THIRD PERSON'S POV

As they arrived at the school, every student turned to look at them, curiosity flickering in their eyes. Whispers rippled through the crowd as they tried to figure out who the striking newcomer was. Izuku, walking beside James, drew immediate attention. Some of the students couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by his appearance, their gazes lingering on his face with a mix of admiration and desire. Others, however, wore expressions of disdain, their eyes narrowing in judgment at his unusual choice of clothing.

(Ignore the hair)

Izuku, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having, walked with a quiet confidence. His calm demeanor only added to the air of mystery that surrounded him. A few students openly gawked, unable to look away, while others exchanged disapproving glances.

James, quick to notice the attentions Izuku is getting, shot a hard glare at those staring too long. His sharp look was enough to send most of them scattering, hurrying off to their classes, not daring to gawking Izuku any further.

Izuku, glancing back at James, called out, "James, what are you doing back there? I need to go to the principal's office. Let's go."

James, still frowning at the remaining onlookers, muttered, "Yeah, I'm coming, Izz." His gaze swept the crowd one last time before he reluctantly followed, keeping close to Izuku's side, his protective nature clear in every step.

As Izuku stepped into the principal's office, the room was filled with the soft hum of conversation among a few teachers. The principal, a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a calm demeanor, looked up from his desk and offered a welcoming smile.

"So, you're the new student-Izuku Midoriya, right?" His voice was warm, yet carried an air of authority.

Izuku nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."

The principal leaned back slightly in his chair, studying Izuku for a moment before speaking again. "Tell me a bit about yourself, your quirk, and anything else you think we should know."

Izuku took a breath, his expression calm but focused and he started telling them about his quirk and something about his life like his way in U.A. Japan.

The principal nodded thoughtfully, exchanging a glance with the teachers beside him. "It sounds like you have a unique and powerful ability, Izuku. I'm sure you'll make great progress here." He stood up from his desk, extending a hand. "Welcome to the school."

Izuku's POV

I stood outside classroom A1, waiting as the teacher had instructed. My heart pounded a little, but I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. From inside, I heard the teacher's voice call out.

"You can come in now."

"Okay," I replied, pushing the door open.

As I walked in, I could feel the weight of every gaze in the room. Curious eyes followed me, assessing me with a mix of interest and surprise. My attention shifted to the back of the class, where I spotted my entire group sitting together. They hadn't mentioned they'd be in this class, but seeing familiar faces brought me some comfort.

The teacher gestured for me to stand in front of the class. "Now, introduce yourself."

I cleared my throat, trying to stay composed. "My name is Izuku Midoriya. I'm from Japan. I attended U.A. High for three months before transferring here." I paused, then continued, "My quirks are..." I explain briefly, not wanting to go into the full explanation right now.

Before I could finish, one of the girls in the front row gasped. "Wow, your quirks are so cool! And you went to U.A. in Japan? That's amazing!"

A boy next to her nodded eagerly. "Yeah, U.A. is the only school that can compete with ours. You must be really strong."

My cheeks flushed slightly, feeling the sudden attention. "No, no... I'm not really that strong," I muttered, embarrassed, rubbing the back of my neck.

Another girl leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "So, why were you with them this morning?"

I blinked, a little surprised by the question. "Oh, because I'm their leader."

The entire class let out a collective, "Ohhhhhh..." as if that piece of information suddenly made sense to them.

Then another boy, sitting near the window, raised his hand slightly before blurting out, "Hey, by the way, why are you wearing those clothes?"

Without missing a beat, I responded confidently, "Because I'm pansexual. Is there a problem with that?"

The boy stammered, his face turning a deep shade of red. "N-no, that's not it! I mean... you just... you look like... like an angel," he finished, blushing furiously.

Before I could react, James, who had been quietly watching, stood up and glared at the boy. "Hey, watch it! That's my boy-stay away from him."

I turned sharply to James, my eyes wide in shock. "Huh?"

James' face reddened even more as he realized what he had said. He quickly backtracked, stammering, "N-no! I didn't mean it like that! I mean... nothing! Hmph."

The rest of the class fell silent for a second, then erupted into laughter, while my group at the back smirked and teased James mercilessly. The moment was awkward, but the lightheartedness in the air helped ease the tension.

The teacher, shaking his head with a small smile, clapped his hands to restore order. "Alright, that's enough. Settle down, everyone. Izuku, you can take the empty seat over there."

I nodded, making my way to the seat, my face still warm from the earlier exchange. As I sat down, I couldn't help but notice the playful glances my group was giving me. It was going to be an interesting day, that much was certain.

- LUNCH TIME -

I was sitting with my group, casually enjoying lunch when three boys approached us with smug expressions. The air around them felt heavy with tension as they made their way over.

"Hey, new kid," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

I didn't bother looking up at first, but when I did, my eyes narrowed. "I have a name," I shot back, my voice sharp. "What do you want?"

The leader of the group stepped forward, crossing his arms. "You said you're their leader, right? Then fight me. Prove it."

The second boy chimed in, smirking. "Yeah, we don't believe a word you're saying, pan."

My blood boiled at the sound of that word. "Pan." The way he spat it out made my fists clench beneath the table. My pulse quickened, and anger surged through me.

I stood up slowly, my gaze locked onto them. "You want a fight? Fine," I said, voice low and dangerous. "I'll beat the crap out of all of you. Let's go."

My mind raced as I glared at them. How dare they talk to me like that? I felt an unfamiliar anger stirring deep within me, sharper than what I was used to. In Japan, I would have just kept quiet, swallowed my pride, and let their words pass. But this was different. Here, I wasn't about to let them insult me.

The third boy snickered, leaning in mockingly. "What's the matter? Thinking of how to beg for mercy?" He burst into laughter, the sound grating on my nerves.

I snapped, my fists tightening as I took a step closer. "Shut up, dumbass," I growled.

The tension in the air was palpable, and for a split second, it felt like the entire cafeteria had gone quiet, waiting for what would happen next. I could feel the eyes of my group behind me, watching. They knew me well enough to understand that I was about to lose it, and for once, I wasn't holding back.

After the fight

After the challenge in the cafeteria, word spread quickly across the entire school. By the time we reached the grounds for the fight, almost the whole student body had gathered to watch. Some came out of sheer curiosity, eager to learn more about me and my quirk. Others were expecting to see me get beaten up, thinking I was being arrogant by calling myself the leader of my group. And then, there were those who showed up to cheer me on, knowing the ones challenging me were notorious school bullies.

As the fight unfolded, it became clear to everyone why I was the leader of my group. My strength, my control, and my quirk all spoke for themselves. By the end of it, the crowd's perception had shifted-where doubt once stood, there was now admiration. They began to understand that I wasn't just some boastful new kid.

Some students even looked at me the way I had once looked up to All Might, eyes filled with awe and respect.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead, looking down at the defeated boys. "Now do you get it? This is why I'm their leader," I said, glaring down at them, my voice sharp and unyielding.

The first boy, his face pale and his confidence shattered, stammered, "Y-Yeah..."

The second one, his legs trembling, could barely speak. "Y-Ye-Yes..." he muttered, terrified.

Before I could press further, Izumi called out, her tone light but firm. "Come on, Izu, that's enough."

Izuna, unable to control her laughter, rolled on the ground, clutching her stomach. "Zuku, stop glaring at them! They're gonna wet their pants!" she cackled.

James stepped forward, grabbing me by the arm with a grin. "Alright, alright, that's enough. Let's get back to class," he said, pulling me away before things escalated any further.

William, ever the charmer, added in a playful tone, "Now, now, let's all go to our respective classes, right?" His flirty voice caused half the school to blush instantly, especially the girls.

Katrina scowled at him, unimpressed. "Stop it, William," she muttered with a roll of her eyes.

Belly, already on the move, grabbed Katrina's hand. "Okay, let's go! We're already late!" she yelled, dragging Katrina along as she sprinted toward the building.

And just like that, my first day at my new school ended with me being known by everyone. Respect, admiration, and even a little idolization followed me wherever I went from that moment onward. It seemed my reputation had already been solidified.

Izuku's POV

As I walked into the classroom, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Everyone was talking about how I had beaten those bullies, how strong my quirk was, and why I truly deserved to be the leader of my group. For the first time, I found myself soaking up the attention, basking in the praise. It felt good-no, it felt amazing.

A wave of shock hit me as I realized something. If I were still in Japan, I'd have hated this kind of attention. I would've been embarrassed, shrinking back into the shadows, but now? Now, I was loving it. Why was I so naive before?

I couldn't help but reflect on how much I'd changed in just two short weeks. America had done something to me, helped me bring out a side of myself I never knew existed. I wasn't the timid, overly-polite person I used to be-the "cinnamon roll" everyone saw me as. I had been acting that way for so long, convincing myself I was being kind, polite, and selfless, when in reality, I had been a pushover. How had I never noticed?

My thoughts were interrupted by James' voice. "Izz, what are you thinking about?" he asked, snapping me out of my internal monologue.

I glanced at him and smirked. "Just that... coming to America was the best decision of my life."

James looked at me curiously. "Why? Because of what happened today? You should just forget about that. Let's make some new, amazing memories to replace those shitty ones."

I chuckled softly, grateful for his concern. "Thanks for hearing me out this morning. But no, I'm thinking about something else now."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it?"

I took a deep breath, my eyes meeting his. "How America-and all of you-helped me realize my true self. You've all played a part in changing me, helping me become who I really am."

James gave me a wide grin, clearly pleased. "Come on, Izz. We're friends. I'd do anything for you," he said before suddenly realizing what he'd just admitted. His face flushed a deep red as he stammered, "N-no, I mean... we... I mean, all of us...!"

His embarrassment was contagious, and I felt my own cheeks heat up as I stammered back, "Oh... o-okay."

My thoughts spiraled in confusion, a strange feeling blooming in my chest. What is this? Butterflies. My heart fluttered as I looked at James, and a flood of emotions rushed through me. This feels... familiar. Nostalgic, almost. I'd never felt this way around Uraraka. But James... he was different. D-do I... like him?

Suddenly, the realization hit me like a freight train. Oh my God! How could I have missed this for so long? I had never been in love with Uraraka-she was just an attraction, a fleeting crush. But James? I had liked him this whole time! You idiot, Deku, I scolded myself internally. You've been blind to your own feelings!

Panic and excitement rushed through me in equal measure. What do I do now? My mind raced, and I decided, I'll ask Izumi and Izuna for advice. They'll know what to do.

I stole another glance at James, my heart pounding in my chest. Everything had changed in an instant, and now, I had to figure out what to do next.

- AT HOME -

That evening, Izuku fidgeted nervously, pacing back and forth before finally working up the courage to approach his sisters. "Um... Izumi, Izuna, I need to talk to you about something."

Izuna glanced up from her phone, eyebrow raised. "What is it, Zuku?"

Izuku hesitated, feeling his cheeks heat up. "Uh... I th-think I... like J-James."

For a moment, there was dead silence. Izuna and Izumi simply stared at him with blank expressions.

Izuku shifted uncomfortably, looking between the two. "Wh-why aren't you saying anything?"

Izuna finally broke the silence, her face completely neutral. "We've known for ages," she said flatly.

Izuku blinked in shock. "HUH?"

Izumi nodded, completely unfazed. "Yeah, we figured it out ages ago. It's been obvious for a while."

Izuku's eyes widened in disbelief. "H-How?! I just figured it out today! What the hell do you mean you knew long ago?!"

Izumi chuckled. "You used to constantly ask us about him on calls and in messages. Not to mention how you'd always look at him when we played together. It was pretty obvious."

Izuku's mind was racing. "Wait... does that mean everyone knew? Does James know?!"

Izuna shrugged casually. "Not sure about him, but yeah, we all knew. And we also knew that Uraraka was just a distraction-nothing serious."

Izuku sat there, dumbfounded, as his sisters watched him with knowing smiles. "Oh..." he muttered, feeling slightly foolish.

Izuna smirked, leaning forward. "What 'oh'? So, when are you going to propose?"

Izuku's face turned bright red at the suggestion. "P-p-p-propose?!" he stammered, his voice rising several octaves.

Izumi grinned. "Yeah, why not? You already know you like him."

Izuku's heart was racing. "But... what if he doesn't feel the same? I-I don't want to go through the whole 'proposing to someone and getting rejected' thing again!"

Izuna rolled her eyes. "He likes you, idiot. And if you don't want to propose first, just make him propose to you."

Izuku stared at her in shock. "Wait, what? You're sure he likes me?!"

Izumi crossed her arms confidently. "We're all sure. It's written all over both your dumb faces. We just don't know why you two haven't figured it out until now."

Izuku felt a wave of relief wash over him but still couldn't shake the nervous excitement bubbling inside him. "So... what do I do now?"

Izuna's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Easy. Make him jealous. Push him to the point where he can't hold back and he'll be the one to confess."

Izuku's eyes lit up. "That's... actually brilliant! You're the best, sis!" He grabbed Izuna and spun her around in excitement.

Izuna yelped, "Yeah, yeah, I'm amazing, now put me down before I throw up!" Her head was spinning as she laughed, pushing him away.

Izuku set her down, grinning ear to ear. He couldn't believe how much things had changed in such a short time. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt genuinely happy-and ready to take the next step.

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And that's how Izuku notice his true feelings and he just forget about that bitch Urarake and all about UA and move on.
They plan to make James propose Izuku and William gonna help in this.

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Byee~~

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