The Quirkless At U.A. (Student Reader x Aizawa)

I trudged through the school making my way to Lunch Rush's cafeteria. Thank God this place had food, or else I didn't get to eat unless it was a cup noodle or something from the convenience store. My parents were assholes that didn't feed their one kid, so yeah.

Arriving at the cafeteria, I saw most of the kids had already grouped up, leaving no room for an extra.

'The hell was I even thinking... None of these guys wanna hang out with the weird foreign older lady,' I thought to myself, dejected.

'Wait, do they even know I'm 19? Maybe they can't tell because I'm foreign...' I wondered. Maybe I had a chance. Before I had the chance to bum myself out even more, Uraraka began waving her hand at me frantically.

"Hey! L/N! Come sit with us!" She yelled, causing a few stares.

'Is this some sort of prank?' I questioned. I walked over to the table slowly; seated were Midoriya, Iida, and of course Uraraka.

"Hey." I mumbled, sitting down opposite Iida. I wasn't sure how to react to a situation like this; nobody had asked me to sit with them for as long as I could remember. The tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife. Iida decided to break the silence.

"I apologise if we got off on the wrong foot. However, I'd appreciate it if from now on you refrain from threatening me." Iida suggested. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Fine, whatever. You got any problems with me either, Shrimpy?" I glared in Midoriya's direction. He frantically shook his head.

"U-um, you have really good Japanese by the way. Whe-when did you move here?" Midoriya inquired. I was surprised at his question- Most people made fun of me for my shitty Japanese, but I guess I had come a long way.

"Well, I moved here a few years back, and had to learn then. But I couldn't start at high school level, so I had to start at middle school level so I could learn Japanese properly." I relaxed a bit and took a sip from my juice carton.

Midoriya nodded, but that quickly turned into a look of perplexity. Iida quickly caught on.

"Wait, how old are you, L/N?" Iida wanted to know. Looking up at them, the trio were staring at me waiting for the answer.

"...19." I responded, finally.

"HUH?" Midoriya exclaimed.

"Is- is that allowed?" He continued.

"Heh, yeah it is. Any other burning questions at all?" I smirked at the three. Uraraka thought to herself, then burst out in a smile. I was dreading whatever she had come up with.

"You told me you'd tell me your quirk if we ended up studying together. So?" She asked me, clearly dying to find out. Sighing, I told them the truth.

"I'm quirkless. And no, you don't need to have a quirk to study Heroics."

The group looked at me astounded; however, Midoriya had a very strange look on him. Sympathy, almost?

"But... How can you fight?" Iida asked.

"Well, I use capture weapons in the form of yoyos. Our homeroom teacher has a mental quirk and uses his own capture weapon in a similar way. So it's doable." I concluded. The three seemed satisfied with my answer, but sat there blankly, probably thinking 'But quirkless people are weak and defenceless!', but I was ready to prove these bitches wrong.

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5th period had ended, and it was time for Homeroom once again. In trying to mind my own damn business, I heard panting next to me.

'Is there somebody with a dog quirk in here?' I turned around to see Grape Fucker staring at me and drooling.

"B-boobs..." he moaned, really fucking creepily. I looked down and remembered why I should do up my top buttons.