137"Come on guys, it's about to start!" Hagakure called as she bounced up and down in her seat, the flattening of the cushion the only clue she was there, as she was in costume at the time.
"You don't have to be so loud about it," Ojiro pointed out from the seat next to her.
"She knows that," Uraraka replied as she walked into the room. "But this is the first annual Hero Ranking since we graduated. You can't blame her for being excited!"
"There's nothing exciting about hearing about all the extras who lost to me," Bakugou said, slouching back in his chair.
A good number of eyes rolled at that, but no one said anything. After all, in the three years the Hell Class, as the media had dubbed them, had been together, they'd tightened together and formed a close-knit, if dysfunctional, family. It was the only way some of them had even survived to this point.
And while they didn't stick together 100% of the time after graduation, they still kept in contact. They had teamed up on occasion, some made it a point to work in the same agencies, and today was the first time all the surviving members were together at once.
The reason was the Hero Rankings. This was their first year as fully fledged heroes, and they were eager to see how many of them made it into the top 50, so they all gathered together at Yaoyorozu's mansion to watch it together.
Well, almost all of them at any rate. Shinsou was on patrol at the moment, but he didn't care much for the rankings anyway. Thought they were a waste of time. In addition, he felt like he was something of a late addition to the group, having not been there for the USJ incident.
And they knew that at least some of them were bound to make it onto the rankings. After all, their frequent harassment by the League of Villains meant they were already forced kicking and screaming into the public eye. Todoroki Shouto already had a head start in that regard, being the son of the Number Two hero (no one cared that Endeavor had moved up since All Might's death, no one ever truly considered him Number One), but the entire class had gained considerable notoriety after events like the USJ attack and the Kamino Incident. Even before their official graduation, the Hell Class were already considered heroes to some extent.
"Ooh, it's starting!" Uraraka gasped as the ranking began, and some guy none of them would remember the name of began introducing them.
"We can see that, Round Face!" Bakugou growled.
"This is so cool… I can hardly contain myself!" Hagakure whispered.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. "It's not like you'll be on it anyway, Invisib****," he grumbled. "You and Mindf***er are both underground."
"I know THAT, but still…"
And with that, the banter went quiet as the ranking began.
"And right out of the gate," said the voice on the TV, "we have a graduate of UA's Hell Class making the list at #50, the Shining Hero, Can't Stop Twinkling!" This was accompanied by a photo of Aoyama in all his fabulosity.
"Only 50? Mon dieu…" Aoyama groaned.
"I told you," Jirou piped up from behind him, "You're not going to get far with a name like that."
"Even still, the Top 50 is nothing to sneeze at," Yaoyorozu said comfortingly. "You'll do better next year."
The rankings continued,with UA's Hero Courses filling out a lot of the 40s. Uraraka was honestly surprised she made it onto the ranking at all, but there she was, at #41. Admittedly, she was hoping to be a bit higher up, but she was predominantly a Rescue Hero, and Rescue Heroes didn't get as much recognition as the ones who went after villains, like Bakugou, for example.
"MOTHERF***ER!"
...who was currently pitching a hissy-fit over being ranked at #38.
"What, did you really think you were going to be #1 your first year?" asked Jirou.
"Of course not, I'm not f***ing stupid! But I was expecting Top 20 at the very least!" he stood up and stomped away.
"Wait, Bakubro!" Kirishima called, "You'll miss the-"
"Don't care!" he shouted as he slammed the door on the way out.
One collective sigh of exasperation later, they turned their attention back to the screen. The ranking continued, with some graduates from Shiketsu thrown into the mix as well as some more well-established heroes.
"...And at Number 31, we have something special. A graduate from the Hamada Institute, and the first Quirkless Pro Hero, the Analytic Hero, Sleeper Hit!" As the announcer said this, a photo of the hero in question appeared on the screen. He had unruly green hair; large and deceptively innocent-looking eyes whose color matched his hair; skin dotted with freckles; and a steel guard around his lower face.
The class began to murmur amongst themselves.
"A Quirkless Hero?" Mina whispered. "Is that even possible?"
"Evidently it is," Ojiro responded.
"Wow, and he even ranked higher than Bakubro… that's so manly!"
"Question?" Kaminari asked. "What's the Hamada Institute? I never heard of them."
Yaoyorozu turned to face him. "It's a smaller high school up north, in Akuto," she explained. "Mostly they specialize in Support, but they do have a smaller Hero Course."
"Interesting," Jirou said, lazily. "Now if you hadn't been so busy chatting, you might've caught that they're going to interview him after the rankings."
"We should watch it," Uraraka suggested, with various voices of assent replying to her. They were all curious about the first ever Quirkless Hero, but Uraraka couldn't help but look at the plain, yet strangely appealing face on the screen.
I swear I've seen him before… Maybe it'll come to me once I see him without that mask.
The ranking continued on into the 20s. There were several congratulations when they announced that the #27 spot went to the Frostbite Hero, Promise. Shouto said nothing, just giving a neutral "Hm."
Similar congratulations were offered when Creati was announced to be sitting right on the #20 spot, which Yaoyorozu humbly thanked them for. Shortly afterwards Kirishima bashfully accepted their congratulations for reaching the #18 spot, making him the highest-ranked hero of their class, much to their surprise.
There weren't many other surprises after that. Lemillion had skyrocketed in popularity once he recovered from his injuries at the Shie Hassaikai Raid, and had emerged at the #10 spot. He was already a universally beloved figure, with his genuine smile and offbeat Permeation Quirk. Plus, Hagakure owed him for helping her finally get a proper costume.
Endeavor was still in the Number One spot because of course he was.
Sero, Koda, and Shoji all sighed, being the only three of the 17 members of the class who didn't make it onto the rankings. Unless you counted the underground heroes Hagakure, Shinsou, and Tokoyami, who didn't get ranked because that would defeat the entire purpose of going underground. They had a bit of a break before the interview was bound to start so Sato offered to make some cookies for everyone since they were all here. (Well, aside from Bakugou, obviously.)
Finally the time arrived and Sleeper Hit was on screen, dressed up in full costume, including the mouthguard, which didn't really help Uraraka identify him. He was seated across from the host, a woman with dark red hair that had what appeared to be strobe lights gently pulsating through it like a deep sea creature, no doubt an effect of her quirk.
"It's good to have you on with us, Sleeper."
"Likewise, Shishina-san." His voice was youthful, and yet something about it seemed a little… off, as though he was trying to suppress a stutter. "You know, when I first made my debut about a year ago, a lot of people just kinda wrote me off as a gimmick hero, a novelty."
"That's definitely true," Shishina responded. "And I have to admit, I was initially of that same mindset… so, uh, egg on my face, huh?"
"No hard feelings," Sleeper replied, waving his hand and laughing it off. "I don't blame you for not believing in me. I don't think anyone did aside from my own mother."
Well that's a little depressing, Uraraka thought to herself as she continued to try and place where she saw this guy before now. She knew it had to be somewhere.
"But that was before you almost singlehandedly took down the Nensho Cartel, wasn't it?"
Uraraka had heard about that incident. She only knew the broad strokes of the incident (she was hospitalized from overusing her quirk at the time) and hadn't really paid any attention to the hero involved until now.
The Nensho Cartel were a criminal organization that had sprung up in Musutafu right under UA's nose. Their crimes were marked by a propensity for civilian casualties and collateral damage, usually involving fire. That way the heroes were too preoccupied with getting the civilians to safety and containing the fire, and they weren't shy about taking hostages.
But then one day, one civilian happened to walk a little too close to a heist in progress, and their leader immediately took him hostage, threatening to kill him if the police came any closer.
They weren't counting on that civilian having taser gloves and a combination of smoke and flashbang grenades. With the element of surprise on his hands, Sleeper Hit took down a majority of the gang's strongest fighters that day, dealing a crippling blow that the cartel never recovered from, and eventually led to their arrest.
"I've been told I'm kinda plain looking," he said, chuckling. "And I don't stand out much. So it's not all that hard to get mistaken for a civilian. It kept happening a lot in my early career, and I hated it at first… but then I realized I could use it to my advantage. Which is why I refused to take off the faceplate for the interview. That strategy won't exactly work if I show my full face on live TV."
"If that's the case, then why not become an Underground Hero?" Shishina pressed.
"Because that would defeat the entire purpose of my becoming a hero in the first place."
"Explain."
"It's no secret that Quirk Discrimination is a really big problem. Some people can juggle mountains, and other people have a cactus for a head. People with undesirable or mundane quirks are told they don't measure up."
Shishina nodded in understanding, likely having been teased for her unremarkable, purely cosmetic quirk.
"But it's even worse for people who don't have one at all, like myself. You've probably seen the statistics. I know I have. Heck, I've lived the statistics. Unemployment, depression, suicide rates… they're depressingly high for someone without a quirk. And when I became a hero," he went on, facing the camera, "I wanted to show people that even if you can only, say, extend your neck half an inch, or change your eye color, or don't have any sort of power at all, that despite all that, you can do it ."
That's such a pure motive, Uraraka thought as she once again felt a little guilty for her own reasons for becoming a hero. She didn't feel as self-conscious about it nowadays, though, as her classmates and fellow heroes assured here there was nothing wrong with making a living.
But here was Sleeper Hit, exemplifying the true meaning of the word "Hero."
"Well, I'd say you're succeeding in that goal so far," the interviewer said. "Ever since that arrest, charities to fight quirk discrimination have reported a 138% net increase in donations."
"I… wait, really?" Sleeper said, his eyes widening, sounding genuinely surprised. "I didn't know that!"
Uraraka giggled. He was just so gosh-darn sincere.
"Well, it was a pretty recent report," Shishina chuckled, evidently also amused by his reaction. She sighed, her tone lowering a bit. "You know… the Hamada Institute isn't very well known. A lot of people only take their Hero Course because they couldn't make it into UA or Shiketsu. And when they graduate, they don't really last long in the field. But despite all that, you rocketed from near obscurity to placing alongside UA's Hell Class!"
Sleeper's face fell slightly, probably only perceptible to someone who was intently studying his face to figure out where she'd seen it before. Interesting.
"With that in mind, do you think you would have liked to have studied at UA had you been given the chance?" the interviewer asked.
Sleeper hesitated, before he took a deep breath. "Actually… it's funny you should ask that," he said, sounding strangely tired and… bitter? Nah, that couldn't be it.
"I actually did make it into UA. Passed the Entrance Exam and everything. Qualified for Class A even."
He did? But he looks roughly our age, Uraraka thought.
The interviewer looked genuinely surprised.
That would mean he would've… wait…
"Then how did you end up at Hamada?"
No way… it can't be!
"You see… I was expelled the first day because I didn't have a quirk that would help me throw a baseball."
It's that boy who saved me from the Zero Pointer! The boy that Aizawa expelled the first day!
Four years earlier…
Midoriya Izuku could hardly believe it even now. He thought for sure he'd flunked the exam, but out of nowhere, those Rescue Points propelled him from the single digits to being in the top class! He didn't even know Rescue Points were a thing when he went to rescue the nice girl from that rubble, which he supposed was the entire point of the exercise.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he looked up at the massive door to Class 1-A. Well, this is it, Izuku, he thought. Today's the first day of the rest of your life, and these will be your classmates for the next three years. I just hope that Kacchan and that scary glasses guy aren't in this class. Steeling himself, he stepped through the door.
"It's the first day and you're already ruining school property, you delinquent!" the scary glasses guy yelled.
"You're kidding me, right?" Kacchan smirked. "Did your old school put a stick up your a** or were you just born that way?"
...I don't know what I was expecting.
Trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible, he casually strode towards his assigned seat and tried not to be noticed… until he realized his assigned seat was directly behind Kacchan's. A point made clear when the explosive blonde turned and locked eyes with the broccoli-headed boy.
Well, life was fun while it lasted.
"DEKU!" he yelled, his hands already sparking. "WHAT THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE!"
"K-Kacchan!" Izuku stammered as he could already feel the impending burns. "This is m-my classroom, same as yours!"
"BULLSH-"
Then, as quickly as they started, the small explosions ceased. Kacchan looked down in disbelief, before looking up at Izuku as if he was accusing him of somehow deactivating his Quirk. That was when one of the room's inhabitants decided to make himself known.
"Unbelievable. You're already fighting and class hasn't even started yet," the lanky, black-haired man tiredly droned as he stared directly at Kacchan, his eyes glowing.
No way! Eraserhead is our homeroom teacher?!
"I was hoping to test your situational awareness, but it would seem I can't even do that."
With that, everyone who was in class sat down quietly, Izuku lamenting that he didn't even get to properly say hello to the nice girl, though he at least counted his blessings that he didn't have to deal with the intimidating glasses-wearing student as well. Kacchan turned his head to glare daggers at Izuku every 20 seconds or so as the rest of the class filed in.
Finally it was time for class to begin proper. Eraserh- er, Aizawa-sensei informed them they wouldn't be going to orientation, and had them change into their gym clothes and head out onto the field. Izuku did his best to avoid all forms of human contact while in the locker room, making sure there were 3 people between him and Kacchan at any given time.
When he was informed that the class would be undertaking a Quirk Assessment, Izuku got a bit worried, but remembered the training. Relax, you're in top physical condition from all that training you did on Dagobah Beach, he thought as everyone was fixated on Kacchan launching the baseball into the horizon. A lot of your classmates have nonphysical Quirks, you won't embarrass yourself too much. You've got this. Probably.
"I want to go! That looks like fun!" the pink girl exclaimed.
"Fun?" Aizawa echoed back. "All right then, how about this. Whoever comes last has no potential and will be expelled immediately. That sound fun to you?"
I really, REALLY hope I got this.
To his dismay, he found that every classmate of his managed to get stupidly high scores in SOMETHING. Even the ones who didn't seem to have Quirks that enhanced them physically. The short one with the odd purple hair found a way to use his quirk to cheese the sidestep test, and even the invisible girl absolutely aced the flexibility test.
His nerve began to overwhelm him as the tests drew to their conclusion, and he definitely stood no chance at the ball test, not when the nice girl from the exam scored an INFINITY on that particular challenge.
He was hoping, praying his mental calculations were incorrect when the final class ranking went up, hoping against hope that he was making things out to be worse than they were-
20 - Midoriya Izuku
And just like that, his hopes and dreams seemed to fizzle out right there.
"Well, you heard me," Aizawa said. "Midoriya, pack your bags. You're leaving."
Izuku was shaking, stammering, trying to find some way of salvaging the situation. The girl with the black ponytail gasped. "He was serious?" he heard her whisper to herself in shock.
"And don't bother trying to use your Quirklessness as an excuse," the teacher added. "I'm holding you to the same standards as all my other students. And you've failed to meet them."
Izuku just about had a heart attack. Not only was he being expelled, but he had just been outed as Quirkless in front of the entire class. He didn't even bother to look at Kacchan then, already having a clear picture of his venomous, smug, I-told-you-so expression without even having to turn his head.
His mind and body were on autopilot, turning around and trudging his way back to the locker room. His walk of shame took him past a tall, lanky, skeletal-looking blonde man he figured was just the janitor or something, who did little more than look at him sympathetically.
I should've known it was too good to be true.
As Midoriya rounded the corner and out of view, Aizawa felt a twinge of pity that he quickly suppressed.
Don't let your emotions put lives in danger. His heart is without a doubt in the right place, but no matter how hard he tries, no matter how skilled he might be, he'll only be a liability on the field. He'll be going up against villains who are physically better than him, against odds that even heroes with the strongest of Quirks would struggle with. It's only logical to let someone more well-equipped take his place. Better to crush his dreams now than to let harsh reality kick his face in later on down the line.
Even if it means fudging Hagakure's score a little.
After all, he was an Underground Hero, and people like him had to do questionable things to save lives. And that was exactly what he was doing today. Still, he hoped his conscience wouldn't continue to gnaw at him.
He dismissed his class for the day, knowing he had drilled some respect into them. Bakugou would definitely be a problem child, but he had made heroes out of worse before.
And besides, with the initial weeding-out over with, he could get to work prepping Shinsou to fill the vacancy.
Ochako couldn't stop thinking about that boy. She wanted to stick up for him like she did after the exam, but something told her Aizawa wouldn't be as approachable as Present Mic. It just seemed so unfair to her.
He put his life on the line to save mine, and this is how he's rewarded?!
Still, she didn't say a word. Neither did Ashido, who was uncharacteristically quiet the entire walk back to the locker room. From what little Ochako had seen of her, the acid girl was a social butterfly, but she was silent.
She's probably blaming herself, she thought. After all, it was her remark about the test being "fun" that made Aizawa give that ultimatum. Or maybe he would've done that anyway. Who knows.
Stepping out the front door to the school, she was making small talk with Iida, the supposed stick-in-the-mud who was actually pretty nice once you got to know him, when they noticed the solitary figure trudging sadly towards the front gate.
It's him! Ochako thought, speeding up to try to catch up to him, hoping to properly thank him for what he did, console him for what happened, but then her mind hit a bit of a roadblock.
Crap, what was his name again? I only saw his name on the scoreboard for a split second… wait, what did Bakugou call him again? Oh, right!
"Hey, Deku, wait up!"
The boy suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, Ochako feeling relieved that she'd gotten it right… only for Deku to suddenly break out into a run, darting away from the school at full speed.
Ochako blinked in confusion, as did Iida. "What… what happened?" the bespectacled boy asked.
"I'm not sure…" she replied.
"His surname was Midoriya, wasn't it?"
"It was, I think. I wonder why he bolted like that…"
Later that evening, Ochako would do an online search for "Deku Midoriya," hoping to find him on social media and maybe reach out to him that way.
She didn't find him.
But she did find out what "Deku" meant.
She didn't get much sleep that night.
A week later...
Izuku wasn't even surprised as he and his mother went through the mail that morning. He wasn't even that disappointed. Not like he expected much to begin with.
Upon hearing of her son's expulsion, Inko was furious at the school for allowing it to happen. She demanded he let her sue UA, but Izuku pointed out that A) the teachers at UA were well within their rights to expel whoever they wanted for whatever reason, and B) even if they weren't, UA's legal team were top-notch and would win regardless. So instead, she suggested they try to contact some of the other hero schools in the area. After his shining performance on the entrance exam, at least one of them was sure to let him attend.
It was worth a shot, Izuku had said.
But then the response letters arrived, and they all said roughly the same thing with different wording. They'd love to have him, but to make a transfer partway into the semester after having been expelled would be a bureaucratic nightmare, and their classes were full, so he should try again next year.
Translation: We don't want a Quirkless reject to take up space.
Shiketsu turned him down. So did Ketsubutsu. And Seijin. And Seiai.
Inko was just about the end of her rope, and she was starting to become concerned that was close to being literal in Izuku's case.
But then they got to Hamada's letter, which was significantly thicker than the others.
Midoriya Izuku,
Your message has been received, and we are pleased to inform you that your request for a transfer has been accepted. We would be honored to welcome you into our Hero Course. Enclosed within is the list of school supplies, required texts…
Izuku was already tearing up by this point. Doors had been slammed in his face all his life, but fate had finally decided to leave a window open for him. It didn't matter that he only knew the Hamada Institute existed thanks to Googling all the hero schools within 200 km of his apartment. He had another shot.
I can still become a hero…!
As he prepared to enroll in Hamada, he slowly began to accept that maybe UA wouldn't have been the best for him after all. Kacchan was still there, for one. He'd make a great hero, to be sure, but Izuku didn't think he wanted to have to sit behind him for three more years. Not to mention, the teachers and students were just as bad as the ones at Aldera. Era- Aizawa had singled him out and humiliated him in front of the entire class, and the class had turned on him the second they found out he was Quirkless. Even that nice girl had mocked him and called him by that dreaded nickname. So in spite of his disappointment, he felt as though he had dodged a bullet.
That feeling was only further cemented when word got out about the USJ incident.
Hamada's walls were clean, sparsely-decorated aside from the odd map, and much of the school was a silver-blue color. Occasionally there was a display case showcasing some piece of Support Gear designed by the Institute. One in particular Izuku stopped to gush over was the Kaiju Aura Stabilizer worn by the retired American pro hero Fredzilla.
He and his mother dropped by the principal's office to fill out some paperwork to finalize a few details regarding his transfer. Inside the office were a number of pictures of who he assumed to be some of the school's alumni. Very few of them were pro heroes, but one of them caught his eye, the biggest picture of all of them. Hanging directly above the principal's chair was a large framed photo of the school's namesake alongside two other figures.
On the left was a teenager, about Izuku's age actually, with square glasses, unruly black hair, and a blue hoodie. Even though the subject was younger than most knew him, Izuku recognized him immediately as Hamada Hiro, better known as the technopathic Neuronic Hero, Macro Six. On the right was a taller boy, looking about college-age, who seemed to be related to Hiro but whom Izuku didn't recognize. And in the center was… a person with some sort of pillow quirk? No, that looks artificial, it's a balloon or something.
"Actually, it was a robot," the principal said, clearly picking up on Izuku's struggle to decipher the picture. "It's nice to finally meet you two. I'm Principal Ribaru Sutano." He was a kindly-looking old man with rectangular green-tinted glasses, a moustache, and thinning hair.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ribaru," Inko said, bowing slightly.
"This won't take long, I promise you, just some paperwork you need to fill out while I ask the boy a few questions. And maybe answer a few of his as well."
Inko smiled and nodded, sitting down to fill the papers out.
Izuku sat down and cleared his throat. "S-sir? I'm really grateful you'd extend this invitation to me."
"We're glad to have you. You should know, before your message arrived, I was already thinking of contacting you."
"Really?" Izuku asked.
"Oh yes. One of the faculty members at UA, who asked to remain anonymous, sent me a video recording of your entrance exam. And I must say, UA doesn't know what they're missing out on."
He leaned back in his chair. "I should let you know that we're aware of how Quirkless are treated in most schools, and I'd like to inform you that our school has a strict policy on Quirk Discrimination of any kind. You'll be safe here."
Izuku glanced up at him warily. That was what Aldera Junior High had said, but as it turns out, the rules mean nothing when the people who are supposed to enforce them just don't care.
Ribaru smiled kindly. "Looks like you need some convincing. Tell me… who is this school named after?"
This was easy. "Hamada Hiro," Izuku said.
The old man shook his head. "Incorrect."
Izuku looked surprised. "Really?"
The principal turned his body and gestured to the big photograph. "That's Hiro on the left. But the other boy in the picture is his older brother, Hamada Tadashi. He was a brilliant scientific mind, doing a lot of great work as Hero Support. He was the one who developed the microchip used in most modern medical robots. In fact, he was Hiro's inspiration to become a pro hero."
Izuku never knew this side of Macro Six. "So… why have I never heard of him?"
"He was Quirkless."
Izuku gasped, and Inko's eyes widened a bit as she stopped writing. Ribaru chuckled again before a serious expression came across his face.
"He died in a lab accident the day of his brother's graduation. Hiro did his best to preserve his brother's memory, but even decades ago, the Quirkless were on their way out as far as society was concerned, so nobody cared." He turned back to Izuku. "When Hiro founded this school, people always associated the Hamada name with him, but he always intended it to be named for his brother. So it would go against everything our founder stood for if we were to turn you away for losing the genetic lottery." He looked the boy in the eyes as Izuku began to tear up again. "We would be honored to have you attend the Hamada Institute."
Uraraka blinked as the memory of that first day flooded back to her. She hadn't had a lot of time to dwell on it through her time at UA, what with all the other insanity she had to deal with, but occasionally her mind wandered to that unassuming Quirkless boy she had unwittingly scared off. What if she managed to befriend him? Where was he now? She had asked herself that every now and again, and now she knew the answer.
From nearby, Ashido gasped in recognition, and a few of the other students remembered him as well.
Uraraka turned this new information over in her head before coming to a very definite conclusion. "I think we should pay him a visit."
"I'd like that," Ashido said, strangely quietly.
"Yeah, I'm all for it," Kirishima added. "But there's just one problem… I have no idea what agency he works for."
Yaoyorozu was already in the midst of an internet search. "I can't find the information anywhere. It seems as though, even as a daylight Pro Hero, he keeps a lot of information secret and lives a remarkably private life"
"Hmm…" Uraraka said, thinking. "Maybe Bakugou knows something. It seemed like they had a history together."
"I'll ask him," Kirishima suggested. He copied the link to the interview and texted it to Bakugou, asking if he knew anything that would help them track down the elusive Sleeper Hit, and then pressed send.
A few moments later, everyone swore they felt a small earthquake followed by the distant sound of a scream of rage.
I know I should be working on In a League of Their Own right now but I couldn't let this idea die.
This is my first attempt at writing MHA fanfic. I had a few ideas in mind, but this one came about thanks to an idea by the Ao3 user abyssdoor, who suggested it in the comments of another story but didn't think it would ever get made because of how the fandom worships the ground Aizawa walks on.
So I decided to take that challenge.
I will be continuing this story to show both the interview's effect on UA's reputation as well as the other characters.
I hope you don't mind the references to Big Hero 6, both the movie and the Marvel comic no one read.
Also, since I've gotten a couple comments bringing this up, let me point out that I know what Aizawa's expulsion entails, but the prompt specified he go to another school.
