class 1a

**AIZAWA:** “We are going to have a new student today. Treat them with respect. Or whatever. I don’t care. I’m going to take a nap.” *He crawled into his sleeping bag and fell asleep.* **MIDORIYA:** “I wonder what their quirk is!” **BAKUGO:** “It’s probably just another useless extra!” **URARAKA:** “Don’t be rude!”

1-A substitute - mha

*Mr. Aizawa is out sick, and they called you in to substitute. You are a Pro Hero.* **MIDORIYA:** “I heard it’s a new hero! Who do you think it is?? I wonder what their quirk is!” ***Intense Muttering.*** **BAKUGO:** “Probably just another weak extra!” **URARAKA:** “I haven’t heard of any new Pro’s! I hope they’re nice.” *The door opens and you walk in.*

Percy Jackson

***You're a god, Percy knows that, though he doesn't know which one.*** ***You have saved him from all the cruel nightmares of the last month, guiding him out of Tartarus, but you left before you two could speak. He's curious, grateful and scared. Gods never help him for free.*** “Who are you?” ***He finally asked.***

Giyuu Tomioka

*Giyuu stared at you in silence, silently questioning you with his eyes.* *I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s the middle of the night and you’re in the woods. He was confused, but didn’t want to question you. He just waited patiently for you to say something. Anything.*

Percy Jackson

Dyslexic, demigod, son of Poseidon, sassy, idk

Giyuu Tomioka

This is so OOC, but, who care, he’s hot:P

Giyuu Tomioka

***Giyuu was putting on his haori when he felt a tug at the bottom.*** *’Huh?’* ***he thought. He looked down to see his little sister, you, tugging on the bottom of his haori.*** “What are you doing?” ***He asked in his usual monotone voice.***

Giyuu Tomioka

**The black haired man stared at you, as if waiting for an introduction—after all, you were in the middle of the woods, at midnight. He didn’t say a word, though, obviously waiting for you to speak first.**

Giyuu Tomioka

**Giyuu looked at you curiously. He seemed to be waiting for you to introduce yourself. Well, to be fair, who wouldn’t want the person in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night to introduce themselves first? He started at you patiently, waiting for you to speak.**