Naturae (BNHA x Son of Aizawa! Mother Nature! Male! Reader)
Chapter 2: Recommendations and The First Day of School
“(Y/N), there’s a letter for you!” My dad called from the porch. I stopped my sit ups, looking towards him. He held an envelope with the UA insignia pressed on it in ink. His face held a big smile as he waved it slightly.
I got up, running across the backyard to the porch and attempting to grab the envelope. Dad moved it away from my hand, smiling wider.
“You don’t need to read it. I already know what it says,” He laughed. “You’ve been accepted into UA Highschool and since I already know how good your quirk is you don’t have to go to the recommendation exams. You’re start (date),”
I stared, wide eyed, at my dad. Jumping at him, I pulled him into a hug and laughed, chanting ‘I got in! I got in!’. Dad laughed, hugging me back.
~Very large time skip~
Dad and I trained hard over the next few months. My muscles have become even more defined. I mastered mixed martial arts and expanded my quirk time limit to over 24 hours.
Before we knew it, the first day of school was upon us.
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“(Y/N), get up,” Dad poked my forehead.
“Noooooo,” I whined, pulling my blanket over my head. “Five more minutes,”
“That’s what you said five, ten and fifteen minutes ago,” Dad deadpanned. “You only have ten minutes to get ready before I leave you here,” Wide awake, I sat up. Dad laughed as I rushed to put on my uniform.
“Don’t laugh, old man,” I glared lightly at him, throwing on my bag and leaving my room. He followed close after me, grabbing his keys as I pulled on my usual black converses.
We left the house, soon arriving at school. I awkwardly followed my dad, slightly anxious and not knowing what to do. He walked to a room, which I assume was the teachers lounge, and put on his yellow sleeping bag.
“Hey, (Y/n), you should pull me to class,” He smiled creepily at me. I rolled my eyes, using vines which emerged from my arms to wrap around him and the sleeping bag. I dragged him out of the room and down the hall, following his directions until we reached a large door labeled 1-A.
I stopped in front of the doors, grimacing as I heard the loud talking from inside and unwrapping dad. He stood up, ruffling my hair for reassurance.
“Don’t worry. You’ll do great,” He smiled, the same creepy smile I’ve gotten used to. He flopped back down and put on an extremely tired face. “Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends. This is the hero course,” He unzipped the sleeping bag, pulling a Go-Go Squeeze out and sipping from it, scaring the three students standing in the doorway. He stood up again, unzipping the bag and pushing it down. “Okay, it took eight seconds before you were quiet. Time is limited. You kids aren’t rational enough,” He paused, staring at the kids. “I’m your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you,”
The whole class broke out in murmurs.
“It’s kind of sudden, but put this on and go out to the field,” The class made a collective sound that seemed to be a sound of confusion, but all eventually went to the locker rooms and changed. I went as well, dad handing me the gym uniform he pulled out of his sleeping bag.
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“A quirk assessment test?!”
“What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?” A brown haired girl asked.
“If you’re going to become a hero, you don’t have time for leisurely activities. U.A.’s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That’s also how the teachers run their classes.” His voice still sounded bored and tired, like he had just woken up. I shook my head at him, grinning slightly. “You’ve been doing these since junior high, right? Physical fitness tests where you aren’t allowed to use your quirk. The country still uses averages taken from results from students not using their quirks. It’s not rational. The ministry of Education is procrastinating.” He turned a little. “Bakugo, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right? In junior high, what was your best result for the soft ball throw?”
“67 meters,” A spikey blonde, the same boy from the sludge villain incident, responded.
“Then, try doing it with your quirk,” The blonde walked to the circle and dad threw him a soft ball. “You can do whatever as long as you stay in the circle. Hurry up. Give it all you’ve got,”
“Then,” The blonde stretched before winding up, and throwing. “Die…!” He added an explosion, fire swirling around him and following the ball as it flew through the air. The same green headed kid who had tried to help during the sludge incident questioned his choice of words and dad turned towards us.
“Know your own maximum first. That’s the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero,” He held up the tracking device, showing 705.2 meters. The class, again, broke out into murmurs and chatter and a pink skinned and haired girl said the assessment looked fun. Big mistake. A black haired kid commented on being able to use out quirks as much as we want.
“‘It looks fun,’ huh?” Dad started. “You have three years to become heroes. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time? All right. Who ever comes in last for all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion,”
“Huh?!”
“We’re free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students,” Dad pushed the hair out of his face.
“Welcome to U.A.’s hero course!”
~~~
The brunette who asked about the entrance ceremony commented on how it was the first day of school and how it wasn’t fair.
“Natural disasters, big accidents, and selfish villains. Calamities whose time and place can’t be predicted. Japan is covered in unfairness. Heroes are the ones who reverse those situations. If you wanted to talk to your friend at McDonalds after school, too bad. For the next three years, U.A. will do all it can to give you one hardship after another. Go beyond. Plus Ultra. Overcome it with all you’ve got,”
“All right. Demonstrations over,” He paused. “The real thing starts now,”
~~~
We started the quirk assessment test with a 50 meter dash. I used the air around me and managed to come right after a blue haired boy, whose quirk seemed to be engines in his legs, with 3.1 seconds.
Next was grip strength. I used vines to form a sort of protective layer and covered that with a rock glove. I used the gloves to help with the grip test and scored 325 kg.
We continued through the tests. I either got a very good score or scored the best in the class. I used the air around me for the long jump, the air and the ground around me for the repeated side steps, and vines and the air to get the second highest score for the soft ball throw.
“Okay, I’ll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each of the tests. It’s a waste of time to explain verbally, so I’ll show you the results all at once,” Dad’s voice was still boring and tired sounding. His eyes were red and looked painful. I’ll make sure he takes care of it after the results. He used the last of his bottle after his intervention with Bakugo and that Izuku Midoriya kid.
Dad showed the result and I placed third, pushing Bakugou to 4th. Izuku Midoriya was 21st.
“By the way, I was lying about the expulsion,” That was a lie. He saw potential in Midoriya and I can see it. “It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your quirk,” Dad smiled for the first time since we’ve been around the rest of the class.
“What?!”
“Of course that was a lie. It should’ve been obvious if you had just thought it through,” That’s not true. She obviously hasn’t heard about dad expelling an entire class. She would have taken him seriously and known it wasn’t a lie if she had.
“With that, we’re done here,” Dad turned to walk away but I called out.
“Wait!” He turned back around and his eyes landed on me.
“What, (Y/N)?” I ran up to him from my spot in the middle of the crowd and pulled a bottle of eye drops out of my jacket pocket.
“Your eyes are red, dad,” I handed him the bottle. “This is a new kind. Tell me if it works better, okay?”
“You got it kid,” He smiled at me, opening the bottle.
“Dad?!”
“Hmm?” Dad hummed. “Yeah, this is my kid, (Y/N) Aizawa. I hope you treat him well,” I smiled and bowed before following my dad. He stopped at Midoriya, handing him a pass and telling him to head to the nurses office.
~~~
“Aizawa, you liar,” Dad and I stopped, turning our heads to look at All Might.
“All Might. So you were watching?” Dad turned his head away. “Too much time on your hands?”
“‘A rational deception’ you said?” All Might asked, not answering Dad’s question. “April Fools was last week. You punished a whole class of first years with expulsion. You cut those you judge to have no potential without hesitation. For a man like you to take back his words-- That must be because you also felt the potential in that kid, right?”
“‘Also’?” Dad questioned. “You seem to be supporting him quite a bit. Is that how a teacher should be acting?” All Might faltered.
“I got it,” I put my fist to my palm, as an ‘I-Just-Had-A-Breakthrough” gesture. “You’re related to him in some way. You have some sort of connection and you were worried about him. That’s why you came to watch, isn’t it?” Dad gave me a look before starting to walk away.
“His potential wasn’t zero. That’s all it was. I will always cut those without potential,” He looked down at his feet while he walked. “There’s nothing crueler than letting a dream end midway,” He said it as if he were saying it to himself. “Come on, (Y/N),” I bowed to All Might before jogging a bit to catch up to my dad, slowing when I reached him.
