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It wasn’t uncommon for the students of class A to be ready and awake before Mister Aizawa. Whether he be in his sleeping bag, or just out of the room, the bell usually rang before their teacher was present and ready. What was uncommon were the two extra desks behind Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. Or the fact the Aizawa popped in long enough to swap Mineta and Hagakure’s seats, and move Todoroki to Jirou’s seat and the others back one so that every seat near Mineta was occupied by a male student. Tokoyami kept glancing at the empty seat behind him warily as the class waited for the bell to ring, until finally Aizawa made his way through the door. “Attention problem children, as I would hope you’ve gathered by now, we will be welcoming two new students into our class this year. The first will be joining us in two weeks once he completes his provisional license exam, I’m sure you all remember. He will take the seat behind Yaoyorozu. The second is a transfer from Shiketsu. He gained admission to UA last year like you all did, but with his parents on staff he chose to go to Shiketsu to show Nedzu that he could earn his place here.”
“Who are his parents?” Kaminari’s hand shot in the air as the question left his mouth, and Aizawa just rolled his eyes.
“If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you. Now,” he paused, looking at each of the students before briefly resting on Mineta, “I’m sure you’ve all noticed the new seats you’ve been given. And while I apologize for not interfering with the way Mineta behaved toward the female students last year, I made the changes for a reason. Iidanari, your new classmate, has asked me to share some information with you, and it had a hand in the new seating. Let me start by saying to the girls here, I am sorry if you at any point felt like I did not care for the way Mineta behaved. I believed you each handled the situations you found yourselves in well, and if at any point you come to me about something that occurs, action will be taken. I promise you.”
Yaoyorozu politely raised her hand, waiting until Aizawa nodded to her to speak, “Sir, we have never blamed you for the way he behaved. We understand that we will deal with people worse than him, so we assumed it was a training situation for us.” The other girls nodded or voiced agreement before Yaomomo continued, “If I may ask though, what was the reasoning for the new change?”
Aizawa took a deep breath, looking increasingly uncomfortable, “I am only sharing this news because it was asked of me. I do not make it a habit of outing my students.” As a few students furrowed their brows, their teacher continued, “Iidanari has asked me to tell you all that he is trans. He uses he and him pronouns, and I made the seating adjustments to keep an eye on Mineta’s behavior regarding that. Iidanari has dealt with…well he’s dealt with a lot of discrimination and violence regarding his situation. If there are any questions, please hold them while I bring him in.” The class was silent as Aizawa opened the door, bringing in a boy with h/c hair that fell shaggily over his ears and e/c eyes that seemed to search out the room in slight panic. “Class, this is Iidanari Y/N. The newest member of class 2-A.”
You waved nervously, and Midoriya was the first one to ask as the class chorused hellos, “What’s your quirk?”
You started moving your hands instead of speaking, and the class started glancing at each other. Tokoyami, Kouda, Satou, and Shouji seemed to be the only ones paying attention to what you were doing. Aizawa sighed again, “Iidanari is mute. He speaks sign language.” You turned toward their teacher, moving your hands intricately even as the teacher shook his head no. The class watched as you seemed to grow frustrated, emphasizing your movements.
Kaminari asked the question they were all thinking, “What is he saying?”
“He is asking Aizawa Sensei to tell us why he is mute and the circumstances behind it.” Tokoyami muttered from his seat, having learned sign language with his friends to converse efficiently with Kouda when his anxiety is too strong for him to speak. But you perked up, immediately signing to the bird headed boy, “…..now he is asking me to translate for him so you all can understand why he doesn’t speak.”
Aizawa ran a hand down his face, “I will tell them, Tokoyami.” He muttered something under his breath about a stubborn problem child before he collected his thoughts, “When Iidanari was younger, and he had first come out as trans upon entering middle school. His parents at the time, they did not take it well, they-“
“I apologize sir,” Tokoyami briefly interrupted, “But he says ‘that is a bit of an understatement.’”
Aizawa glared half heartedly at the h/c headed boy, who simply stared back. “They were abusive people.” He amended bluntly, “They did not care where they were, they would make it known that they did not agree. One day, while in public, an argument occurred and a man approached them. He offered to make it so that Iidanari could never speak of such things again.”
“How can someone do that?” Kirishima asked, tears pooling in his eyes.
“It was the power of the man’s Quirk.” The tired man answered, “His Quirk was called Wish. When the villain used his Quirk on Iidanari, he put two clauses in place. His parents didn’t realize it at the time, but they were supposed to help him, even as he stayed in a transphobic household. The first being that the Quirk’s effects will be neutralized when someone loves Iidanari unconditionally, and I mean one hundred percent no doubt to be found unconditionally. And-“
“Wait- I- I heard about that!” Midoriya interjected, “He was a villain named Dream Come True.” The new student nodded, and Midoriya continued, “He used his Quirk in a park and the victim could only speak when using their Quirk, otherwise it was basically a death sentence. Iidanari you were D/N-“
Midoriya was suddenly cut off as a soft song echoed through the air, “I’m at one with the silence-“ almost immediately your eyes went wide as you signaled desperately, and Aizawa’s attention was diverted to calming you down as panick welled up inside of your body. Sero looked back at Tokoyami.
“What is he saying, Tokoyami?”
“He is apologizing. He did not mean to use his Quirk on Midoriya, it was an impulse when he started to say Iidanari’s dead name.” You began pointing at Tokoyami and nodding, turning to bow to Midoriya who waved his hands frantically.
“Please don’t be sorry! I shouldn’t have said that!”
“It is more than that.” Tokoyami continued to translate, “‘I have vowed never to use my Quirk unless I have no other choice. I intend to be a Quirkless hero.’”
The green haired boy blinked, “When was the last time you used your Quirk?”
“‘Middle school. My step brother and I, we both had Quirks that were deemed villainous, so I decided I would be the best hero I could be without using it.’ Iidanari, what is your Quirk?” You bit your lip, signing slowly, deliberately, and Tokoyami watched carefully to ensure he was understanding correctly, “Manipulation?” A nod. “You can manipulate people, but also elements?” Another nod.
Aizawa explained, “It is how he was able to silence Midoriya. If he sings a song, whether the lyrics fit the situation or not, he can manipulate whatever he is focused on. Lyrics that match the manipulation work better, because he can hold it longer while activating another manipulation.”
Midoriya blinked, “And people told you that was villainous?” You nodded again, signing a story about using you Quirk to stop a bully that had targeted your step brother. The class listened to Tokoyami’s translation intently, no judgement on any of their faces. There was a brief pause as Aizawa spoke again, “The second clause Dream Come True put into the effect…well the second clause is why Iidanari reacted the way he did to Midoriya saying his dead name. When someone uses the name, directed at him, it causes physically pain.” Before Aizawa could continue, you untucked your shirt, hiking the back of it up to your shoulder blades and displaying to the class dozens and dozens of small scars. “Each one is from a time a teacher, or his parents, or even his friends would refer to him by his dead name.” Midoriya’s eyes welled with tears as he saw the fresh blood he caused on your lower back. “These were the reason he was able to get out of that household, and lives with his adoptive parents that are on staff here.” At that you sent Aizawa a quizzical look, signing to him directly and he shook his head in reply. “Would you like them to know?” You shrugged, signing that you weren’t ashamed of it so you didn’t care.
Iida raised his hand, “If I may ask, sir, was Iidanari’s surname the same before?”
Aizawa raised an eyebrow, “He’s not deaf, you can direct your questions to him,” Iida sputtered about how he was not trying to be disrespectful but their teacher continued, “Iidanari changed his surname to fit the two people that helped him escape from his family. A woman who contacted a pro hero when she realized the home life he was stuck in, and the hero that stepped in and was able to convince the Hero Commission to let him pull Iidanari from their home.”
“Do you know who they were, Sensei?” Kaminari laughed, “Cause it’s funny that his name sounds like Iida’s and mine put together.” A flush erupted on your cheeks as you abruptly directed your gaze to the floor. “No way.” Kaminari stared, mouth agape and dumbfounded.
“I do not understand.” Iida chopped his arm through the air, gaze bouncing between classmates as they all gave him disbelieving looks.
Aizawa rolled his eyes, “Yes, Kaminari’s mother contacted Iida’s brother Ingenium. Tensei did try to foster him, but the Hero Commission would not allow a single bachelor pro hero to adopt a child, considering it a safety risk. So he reached out to me.”
Kaminari stared starry eyed, “So this was the boy my mom kept talking about! But if Tensei couldn’t adopt him because he was single-“
“I’m not single, Kaminari. I’m married. To Yamada.”
“MIC SENSEI!?” The class screeched out, except Iida who quietly stated his brother had brought him along to the wedding and he thought everyone knew. Kaminari drooped in his seat, “Sensei, why didn’t you just tell us instead of being secretive earlier?”
“I was not being secretive. I was allowing him a choice, to ensure he would be treated the same way you treat each other without the knowledge that he is my son.”
You furrowed your brow, turning to him and signing seriously, and Aizawa furrowed his brow back, not recognizing one of the signs. Tokoyami cleared his throat awkwardly, “He is asking if…you were ashamed of adopting him…”
“Problem child…” Aizawa sighed, “No, absolutely not. The only regret I have is that we didn’t find you before your step father took your brother away so we could have both of you.” You smiled, and it was the first time you had since you walked into the room, finally looking calm instead of like you needed to keep an eye out for an escape.