A Totally Normal Student Chapter One - Blog Posts
A Totally Normal Student
⬐ U.A. High School is known for producing Japan’s greatest heroes. With legends like All Might and Endeavor paving the way, Class 1-A is expected to uphold that legacy. They train, they fight, they grow stronger every day. And then there’s (Y/N). No one really talks about (Y/N). Not because they’re weak—oh, no. If anything, they might be the strongest in the class. But there’s just… something off about them. The way they tilt their head just a little too far. The way they appear in places they shouldn’t be. The way they say things that don’t make sense—until they do.
⬐ anothers note : full story is here on my quotev page, A Totally Normal Student
⬐ fandom : MHA x Duolingo Reader ᓀ ᵥ ᓂ
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chapter 1
In the past…
The playground buzzed with the sound of children playing, their laughter ringing through the air. The warm scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the faint burn of rubber from the swings. A perfect afternoon—if not for the scene unfolding beneath the jungle gym.
A young Izuku Midoriya stood trembling, his tiny fists clenched at his sides.
Across from him, Katsuki Bakugo sneered, tiny explosions crackling at his palms. Behind Izuku, a smaller boy sniffled, rubbing at his eyes, too afraid to run.
“You seriously think you can play hero, Deku?” Katsuki scoffed. “You don’t even have a Quirk.”
Izuku’s breath hitched. His throat felt tight. But still, he stood firm, swallowing back his fear.
“I-I don’t have to have a Quirk t-to help others—”
His own voice betrayed him, stumbling over the words, his fear making them weak.
Katsuki’s smirk widened. “Pathetic.” He stepped forward;
Snap.
A branch broke.
The sound wasn’t close.
The kids froze. The crack had come from the treeline just beyond the playground, where the trees grew thick and dark.
Shadows pooled unnaturally between the trunks, too deep for the time of day.
Katsuki barely spared it a glance before turning back to Izuku. “Tch. Whatever.” He shoved past him, motioning for his friends to follow.
Izuku exhaled shakily, watching them leave. Then, as he turned to check on the boy behind him—
He felt it.
That prickling sensation creeping up his neck. The kind that told him—he wasn’t alone.
His gaze drifted back to the trees.
And there, perched among the twisted branches—something watched him.
It wasn’t an animal. Wasn’t a person. It was both—and neither.
The air around it rippled, warped, twisted—as if reality itself bent to accommodate its presence.
One massive, unblinking eye stared at him from the shadows.
Izuku’s breath caught.
Then it multiplied.
One became two.
Two became four.
Each set of eyes stacked atop the others—a grotesque, staring tower of sight.
Izuku staggered back, his little hands gripping his sleeves. He wanted to run. Wanted to scream. But his voice—his legs—wouldn’t work.
The eyes blinked.
And just like that—they were gone.
A rustle of leaves. A shift of wind.
Nothing more.
Izuku gasped, his tiny heart hammering against his ribs. He blinked, rubbed his eyes—
Had he imagined it?
“Zuku?”
His mother’s voice, soft and distant. Calling him from the park entrance.
Izuku swallowed, forcing himself to turn. “C-Coming, Mom!”
Still shaking, he ran toward her—never looking back.
Because deep in the trees, hidden where no sunlight reached—something was still watching.
And it would never stop.
In the present…
A news broadcast played somewhere in the background, the familiar report echoing through the streets.
“It all started in Qing Qing City, China—when a newborn baby was born aglow with a radiant light. The phenomenon spread across the world, and soon, the majority of the population developed supernatural abilities. These powers, known as ‘Quirks,’ shaped society as we know it. With power came conflict, but also—heroes.”
The city buzzed with excitement as a massive villain rampaged through the streets, his towering form knocking over lampposts and crushing pavement beneath his weight.
“Stay back!” a Pro Hero shouted, holding civilians at bay.
Izuku Midoriya, now a third-year junior high student, pushed his way through the crowd, notebook in hand, eyes wide with anticipation.
“No way—it’s Kamui Woods!”
The sleek Pro Hero leaped into action, twisting through the air as he extended wooden tendrils from his arms.
“The villain has used his Quirk for illegal activity!” Kamui Woods announced, his voice sharp and commanding. “I’ll put an end to this quickly!”
With a flick of his wrist, he launched Lacquered Chain Prison, binding the massive villain in place.
Izuku’s grip on his notebook tightened, scribbling furiously. First appearance of Lacquered Chain Prison—restraint-based Quirk, likely strong against brute force opponents!
A thunderous crash echoed across the block.
“CANYON CANNON!”
A blur of red and white streaked across the scene. In an instant, the giant villain was sent crashing to the pavement, knocked out cold.
From the dust emerged a tall, curvaceous woman, hands on her hips, a confident smirk gracing her face.
“Cameras ready, boys? I’m taking over from here!” Mt. Lady declared, flashing a grin at the reporters.
The crowd erupted in cheers. Photographers rushed forward, snapping shots of the new heroine’s grand debut.
Izuku barely noticed. He was still writing, absorbing, analyzing. His eyes darted between heroes, his mind racing.
“Are you aiming to be a hero, kid?” A bystander chuckled beside him.
Izuku looked up, startled, before laughing nervously. “Ah—w-well, yeah! I mean—I’ll do my best!”
His fingers clenched around the pen.
“Even if I don’t have a Quirk, I—”
His thoughts trailed off.
Somewhere in the back of the crowd—someone was watching.
Not cheering. Not taking pictures. Not reacting.
Just watching.
A figure, dressed in the same junior high uniform as Izuku, lingered near the edge of the scene. Their posture was relaxed, yet their head tilted ever so slightly—like an owl tracking its prey.
Their gaze, dark and unreadable, flickered in the sunlight.
And then—they were gone.
Izuku never noticed.
But had he turned—had he looked just a second longer—he might’ve recognized them.
Might’ve remembered their name.
But he didn’t.
Because nobody ever did.