P S Y C H

Chapter Three

Alright so to clear anything up, anytime there are single quotation marks ('blah blah') with no obvious speaker, that is [Name]'s internal thoughts. I think i'll probably change the writing style in the future to make it more obvious but that's what i've got for now.

[Name] had become extremely guarded at a young age. Dealing with bullies before he had developed his quirk and a mom who was an empath taught him bad habits. Obviously, being bullied can make you defensive against harmless teasing. Normally people can almost never tell if they're being laughed at or laughed with and if you're used to being laughed at, lashing out is the easiest way to kill the joke. When your mom can read your emotions you can't exactly have privacy, and the easiest way to get around all of that is to share, share and overshare. By dumping the most useless details and confronting most of your negative feelings people think you're being honest with them because you trust them. In reality you're protecting yourself by never giving them a reason to pry. [Name] has mastered being an open and honest person, that no one knows anything about.The problem is, now he's forgotten how to socialize. And the first day of school is rapidly approaching.

"God is testing me. I am not one of his strongest soldiers, push me too far and our next meeting will be in person" [Name] thought as he tried on his uniform to make sure everything fit nicely for school the next day. The uniform wasn't bad but there was no way he was putting on a blazer every day. He'd wear it for the first day, appearances and all (and of course [Mo.Name] would want a picture) but henceforth blazers would be a special occasion thing.

Sighing, [Name] got ready for bed and turned out all of the lights before praying. It was a quick prayer, one done out of habit and not necessarily belief before scrolling on his phone to distract himself from the self doubt and anxieties about his first day.

"I was really gonna be too powerful with this quirk and this body so I was born with crippling insecurities and anxiety. Thanks G-man for humbling me"

The next morning was a fumbling of nerves for pretty much everyone involved. [Mo.Name] had gotten up early for work and made [Name] lunch for his first day even though he'd politely asked her not to worry too much about his first day. As an empath her emotions might carry over onto him and as someone who already HAS anxiety, he didn't need any extra.

"GOOD MORNING"

"Why are you always so cheerful in the morning? For someone who wakes up at like the crack of dawn you'd expect a little 'don't talk to me before my coffee' behavior"

"Did you want me to be all grumpy as soon as you wake up?"

'...."

"I thought so. Can't you just say good morning mom"

"Oh mother, it is of the best news that you were able to wake me this morning. Your delightful smile I will never tire of"

"Smart ass"

"Better than a dumb one"

"True. Hurry and get dressed if you want to stop by the bakery before school. I might not be an asshole before coffee but YOU definitely are nicer to talk to with some sort of morning beverage"

"Fair"

[Name] dressed as quickly as he could and met his mom at the front door. He paused in the doorway and decided to be honest. He was terrified. He was starting a new school as a socially awkward kid who has some bad habits. He didn't know if he'd step on people's toes and ruin his chances of making friends. And there was the whole issue of the fact that he was more than likely behind all his classmates. He'd gotten his quirk much later than the average kid which meant he had less time to practice and master his gifts. Using telekinesis without getting a headache had just become an unconscious reflex. In his mind everyone else in 1-A could use their quirks as easily as breathing.

"I can feel you panicking from out here. Literally. Just get your stuff and let's go." When [Name] made it to the front door [Mo.Name] stopped him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Looking in his eyes she projected calmness through his skin using her quirk. Once [Name] had obviously returned from the reality in his head to the world of the living she removed her hand and spoke to him earnestly.

"Your grandmother used to say two things." She began "'When you're blessed be a blessing', and 'God don't like ugly'. Looking at you, I can tell you must truly be favored by God. He has blessed you with a great quirk and you're doing His work by becoming a hero. I know you'll be great. It might seem like a big shot school with superpowered hotties to you. But they're awkward 15 year olds who blush when they see boobies. You'll be fine"

"Yeah"

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"What fresh hell is this" [Name] whispered to himself as he stared at the giant building. "Whoever designed this building is now my number one enemy. How am I supposed to find anything in this maze modeled after a letter in the ENGLISH alphabet. We're fucking in Japan!"

[Name] had unfortunately not had a chance to down his matcha latte considering the long line at the bakery when his mom dropped him off before going to work. He GOT the matcha latte, but it was just freezing his hand off because he had to rush to the trains to be on time for his first day. In a stroke of luck the train was too crowded for him to comfortably move so he just had to hold it until he got to school where he got lost looking for class 1-A.

Whatever happened to being one of God's favorites?

When he finally reached 1-A he was stuck in the doorway behind All Might's successor as the green haired boy panicked about a stuck up rule follower and the blond bombshell that was Katsuki Bakugou. [Name] managed to maneuver around Midoriya catching Bakugou's eye before the blond looked away dismissing [Name]'s presence. [Name] was not offended. No, not at all. It wasn't the first time he'd been underestimated. And it wouldn't be the last. But everytime it did happen, it would play into [Name]'s favor.

[Name] found his way to his seat and decided that the chaos of new students arriving as well as Bakugou's... abrasiveness would be the best opportunity to do some research on all of his classmates. Nothing too invasive but a quick scan of their surface thoughts so he could create a profile for each student. He got about halfway through the class when a gruffy man in a yellow sleeping bag hijacked his focus.

"If you came here to socialize, then get out"

'I am terrified of you. Please continue' [Name] thought

"This is the hero course"

'There's someone in there' the class thought simultaneously

"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is a precious resource, you lot aren't very resourceful are you?"

Our teacher???' they all echoed

'Then he's a pro hero too...' Midoriya thought out loud

'I thought you would know...' [Name] whispered to himself

"I'm your homeroom teacher. Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you"

'Homeroom teacher???'

'how is everyone thinking the same thing at the same time??'

"Quickly now. Change into your gym clothes and head out to the grounds"

'The system here at UA is like no other. Today the homeroom teachers will conduct..' Midoriya thought to himself, and consequently [Name] who was eavesdropping

"A test of quirks"