A Fall from Grace, and His Rise from Disgrace

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  Several students complained, and said it wasn't fair.

  "Life isn't fair." Izuku clicked and signed. "Villains don't fight fair. Natural disasters aren't fair. Abusers, murderers and thieves aren't fair. It's the heroes job to make things fair for as many people as they can."

  The students that understood sign language or the few that knew Morse code translated for the others.

  "Who here has been at the mercy of a villain, a murderer, or an abuser?"

  Several of the students raised their hands after a moment for translation.

  "Were you complaining about how fair your situation was, or were you doing everything you could to save your and anyone elses lives?"

  Aizawa decided to intervene.

  "That's enough Mask. None of them have experienced what you have." He said gently.

  The translators didn't give the unknowing half of the students Izuku's final statement.

  "They will."

  The rest of the tests continued without incident. Izuku didn't rely on his arm after the ball throw, only using his base physical strength.

  Aizawa didn't expell anyone, to Izuku's surprise.

  "Well of course he wasn't going to expell anyone. It was pretty obvious, couldn't anyone tell?" Yayorozu asked.

  Aizawa turned around and left.

  "Mask, do you want to tell them?" He threw over his shoulder.

  "He was being 100 percent honest. If the person in last place hadn't done something to show they had potential, Aizawa would have expelled them without hesitation." He clicked so Yayorozu could understand.

  The girl paled.

  "Wait, he was being serious?" She asked, aghast.

  On that note, class 1A were told to return to their classroom once they had changed.

  "You've got about an hour until you can go home.. do whatever you want, just don't wake me up, and don't break anything."

  Aizawa rolled under his desk.

  The pink girl, Ashido Mina, decided to speak up.

  "We should all introduce ourselves!" She said.

  Most of Izuku's classmates agreed, including an enthusiastic Izumi.

  Everyone had so much energy in this class. Especially Mina, Kirishima and Kaminari.

  Todoroki, Koda and Tokoyami were the quiet ones.

  Yayorozu was the intelligent one.

  Jirou was the musician and punk rocker.

  Uraraka was the bouncy one.

  Iida was the rule follower.

  Aoyama was the pretty boy.

  Sero, Shoji and Sato were the average Joes.

  Hagakure and Ojiro were the invisible ones.

  Tsu, as she insisted everyone called her, was the straightforward one.

  Izumi was the popular one, to Izuku's delight.

  Bakugo was the resident bully.

  And there seemed to be a M*neta infestation. Izuku would deal with it later.

  You know, just your average class.

  Izuku was the last to go to the front of the class. He stood there for a moment before sighing, opening Aizawa's desk and taking his whiteboard pen.

  "Good morning. You can call me Mask. My quirk is a secret for now, but I'm sure you'll figure it out. No, I will not take the mask off. I am heavily scarred, and do not wish to flaunt my injuries. I have trouble speaking sometimes, which is why I click using Morse code, and use sign language. Do you have any questions?" He wrote.

  Several hands went up.

  "Is Mask your real name?" Mina asked.

  Izuku shook his head.

  "Your quirk is turning things into rubber balls, right dude? I was in the same exam site as you, that was so manly what you did!" Kirishima said.

  Izuku waved his hand in a wobbling motion. He was close, but not quite.

  "How do you eat?" Ojiro asked.

  Izuku huffed quietly. A plain question from a plain guy. Izuku could relate.

  "I need to remove my mask to eat. Please don't bug me about seeing my face during lunchtime. I got my injuries less than a year ago, so it's all still.. fresh." He wrote.

  The class all nodded. Todoroki seemed to understand, he had a large scar on the left side of his face.

  The last question was from Todoroki.

  "Fire or water?" He asked.

  Only Izuku and Aizawa understood.

  "Horrifying mix of both." Izuku wrote. Todoroki nodded in acknowledgement, paying much closer attention to the white haired boy now.

  Bakugo's explosions were the fire, and the almost molten nitroglycerin pooling on his face was the water.

  Izuku shook himself out of the memory, bowing to the class and returning to his seat.

  Uraraka confronted Izuku after class, once everyone else had left.

  "Izuku Mask Aizawa I swear to god if Bakugo is the one who scarred you.." she said quietly.

  Izuku sighed, nodding his head and removing his mask. There wasn't any point in hiding it. They were clearly scars earned from explosions. Powerful ones.

  "I'm going to kill him!" Uraraka growled. "I'm going to rip his guts out and feed them to him!"

  "Scary. SOS. Haha, I'm in danger." Izuku clicked.

  Uraraka sighed and slumped down into her chair.

  "Don't worry. I'll deal with him myself. I've already got an elaborate revenge plot planned out." Izuku whispered.

  Uraraka grinned at her best friend.

  "We've got our first heroics class on Thursday. Does it involve that by any chance?" She asked.

  Izuku nodded, grinning too.

  "How did you know Aizawa is my dad?" He asked quietly.

  Uraraka snorted.

  "It's painfully obvious. Also, the way you both acted after the entrance exam a month ago. He was manhandling you, but you didn't seem to mind, so he had to be a family member. He's your Dadzawa." She explained.

  Izuku huffed, his lips curling into a smile.

  "That's exactly what I call him." Izuku chuckled.

  The duo hung out in Izuku and Aizawa's dorm rooms for an hour or two, before the brunette had to go home.

  "See you tomorrow Uraraka." Izuku said hoarsely.

  "Ochako." She said.

  "Ochako..?" Izuku asked.

  "Uraraka with new friends. Ochako with best ones." She smiled.