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The tension on the bus could be cut with a knife. 17 handcuffed teenage criminals and villains, their home room teacher, who would be actings as their jailer and four police officers.
No one was talking. Their new teacher sat near the doors seemingly half asleep and the four police officer , each spread out between 5 of them, were sitting straight up and alert.
Understandablely, none of the students were making conversation. they knew nothing about their peers next to them except that they were also criminals and now were going to be in the same class and live in the same dorm.
Still, they couldn’t stand the silence. They hoped it wouldn’t be long until they collected the final few members of their new class.
Luckily it wasn’t.
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It was officially the best day of his life.
Sure he’d been woken up at the crack of dawn and forced to wait with his hand cuffed together and legs cuffed to the uncomfortable chair he was sitting inat the police office.
But he was going to UA.(!!!!!)
Yeah, he was enrolled in 1A but HE was going to UA. He kick his legs the best he could and couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped him, he was going to learn, so much !
He couldn’t help the wide smile that graced his face. Happily aware of how uncomfortable it made the nearby officers.
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Shouta Aizawa was tired.
The first week of school was exhausting for both teachers and students alike. And it was A-class luck that they kinda had two first weeks.
8 days before the first week of class, Eraserhead spent a day in one of UA’s buses, going all across Japan to collect the group of delinquents, he was responsible for that year. So he could spend the rest of the week letting them mellow out before the other kids started.
Once all of them were picked up they rode back to the school where Shouta went over the basic rules and expectations for the dorms and then released them for an hour to unpack, the little belongings they were allowed.
After that, it was time for the worst part of the first day. The class dinner. Catered by UA’s own Lunch Rush: Eraserhead, Midnight and of course, the principal were to sit and eat with the kids to “welcome” them.
He’d thought they were a complete waste of time, but it was one of the few things the rat had insisted on. So he sat awkwardly as Nedzu and Midnight attempted conversation with little to (usually) no success.
“Eraserhead,Sir, we’ve arrived”
Shouta stood reluctantly and took a quick glance at file 18,‘ almost done’ ,he got out the bus and walked into the Mufasta police department.
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He was down right giddy now. The officers watching him kept glancing at the clocks on the wall or their wrist watches so he’d be picked up soon.
He was swinging his legs harder(as much as the handcuffs allowed), and suppressed another fit of giggles. He still couldn’t believe it. Him and at UA, even after everything that happened!
He heard the door open and went still.
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Aizawa nearly missed him. If it wasn’t for the handcuff on his legs and the photo of him in his hand he definitely would have.
Number 18 : Midoriya Izuku
The boy didn’t seem to have much muscle on him,in fact he looked sickly. He had long curly green hair tied up with a bow. He was baby faced with large green eyes and freckles. He was curling into himself and was shaking in his seat.
‘This kids gonna be eaten alive’
“Is this the kid?”, he asked one of the officers as he walked closer, still a bit unbelieving.
“Yes, Sir, number 18 - Midoriya” One said, uncuffing the boy’s legs and putting a thin metal tracking anklet.
“Listen up 18, I’m Shouta Aizawa, the 1A class sponsor and homeroom teacher, with you now being a ward of UA, I’ll be in charge locos parents, we’ll discuss that more in depth at the dorms. Now, we still have to get 19 and 20 so take your seat next to 17” Aizawa drawled leading him onto the bus
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Izuku resisted the urge to skip to his seat. His new classmates seemed to be either sulking or stewing with anger.
He could agree with the latter, being caught sucked but hey, he got a pretty good deal, in the end. And he was going to UA!!!
Keeping his head down incase he smiled he took his seat next to 17. He had purple gravity defying hair and lavender eyes with dark bags under them.
Lucky for him the bus had an open layout so he could see a good amount of his new classmates. He even recognized a few! Unlucky he was sat two open seats away from Aizawa. He felt bad for whoever 20 was.
The atmosphere was tense but Izuku ignored it, he glanced around at all the unfamiliar people and smiled once again.
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Yuuga Aoyama nearly cried with relief as the bus slowed nearing a large mansion where a few blurry figures stood. One of them was student 20 and the judging by the police car park outside the others were officers.
He was student 1 and had been the first to be picked up. At 4am.
Yeah, 4 in the morning. It was nearly 8 pm.
Fortunately for him and the other 1A kids , 18,19, and 20, didn’t live too far from each other.
Well, 18 had been one of the few not to be picked up at his house,along with 4,15,and 10.
19, a short boy with weird purple spheres (?balls?hair?) on his head had been picked up at a nice house 20-ish minutes after 18.
Finally the bus came to a stop and he peeked out the window after Aizawa got off. He saw Student 20,a girl with long black hair put into a ponytail, give a quick hug to what seemed to be her parents before following Aizawa into the bus with her head hung low, similar to what the other students already on the bus did, and probably mirroring the class before them.
Yuuga had tried to get a read on some of his new classmates. He noticed some hung their head in shame, not looking up as to pretend there weren’t tears in their eyes and others stomped onto the bus yet glared at the floor as if it had stabbed their father and spit on mother. A few walked dazed as though they couldn’t believe it.
Believe they’d been caught or accepted into the program he didn’t know. He had seen two boys shaking as they walked to their seat, not out of fear or anger just shaking for whatever reason. One had seemed worried and the other was about as nonchalant as they come.
All very regular reactions from what he studied about 1A. Well, all but one.
Student 18, the boy with green hair, had also came shaking, or rather trembling to his seat. He kept his head down and Yuuga couldn’t tell if he had any more defining features. He looked at 18 and felt a strange rush of Deja Vu.
He decide to put his head back down whenthe bus got back onto the road and couldn’t help but glance towards 18.
The boy was smiling.
And with that Yuuga knew
exactly
who he was