The Emerald Prince

Chapter 9: Face like Thunder

Izuku took a deep breath as he stood outside the large class 1A door. He knew dad would be late, so thought that going to say hi to Shinsou in the general education class might give both of them a little confidence.
The only flaw with that plan, is when he went in...they'd all be there already.
Bakugou would be there.

"Hey, nervous?"
Aizawa approached him, and pulled him into warm hug. "I can't show favouritism in class, but we aren't there yet. You know you can beat any of them in a fight, or in a test. And even if I can't say so in there...I'm rooting for you, and I believe in you, kid."

"Thanks dad."

Aizawa's chest swelled, he hoped he'd never get bored of being called that.

"You'll have to call me Aizawa-sensei in class...now go! I'll give you a three minute head start to find a seat and a friend."
Aizawa turned him round firmly to face the door.

"Alright!"
Izuku took a deep breath, and opened the door, channeling his stripper persona, confident and sexy...cute and flirty...yup, he could do this.
And as for Bakugou... there were far worse things than what he'd done.

———

Bakugou was busy dealing with the fucking irritating posh sonic when the door opened. And in came the most beautiful fucking guy...he had ever seen.

He stopped talking, they all did.

The teen seemed to almost glide to the front of the classroom, turning to face them with a bashful smile that made Bakugou's heart stutter. He bowed politely and spoke.

"Sorry I'm late, my name is Aizawa Izuku and I hope to get along with you all."
His voice was soft and clear, and he seemed to meet the gaze of everyone in the classroom.

Then his eyes finally rested on Bakugou's.
There was a flicker of fear - not unusual when people saw him, but it was strangely familiar. The emotion was gone almost as soon as it came though.

Shyly tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, the angel walked toward him, those emerald eyes- emerald eyes... Izuku... wait..
The gorgeous greenette halted in front of him, and leaned in so close their noses almost met. He stilled for a bit, letting the sexual tension rise before speaking.

"Did you miss me, Kaachan?"

No...no. Ooooh Fuck. No... Nononononono...

Seeing that he had broken the blond by the smoke rising off the desk he was gripping, Izuku grinned, more from relief than satisfaction - half of him had been certain he'd now be against a wall, covered in burns again.
He pulled away and apologised gently to the bewildered class.
"We're childhood friends, but I hope by the end of the year to know you all just as well!"

His eyes roved the stunned classroom, eventually meeting those of a handsome guy with bicoloured hair.

Must be Endeavour's poor son. Looks like he's had it rough too. Hottie though.

Izuku gave the boy a warm smile and was surprised by the other's shock; the teen turning away abruptly. Setting that puzzle aside for now, he took his seat behind the still frozen Bakugou just in time for Aizawa to arrive.

"Hello, my name is Aizawa Shouta, but you may know me better by the hero name Eraserhead. I will be your home room teacher."
"AIZAWA?!?!?!" Shrieked half the class.
Bakugou, shocked back to the present, turned to Izuku with a confused look.

Aizawa gave the squealing teenagers a tired glare.
"Indeed, as you have deduced, Izuku here is my son. By no means will he be afforded any kind of preferential treatment due to this. But if any of you ever- never mind. Let's get down to the training field."
"But sensei, what about the opening ceremony?" A brunette asked.
"I have the power to run this class how I like, in order to get the best out of you. And that event is a waste of time. Now get down there and change. I'll see you on the field in ten minutes." Replied the teacher flatly, leaving as quickly as he'd arrived.

Izuku sighed softly as he followed the group of boys out the building and toward their changing rooms, pity he wasn't going to see Shinsou's face when the teachers were announced. Oh well. This would be interesting.

———

The boys of Class 1A were absolutely bewitched.

Izuku opened his locker and slipped out of his shirt with ease, bearing perfect porcelain skin and a slim waist. He gracefully shifted his long silky hair (now just down to his collarbones) over one smooth shoulder before sadly covering himself with the gym shirt.

He seemed somehow to be in the jogging pants before they noticed though... but they all thoroughly appreciated his ass as he left; before realising none of them had even opened their lockers yet.

Bakugou gritted his teeth. Izuku was wearing make up... or something. He hated that he knew it, but there had to be scars. Izuku's actual skin couldn't be clear like that. Not after what he'd put him though.

Todoroki pressed his fingers to the vein at his wrist in confusion. Why on Earth was his pulse so fast...he wasn't fighting. Was it Aizawa's son's quirk?

———

Izuku felt nervous, they'd stared so much... had his scars shown? Was his quirk affecting them? They had been blushing...
He shook his head, for now he needed to focus.

Aizawa caught his expression but when the boys as a group arrived two minutes later looking flustered, he could guess why. He felt a little protective, but they still managed to arrive on time so unfortunately he couldn't punish them.

Izuku artfully braided his hair back into a bun, tying it up with practised ease.
"Excuse me?"

Izuku nearly had a heart attack, but managed not to jump too noticeably. He turned to see the girl from the entrance exam that Iida had rescued.

"Hi, Uraraka-san right? What is it?"
"You know my name! And no san please! Wow..." she melted slightly and Izuku wondered whether he should check his passive quirk list.

Was this seriously just the attraction of strong quirk users side effect?
He'd been in an operating room with several of the best heroes in Japan but they'd been relatively fine, compared to this.

"Could you teach me how to braid my hair like that, these bangs always get in my eyes when I fight..."

Oh, that was all it was. That was fine.
"Sure, but right now sensei is giving us evil eyes...so let's pay attention, ok?"
He gave her a warm smile before turning to give Aizawa an apologetic look.
"O-ok!" Exclaimed Uraraka, blushing red and hastily returning to Asui.

Aizawa smirked.
"Izuku! As you're still chatting, why don't you demonstrate the ball throw with your quirk?"
"Alright sensei." He said politely, though with a small smirk of his own, before approaching the ring.
"Plus Ultra Izuku." Aizawa warned.
"Yes sir." Replied the greenette. He picked up the ball and turned to his classmates.

Since the first two fusions to form Antiquirk, he had added a quirk reader and erasure - the latter enabling him to forcibly deactivate quirks, including mutant types which shocked Aizawa.

The class looked confused. Izuku's eyes settled on the girl from earlier - Uraraka. Her quirk looked perfect.

"Catch!" He said and threw the ball to her.

In surprise, she raised her hands to catch it, only for Izuku to force activate her quirk and the ball to rise upward.