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Assistant: Title: Crayon Kisses
        Author: Little_Miss_Crybaby Little_Miss_Crybaby 
        Chapter: 1/43 
        Summary: For the last four years, Izuku Midoriya has been the proud second-year teacher at Musutafu Elementary. His goal is to make sure every student in his class leaves with a little more respect, responsibility, and self-confidence than before. While it might not be as high profile or fast-paced as the pro hero career he once dreamed of, Izuku feels that he’s making a difference and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.However, his teaching abilities are put to the test when Ume Bakugou enrolls in his class. Just like her father, she’s short-tempered, egotistical, and cruel to her classmates. And the moment Izuku tries to reprimand her, Katsuki requests a parent-teacher conference.*Update 6/6/24: Minor revisions and corrections made to Chapters 1 - 4*
        Contents: Chapter 1: Familiar, but Different
    

    


      
        
          *Update 6/6/24: Minor revisions and corrections made to Chapter 1 -4*
      
  

  
  
    
    
  At exactly six o’clock, long before his students or fellow teachers, Izuku Midoriya arrives at Musutafu Elementary. 
   

  Immediately, he heads to his classroom, unlocks the door, and draws back the window shades. With roster in hand, he checks and double-checks that every student is on his seating chart. He lays out all his materials for his morning lessons. He reorganized his bookshelves. He writes the date, their room number, and his name on the marker board at the front of the room for everyone to see.
   

  He worries, he paces, and he can’t sit still because Izuku is excited. Beyond excited, in fact. 
   

  For the last four years, he’s been the proud second-year teacher at Musutafu Elementary and in his eyes, there is nothing quite like the first day of the Spring semester. New faces, new students, and a whole lot of new personalities. His job is to ensure everyone leaves his room with a little more respect, responsibility, and self-confidence than before. 
   

  While it may not be as fast-paced as the pro hero career he once dreamed of, Izuku feels like he’s making a difference in the world and at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. 
   

  The first group of students arrives at eight o’clock sharp. They enter the classroom in a line, each clutching to the straps of their school bags with nervous excitement. 
   

  “Good morning!” Izuku brightly says to the first student. “You can call me Mr. Midoriya. What’s your name?” 
   

  The boy gives a small smile. “I’m Genji.” 
   

  “Oh! Genji Morita, right? It’s nice to meet you!” 
   

  Although he had memorized his students’ files weeks ago, Izuku feels a proper introduction is a wonderful way to foster mutual respect. Paperwork is great for understanding the background of his students and their history, but not who they are as people. He knows Genji Morita is the son of a low-ranking pro hero named Whiplash, but what is his personality like? He knows his quirk is magnetization, that he can repel or attract small objects through touch, but what are his goals? Those are things Izuku needs to find out for himself. 
   

  “I’m happy to have you in my class, Genji. We’re going to have an amazing year. Now, please find your seat. We’ll begin in just a minute, okay?” 
   

  Genji’s smile widens. With an eager nod, he begins searching the rows of desks for his own. Izuku moves on to the next student. 
   

  “I’m Koyuki!” She says proudly.
   

  Koyuki Goto is well known at Musutafu Elementary. Last year, her sister began teaching at the junior high. Her quirk is cloaking. At will, she can turn invisible for up to a minute at a time. It’s only inhibited by a three-hour cool down factor. Izuku makes a mental note to keep an eye on her, always. 
   

  The next student approaches him. 
   

  “I... I’m Shin. Shin Sanso.” The little boy mumbles, shuffling his feet. 
   

  Shin Sanso is a new student from Tokyo. His quirk is sprout. Depending on his mood, he can cause nearby plants to bloom or wilt. Judging from how the small potted fern on Izuku’s desk is now drooping, it's obvious the boy doesn’t share the excitement of his classmates.
   

  More and more students file in. Hinata Tankak: her father is a police officer. Her quirk is super hearing. Cho Matsuda: she has four older siblings who also went to Musutafu. Her quirk is elasticity. Daisuke Nakano: she has a peanut allergy. Her quirk is liquification. 
   

  The list goes on and on. Eventually, twenty-two new faces are welcomed to Izuku’s classroom. He has a full house. Every name on his roster has been checked off. 
   

  “Okay, everyone! It’s time to get started.” An excited murmur runs through the class and Izuku’s heart soars. This is what he loves most about teaching children; their enthusiasm and their potential. It’s all so limitless. “To begin this morning, we’re going to do a few activities to get to know each other better! I know many of you attended Musutafu last year, but some are new to the area. I want everyone to feel comfortable in my classroom and to know that you are more than welcome here. So, first things first, we will be-” 
   

  A hand suddenly shoots up from the back of the classroom. 
   

  “Oh! Yes, Morita?” 
   

  “Mr. Midoriya, I think someone is waiting at the door.” 
   

  “Huh?” Confused, Izuku glances behind him. As Genji said, a small figure peeks around the frame to look in the classroom. 
   

  “Oh, hello there! You don’t have to be shy. Come on in!” He says warmly, motioning with his hand. This only sends her shrinking back into the hallway. 
   

  
    She must be lost. Maybe she’s supposed to be with one of the other teachers on this floor, 
  
  Izuku reasons as she can’t be one of his students. Every name on his list was checked. 
   

  “Don’t worry! I’ll help you find your classroom.” He again offers. After what seems like ages of patient waiting, the little girl sighs and steps forward and... Izuku’s heart plummets to his feet. 
   

  One look at her face and he knows exactly who she is. They’ve never met before, he doesn’t know her name, but he 
  
    knows. 
  
   

  “The lady at the office told me to come here,” she says while tugging the hem of her sweater. A scowl occupies her young face. Izuku stares, totally dumbfounded.  “She said I registered late or something stupid like that, so I’m probably not on your attendance. I’m supposed to be in your class, though. 
   

  “Oh, I see,” Izuku croaks. He tries not to lose his vigor from moments before. “That’s okay! There’s enough room in my class for everyone. Just give me your name and I’ll get it all figured out!” 
   

  “I guess,” she huffs and looks up at him. Her eyes are just as blood-red as her father’s. If there had been any doubt, even with the bleach blond hair and sharp upturned nose, the eyes dispel it. Izuku knows them anywhere.
   

  “I’m Ume. Ume Bakugou.” 
   

  Ume’s unexpected arrival throws a wrench in Izuku’s morning plans. 
   

  Back-and-forth emails with the main office eventually confirm that she is, in fact, his student. As a late register, she wasn't entered into the system when final rosters were issued. Izuku takes a moment to digest this. 
   

  
    You can’t judge someone by their parents. Just because her father was... the way he was doesn’t mean she is, too. She’s just another one of your students. 
  
  He reminds himself and leads Ume to an empty desk at the back of the room. He helps her place her backpack on the back of her chair and encouragingly squeezes her shoulder. This only earns him a glare.

  “Okay, everyone!” He returns to the front, just as eager as before. Just because Ume Bakugou is an unforeseen addition doesn’t mean she’s a bad one. “Thank you for being patient. Now, as I was saying before, we have plenty of new faces in this room, so I want to give everyone a chance to introduce themselves to the whole class. Tell us your name, where you’re from, and something interesting about...” 
   

  Izuku trails off as a frantic hand shoots up in the back of the room. 
   

  “Uh, yes, Miss. Bakugou? You have a question?” 
   

  “Can we talk about our quirks?!” She asks heatedly, eyes shining with the same intense light Izuku has seen in Katsuki’s many times. 
   

  “Of course! You can talk about anything you like. To show everyone, how about I go first as an example?” 
   

  The class nods excitedly. 
   

  “Alright! My name is Izuku Midoriya. I’m twenty-seven years old and I’ve lived in Musutafu my whole life. My favorite color is green, my favorite food is katsudon, and my favorite hero is All Might!” 
   

  “Mine is Hawks!” A girl from the front row adds. 
   

  “What about Best Jeanist?” Someone else asks. 
   

  “I like Mt. Lady!” 
   

  “Ingenium is so cool!” 
   

  Izuku laughs and raises his hand for silence. "
  Like I said, you’ll have plenty of time to talk about your favorite heroes when you introduce yourselves. Now, who would like to go first?” 
   

  “Wait, I have another question!” Ume cries with a wave of her hand. 
   

  “Bakugou, remember to stay silent until you’re called on, okay?” He gently reminds. She huffs in response, which Izuku accepts as understanding. “Now, what’s your question?” 
   

  “What kind of quirk do you have? You forgot to tell us!” 
   

  Again, his heart drops to his feet for the second time this morning. This comes up every year, at least once or twice, and although he’s never had any students be unkind about it, reactions do tend to vary. It’s not usually something he broaches on the first day, however, and he never would have imagined explaining such a thing to Katsuki Bakugou’s daughter of all people. Still, if his goal is to foster a respectful and comfortable environment, it’s only fair that his students are informed. 
   

  “Well, the reason I didn’t talk about my quirk is because I don’t have one. A lot of you may not have heard this word before, but I was born as what you call quirkless. It a very rare thing to be.” 
   

  A wave of curious murmurs travels throughout the room. Some look confused. Others, shocked. One or two even appear awed, not even knowing that was possible. 
   

  “Oh,” Ume says quietly. Her brow creases as she stares down at her desktop. “That’s real dumb. What are you supposed to do without a quirk?” 
   

  Izuku gives a small smile. 
  
    Yep, she’s Kacchan’s daughter. 
  
   

  
    “
  
  Like I said, it’s very rare. Most people have quirks, even if they’re small ones. It’s more likely to happen when one of your parents is quirkless, too, but I’m an extra rare case because both my mom and dad have their own abilities. If you have more questions, I’m happy to answer them later, but for right now, that’s enough about me. Let’s move on to someone else. How about you, Miss. Bakugou? Would you like to go first?” 
   

  At the offer, her face breaks out into a wide, self-assured grin. Ume stands, tall and proud, from her chair.
   

  
    She really does look exactly like him. 
  
   

  
    “
  
  Of course I will!” She cries. “My name is <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>! I’m seven years old and I used to live in America with my mom, but now I live with my dad! You’ve probably seen him on TV before. He’s the pro hero Dynamight! My quirk is just like his! I can make explosions!” 
   

  To prove it, she lets off a small explosion in the palm of her hand. The other students gawk and cheer at the smokey trail it leaves behind. 
   

  “Wow! That’s incredible!’ Izuku tries to be supportive as she sits back down. “I’m sure your father is very proud of you.” 
   

  “He is and he says one day, I’m going to be an amazing hero just like him. If 
  
    anyone 
  
  tries to get in my, I’ll just blast them!” She proclaims fiercely and to his surprise, points directly at Izuku. “And that includes you, Mr. Midoriya! So, you’d better watch out!” 
   

   
  As the day goes on, Ume proves to be just as much of a handful as her proclamation suggests. Frustration with her classmates and teacher alike grows and soon gives way to anger. Why she’s so upset, Izuku can’t say but going by Katsuki’s history of numerous and frequent outbursts, he assumes she probably doesn’t need a reason.
   

  “Bakugou! We do not put glue in our neighbor’s hair!” 
   

  “That was very rude of you, Miss. Bakugou. If you’re talking to someone, you use their name. Not an insult.” 
   

  “We raise our hands when we have questions, not make explosions.” 
   

  “Yelling die is not a proper response when someone does something we don’t like. Try saying excuse me or please don’t do that.” 
   

  By noon, Izuku is frustrated, too. Ume tells Ren Iwasaki she’s going to punch him after he accidentally knocks over her milk during lunch. She knocks Youko Harada book out of her hands during reading groups. She refuses to help Koyuki Goto sweep the floors while cleaning the classroom. 
   

  She’s unruly and loud and a little aggressive, but Izuku doesn’t let that stop him from reprimanding her. She may make him nervous, just as her father used to do, but misbehavior can’t be ignored. Besides, he’s always found it very beneficial to be strict at the beginning of the year. That way, students know his expectations from day one. 
   

  “Bakugou, I want you to sit here and think about what you said,” he sternly instructs after she threatens to blast Cho Matsuda into next week. “Once you’re ready to apologize, I’ll let you rejoin the rest of the class for art.” 
   

  His offer does nothing to sway her. The little girl spends the next half hour glaring at her desktop in awkward silence. She never apologizes, but her jealousy is clear as the other students return with their paintings and crafts. 
   

  By the time the last period is finished, and they get ready to leave for the day, Izuku recognizes how much Ume has missed out on. A big part of her day was spent sitting alone or separated from the other students. A heavy sense of guilt hangs over him. Part of him wants nothing more than for her to be able to make friends and enjoy school like the rest of her peers. Another knows that won’t be possible with such intense behavior. Behavior that he is not willing to let slide. 
   

  
    I don’t want to be like all those teachers I had in school, 
  
  Izuku notes. Thinking back, he can’t remember a single staff member at his old school who stood against such actions. Bullying was rampant, the kids with less flashy quirks were tortured, and being 
  
    quirkless— 
  
  that was like a death sentence. He wasted years feeling worthless and small because of how he was treated. He won’t let that happen again with his own students. 
   

  “Goodbye, Morita. See you tomorrow, Tanaka. Take care, Iwasaki.” Izuku waves to each as the dismissal bell rings. He receives many smiles and goodbyes in return. Ume, however, only frowns as he motions for her to stop. 
   

  “Hold on a second, Miss. Bakugou.” 
   

  “
  
    What?” 
  
   

  “I want to talk to you before you go. Just for a minute. Okay?” 
   

  With a huff and flash of sparks between her fingers, she obliges and steps to the side. Izuku waits until the rest of the students are gone before addressing her. 
   

  “Look, I know we had a... rocky start today. I just wanted to say that I’m going to do everything in my power to help you enjoy Musutafu Elementary and my class,” he explains, crouching down to meet her eyes. She defiantly looks down. “I don’t know if there was a problem or just something you didn’t like today, but I’m hoping we can fix whatever it was so the same thing doesn’t happen tomorrow. Alright?” 
   

  Izuku smiles at her expectantly. She stares at the hem of her sweater, kneading it between her hands. 
   

  “Yeah, find. Whatever. Can I go now?” 
   

  “Well, I have a little job for you. This evening, I want you to think of reasons you might have had such a rough day today. That way we can talk about them. Also
  
    ,
  
   in the morning
  
    ,
  
   I want you to come in with a positive attitude. Promise me you’ll try to do that, okay?” 
   

  “I don’t have to promise you anything.” 
   

  “I know you don’t, but I’m 
  
    hoping 
  
  you will. All I’m asking for is some effort and for you to understand that your behavior today was unacceptable. Things don’t have to be completely different tomorrow, but I just want to see you try.” 
   

  “Fine! I promise! Are you happy now? Can I leave?” She wrinkles her nose. 
   

  Izuku sighs, takes a deep breath, and nods. “Alright, Ume. You may go. I hope you have a good day.” 
   

  And with that, the little girl disappears, zipping down the hall with her head held low. 

  Izuku frowns as he pushes himself to his feet. He isn’t sure if what he said made a difference, but at least she knows his intentions. All he wants is what’s best for his students. With that in mind, exhausted and excited for what the rest of the year will bring, Izuku, too, packs up his things and heads for the train station. 
   

  Little does he know that his words did indeed influence Ume Bakugou. She took them to heart and unfortunately, told her father all about them. The next morning, Izuku is greeted by an angry, scathing email in his inbox.
   

  Katsuki Bakugou wants a parent-teacher meeting. Immediately.'
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