Y/N L/N is a enthusiast of history and mythology, even before his quirk appeared.
The stories of great heroes of old that pushed the limits of man, defeating monsters and gods just by sheer will. But....
How would that help him in his life today?
...
"Yes, you can let him through." Aizawa said through the phone.
He drops the phone and goes back to his room.
"Aizawa-sensei, who was that?" Ashido asked.
"Ugh. Front gate... Someone came for Y/N..." Aizawa said.
He closed his door to his room and the rest of 1-A were left confused.
"Who came for Y/N?" Ashido asked.
"Yeah usually, people for Y/N comes from his room." Kirishima said.
The elevator dings and Momo steps out. She notices the others looking confused.
"What's going on?" Momo asked.
"Someone is coming for Y/N." Iida asked. "We do not know who it might be. The only person I can think of, that would come for Y/N, is Ms. Ryukyu. But she wouldn't need clearance from Aizawa-sensei."
Then they hear a knock at the door.
"Quick make preparations for tea! Hurry!" Iida ordered. "Yaoyorozu-san, please answer the door. You may guide them towards Y/N."
Everyone was standing still waiting to see who was at the door. Momo opens the door and saw who was there.
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They see a teenager, their age, that was wearing a kimono and was carrying multiple things on his back. Mainly 3 swords in their cloth holder.
"Y-yes?" Momo asked.
"Where is Y/N?" He asked.
"And who might you be?" Iida asked.
The elevator dinged and Y/N exits the elevator.
"Wait. Kai?" Y/N said.
"Y/N...."
"Dude, what are you doing here?"
"Let's go to your room." Kai said.
"Wait, why?"
"Just the two of us. We need to talk."
Kai pulls Y/N back to the elevator and the doors close.
"What just happened?" Kirishima asked.
"I don't.... know...." Midoriya said.
~Y/N POV~
"What the heck are you doing here, Kai?" I asked.
"To your room. You know I hate new people." He said as he pushed me towards my room.
