Catastrophic (ON HIATUS FOR EDITING)

Chapter One

  By the age of fifteen, I had already decided I was done with people. I'm also pretty sure my mother was done with my shit. Not that I could really blame her. My quirk less ass somehow managed to pass the biased ass entrance exam and get into Yuuei, despite my mother specifically asking me not to take the exam in the first place. Despite this, she knew it was my dream school and let me go anyway.

     So there I am, walking towards the 1-A classroom, except I'm walking behind the two slowest girls on the planet. "Ah yes," I monologue aloud, "a high school hallway, the place where teenagers walk slower than old people fuck."

     The girls turn to look at me and upon seeing the look on my face, they scurry out of the way.

     Finally able to walk at a decent speed, I manage to make it to class about five minutes early. As soon as I step inside, I wish I could sink into the floor.

     Sitting at one of the desks is my life long bully and possibly the angriest person on the planet, Bakugou Katsuki. "Our Lord who art in heaven, why hath thou forsaken me?" I ask tilting my head back to glare at the ceiling.

     I move across the room, pausing only to send the blonde the most condescending look I can manage. "Katsuki," I say in greeting.

     "Izuku," he growls back, the ever present scowl on his face deepening. I stop to stare at him and he glared at me. "What?" he snaps.

     "You called me by my given name," I inform him.

     "So what?" he asks, annoyance clear in his tone.

     "Oh nothing. I just wasn't sure you knew it, considering you only ever call me Deku," I say, glaring right back at him.

     "Deku, I swear to God, if you don't shut up-"

     "What?" I ask, "you'll hit me? Use your quirk to blow me up? Go right ahead and try. I'm not the same wimpy, spineless kid I was in middle school. You don't scare me anymore, Bakugou."

     The angry Pomeranian jumps up from his seat and lunges at me, hands sparking. I have to physically force myself not to flinch, because despite what I said, he does still scare me a little.

     "That's enough!" We all turn to see… an empty doorway? I look down to see a man in a yellow sleeping bag laying on the floor. He stands up and steps out of the sleeping bag before turning to glare at me. "You, hallway, now."

     I follow him out into the hallway and after closing the door, he turns back to continue glaring at me. "Is that how you really think an aspiring hero should act?" he asks.

     I shrink in on myself a little. "N-no sir. I-I'm sorry. I just want him to stop treating me like dirt. Please don't expel me," I explain, starting to internally panic.

     He blinks down at me for a moment before speaking. "You know who I am then?" he asks eventually.

     "Yes!" I exclaim probably a bit too excitedly, "you're the underground hero Eraser head, otherwise known as Aizawa Shouta, the 1-A homeroom teacher. You have a higher expulsion rate than any Yuuei teacher ever."

Shouta's POV
     Shouta sighed internally. He wasn't expecting this kid to be so energetic. It was giving him a migraine. He would need about fourteen cups of coffee after this.

     "So you're a fanboy," It wasn't a question.

     The kid blushed a little. "Er kinda? I only know most of that because my dad told me," he admits.

     "Who's your dad?" he asked, more out of curiosity than anything.

     "Dragon," the boy announced excitedly.