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Hiya guys!
I'm only a lil sick now so here's a chapter!
Part 2 coming tmrow!
love yaaa!
Thank you to that one guy who told me to take care and rest well!
Also thank you to the ones who sent me powerstones even when I wasn't posting.Yall goated.
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A relatively handsome boy stood in front of a large "H" shaped building. The building appeared to be made purely of reflective glass. A normal person would have been awed by the sheer scale, confused by the enigmatic design choice, or intimidated by what the building represented.
Arthur Boyle was as much a normal person as a dog is a fish.
He stood in front of the building with a blank expression, his hair sporting a upward ponytail. The boy had a sword on his hip. Was he allowed to have it? Absolutely not. Would he let that stop him? Also absolutely not.
"So, this is meant to be my castle." He spoke, his voice low and dramatic. "Acceptable."
Then he began walking.
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Katsuki Bakugo was the first to arrive. Dropping his bags, he slumped onto his seat and put his legs on the table. Adjusting himself a little, he closed his eyes and waited for class to start.
The door opened.
Arthur Boyle stepped in and stared at the boy seated at the back of the class.
Katsuki's eyes snapped open. "What're you looking at punk?"
Arthur's face remained blank.
Spiky hair, red eyes, angry glare. The gears in Arthur's head churned.
"Oh." He finally spoke. "It's a devil."
Bakugo's feet found themselves on the floor. The two boys were now face to face with each other.
Blue eyes met red.
"The hell did you say to me?" Bakugo asked, his voice strained.
Arthur shrugged. "I merely made an astute observation. I see no reason for your aggression, devil."
Bakugo's face twisted into a feral grin. If not for his whole body being tenser than a drawn bow, Arthur would have thought he's genuinely smiling.
"GREETINGS FELLOW CLASSMATES!" A loud voice said.
The boys, who had been about to pounce on each other, both jumped.
A wild Tenya Lida appears!
Watch as the Tenya instantly analyses the situation before him. Before him was Arthur Boyle, a disciplined and delusional former classmate with a penchant for trouble. In front of Arthur was an unfamiliar boy. What wasn't unfamiliar about the boy, however, was the look on his face. Using advanced pattern recognition, the Tenya realizes the boy before him is indeed a 'punk'. Conclusion: trouble combined with even more trouble equals Trouble with a capital T.
The Tenya, after fully taking the situation in, begins to act.
Ten minutes later, both boys were seated next to each other staring blankly at the whiteboard. Tenya Lida's intervention had not been received positively (as much as the boy would like the believe, it had not been effective either). What truly stopped the altercation was the clock ticking uncomfortably close to the start of the school day. Self-preservation calms even the angriest beasts.
In the meantime, the classroom had become a hub of conversation, a stark contrast to when Arthur had first arrived. A green haired boy was desperately attempting to perform basic conversation while simultaneously attempting to keep his eyes in every direction but the girl he was talking to.
Tenya had decided it was his duty to loudly introduce himself and firmly shake the hands of every student in the room.
Arthur, however, wasn't paying attention to any of this. His eyes were firmly fixed to the giant caterpillar on the floor outside the door. What sort of beast is that?
Two other students, the devil and a boy with red and white hair, had also noticed it.
Slowly, the rest of the class caught on.
The reaction started off slowly but rapidly grew faster. Soon the entire class was seated.
The caterpillar inched towards the front of the classroom and began twisting. A tired man emerged from the caterpillar, the same man that had been there at Arthur's practical exam.
"It took eight seconds for all of you to calm down." The man began speaking. "Very irrational. Time is a precious resource, didn't you know?"
"I'm your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Pleased to meet you."
The class remained silent. Their expressions did all the talking for them.
This homeless man is our homeroom teacher?
He then began walking outside the room, dragging his sleeping bag with him.
"Change into your gym clothes and head to the grounds. Make it snappy."
Arthur blinked. It seems my master is quite the enigmatic individual.