A Silent Kind of Strength

Chapter 17

The two months before the start of the year pass quickly, filled with tests and long talks between adults. His schedule was eventually settled. He tested out of a lot of first year classes weirdly enough. But most of the teachers also taught the second and third year variants and agreed to set him up with packets of things he needed to work on, whatever grade level it was. He did not, however, manage to test out of classic literature, art history, or ethics. So he would be taking those classes at the same pace as the others.

He was allowed to replace some of the time slots of the classes he was good at with some electives. He chose the coding course, a third year elective normally. But since he had experience it was decided he would fit in well at his senpais' level. And hero analytics. Normally a business course class. He wondered how different it would be from his own hobby of analyzing heros and if he would be forced to focus on numbers and money solely or if he could continue on his trend of writing down anything and everything he could think of.

The thing that most excited him though was the private lessons with Nezu every Sunday. He hadn't said what he would be teaching him, but it was a private lesson with THE Nezu. It didn't matter what he learned. He knew it would be useful.

One thing he was sad about though was giving up his afternoons at the dojo. To appease his mother Hatsume agreed to keep him on as a part timer.  So as soon as he gets back to the shop after school he would be on the clock until close. At least It was a job he liked, and this way he could still help with bills like he had been. He did manage to keep his private lessons on Sunday mornings though. He wouldn't want to get completely rusty after all of the work he put in after all.

To substitute Kuma-chan teaching him sign he would now be practicing while in English class. Since he was fluent in the language, thanks to his childhood obsession with All Might and the old videos from his time in America, he would converse with the teacher in sign and fill in any gaps in his knowledge. He did add a longer jog and some yoga into his morning routine to make up for the reduced exercise. He would just have to give up a few extra hours of sleep in the name of staying fit.

So now here he stood. At the gates on his first day as one of only 2 hybrid students. The other was a third year who specialized in promotional art. Mei hung off of both him and Shinso. She was vibrating again. Maybe they should get that looked at?

They made idle chatter as they walked. Izuku sent Shinso a pdf of the map so he wouldn't get lost on the way to his own classroom. He didn't bother sending the pinkette a copy, she wouldn't even look at it. Content to either follow him and whoever ended up as their classmates, or get lost on her own. However the winds of fate pushed her. She apparently came up with the best ideas for babies when she was lost after all.

They separate at the entrance, the cubbies for the uwabaki set aside for 1-A on the other side of the room from 1-H.

Izuku ends up having to drag Mei away from a kid with drills for fingers so they could make it to their classroom in time for homeroom. He totally didn't start planning a new entry in his notebook for drill kid as they walked.

They made it with plenty of time to spare. The green boy's first day jitters making sure of that. The seating chart on the blackboard is a disappointment. Telling the two teens that they have to sit at opposite sides of the room. They grumble quietly as they separate to go settle into their spots.