opposites attract (but we're more than just that)

Chapter 1

The first thing Shinsou ever noticed about the hero department was that everything was big, shiny and very expensive. Even the doors on the classrooms looked like they cost more than his mother's apartment and everything inside it put together. Fuck, even the desks looked expensive. The Gen-Ed department was a whole lot more shabby than this, and Shinsou had thought it looked way too lavish to be a school on his first day.

The first time Shinsou had ever seen class 1-A was when he went there to scope out competition before the sports festival, and he had had to keep a straight face at the time, or his intimidation wouldn't have worked - in different circumstances, he might've geeked out, and actually tried to touch the desk where Eraserhead, the Eraserhead, sat at daily. But, alas, Shinsou had to hide his internal fanboying in favour of trying to frighten his opponents into submission. But it didn't work, and the boy with the broccoli hair had somehow broken out of his brainwashing and punched him, hard. He still had a little grudge about that. But it was whatever. Everyone had been trying to win. And the victor of the day had been the explosion boy who had declared his win at the start of the festival, Shinsou had thought the boy was way, way too cocky, but he had achieved the No. 1 spot at the end of the day. Even if he had had to be chained up. Like a villain. Which let to the boy's subsequent kidnapping by, you guessed it, villains. Out of all the 1-D students, Shinsou was the only one who thought that fiery teenager would stay a hero. Why go to all the trouble of trying to become the best hero if you would join the villains without a second thought? None of the other kids thought like he did though, and watching people whisper about the villainous student sent pinpricks through his heart - that'd been him for so many years. But that wasn't the point. Shinsou had performed so well at the sports festival that he had got numerous offers for internships with top pro-heroes, the students in his class called him the star of their department, and he was finally, finally, acknowledged for his hard work. And then boom, a visit from Eraserhead during the break, inviting him to join his class. Class 1-A. To become a hero. An actual hero. His mother couldn't stop crying for hours she was so proud. And he would be lying if he said he didn't tear up a little bit. Just a little. Apparently, a boy with some sort of animal quirk found his passion for inventing and moved into the support course. Shinsou still couldn't figure out why someone would just give up their chance to be a hero, but he wasn't complaining.

And then just a day later, Shinsou got an offer from Eraserhead to do an internship with him. Shinsou had got whiplash from how quickly he had said yes. he had spent the whole holiday training his quirk, learning how to use his voice changing mask and trying to wrap his head around how to use the carbon fibre capture weapon that he had been given. Of course, there were still some limits to his quirk that he couldn't get past; he couldn't make anyone talk, he couldn't make anyone do any complex actions and he couldn't keep someone under the effects of his quirk for more than an hour, or he got splitting headaches. But he had made progress; he could make people confess to crimes by making them nod or shake their head, he could make people freeze without having to say the command out loud, and he had perfected the art of shouting out random sentences that people couldn't help but respond to. Most of them weren't PG though. But oh well. His school career didn't suck as much now, and he had more training and less homework. It was amazing. The next step would be actually going back to school, and facing a whole new class. And that broccoli boy. Shit, what if he had to actually make friends? How do you even go about doing that? Safe to say he was panicking now. What if everyone in the class was scared of him? They probably would be, everyone was. He just had to keep his head held high and ignore the things said behind his back. Even though this was the thing Shinsou wanted most in the world, it was the thing he dreaded beyond measure. He would just have to wait and see what his new class would be like.