My 2nd MHA story I'm gonna be working on besides the manhunter
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And if you're somehow reading this pile of cringe, thank you.
The class of 1-A was as loud as ever. It was a couple weeks into the semester, no one really had a care in world. Classes were classes. Simple as that.
Aizawa: all right class... class... CLASS!
Everyone perks up at his sudden tone.
Aizawa: 3 seconds... 3 seconds to shut up... *sigh* whatever... on to business, we have a transfer student coming in from the U.S. Texas, to be exact.
???: wait, Texas?
???: does he wear a cowboy hat?
???: I hope he's hot...
Aizawa: quiet down please, he'll be here any minute, we're gonna meet him outside the grounds.
???: can't wait!
- back in Texas -
Y/N is busy packing some supplies for the semester. As much as he didn't want to, maybe it was time to make the most of his quirk.
Y/N: almost set little bro, you'll be staying with uncle might for a while! That sound cool?
B/N: yeah! Sounds awesome!
All might wasn't their uncle per se, but he was close with the family, almost like an uncle to them.
Y/N: all right, we are set my guy. Let's go.
Y/N opens a rift to toshinori's place to drop off B/N. He hired a teacher to keep him up to speed.
B/N: have a good day big bro!
Y/N: thanks, I'll see you after! Don't give the teach too much trouble, heh.
After dropping him off, Y/N hops back in his trusty charger and drives off to the academy.
- back at the academy -
The students were busy talking about the newbie. Who was he? Was he hot? Was he a dick? How big is it ~? The usual questions. They soon stop as they hear a loud roar of car coming down the street.
One kid with blonde hair and anger issues perks up.
Bakugo: No. Fucking. Way. Is that a charger?
Midoriya: y-yeah, 69 at that!
Bakugo: shut up dweeb! I know that!
???: that's gotta be him!
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The charger pulls around with a sharp drift. When the engine turns off, everyone is silent. The sound of a metal door opening and shutting breaks the silence. A y'all figure raises over the roof of the car wearing a leather jacket and a pair of dark shades. Needless to say, the girls were infatuated.
Y/N: howdy there, guess y'all are uh... *opening a slip of paper* 1-A?
Aizawa: yes, this is 1-A. I'm shota aizawa, your homeroom teacher.
