't make head or tails of the American they have just met. They figured he is just a man of a few word. Something that Shoji could sympathized with. As Eddie was about to reach the door to the classroom, someone else beat him to it.
"move it, gaijin", said an angry teen with the most hostile emotional spectrum that Eddie had ever sensed.
The angry teen entered the room and Eddie remained quiet, knowing that it would be pointless to start fights this early into high school. It then dawns on him that he was the same angry local that sat next to them back at the entrance exam. It seems he got accepted.
"I see you ran into Bakugo as well", said a familiar voice. Eddie turns around to see Erik Lesher.
"still as sparky as the last time we saw him", said Eddie.
"indeed. As I got to an elevator, he had rudely went passed me and proceeded to threaten me with death by his explosion quirk. He even ordered me to pass on the threat to you, Doom, and Creed. He apparently remembers us as the "shitty gaijins" that were with Deku who I'm going to assume is Izuku", said Erik.
"must have been a rough elevator ride", smirked Eddie.
"I was tempted to just crush the damn thing with him in it. Unfortunately, he holds some value to our objective for reasons I will never understand", said Erik.
"pretty sure Creed will agree with you there", said Eddie.
"obviously. Much like Izuku, we're also going to be stuck with Bakugo for the next three years", said Erik as he and Eddie moved to sit in their assigned seat. Unfortunately, their desks were to Bakugo's left and right.
"hey, who said you damn gaijins can sit next to me", said an irritated Bakugo.
"the syllabus we received by mail had informed us that these are indeed our assigned desks. So, there's not much point for you to argue about it", said Doom who was to Erik's left. Bakugo, who has little care for what bullshit comes out of the extras around him, scoffs at whatever facts are thrown at him.
"so, how has your morning been, Doom?", asked Erik.
"it's been a rather social heavy experience. I've had several who kept asking just where in Europe was I from. And when it's not that, they would ask why is my last name Doom. Honestly, the nerve of them", said an irritated Doom.
"they're just children, Victor. They don't have the same experience as we do. However, you're right on one thing. Once Creed gets here, our Japanese peers will find it to be quite an oddity that four westerners are attending the hero course at the same time. What should be the excuse if some would to try make some assumptions on our presence", said Erik.
"I hacked into the Yuuei servers and databanks. It's been decided that our homeroom teacher is a mister Shota Aizawa. He was one of the teachers that were there when Agent Woo had that meeting with the principal. Reading through his profile, I'm willing to gamble that due to his close ties with the rest of the staff that he will most like not keep our presence here as a coincidence. He will absolutely reveal our positions in the SHIELD youth division and as well as the partnership between SHIELD and Yuuei. Overall, it will be fruitless to prolong the inevitable truth of our participation in this hero coarse. All we need to be cautious about is the secret between Toshinori and our objective, less we want anyone to find out", explained Doom.
As the two Europeans talk, Eddie Brock lowered his head into his arms and contemplated on what the rest of the year was going to be. The possible good times. The possible bad times. The possible weird times. He just let himself go into a daydream and be lost in it. He would have gone deeper into his mind if it wasn't for yet another familiar voice.
"Ribbit, I actually graduated from Salty Banks Middle School", said a froggy voice.
Eddie's eyes lit up and he looked around to find her. There she was talking to Mina and a girl with ear jacks. Activating his quirk Emotion Sonar, he once again was entranced by her blissfully flowing calmness. It was euphoric, like being on a cloud or experiencing what it could be like to bloom like a flower. Soon, it became too much for him and then he passed out.
"recent reports say that Yelena and her team will be a part of class1-B on the day after tomorrow", Erik was then cut off from his intel providing when he and Doom heard an audible bonk at Eddie's desk. They look to see Eddie completely asleep. They'll just chalk it up as him being tired from a craving.
"pardon me", said a new voice that was next to Doom.
Victor von Doom turned to his left to see a glasses wearing teen who was no taller than himself. 'This better be good', he thought.
"and you might be?", asked Doom.
"I am Tenya Iida. if I may recall, weren't you two and the fellow there with another foreigner who sat next to someone with curly hair?", asked Iida.
"indeed, we are. What of it?", said Doom.
"well, considering the fact the three of you have been accepted into the hero course, it only seems logical all five of you would arrive together. I hold no quarry toward you three and I'm willing to let go any towards your friend with blonde hair. I merely wish to speak to the curly-haired one of what happened back at the entrance exam. You see, I had misjudged him. I thought him an unworthy deviant of a foolish character when actually in him was someone who was more heroic than I could be", said Iida
Doom and Erik gave him the "are you serious" face. they didn't really much cared for whatever feelings he had towards them anyway. His problems were his own and it was even more annoying that he gives a damn speech about it.
"if you really wish to meet with them, then you're going to have to wait. Those two will arrive soon", said Doom.
"I see. Then just as show of sportsmanship, might I acquire your names so we may better common grounds in the future", said Iida.
"Victor von Doom"
"Erik Lesher. And the one at the end who's sleeping is Eddie Brock"
"might I asked why your friend is sleeping even though homeroom could start at any minute?", asked a suddenly serious Iida who started to move his hands in awkward motions.
'this fucking guy', thought both Doom and Erick.
… Meanwhile in the hallway …
"Creed-kun, we're going to be late for homeroom on the first day", cried Izuku.
"we got five more minutes, quit your crying", said Creed.
The two neighbors were jogging through the halls to find their classroom "this is it, class 1-A", said Izuku spotting the door.
"that's a big door. Probability for any fat asses who were lucky to be here", said Creed who remembered his run-ins with Fred Dukes.
"do you have to be so mean, Creed-kun?", asked Izuku.
Izuku then tried to reach for the door but stopped as his hand shook from nervousness. Creed sighed at the sad display.
"what is it now? Afraid to face the teach or something?", asked Creed.
"it's not that. It's just what if Kacchan or that stern guy from the entrance exam is in this class with us", said a worried Izuku.
"then I'll just kick their asses if they try something, alright. And besides, what are the chances that they are here?", said Creed as he opens the door for Izuku. They both went in to see that their luck was shit. For at the back of the room, Iida was correcting Bakugo for how he was seating on a desk.
"put your legs off of that desk now", ordered Iida.
"oh", mocked Bakugo.
"it's the first day and your already disrespecting school property you creatine", said Iida.
"did your old school put a stick up your ass, or were you just born with it", mocked again Bakugo.
"let's start over, I'm Tenya Iida from the Somei junior high", said Iida.
"Somei, eh. So, you think your better than me. I'm going to have fun tearing you a new one", threatened Bakugo.
"you would threaten me, your own classmate. Are you sure you're in the right place", said a shocked Iida.
Getting over with being threatened, Iida had then caught sight of Izuku and Creed. Doom and Erik had also caught sight of them. They wondered just what took them so long. "it's them", said Iida. Everyone in the room then turned to the two newcomers at the door. Some of them were surprised to see yet another foreigner in the class. The attention had made Izuku flustered and Creed scowled.
"oh um, hi", said Izuku nervously.
"all of you can go fuck yourselves", said Creed as he flipped them off. This had Izuku gapping he quickly acted.
"I'm sorry for my friend's bluntness. Forgive him, he doesn't mean it", Izuku said as he bows to the class.
Tenya Iida had decided to approach Izuku, until Creed got in his way.
"hold it, bub. If you think I'm going to let you run your mouth again at us, then you better be ready for an ass kicking", threatened Creed.
"Creed-kun wait", said Izuku who didn't want there to be a fight.
"If I may, there's something that I actually wish to say to the both of you", requested Iida.
"like hell I'm going to here it, I should-", Creed was then cut off when Izuku stood in front of him.
"Creed-kun, let's hear him out", pleaded Izuku. Creed rolled his eyed and nodded his head as an acceptance. Izuku felt relief.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya, and this is my friend", introduce Izuku.
"Victor Creed", greeted Creed who had his teeth gritted.