Okay so first of all, thank you all so much for 1k reads! It means so much to me to know that people are reading something I wrote. I seriously didn't think anybody would want to read this but... 1k reads... Thank you all SO much!
Second thing this next crossover, I'm probably gonna mess a few things up since I'm kinda going of memory so... yeah sorry about any inconsistensies. And there almost a guarantee I'll mess up a few names so... just bare with me, kay? Thanks.
Author- Now let's do this! *throws pompoms in the air* Whoohoo!
Nico- yay.
Will- More enthusiasem, Nico!
Nico- Fine. Y. A. Y. There. Happy?
Will- Yes :)
Author- Yay! I'm feeling happy so let's freaking do this!
Aizawa P. O. V. (crying inside because I have no clue what I'm doing)
I'm teaching(sleeping. He was sleeping) when suddenly, out of nowhere the temperature in the 1A classroom suddenly unexpectedly drops. When I breath out, I could even see my own breath. If course I immediately suspect that troublesome Todoriki kid and am surprised when he looks just as confused and shocked as the rest of the class.
"Isn't me." He blantly says shrugging nonchalantly. Well then. .. what's happening. Suddenly suspecting, perhaps a villain attack or something, I signal my students and I watch with hidden pride as they all silently and stealthily ready themselves. We were ready for anything... except for a giant portal between my desk and the students, dumping out three teens in a chaotic pile, then disappearing in a flash of white light. These kids seemed to be around the age of my students I notice in surprise.
Two of them have a school uniform on. The smaller lies face down, blue hair strung up into two ponytails, a light yellow blue best on over her? his? standard issue uniform shirt and pants. Next to... it, lies, back to the floor, a boy with vibrant red hair and the same kind of uniform with a jacket over it all. Then the last teenager isn't wearing the uniform. About in the middle of the two heights of the others, this boy have raven black hair and instead of a uniform wears a seemingly oversized gray sweatshirt with streaks of green and blue and tight jean pants. They all seem to be unconscious.
"Somebody, go get the principal. Another, get over here and check if they're unconscious or not. Everyone else, stay ready. They may be villians." I lazily instruct my students. The class representative is out the door before I know it and Miss Kyoka uses her quirk to poke at the three from a distance while the rest of the class surrounds the figures in the floor, in ready, fighting stances. Nothing happens. We wait a few more seconds. Nothing.
Everyone gives a sigh and relaxes. They were unconscious and would lose no threat at the moment.
(LOL, like the author would let that happen)
Out of nowhere, the black haired begins to shift and mutter sending all the students scrambling for their weapons and ready stances. A few seconds of incomprehensionable muttering later, the boy eyelashes flutter and eyes shoot open seconds later.
The first thing to come out of the boys mouth is, "Freaking wait, you creepy, shifty voice! You just had to... Ugh!!!!" He groans placing his hands over his eyes, "Stupid dreams. Stupid, stupid *muttering* dreams."
Taking initiative Uraraka comes forward, "Erm, hello?" She tries catching the boys attention and stopping his muttering. Hearing her voice, he throws his body up groaning softly then turning his head and peircing, enchanting eyes upon Uraraka.
"Hi." He nods to her. Wow, okay, that was straightforward.
"Oh, hello! My name's Ochaco Uraraka! It's a pleasure to meet you..." She stops prompting the name of this boy.
"Oh, uh... Johnson. Peter Johnson. That's my name. Yeah..." He says and I can tell that isn't entirely true, but I let it go.
"How did you (sorry there's gonna be a bit of cursing since it's Bakugo...) shitty extra get in here?" Bakugo spots glaring down at the boy. Not even flinching, the boy gazes back like he's thinking.
"A portal? Maybe? I mean, I'm not exactly SURE." The boy admits.
"Are you a villian?" Kirishima asks which prompts a weird look from Peter.
"No?" He says face showing obvious confusion.
"What's your quirk?" Midoriya asks notebook already open a pen at the ready.
"Quirk. A noun meaning a peculiar behavioral habit. Synonyms may include oddity, eccentricity, and peculiarity." The boy suddenly sprouts then blushes crimson red, "Sorry, a friend of mine rubbed off on me... I'm usually not this smart or knowledgable." He chuckles sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before looking down and FINALLY noticing the others. Yet, instead of shaking them or something like you'd usually expect he just sighs saying, " Nagisa, Karma cut the act." Seconds later the blue head and red head sit up.
"Sorry, about that," The blue head apologizes seeing our shocked faces, " We couldn't be sure you weren't a threat... I'm Nagisa by the way!"
"And I'm Karma!" The red head grins sending a shiver down almost everyone's spine.
"And just a question but... what do you mean... quirks?" Nagisa asks smiling sweetly as she? stands up pulling Karma up with her who in turn helps Peter up until all three are standing from on their faces.
"You know, the superpowers 80% of the population has? What's yours? Your quirk?" Modoriya asks observing the three as they exchange glances.
"Right. Your quirk. Which is basically a superpower. Right... " Peter restated as he seems to be wrapping his head around the idea.
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