BNHA: The Masked Hero | [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 7: "U.A. Students"

I stared at the big building that was yards away from me.

Huh, so this is what U.A. High looks like close up?

I looked at my outfit in reconsideration if I should walk in looking like this. I was wearing my street clothes since they recommended that I shouldn't wear my uniform.

They said along the lines that I would look more out of place with a different uniform, not to mention, I would look like I was ditching class with a proper excuse.

They said dress presentable but not flashy since the classes will see me, but this was as presentable I think I can get.
I wore my burgundy beanie, black jeans, a white tank top underneath my green flannel, and dark brown combat boot.

I adjusted the vistor's card that hung from my neck and took a deep breath.

"Alright, a walk in the park. No big deal," I muttered as I stepped onto the campus.

Once the tour is done, I can go back to my normal life.

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"Don't call me Eraserhead," Eraserhead tells me as he walked ahead of me, escorting me to his class. "Since we are in the school, call me Mr. Aizawa."

I followed behind him. "Why, sir?"

He glanced at me. "My role is a teacher right now- not a hero. It'll be out of place to call me my hero name and not see me as a teacher," he explained.

"I see." I stared at his face that was still wrapped in bandages.

He looked away from me. "Stop staring. It's rude, Mizueikyo."

I widened my eyes. "Sorry, Erase- I mean Mr. Aizawa." I corrected myself. I sighed in embarrassment.

The hallways in the school was quiet big and the windows and door were much taller and wider than normal ones. The town was easily scene through the large glass windows, and it made me feel a little bit better accepting this tour of the school.

He stopped in his tracks and stood in front of a door. He turned around to glance at me. "This is my class, so be prepared."

"Be prepared?" I said in confusion.

Right when he opened the door, yelling and shouting filled the hallway.

I looked at him in shock before looking at his class that was acting like children.

"They're troublesome, but they have the will of a hero," Eraserhead said with a his dull voice.

I marvelled at the class behind him and noticed how the only thing they all were talking about was the U.A. Sports Festival.

There was a few students that I was able to recognize because of their distinct features I remembered. That green haired boy, the ash blond anger-management guy, that one red head that was with him, the guy with two different hair colors, and the girl I met in the grocery store.

Well how ironic was it that they are all classmates, and not to mention, the first class I have to meet.

"Just follow me, and they'll get quiet," Eraserhead said before walking inside.

I trailed after him and closed the door behind me. Eraserhead stood behind his desk and I stood beside him.

The sound of shouting and screaming abruptly stopped. Everyone's eyes were on us and I slowly felt myself getting nervous.

"Good morning class," Eraserhead greeted his students.

"Good morning, Mr. Aizawa," they greeted in unison.