The Assassin in Our Midst

Chapter one

Mr. Aizawa walked into the classroom looking more tired normal. A stack of forms were dropped carelessly onto his desk, loud enough to pull the attention of the class to himself. "Due to previous events," he said, voice still seemingly thick with sleep, "I have found it nessacry for you villain magnets to receive some basic idea of quirkless combat and endurance training."

There was some grumbling in the room at the mention of quirkless combat. I felt the eyes of my classmates borough into my body as I fought the urge to slump deep into my chair. 

"Sir," a girl said, Haragakura, possibly, "why can't we just have Midoriya teach us?"

My teacher looked at the girl tiredly. It was one of the looks that he sometimes wears that makes wonder if he's reconsidering becoming a teacher. "Midoriya is a student, just like all of you. It's not his job nor responsibility to teach his classmates combat. Especially not when he himself is still learning."

I could see the clothes sink down in their seat in an embarrassed manner. When it came to fighting, I could probably teach the class, I learned combat from the best assassins and government agents that their were, but my skills do seem to be average. That's how I make them look anyways.

"We'll be going to the mountain next to Kunugigaoka Junior High School for a few days, so grab a permission slip of the way to lunch. I'm going to sleep."

Mr. Aizawa desipeard into his sleeping bag behind his desk, leaving us to work on assignments for other classes. Todoroki Iida, Uraraka and I all went to a corner in the classroom and formed a story circle.

"Hey Bakubro!" Kirishima yelled, "didn't you say you went to this school?" The boy was holding up one of the permission form.

The blond smiled proudly, it was a prestigious school after all. "Hell yeah I did Shitty Hair."

"What class were you in Bakubabe?" 

"3 A, what else," he yelled confidently.

"Liar," I mumbled, not loud enough for anyone to hear. The angry blond was in class 3 B.

"Didn't you go there too, Midoriya?" Todoroki asked in our group, but the question was loud enough for everyone in the class to hear. 

"Um, y-yeah, I wasn't in any high ranking class though. Just 3 D," I lied with a deceiving smile. 

"Huh? I don't remember seeing you there, nerd." Bakugo barked.

Of course you wouldn't, I changed my name and looks after graduation. 

"Well, I don't remover you being in Class 3 A, so I guess both our memories are faulty," I said with obvious sass. The image of Izuku Midoriya that I painted was a quite, timid boy, but sometimes it felt good to be a little more ballsy when put up against jerks like him.

Sparks appeared in Bakugo's hands as he looked at me. "I'm gonna kill you during this training!"

My grip on the pencil in my hand tighter, prepared to lung at the boy, swinging the object in a deadly arc. But I controlled myself and stayed seated.

People like him should be more careful how easily they throw around the word kill. Some of us actually know what it means.

"Kill? You don't have the balls to try," I said, turning back to the group.