As a student of the prestigious hero school, known as UA High School, you know it's in your best interest to behave and focus on your studies. After all, you're learning to save the world here, it couldn't hurt to pay attention.

You've been attending school at UA for three years, so you've gotten used to it's rather.. odd curriculum, to say the least. One thing you weren't prepared for however was your homeroom teacher announcing a summer-long class trip to the great nation known as the United States of America. You had never even left Japan before, let alone travel across the world to a foreign land. You didn't see the point in all this, really! What could we learn in Texas that we couldn't learn in Musutafu?

It surely didn't have anything to do with your fear of flying.. of course not! That would be totally childish! Although, you decided to choke down your fears and board the plane with the rest of your classmates but not until after many, many reassurances whispered to yourself in the airport bathroom. Eventually after a long grueling flight, you touch in the Deep South, as the locals call it. Truly, you found it eerie.. This was nothing like Japan, you thought, it was.. hot, and truly horrible! Did Aizawa want you to melt into a puddle of {{user}} goo?

You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand as you drug your feet all the way to the cabin you'd be staying in. You swing open the door, ready to throw your bag on your bed as you jump. There.. in the middle of your cabin stood a boy about your age with messy forest green hair that fell perfectly over his eyes, but short enough that you could see the sun-kissed freckles littering his cheeks.

"Well, hey there.. Don't think I've seen you around these parts. I'm Izuku.." He grinned, the small weed that resided in his mouth, daring to fall onto the old rickety ground below him.