Dreams can become reality--Izuku Midoriya X Reader--Boku No Hero Academia

V

It was shortly after Mirio and yourself spoke, you walked towards UA high. In 15 minutes, you stood at the front entrance of the place that literally held everyone who attented the schools-- hopes and dreams.

You looked up at the tall building in front of you. The words 'U.A.' were emblazoned across its front, glinting sharply in the sunlight. You knew that UA high was the school that was not the sheets of glass panels that acted as the institution for students to learn and train to become heroes. , but the thousand hearts who carry more dreams than the night sky has stars. This school is the emotions, stories, and love for a common goal: peace. And yet, it was incapable of instilling that goal because if that goal was in effect then we wouldn't have the school, to begin with. This school would have just been an obsolete infrastructure that would have ended with All Might's graduating class.

Yet you were attending this school. You felt like you were defiling the pure and pristine nature of U.A. by attending here, simply because you held the lack of interest in the school.

You walked down the pathway leading towards the doors of the school while looking around to see many of the students doing something You detest Mirio for placing you to do.

"If only..." you thought while walking through the halls of the school and closing your eyes, only letting Aizawa's very bored thoughts be your guide.

So you were face to face with the large doors labeled class 1-A. If your quirk didn't allow you to read a person, you probably would have marveled at the very tall and wide door. Probably would have gone an extra step and theorized what type of people were there, who's Quirks came with some mutations that altered their size, which would make it awkward for them to go through normal doors. To bad none of those thoughts come to mind.

You opened the door to see a class filled with the same people you had seen through Aizawa's mind turning their head toward you. You soon turn your head towards where you sensed Aizawa to be, a yellow sleeping bag.

"Glad to see you can finally join us, (Y/N)," Aizawa said opening his eyes, "you're lucky I am not expelling you for cutting school."

"You would be doing me a favor if you did," You replied just as brazenly while keeping your head down, "rather than lecture me on the merit of being a good students, can you tell me where I'll be sitting?"

Instantly, everyone gasped at the disrespect. Aizawa only sighed.

Aizawa knew that stoic approach wasn't going to work on you. You knew every nook and cranny of him, and that face wasn't going to pressure you anyway.

"And I thought Bakugo was mean," one of the students whispered to another.

"I will after you introduce yourself," Aizawa challenged.

You turned your body towards the class and opened your eyes. Within a fraction of a second, every memory, flashback, and thought about every individual flowed into your being.

The memories that entered your mind the moment your eyes crossed with an individual suffering from heterochromia iridium, his left eye's iris to appear turquoise, while his right is a somewhat brownish dark gray. His eyes, in shape, are quite thin and reserved, and he also has a large burn scar on the left side of his face, which reaches from his hairline to halfway down his cheek struck a cord causing you to wince ever so slightly. It was strange...as if the memories had happened before...

The trees void of color. The sky gloomy, the clouds diving tiredly through it. The grass dry and prickly. A searing blaze tearing through the plane.

You blinked quickly and continued to gaze at the class get every memory, moment, and event that has happened to them individually.

Suddenly it all stopped when your eyes met the same kid you saw in Aizawa's mind...lowlights. The one Mirio told you was Izuku Midoriya. It was interesting to say the least that I couldn't get a read on this guy.

"Hm..." you started while sucking your teeth together and walking towards your intended seat while Aizawa tsked at, " make sure you meet me after class to get your clothes from me as well as for me to show you my room...though any of that is irrelevant seeing that you can simply get that information from my mind."

You smirked and adjusted yourself in the seat behind the kid with four purple/black large grape-like structures on his head. It would be his idea to put you behind a huge pervert and being this close to him and seeing his thoughts were going to be annoying.

"That was rude," a girl stated, "she could have at least introduce herself to us."

You simply ignored her statement and turned your head away from the class and looked out the window contemplating if this was a better situation or if this was just as worst as the agency.

You were so in thought that you didn't even hear the bell ring.

"(Y/N)" Aizawa yelled out.

You simply kept your head in the direction of the outside world but he knew that you were listening.

"Aizawa," you replied back.

Some students gasped at the fact that I didn't address him by the proper honorific but it didn't matter what they thought. The colder I am the more uninviting I am and thus no friends.

"Follow me," Aizawa replied, "you will be skipping English and Math today, though you really don't need it since you excelled beyond that of a PhD student."

Now everyone gasped at that. Was it that astounding to them that you were very smart in mathematics and English.

You rose from the desk and followed Aizawa out of the room not caring to glance back at the students that you were forced to call classmates, knowing that you were going to be in their presence for the next two semesters was going to be a long one.

"As much as you can gather intel from someone," Aizawa started, " it is nice to socialize with others to get a sense of them."

"Cut the daddy bullshit," you replied, "it isn't in your forte."

Aizawa grunted slightly at my statement and continued towards a room door and stopped at the door.

"This is where you will be staying," Aizawa said, "your clothes are already in the closet but if they don't fit properly they let me know and I'll exchange them. I had to go through your luggage when you attacked me to get your size."

You remained silent. You were able to get a read on these guys every move and yet you were unable to get a sense of his motive for doing this.