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Chapter Two: Hello Hero Course

Izuku liked heroes. He watched them occasionally on TV. He admired their quirks and bravery. He's been on the inside, he could easily pick apart the fake heroes from the real ones. Its what made the real heroes more valuable.

He's been training with the corps since he was 5, so he never really got the urge to be a hero. He enjoyed watching them, but he felt content as a corp.

He had to choke those thoughts down, though, as he was introduced to his new class. He hasn't been to an in-person school since forever, he barely even remembered anything. He was homeschooled as a Corp, and he was taught things that nobody in this classroom had ever even heard of before.

They were all in awe, this being a total surprise that their homeroom teacher had failed to mention.

"My name is Izuku Midoriya," he smiled at them, already putting on an act. Warm, welcoming, nerdy, heroic and shy. That's what he's going for. "I'm happy to be here,"

Little did he know they were already thinking big of him. To get into UA's hero course mid-year, you had to be strong. Or at least somewhat impressive.

"What's your quirk?" A blonde haired boy asked. Denki Kaminari. Izuku had done research on them all last night, The Circle had sent him background checks on everyone there. Kaminari had an electric quirk that had the potential to become something stronger if he learned to control it. If he uses a certain voltage or uses it too much, he temporarily fries his own brain. He doesn't have the best marks in his class, but he passed the entrance exam with an above average score. Nothing insanely impressive, but the switch up was slightly suspicious. Was he keeping a low profile on purpose?

"My quirk?" Izuku smiled. "My quirk is Angel Physiology."

The class gawked in awe. Question after question was shouted at him and he looked back and forth between the students, wondering who to answer first.

"Class," Aizawa said sharply and everyone's talking over each other came to a halt. "Midoriya, would you like to explain your quirk and what it is?"

Izuku nodded. "Sure!" he shrugged. "Angel Physiology is basically where your quirk gives you the traits and abilities of angels. For example, when my quirk is activated I have enhanced agility, combat, durability, and strength. Like any other physical enhancement quirk, it's nothing special. I haven't quite mastered my quirk yet, I hope to improve here at UA. The angelic abilities I have mastered are float, the illusions and barriers."

A lot more came with his quirk but he couldn't reveal just how strong he was to the class just yet. He wanted to stay under the radar and blend in. Though, there's definitely a reason he's part of the Corps. His quirk was one of a kind.

He feigned a blush. "If I use it too much, though, I begin to lose control and it's pretty useless after that until I rest up. Don't think that just because my quirk sounds impressive, that it's something super powerful, because it's not. Hopefully training here can change that."

"That's good enough," Aizawa ended Izuku's explanation before it dragged out too much and wasted any more class time. "See me in my office after school for some tutoring. You're quite behind, new student."

Izuku simply smiled and walked to an empty desk behind a sleeping blonde. Izuku could already see why the seat was left empty. The front of the desk was burnt and charred.

Katsuki Bakugo, quirk explosion. Won first place in the UA's sports festival. Not long after, the attitude he let be displayed on national television resulted in him being targeted by the League of villains. He definitely has the entitlement and attitude of a villain, but there was evidence of his resistance against the villains when they kidnapped him.

Could've been a ploy. A cover up. A bandaid to cover the crack in the wall. Perhaps after the sports festival, fingers were pointed towards him so he needed to prove himself or get back in the public's good eye.

Izuku hummed.

UA was full of secrets, and he couldn't wait to rummage through them.

***

"I suspect i'm not actually here for tutoring?" Izuku raised an eyebrow as he took a seat. This was a lot different than the first time they met. Izuku was wearing a school uniform instead of his signature black on black outfit he wore on every mission. Naomi did the same. It was an SC thing.

"You could be," Aizawa mused him. "Although I don't think there's much I know that you don't." The Specialized Corps were a secret organization. Not even all heroes knew they even existed. Aizawa had a friend who was recruited to the Corps, himself being invited too. He declined, though. He had his life already planned out. He wanted to be a hero in his young years, and then look for a teaching job at UA.

"I'm not one to gloat," Izuku teased. He knew that Aizawa was right, there wasn't much anyone knew that Izuku didn't.

"Then you're more out of place here than you think," Aizawa said, biting back a smile. "Getting to the point, every week we'll hold a meeting like this. To avoid suspicion, i'm just tutoring you. Got it?"

Izuku nodded. "Got it," he looked down at Aizawa's desk. For someone who looked so unkempt, his desk was surprisingly well organized.

Izuku leaned forward to pick up a clay figure Aizawa had on his desk. He actually had three figures. One, which he was holding, seemed to be a ballerina. Her eyes were closed, a peaceful look resonating on her smooth face. Her toes were pointed and her arms were curved above her head. The second was of a business man with a top hat and a suit. The last one was a woman, she looked young. She wore a coat and her hands disappeared into the cleverly carved pockets, her hair whisking behind her in the invisible wind.

"Those were a gift," Aizawa pointed out. "From Present Mic." Izuku wasn't surprised that they were gifts. Aizawa didn't seem like the type to own toys.

"Eraserhead, if you don't mind me asking, whose your number one suspect at the moment?" Izuku asked, breaking the ice.

"If I was getting anywhere you think I would be wasting the SC's time?" Aizawa ran a hand through his hair. "I'm too soft. I wouldn't be able to see the signs even if they were right in my face."

"You care about them?" Izuku quirked an eyebrow. "That's not like you, Eraser."

"You love saying my hero name," Aizawa rolled his eyes, sitting back in his chair with arms crossed.

Izuku shrugged. "It's catchy. How did you come up with it?"

"Call me Aizawa," he said, instead. "And in class, sensei."

"Well sensei," Midoriya placed down the ballerina and picked up the business man. "I'll do my best."

"I expect you will," Aizawa suddenly grinned. "And in the meantime, i'm intrigued to have you in my class."