Metal chains clanged together causing fuzzy, black ears to twitch and small fangs to bite down on an already abused, dry bottom lip.

Not bothering to look at the woman securing the handcuffs on her wrists, Amaya kept her head down low and tried to calm her racing heart.

The man standing next to the plump middle age woman couldn't help but frown at the scene before him. He scratched at his loose, shaggy black hair and resisted saying something to the apparent pissed off woman who would not stop looking at the teen with resentment and disgust.

"Finally get some real sense of peace around here. Good luck with her, I suggest chaining her to the bed, so she doesn't try anything at night," Ms. Reí advised the tired looking pro-hero who could only nod in response. He would rather just agree because if not he might just insult the old hag.

"Let's go Hitachi. The car is out front," Aizawa spoke quietly, leading the way out and waiting for the petite girl to stand next to him.

The girl slowly followed, never letting her eyes move from the ground but before she could reach Aizawa, Ms. Reí tightly gripped Amaya's pale arm.

"Don't think that just because you've been given this opportunity it makes you any less evil than your family. You villains all share the same blood. Good riddance for me," her gruff voice harshly whispered into the girl's black ear causing her to flinch slightly and bite her lip harder.

Amaya didn't respond and was pushed to keep walking by Ms. Rei's rough hand on her back. Aizawa couldn't help but let a glare slip through toward the old hag, scoffing at the interaction that occurred.

Both adult and teen stepped out and the red, worn out door slammed causing Amaya's ears to twitch once more.

Aizawa let himself stare at her cat features for only a few seconds before he grabbed the key given to him and held out his hand toward Amaya.

Amaya raised her head to look into his dark grey eyes, emotionless golden irises focusing on the black and blue bags he had under his eyes. She raised one eyebrow in question then narrowed her eyes in fear and anger, her gold irises slitting like an angry cat, when he went to grab at her chains. The fur on her tail bristled and tightened its grip on her waist.

"Relax. I'm going to take the handcuffs off. I doubt you like wearing those. The shock collar is excessive too but unfortunately, I can't legally take that off you. So just let me do this much," Aizawa softly voiced, staring at the girl with an honest expression.

Amaya wanted to glare at him, but he stared right into her eyes without the usual disgust, anger or fear. He looked genuine which caught her off guard. It'd been a long time since anyone purposely looked her in the eyes and wasn't screaming at her.

"He could always just shock you if he wanted to. Don't let yourself think so much dumbass."

Her mind rudely supplied, defending her from feeling false hope.

Amaya's eyes glazed over from their surprised state and she moved her hands into his, letting him unlock the chains she was confined in. Now that the heavyweight was off her wrists, she twisted them in an easy, practiced, memorized way. Looking back down she waited for Aizawa to continue forward and down the building.

Aizawa didn't say anything after that encounter, just moved to the black car that waited in front of the complex. The quiet atmosphere was mostly comfortable, but the man couldn't resist feeling sympathetic to the young girl's situation. Usually known for his blank face and blunt mannerisms he couldn't help but want to make the girl feel less tense and show her that she wasn't being seen as a villain right now.

"Poor kid. Damn adults fearing and mistreating a child that had no control over her situation," Aizawa's thoughts growled, his hands gripped the car door handle a bit harder than usual as he opened the driver's side.

Amaya sat down in the passenger's seat, being mindful of her tail and placed her worn out bag on the ground. Immediately she moved her eyes to look out the window. She was nervous about starting her new life with this pro-hero and couldn't help but wonder what this new path would include for her. It honestly couldn't get worse than what she's already been through... she hoped.

The car started with a soft hum and the two drove in silence, not that either minded. Gold eyes stared at the passing buildings, taking time to admire the sun setting. It was moments like this that provided the slightest bit of comfort in her dreary life. The beauty of the sun setting was something few truly appreciated; it was an image that made her feel free whenever she was lucky enough to see it...

"Having a window is a privilege, actually you being allowed into society again is a privilege. Don't ask stupid questions. Understand just how lucky you are that I have taken it upon myself to do something as foolish as taking care of a demon child," Ms. Reí hissed at a younger Amaya who felt her throat close up, eyes dulling.

Amaya bit at her lip to stop herself from thinking too much. Looking up she realized they had arrived at a small but comfortable looking two-story house. Without saying a word, she grabbed her bag and got out of the car. She waited for Aizawa to open the front door before moving in.

Once inside she clutched at the tattered, worn out black backpack strap that hung off from her shoulder. Aizawa closed the door and after taking his shoes off headed straight into the kitchen.

"You hungry? There's not much I can make so is ramen okay with you for now?" Aizawa asked as he rummaged through the cabinets.

Before Amaya could decline, her ears twitched as she heard the soft taps of what felt like another feline near her. Her intuition was correct as seconds later a long grey tabby cat jumped from the stairs near the entrance and immediately made way to move through Amaya's legs.

A small sincere smile made its way across Amaya's face as she crouched down and picked up the grey cat in her arms. It purred instantly and snuggled into her chest causing her nerves to be replaced with comfort.

Aizawa, standing near the kitchen's open doorway grinned at the sight before him.

"Mochi doesn't like people. Barely anyone comes here anyways but when they do, she hides," Aizawa said, looking at the spoiled cat who was currently falling asleep in the teen girl's arms.

Amaya didn't respond at first just letting herself revel in the warmth of the cat. She looked up at Aizawa with the small smile still on her face, but her words were monotonous.

"It's probably because of my quirk. I'm part cat so besides having the abilities that a cat has they tend to like me more than normal humans."

Aizawa nodded, a bit surprised the teen spoke considering he only heard her speak briefly with Nezu.

"I'm not hungry by the way. Thanks, but if possible, could I just rest? If you give me the chains, I can lock myself up, so you don't have to," Amaya quietly stated, her voice dry and eyes starting to dull over again.

Aizawa frowned, staring seriously at the small girl who had yet to move from the entrance.

"Look kid, I'm not going to ask how it was living with that old hag. However, now that you're here with me, know that I'm not chaining you to anything. I took the chains off for a reason. I even threw them out so don't worry about that. My house is now yours and if we're going to be living together there needs to be some form of trust. I trust you okay. So just relax and go to bed. You're in the guest room, which is upstairs, second door to your right," he explained before moving back into the kitchen to finish making his meal.

Amaya stayed in place, shocked at the pro-hero's words. He trusted her? Her? When was the last time she was given such freedom? She couldn't help but stare at the man's back for a bit longer before slowly shuffling upstairs into the guest room, Mochi still asleep in her arms.

Opening the door to the, well technically now her, room Amaya placed Mochi on the blue bed beside her. The guest, her, room was much bigger than the closet of a room she had before. Next to the blue bed with white comforters and black pillows was a wooden nightstand that had a simple lamp and digital alarm clock. She had not one but two windows decorating her walls and a closet to her right.

Sitting down softly on the bed Amaya couldn't help but feel a knot in her throat and clenched at her chest. She breathed out slowly and tried to settle her mind.

"My home is now yours."

Her eyes lit up and as she rested near Mochi, she slept comfortably in a new place.

Bright sunlight filled the room and Amaya awoke disoriented. She stared at her surroundings in confusion before she realized where she was.

"Ahh yep. I'm living with Aizawa now."

Amaya stretched and let a yawn escape her dry mouth. It felt weird for her arms to not feel stiff and sore in the morning, however it was a feeling she hoped to get used to.

A soft meow was heard by her feet and Amaya let out a small giggle. Three gentle knocks made her immediately shut up and she naturally tensed at the door opening.

Aizawa, who looked just as tired as yesterday, glanced at Mochi before eyeing Amaya.

"Breakfast is ready. You have your own bathroom on the right here and it should have all the necessary toiletries, if not let me know," he explained calmly and then left her to her own devices.

Amaya let out the breath she was holding; she thought she was going to be punished for sleeping in and not preparing breakfast herself.

"Calm down. This isn't like old lady Reí. Aizawa doesn't seem to be scared or disgusted by you yet. Let's just see how things play out today."

With that thought in mind Amaya nodded to herself before getting ready for the day.

Considering she didn't own more than five outfits Amaya's options were limited so she changed the old grey sweats and wrinkled black tee to black skinny jeans and slipped on a maroon hoodie, making sure to keep her wrists covered.

Walking downstairs, Amaya's ears twitched at the sounds Aizawa made from the kitchen. Her black tail wrapped around her arm as a source of comfort. This would be the first time she had breakfast with someone in three years and her nerves were getting to her.

Looking around, Amaya appreciated the small but homey kitchen and sat down at the four-person table. On display her eyes greedily stared at the breakfast laid out. There were chocolate chip pancakes in a stack on the middle of the table and a bowl of strawberries next to it. Near that dish was a plate of bacon and little sausages that caused Amaya's mouth to water.

Embarrassingly her stomach gurgled loudly, causing an abrupt blush to spread on her cheeks. Trying to keep her face neutral, Amaya cautiously watched Aizawa to see if he'd yell at her for being near the food. She knew that he heard her stomach noises but all he did was fix up eggs on two plates with a grin on his face. Hesitantly she sat down seeing as he wasn't angry at her and her tail slowly started loosening on her arm.

Aizawa placed the eggs in front of her then sat across the table.

"Itadakimasu," Aizawa mumbled before he began eating.

Amaya, still hesitant about messing up, slowly moved her fork to place some bacon on her plate. She focused on Aizawa's reaction to see if it was safe and when he didn't react, she too mumbled her appreciation for the food and began to eat.

Amaya's eyes widened at the taste of the food. She had come to rely on herself to cook the meals while living with Ms. Reí. While she definitely knew the basics of cooking, none of her meals ever looked or tasted so good. Amaya was allowed to eat scraps or leftovers of Ms. Rei's plate, but it was never a lot, so she had accustomed herself to not eating much. Hence why she was smaller than the average 15 year old and got full after eating the eggs and two pieces of bacon on her plate.

"You can eat more. A heroine needs her strength and that requires substance," Aizawa encouraged, looking at the young teen with concern in his eyes.

Amaya nodded and bit her lip in response. She didn't want to anger him, but she knew her stomach couldn't handle that much food either.

Taking a chance, she told him the truth.

"I lived with Ms. Reí for two years and during those years I wasn't really allowed to eat much. The food is delicious, and I want to keep eating but I'm not used to it. Please forgive me. I'll try my best to eat more."

Aizawa stopped eating and stared at the girl sympathetically. He felt his hands clench, knuckles turning white in anger at the old hag. Breathing out deeply he unclenched his hands and gave Amaya a soft look.

"That's okay. We're going to have to build up your appetite because once you start training, you'll pass out if you don't eat enough. You don't have to eat more now but you'll have to start eating snacks about every three to four hours," Aizawa explained looking seriously at the teen.

Amaya felt surprised, something warm building up inside of her. She nodded, gripping at her chest in slight confusion, moving to wash her plate.

She washed the dishes Aizawa used while he cooked, by the time Aizawa finished eating she too was done cleaning. She waited near the sink to clean his plate too.

"Why don't you go sit down and read. I got this. Thank you for cleaning up after me," Aizawa thanked Amaya before starting to clean his plate. Amaya looked shocked at his suggestion.

She was used to doing house chores, it was demanded of her when she lived with Ms. Reí. Although honestly Amaya didn't mind doing them as it gave her freedom to move around and let her mind be distracted. If she wasn't cleaning, Amaya was left with training or studying her school materials... Or being chained to bed until Ms. Reí remembered to let her go.

Seeing as it was summer break before her first year of high school, she had nothing to read. Training seemed out of the question and Aizawa hadn't made any moves to lock her up. She moved to the living room and sat on the couch with Mochi. She decided to play with her and wait for Aizawa to see if he wanted her to do something for him.

A few minutes later Aizawa emerged from the kitchen and sat on the other side of the couch. He glanced at Amaya and Mochi before turning on the tv.

Amaya immediately looked at Aizawa, giving him a puzzled stare.

"Yes Hitachi?" Aizawa drawled.

"Are there any chores I have to do? You haven't really told me any rules, restrictions or responsibilities you expect of me, so I was curious," she responded as she bit her lip in nervousness.

Aizawa felt like groaning and sighing at the same time.

"What part of 'my house is your house' did you not get? The house is clean and all I really expect you to do is clean your own messes. You don't really have any restrictions but if you go out, I want to know where and for how long and we can discuss a curfew, so you don't accidentally worry me. My only 'rules' are for you to try your best when you start school and to talk to me if you have any issues," Aizawa explained as he stared at Amaya.

Amaya didn't know how to respond. This was completely different to what she was used to, and she felt so disoriented. Without meaning too, tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. All she could do was nod before hugging Mochi tightly to her chest and watched whatever show Aizawa had on the tv screen.

The day passed on without much happening. Amaya watched tv and snuggled with Mochi which was definitely a first that she could get used to. Aizawa had fallen asleep for most of the day, without noticing he had pulled out and slept in a yellow sleeping bag at one point which surprised her. Amaya had eaten a banana and a few strawberries throughout the day to start expanding her appetite but besides going into the kitchen she didn't move much.

"This is weird. I'm going to start training tomorrow. While this is nice, I can't become too comfortable."

Amaya's thoughts warned her as she showered and got ready for bed.

The next few days passed in a similar fashion with the exception of included training time that Amaya had asked Aizawa permission to do. He didn't object so she trained for at least three hours a day outside. Aizawa let her train out in the backyard which was new to Amaya but very enjoyable. She could run suicides at long distances now and the cool summer breeze felt nice. Practicing her speed, increasing her stamina and flexibility outside also gave her new determination to work even harder.

The weeks began passing by, and each day Amaya felt her guard slipping with Aizawa. They were both quiet people, so days were relatively peaceful, but he always reminded her when to eat and asked her how she was doing or if there was anything she needed. He would go out at night sometimes to deal with pro-hero work, but he didn't chain her up or even threaten her about not leaving. He seemed to really care about her, it was disarming.

Amaya also noticed that since living with Aizawa any and all night terrors had calmed down for some reason. She didn't always have nightmares but they occured at least once a week so the radio silence in her mind worried her. She decided to not question it and just enjoy her dreamless sleep.

Aizawa wasn't the most affectionate person and he didn't really mince words, but he always spoke to Amaya in a calm manner and gave her small grins and soft looks. In the last month he had even started giving pats on her head when she made a good dinner for both of them. The first time had taken her by surprise and she automatically flinched at the soft gesture. However, he just patiently waited until she relaxed and showed her, he was thanking her.

Too soon it was only a week before they both started school and Amaya didn't know how to act anymore. Yes, she was still cautious and quiet with Aizawa, but she didn't flinch when he was near her anymore. She stopped trying to hide her misty black tattoo after he saw it but didn't say anything. She actually started to miss his presence whenever he had to leave at night, not that she'd ever let him know that. His quiet company was comforting and without realizing it Amaya had grown a bit attached to this new lifestyle.

Within these last two months she didn't go out unless it was to train outside but that didn't mean she couldn't go. Aizawa gave her that freedom, she chose not to go because she knew what would happen if people saw her in public. If they didn't recognize her immediately then the shock collar would instantly put people on edge so she just avoided public places whenever she could.

Still she was free. In ways she hadn't been in so long and it was all thanks to Aizawa. He was patient and cared for Amaya in ways she forgot were possible. She knew the only reason she was staying with him was because she had to attend U.A. but she was scared about entering. She knew people were going to recognize her and hate her instantly. It wasn't made public news for fear of a protest, but the staff and parents of 1-A knew. Meaning those teachers and probably all those kids were going to hate her before even seeing her. However, she prepared herself and kept reminding herself that she was used to that... was. It's crazy to think that one kind person's attitude could make her forget, if only a little, about just how much the world feared her.

Amaya didn't want to leave the comfort of this home. She wanted to continue having meals with Aizawa, reading for pleasure, training outside where he'd occasionally stop by to give her some exercises to try, watching dumb movies with Mochi while Aizawa slept in his favorite yellow sleeping bag. She knew she could handle rejection but now she wasn't sure if she could go unaffected like she was used to. She also knew if she wanted comfort in Aizawa she couldn't just go to him during school. No one was to know about their living arrangements so that was out of the question.

Amaya sighed, letting the warm water of her bath wash away her worries. She almost laughed at herself now because this was not what she expected to occur when she said yes to Nezu's offer a few months ago.

"So, if I'm understanding correctly, you want to come to U.A.? You want to join the hero course and train to be a pro?" The small white mouse-bear asked Amaya, giving her a smile.

Amaya nodded, gripping at her chains. Even if the world hated her, she didn't care. She was going to be someone that would save everyone in need. 'Hero', 'villain', it didn't matter, anyone that needed help would receive it from her. She knew what it was like to want to be saved. No one was going to save her, no one had, so she needed to step up and save herself.

Nezu partially saved her by giving her this chance. Aizawa saved her too. Be it intentional or not he did. If only partly, she knew she wouldn't be able to form close relationships with her peers but for a long time she believed she'd never form any kind of relationship with another person. Aizawa proved her wrong.

With that thought in mind she clenched her hands in determination. To show her gratitude and make sure Nezu knew he made the right choice she was going to go to U.A. bravely. She was going to save others. Friends or no friends she now had some hope that Aizawa and Nezu placed in her. It wouldn't go to waste.

"U.A. get ready. I'm coming.

"Nervous?" Aizawa asked as he watched Amaya's small cat fangs bite down on her dry bottom lip.

Amaya shook her head and fixed her tie one last time before staring at the breakfast in front of her.

Living with Amaya for two months let the already pretty observant Aizawa get used to and recognize her nervous ticks. Even though she tried to hide her anxiousness she had subtle tells. Aizawa noticed that while her face could remain blank, giving no feeling away, if she was biting her lip that meant she was worried. When she felt intimidated or very nervous the fur on her tail would bristle and to comfort herself, she'd wrap it around her right arm.

Sighing, he patted her head, being mindful of her ears and took a bite of his jelly covered toast.

"Don't be. You have me as a homeroom teacher and while I know you might be given strange looks just ignore it. All teachers have been notified about your appearance and all were promised to treat you normally. So, if any asshole kid says some shit to you just let Nezu or me know," Aizawa advised Amaya, the soft smile across his face unknowingly calming her the slightest bit down.

More confidently she nodded and finally took a bite of her own toast. She knew today would be a bit difficult, but she just had to focus on becoming better and someone who could save lives not make friends. If she kept quiet and did all her work, then teachers would have no reason to use her shock collar. Aizawa said that they would treat her normally but Nezu explained that by law she had to sit away from the rest of the class to satisfy the parents' worry of the safety of their children.

"Bullshit."

"Aizawa I understand why this would upset you but it's the law and the only way to satisfy the parents of the rest of these kids," Nezu sighed sadly, rubbing at his temple.

Aizawa scowled and harshly grumbled,

"She's a kid too. It's not normal for someone her age to be literally segregated from her class."

"I agree. However, I cannot change the law. Just how you cannot get upset if some of the teachers choose to chain or even shock her," Nezu softly replied.

At that Aizawa growled. Just the thought disgusted him. Treating a child in that manner, if he found out any of his coworkers treated Amaya like that there'd be hell to pay.

"Aizawa it's okay. I'll make sure they won't have any reason to do that. Besides, being separated from my peers might not be terrible. I'm good with solitude," Amaya reasoned surprising both adults as they temporarily forgot of her presence while discussing this matter.

Aizawa had so much more he wanted to say but looking at the determined gaze in those gold eyes he knew she could handle this.

"Okay."

With breakfast finished, Amaya placed the dirty dishes in the sink before grabbing her satchel and looking over her appearance one last time.

Her white button down was clearly ironed and neatly tucked into her knee-length skirt. Her red tie sat still against her chest, her unbuttoned green and grey jacket fit snug against her petite stature and covered her tattoo. Her black thigh-high stockings covered most of her pale legs and the brown shoes Aizawa got for her were comfortable on her feet. She had brushed her black hair loose, letting it rest against the middle of her back. Her black cat ears were flat on her head, her hair helping hide their appearance. Her black tail curled around her right thigh, hiding it from people's view.

It was an attempt in making herself less noticeable from her peers and hopefully giving her a little time before people recognized her. While she was lucky the public didn't get that many pictures of her, the cat tail and ears were a clear giveaway about her lineage.

Her ears hurt a little from their position, but she was used to hiding them considering her past. It was an annoying task to do this considering all crimes associated with her last name were caused by her parents. She was just their product, yet everyone treated her like she was a monster too.

Not letting herself get lost in those thoughts, she nodded in approval at her appearance. She tried to ignore the black and bulky shock collar around her neck, before looking at Aizawa one last time. Knowing they had to leave at separate times to not make things suspicious, he gave her one of his rare kind smiles. It would be some time before he saw her in homeroom and there, he couldn't be familiar with her. She smiled a bit back before offering a little wave of goodbye and leaving.

It was only a ten-minute walk to U.A. from Aizawa's house which was very convenient for both of them. Still it was enough time to let Amaya's mind wonder about all the ways her first day could go wrong. Trying to calm herself down she saw fellow students enter the gigantic school. Looking at the gate she took a deep breath before showing her ID and entering.

While Amaya had visited U.A. with Aizawa to speak to Nezu about how people would react to her appearance, she was more focused on the conversation than the building's layout. Her tail started to bristle against her thigh as she realized she was lost.

Biting her lip, she knew she had to ask for directions lest she be late her first day of classes, but no one had really looked at her yet. Meaning no one had recognized her which was good. However, it would look bad on her and her already sullen reputation if she didn't show up to class on time. Plus, while Aizawa was kind at home he couldn't be like that at school and would need to reprimand her. So, sucking up her fear and plastering on an all too well-known blank face, she tapped the shoulder of a tall, messy, indigo colored hair boy whose back was towards her.

He slowly turned around and immediately Amaya was a bit mesmerized with his dark purple colored eyes. He had very dark eye bags underneath them that reminded her of Aizawa. The similarities caused Amaya to subconsciously relax a bit more in front of this student.

"I'm lost. Could you please show me the way to 1-A?" Amaya asked in a dry voice.

The purple-haired teen who had been staring at Amaya with a look like he couldn't care less about her problems suddenly gazed at her with anger.

Amaya clenched her fists as she prepared to take whatever insult or punch, he threw at her. She knew this would happen, but she was hoping she could have avoided it for longer. She even hid her features for nothing. However, his response caught her off guard in a way she wasn't expecting.

"Wow so a hero-course student can't even find her own classroom. How depressing. Are all 1-A students this incompetent?" He sarcastically questioned, looking arrogantly and angrily at Amaya. He finally took the chance to properly look at her and immediately noticed her shock collar. His irritation died down, replaced with one of confusion.

She raised a brow at his response unsure of where his sudden anger came from. However, she kept her face impassive when she noticed his eyes looking at her collar. Taking the opportunity to not have him question or comment she responded to him.

"It's the first day. Wouldn't most kids get lost regardless of the course they're in? Are you really judging someone based on a single question because that's not so heroic either?" Amaya responded, her tone and face completely flat.

The purple haired boy's eyes quickly peered into her dull golden ones, pulling him from his staring. He was becoming curious about her collar, his eye twitched as he took in her statement. Even though she knew he was probably embarrassed she called him out like that his expression didn't change from irritated.

"Upstairs all the way to the left," he explained, rolling his eyes and turning to walk away, leaving their conversation like that.

Amaya nodded, mutterimg a quiet thanks, before rushing up the staircase and heading in the direction of where the boy told her to go. Looking at the gold and red door that literally towered over her she took in another deep breath before pushing the door open.

There weren't many students in the class yet, only about 7 actually, all had their eyes somewhere else. She was glad they didn't look at her. She took the time to check the clock, it showed her that she still had 15 minutes before class started. A bit embarrassed she rushed so much, Amaya looked for the seat farthest away from everyone and started making her way over.

Her seat was a good five feet away from the others, all the way in the back-left corner. Setting her bag down she looked at her fellow classmates while she could before they had the chance to see and recognize her.

A fairly tall teenage girl with a rather mature physique sat in the chair in front of her. Immediately Amaya felt a possible problem occurring. With her 5'0" stature she knew she'd have some trouble looking at the board. It didn't help that so far, all her classmates seemed to be on the taller side. Besides the long black hair teen whose hair was tied into a spiky ponytail was another tall classmate.

He seemed rather muscular based on how nicely tight the uniform fit on him. Since Amaya could only see his back profile, she was able to see that he had longish hair that evenly split between two colors: white on his right-side and crimson red on his left. Amaya couldn't help but stare at his hair a bit longer. It was quite intriguing and actually really pretty to her.

She felt like she'd seen that hair before but couldn't place where. This boy felt familiar to her, confusing her, her eyes narrowed trying to remember his face.

The door opened loudly causing her ears to twitch against her head, turning to see who caused such an obnoxious noise she forgot about the bi-color haired boy momentarily.

Moving her eyes over she saw another, seriously was everyone going to be tall in this class, slim, muscular built guy. He had fair skin, short, spiky ash-blond hair with choppy bangs that hung over his eyebrows. His eyes sharp and bright red in color narrowed as he scanned the room. His face seemed to be in a permanent unimpressed look, and he moved to his seat in an uncaring manner.

Deciding to keep her head down before her staring caused trouble, Amaya ignored the rest of class and instead focused on the window outside.

She was peacefully zoning out when loud arguing caught her attention. Looking over, her inexpressive face showed just a hint of amusement as she saw a tall and muscular young man with a neat short dark blue hair and glasses, began scolding the obnoxious blonde from earlier about respecting school property. While she didn't have the best impression of blondie in the front, she couldn't help but be entertained by the fact that he couldn't give two shits about whatever glasses was spewing to him.

The argument didn't stop until a short, but still tall compared to her, guy with fluffy dark-green hair and a round face with large green eyes and freckles walked in the room.

"It's him," Glasses muttered and the suddenly full classroom all turned to stare at the cute, nervous looking boy. Amaya watched as most gazed at the short boy with either awe or shock. Except for blondie who looked quite pissed off at shorty.

Behind shorty, who was currently introducing himself as Izuku Midoriya to glasses now known as Tenya Iida, stepped a short brown haired, pink cheeked girl. They continued talking until a voice shut them up.

"Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends," a familiar tired voice rang throughout the classroom.

Immediately Amaya felt more comforted and almost let a smile spill on her face hearing Aizawa's voice.

"Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough," Aizawa claimed looking unimpressed at the class.

Besides Amaya, it seemed as if most of her classmates weren't sure if Aizawa was a teacher or not.

When he literally confirmed their suspicions two seconds later the entire class gasped in surprise.

"HOMEROOM TEACHER?!"

Amaya bit her lip, for once not out of nervousness but instead to keep herself from laughing.

Aizawa continued on to say that everyone needed to change into their gym clothes and meet at the field. Instantly everyone stood up to go and get changed, not even looking at Amaya. Either their parents didn't tell them, or they were too worried about what Aizawa was planning to remember. The class rushing out let Amaya hang in the back and feel glad that she wasn't noticed... yet.

Aizawa remained, waiting until the last kid left before he looked at her.

"You too. Go get changed," he stated in the same blunt tone he had when he addressed the class.

Amaya couldn't help herself as she let loose one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen since she moved in with him. That caused Aizawa to drop his irritated demeanor in surprise.

This was it; forgetting about her past and reputation Amaya let herself feel excitement about what was going to happen. She was feeling like a real student and couldn't help but show her excitement to Aizawa.

"Yes Aizawa-sensei!" Amaya cheered before rushing to change in a private bathroom separate from the girls.

Back in the classroom Aizawa couldn't help his own smile.

"Damn brat. Show these kids what a true hero is like."

A/N: Hello! First off I want to say thank you to everyone who has been reading my story and anyone who is now just starting. For everyone who has followed me from the beginning of this journey this must be a surprise. After speaking with my editor we basically planned out the majority of this story out and it looks like it's going to be a good number of chapters. Like a lot. So... I'm editing and putting chapters that work well together and just combining them. Some of you might think that's silly, but it's just something my editor and I thought would be most beneficial.

Anyways I'll still be posting regularly every Sunday with much larger chapters. Chapter 8 is the new one and I'm sorry it's super short, but it's for a reason!

Moving on, for anyone new: welcome! This is my first story so I hope you all enjoy! Again I do not own Boku No Hero Academia nor its wonderful characters. That honor belongs to the one and only Kōhei Horikoshi! Amaya is completely mine and so is the plot, however this fiction does follow the story line of the anime, sorry manga readers.

So with that please enjoy! Please review! Thank you and stay safe! :)