Lone Wolf and Class President. What could go wrong?

Lone Wolf?

Fyi, this takes place just the Sports Festival arc. Izuku was also born with a quirk, but that'll be explain soon. He does have OFA, but his other quirk is a bit more interesting. At this point, he can use Full Cowl at 5%. Sue me, it's my story, I don't care. 

"Midoriya! Come eat with me!" Uraraka says, waving me over. 

"No." I reply, going to sit alone at a table, and try to eat my Katsudon in peace. I achieve that goal for maybe 30 seconds, before Iida and Uraraka come sit with me. Jeez. Not like I don't like them, but I need my damn alone time. 

"That was rude Midoriya! You shouldn't just brush us off like that!" Iida says, and Uraraka nods in agreement. I sigh, a tad annoyed. These guys keep trying to get me to be more social, but I just don't really care. 

"Look, Iida. I kinda just want to be alone. I appreciate you trying to be social, but some days, it gets on my nerves. You know I'm a lone wolf." I say, but Iida ignores me. 

"I know. But I want to be friends with you. Uraraka too. You're a decent guy, and a better than Bakugo." Iida says, referring to my former childhood bully and resident asshole.

"I suppose that's fair." I say, and dig deeper into my Katsudon. As I lift my head up to check something, a tray hits me in the head. Hard. 

"I'm sorry. Guess I didn't see you there." Monoma. Resident crazy asshole of Class 1-B

"Fuck off, Monoma." I snarl, standing up, getting in his face. We're about the same height, but I am a bit taller than him. About half an inch or so. 

"Make me!" Monoma shouts and I'm about to do just that, when he collapses, due to a well placed neck chop

"I'm really sorry about him. Please just try to ignore him." Istuka Kendo says, bowing slightly at the hips. She's the President of Class 1-B, a pretty, tomboyish girl with long orange hair and blue-green eyes. She's kinda the Momo of 1-B, acting as the big sister of the class. 

"You're fine. I just don't get his problem with us." I say, looking at the slumped form of Monoma. 

"I don't get it either. Well, have a good lunch!" Kendo says, flashing me a smile. I feel heat rise to my cheeks as she walks away, and I sit down. 

"Izuku, you're kinda red! Are you sick?" Iida asks, and I chuckle. 

"No, just pissed." I reply, digging into my katsudon. While I do, I let my mind wander. 

Dammit, Izuku. You're brave enough to break eight of your fingers, your thumb, and your arm to prove a point, yet you're too damn cowardly to ask a girl out. The fuck is wrong with you. 

The lunch bell rings, and we head to our hero training class. 

"I AM COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!" All Might, not coming through the door like a normal person. 

"Today, we are going to practice using our quirks in a compact space! All of you, change, and head to training field Gamma!" All Might says, and we all nod. I grab my costume, and head down to the locker room. Kirishima tries to make some conversation, but I don't care. 

I change into my costume, which has already been redesigned two times, based on how much my quirks have grown. And yes, I said quirks, as in plural. My first quirk, which appeared at age four, is called Kinetic Revenge. When I'm hit, the energy is stored in my body, and I can release it at will, creating a massive shockwave. My second quirk, called One for All, but it's listed as Super Power, was given to me by All Might after I saved Bakugo from a slime monster, which tried to kill me, and also him. Both of those quirks put quite a strain on my body, so I've had to bulk up to be able to use them properly.