POV; Grian!

Well.

I woke up, and I'm a bit scared? Not because of anything I saw, but because I time travelled to the first day of U.A...

Uh oh. I think Bakugo still remembers me, and I'm still kind of new to my quirk.

Also, even though I didn't, I still remember being accepted into 1-A.

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" Hello, young... uh... someone! I must say, I am very impressed by your skills. You have a very strong quirk, and one girl named Kinoko claimed you had helped her. So, naturally, you are accepted into U.A in Class 1-A with your 153 points! "

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Yep.

Anyways, I had a bit before I had to go- so I decided to chat with Scar.

Grian: hey scar!!

Scar: I'M IN CLASS AND I ALMOST GOT CAUGHT 

Grian: Oh, sorry

Scar: Its fine but I almost got a heart attack 

That was satire, right?

Grian: satire, right?

Scar didn't reply.

Grian: SATIRE, RIGHT

Scar: yeah lol i was just messing with you

Ugh.

Grian: stop. Anyways I gotta go now, byee!

I changed my clothes, then at lightning speed ran out of my house.

I nearly tripped, but I caught myself somehow- and continued running.

Then I stared at the entrance to U.A.

Wow.

What a sight, I'm proud of the builders.

I stepped in, then blank-faced. I still had no idea where to go, after watching the entire anime last night.

I ran through the halls, but then bumped into Midoriya.

" A-ah, sorry! " He exclaimed.

I smiled at him. " Ah- no, it's fine. Are you in 1-A aswell? " 

Midoriya looked at me. " Uhm- yes, yes I am! "

" Well, it's nice to meet you then! " I waved at him, then went on to find 1-A.

Well- nevermind, because I just found it!

Midoriya came soon after, and then the nerves hit me.

I'm gonna get killed by Bakugo, and maybe Aizawa aswell.

Midoriya opened the door, and then I saw Iida yelling at Bakugo. 

Izuku made a distressed face, and I just sighed.

I want to go home.

Bakugo made fun of Iida some more- wow, I feel like Scar, skipping this dialogue.

Iida: " Crushing? That's cruel. Do you truly aim to be a hero? " I sure don't.

AH CRAP, THEY NOTICED US!

Bakugo: " Oh. It's you two. " Wait, what? Wasn't Iida supposed-

AAH GOD, THEY'RE STARING AT US.

I hid my face behind my wings, as Midoriya sputtered nervously.

Iida: " Ohayoo! I am from Somei Private Academy. My name is— "

Midoriya cut him off. " I heard! "

I peeked from under my wings, and the sight of Iida being frozen made me smile a bit.

" I'm Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Iida. " Midoriya said.

I decided to keep quiet, not wanting to get even more attention than I already have.

Oh, right. Scar wanted our names a secret? I'll trust him.

Iida: " And you? " He nodded to me.

" ... " I kept silent, and Iida waited for a moment more before continuing to talk to Midoriya.

I really don't want to do this. I REALLY don't want to do this.

Uraraka called Midoriya the plain-looking one and thanked him from behind the door, startling him.

I lowered my wings to see Bakugo glaring at me, and I smiled at him kindly- before changing my demeanour.

My smile was bigger, but it wasn't in a psychopathic way. No no no, it was in a way that let Bakugo know I felt I was better than him. My chin was up, and I glared at him with a smirk. 

And boy, did he hate that- but he kept quiet.

After that, I put on a regular smile again and lowered my chin.

I turned around and watched Midoriya's 'conversation' with Uraraka, ignoring Bakugo's death glare facing me. I noticed Aizawa, and went to sit in my seat- just behind Momo who looked at me curiously.

And then, Aizawa was somehow threatening in a beanbag.

Time is limited, I sure hope mine is. 

Okay, looking at him- Aizawa is much scarier than he is in the anime, and he isn't even smiling.

Wait why is everyone so shocked at Aizawa? Did they expect someone like Endeavor or something?

It doesn't make sense, how shocked they are, but I guess nothing does anymore.

Aizawa told us to put on the gym uniforms and go on the field- which we all did.

And god, am I terrified for Aizawa's judgement of me.

" A Quirk Assessment test?! " The entire class shouted, except me.

Wow, they ARE loud. 

Aizawa's actually being understandable, but that makes the students hate him since they want to have fun somehow.

" U.A.'s selling point is how unrestricted it's school traditions are. That's also how the teachers run their classes. "

I drew a heart on my arm with my finger, bored. It wasn't visible but whatever.

" You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right? "

" Physical fitness tests where you weren't allowed to use your Quirks. " Well, I have. With Quirks is a different story.

" The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks. It's not rational. " I like Aizawa's monologue, it helps me prepare mentally and physically.

I ended up ignoring everything, instead resorting to drawing invisible random things on my arm.

I was a bit nervous about the expelling , since his eyes were on me aswell. Is it the lack of variety I have, or the fact I cant control my quirk's strength?

Aizawa: " Also, nameless person. You can fly for this. " 

I smiled at him in return.

Somehow, I ended up fourth in the running test which was nice. Made me a little bit less stressed- but now I'm confused. 

How strong is my quirk?

Now, I'm starting to realize the seriousness of this. Even though I know it's a sham... atleast I'm pretty sure...

If I need to become strong, I need to try. Or else... I might as well just become a villain and go crazy.

Because, if I won't go home ever- I might aswell do good here.

Oh- I zoned out a bit and Aizawa is being scary again.

Mommm, Aizawa's traumatizing his students againnnn!

Except, after Midoriya- he called me over. ME. Grian.

" Nameless kid! Over here. "

I smiled softly, and walked over to him.

" You lack control in your quirk, aswell. Not in the way Izuku does, but it seems like you're new to your quirk judging by your Entrance Exam. " Mhm.

" You have trouble paying attention, and you seem surprised by what you do with your quirk sometimes. But that isn't it. " He hasn't been too hard on me, yet.

" You're not doing well in reputation. You've made enemies with Bakugo, and you're smiling too often. Do you think this makes you a hero?! " His voice raised.

 ( author rereading, I could have done way better with this. All of this part in the chapter. )

Wow, yelling at a teenager. How low do you go?

I found that his yelling was rude. " Well, no. No, I don't think that making enemies or smiling makes me a hero, but it doesn't make me NOT a hero. Infact, I'd say it improves my skills. "

Aizawa kept quiet, so I continued to explain. " Having an enemy, or as I would say- rival, means I can push myself to my limits to surpass them and they will too. And, as for the smiling- it's a neutral thing, but a hero helps people. And if I'm helping a little child, I wouldn't wanna scare them. Would I?... also what does smiling too much mean? "

Aizawa hesitated, before speaking. " ... I see your point. You explained your point well enough, so I only ask you to keep your word. Also, what's your name? "

Wait, this is NOT in character for him. Why is he acting like this? 

I smiled at his question. " I don't think I have to tell you, or anyone, that. A name is insignificant, if you'll use a code name instead. " And without another word, I walked to the rest of the group.

Wonderful, amazing! But, Aizawa would probably ignore my words after this so that the story still goes on properly.

Anyways, what did Scar do?

POV; Scar!

Once again, this won't be eventful. I'm a spectator, a side character...

Nevermind, because is that Nagisa and the-... baseball guy, in the bushes I see? I'm also in the bushes, but I'm witnessing this.

This episode was what made me begin to respect Korosensei, and my respect for him only grew after that. It grew, and grew.

Wait. So, Mister Baseball is trying to throw it, or preparing to. What if I shoot Korosensei's magazine to distract him?

...

Ready.

Aim...

Fire.

" Eeeek! " Korosensei squealed, and then- OH! His name is Sugino. Sugino threw the ball.

Ah, Korosensei still caught it even with my added help. Well- it's to be expected, I suppose. Korosensei cant die this early.

Korosensei warns the two about the time of graduation after complimenting Sugino or something, I'm bored, and Sugino looks down in shame.

It isn't anything to be sad about, though.

...

Ah, a timeskip. We're in class. Somehow, Korosensei doesn't notice Kayano and Nagisa speaking.

* ding * Wait what that was from my phone-

Ughh, Grian!

Grian: hey scar!!

Scar: I'M IN CLASS AND I ALMOST GOT CAUGHT

Grian: Oh, sorry

Scar: Its fine but I almost got a heart attack

It wasn't true, but it did spook me a bit- his random text. Korosensei froze, but continued teaching.

Grian: satire, right?

What if I don't respond?

Grian: SATIRE, RIGHT

... Is he panicking or joking? 

Scar: yeah lol i was just messing with you

Grian: stop. Anyways I gotta go now, byee!

Okay he didn't like that, but bye I guess.

Okay, regardless...

I've made more doodles in my notebook than I've payed attention to class. Which is a 99% to 1% ratio.

Wait, isn't this when Sugaya's notebook- AH GOD. He took mine too.

This was pretty angsty art, which worried me a lot. I don't even do vent art that much, so why now did I? At this time?!

There were mushrooms scattering the page, words like; ' HELP ' written. It didn't have anything that could tie it to wanting to go home, but that was what I imagined it being related to.

I think I drew like, one knife on the page too. It had an X in it, because I associate assassination with knives- and I don't want to assassinate.

There were bandaids on the page, a very loose reference to Bdubs- since his MC skin was NOT looking too good, as in his face was damaged. I just wanna see anyone again, even Jimmy. Or Scott. Mostly Jelly though.

" ... Ah. " Korosensei's voice shook, and he went a blue- signalling not sadness, but worry. Dammit.

" Umm, nameless student?... What's with this page?... " Korosensei didn't show the page, thankfully- but his face told the students it was concerning.

I frowned, and said nothing. 

" we'll... We'll talk about this after class. Anyways, Sugaya. Your art was fine, but... not quite on mark. " Korosensei went back to his regular yellow, and showed Sugaya's ruined art.

Ah, crap. This was NOT very good. We need to ' talk ', that's never good in any circumstances...

Can I just timeskip right now? Like, to after the talk. On 3.

1...

2...

3!

Oh. It didn't work...

Maybe I should stop talking to myself internally.

Well, Korosensei is gone for a ball game- I remember why.

Buuuut, Karasuma is here. And he wants to know our progress on killing Korosensei.

 Korosensei's more likely gonna kill ME, with the ' talk. ' 

Crap. A timeskip.

To... the end of the day. If I can just walk out-

" Ah, nameless student. You stay. " Frick. That- Grian allows frick, right?

Maybe I should just not tell him what he wants to know, and he'll let me go...?

Regardless, I stayed in the room and waited for an answer.

Don't think I didn't notice that Nagisa's eavesdropping. That means Nagisa will know too, but I don't wanna call him out- that'd be rude.

" So. Nameless student, you know why I asked you to stay- yes? " Korosensei asked.

I refused to make eye contact, instead staying in my seat and nodding.

I blinked, and Korosensei was at my desk- could he make this any more stressful? God, I hope he cant. Zero stars right now.

" The notebook drawings... I'd like to know why you drew them. " 

I grimaced. " ... reasons. " (A/N: If he seems OOC, it's because it's a dramatic anime moment. He's in an anime, and it's kinda affected him. Totally not because I forgot how to write Scar haha)

I don't like being serious, I just want to be comedy relief for the anime. I cant be comedy relief with this going on!

" What reasons? " He pushed on further.

Okay. I don't think you're supposed to push someone to explain something they don't want to explain. Never let this man do therapy-

Hey, he's usually better at this! Is it just more dramatic anime scenes?

" I have my reasons for it. " I said, my voice more stern- however no eye contact was made, anyways.

( AGH SORRY FOR USING ' SAID ' I HAD NO CHOICE ) 

The room was silent for a moment. Then, Korosensei responded. " ... I'm only trying to help you. "

Okay, thats it. Trying to help me- He's trying to give therapy. He has no freaking idea how, oh my god.

He sucks at this. Worst ever teacher with this, worse than- wait what was I gonna say?... Nagisa please come in-... 

Nope, I gotta say it myself. Not that that's a bad thing.

" You're trying to help? Then actually do a good job at it. " I snapped. I finally made eye contact, but the roles were swapped in a way.

I stood up, hands still on the desk- as I glared up at him.

He said nothing, in shock, so I continued. " If you want to help someone with personal problems, you should maybe- I don't know, NOT force them to tell what happened and instead go to comforting them about it or something to get a bit more information and then being able to actually HELP. I'm not a therapist, but atleast I know that. I don't know what you expected from me, but it sure as hell won't happen. "

Wait, I said H-E-L-L. Will I get killed by Grian for that? Oh no...

...

The silence is nice.

Too bad his voice came again. " you're dismissed. "

I stood up, and left- grimace on my face. The moment I exited the room, I finally felt like I could breathe.

I put on a casual smile again, and waved at Nagisa.

...

I am myself, not from this universe.

I will get out. Somehow. Even if someone else has to get me.