The First Generation

Quirked Suspicion

The main living space of the dorms for what had collectively been named Class 1-A was actually quite a comfortable area, all things considered. Soft sofas and plenty of spaces for everyone to sit down. Aside from just looking atheistically pleasant, it also held a number of time-killing activities, including a large flat screen television, supplied with games consoles. While anyone with half a working brain could clearly tell that it was just to placate them from going mad and blasting a hole through something, quite a few people didn't really seem to care, judging by the fact that some of the games cases were already open, disks not even bothered to be put back in them, and instead resting on the top of the system itself.

As Mina remembered from her tour with Todoroki, it was actually a pretty comfortable set up. It did actually remind her of her home, before she was thrown out. A cosy set up, if they weren't in what amounted to a prison cell, where half the inmates were out for blood.

When she entered the room alongside with Izuku, a number of heads turned and sent over sharp glares, too high for any comfort of either his or hers. Thirteen pairs of eyes looking over towards Izuku like he'd just declared himself the king of the Quirked within the dorms. It wasn't tricky to understand though – According to society, he was. He was supposedly superior to the people with Quirks, since he wasn't some sort of genetic freak.

"What the hell, Ashido?!" One of the students questioned, sounding like he'd been personally betrayed by the pink skinned girl. He barely even seemed capable of looking towards Izuku. Intimidation, possibly, though that didn't stop him from speaking of him poorly. "I thought I told you that we weren't including the Quirkless kid!"

Izuku gulped when he heard that, and looked towards Mina. It didn't take more than a single brain cell to figure out that Mina possessed a Quirk. Her physical adaptations were so obvious that it wasn't even funny. So anyone could have figured out that she had a Quirk, which is probably why the other students had approached her without any hesitation to inform her of their meetup. Perhaps they had an aim of squeezing her for any information that they could get on Quirkless Midoriya Izuku while he wasn't around.

They probably didn't dare outright confront Izuku. A word from him to the right people, and they could all be thrown out onto the streets again. The privilege of being born Quirkless.

The glares made a lot more sense now – As opposed to how much sense they made before. They had every right to be distrustful.

"Get lost, Kaminari." Mina flatly stated, before placing her hand on Izuku's shoulder gently, before grinning towards him. Her total disregard for the opinions of her fellow Quirked students made Izuku stammer out absolute nothings for a few seconds before the Acid Quirk user opened her mouth again. "Not only is he one of our classmates, he's my friend. He's got every right to be here."

"You're friends with the Quirkless?" Another one of the students asked. She was a notable person since she didn't appear to have any major physical mutations, or minor ones for that matter.

"Probably Stockholm Syndrome, knowing those bastards." Kirishima said without any remorse, glaring straight towards Izuku like he was plotting how best to stab him in his sleep – A feat that was very easily attainable given his Quirk.

There wasn't any way anyone could mistake how much hatred Kirishima had towards Izuku, and the Quirkless in general. He was extraordinarily open about his animosity and hostility towards the generally prejudicial majority of people on the planet. Izuku did wonder what exact experiences had occurred to make Kirishima this openly antagonistic towards not just him, but all Quirkless in general. Judging from the scars all across his face, they would no doubt be unpleasant and painful just to hear, never mind to experience personally.