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Clad in his black middle school uniform, Izuku gulped the lump in his throat at the sight of the massive gates before him and gave a bold step forward.

Luck didn't like him much that day, for Katsuki bumped into him from behind, "Don't get cocky, Deku." The blond told him while the freckles student managed to not fall, "I couldn't give less of a shit about what you did to be here. Once all is said and done, I'll show you who's the next top hero." He eyed the sword, "And it'll be without needing a fancy weapon."

Izuku stood firmly, earning himself a glare from the spiky haired teen, which didn't make him step back that time.

Seeing the commotion, someone approached them, "What do you two believe you're doing?" asked an irate voice. Turning, they saw a dark-haired, glasses-wearing boy. He was taller and buffer than them with a strong jaw. His entire appearance was that of a role model student no matter how one sliced him.

Katsuki, always loving to show his worth, smirked at the newcomer, "Looks like a teacher's pet has come to try and save ya, Deku." He turned to the taller teen, a hand up as if he was gripping something. Izuku knew that pose, it was when he was ready to throw his infamous right hook or throw an explosion with that hand.

"Seems like you want to start trouble." The spectacled boy said rather unfazed, though deadly serious, "If you're willing to lose your chance to enter UA, feel free to throw the first punch."

"So, another guy who'd rather follow rules instead of growing up a spine." Katsuki told the boy to anger him, getting a desired stern gaze.

"I think we're here to see who's worthy of being a hero and who isn't." the boy said stoically, "I advise you do not waste your chance."

"Heh, let's see if you two even have a chance." Katsuki left with a smirk aimed at Izuku.

And the taller teen turned to the freckled swordsman, "As for you, trying to start a fight with- Is that a sword!?" he took a step back from the shock.

Chuckling timidly, Izuku nodded, "It's my best bet to enter UA. Uh, sorry about earlier." He bowed politely.

Adjusting his glasses to recover himself, the other teen tried to be impassive, "I see you're at least trying to be a good person. Just try not to make a fool of yourself with people like that guy."

Both parted ways, Izuku remaining where he was to stare at the building with some nervousness clinging to his insides. The ceremony went on with his anxiousness getting the freckled boy another heavy load for his shoulders. And as their host Present Mic explained the entrance test's elements and rules, the curly-haired teen's insides started to turn into knots.

Everyone was soon set before the gates to a fake city. Clad in his simple gym clothes, Izuku secured his saber on his back. As suggested by his sensei, he used a belt to keep it in place. The belt was placed on his right shoulder and looped around it and his left lower side. Over his right shoulder one could see his saber's handle, the coin dangling casually.

Naturally, everyone couldn't help but stare, wondering what his deal was. Some questioned if he had a Quirk that required the use of a weapon. However, any tension they had was shattered when his clumsiness got Present Mic to shout at him. Gone was the tension from the other candidates, and Izuku felt as if he was pushed down by new levels of stress.

And it didn't help him any when everyone rushed in faster than him, getting to their targets first.

But that would never keep him down, he ground his teeth and forced himself to run forward faster, "Dammit, I didn't come here to lose right at the start!"

Effort could only get him so far, but as he moved forward to find a target, he stopped caring and kept going. It felt as if all the negative emotions, the overwhelming feeling of being in such a crucial moment, broke. Whether he could get one or not didn't matter, all he wanted was to try and damn all the consequences. Deep in his mind, it was the only thing he could cling to.

And when one of the automatons appeared before him, a 3-point robot with two chain-gun arms, Izuku nearly lost his mind, "Oh my, seems one of our dear candidates has frozen!" Present Mic's voice echoed over the sounds of battle, "If any of you feels like they bit more than you can chew, turn around!"

"Let me bite first!" Izuku shouted, not caring if anyone heard him or not.

Both chain-guns started to spin, quickly gaining speed before opening fire. Rubber bullets flew at Izuku, who dashed forward and right towards them. Judges and nearby candidates watched in interest the boy who just ran into danger. Drawing out his saber, Izuku held it with both hands and let his robotic enemy fire. Each shot was powerful enough to bruise, and yet he kept running head-first towards them.

Present Mic grew worried, "Didn't you hear me, kid!? I said turn around if-"

His next words died in his throat when the green-head side-stepped the bullets in a single, swift dash to his right without losing momentum or speed. When the automaton followed him, Izuku lowered his head but without taking his eyes off the robot. With another dash, Izuku had done a simple but mastered weaving motion to duck under the non-deadly projectiles and get to the other side of the line of rubber bullets.

It didn't let him unscathed, "Dammit." He growled due to a nasty cut on his right cheek from one of the rubber bullets getting too close. However, he didn't stop. Instead, he moved his sword with the tip nearly on the ground, determined to strike the automaton.

And then, it opened a compartment under its singular eye, showing another chain-gun, "Watch out!" a voice said as he was about to step back.

Feeling weightless suddenly, Izuku was lifted into the air and away from the robot. Once his feet touched the ground, he turned to see a very weird but oddly cute girl. Large eyes set in a blank stare, a mouth set in a v-shaped line, and a hunched over position. Noticing the long tongue that had pulled him by the waist away from the robot, he understood she had to be a frog-Quirk user.

"Thanks!" he said and returned to facing the automaton, only to feel her pull him up again, "Wait, what are you doing!?"

"If you want him, let me give you a hand." She told him in a surprising monotone.

With surprising tongue-strength, she threw him over the robot's head, and he was quick to skid to a halt before charging as it turned. Once near his target, the boy held his saber with both hands keeping its handle beside his head, the edge aimed upwards and the tip directed at the robot's eye. Stomping forward, he used all his weight and speed to stab the drone's only visible eye before it could fire. Many felt their jaws reach for the floor the moment the boy yanked his sword out, swiped it to get any dirt off its blade, and sheathed it.

Useless without its one eye, the mechanical enemy collapsed and shut down, signifying Izuku's first victory. And he had a large grin because of it, "Alright!" he cheered and sheathed his sword, "Thanks!" he told his savior with a beaming smile, noticing then how much shorter she was than him. Though most of the height difference was because of her previously mentioned hunch.

Looking up, she blankly stared at him before replying in that dull tone, "I thought you needed a hand after how the others treated you at the introduction."

And with that his spirits were down, "Oh, yeah, I should have figured..."

"You're really strong, though." That made him look up at her in shock, "I was sure you wouldn't need my help even when it drew its third gun, but I didn't want to risk it."

"Do- I mean, really!?" he blushed, trying to smile but only managing an awkward grin.

Ever impassive, she nodded, "Do your best, I'd like to see what a swordsman hero would be like."

Once she left, Izuku watched her go. Many would due to the shapely form of her behind, but he was doing so due to a simple amazing fact, "I've talked to a girl!" he cheered with a massive grin and an equally large blush. Anyone would be in their right to smack him upside the head to make him focus, but he was too happy it'd be like kicking your favorite puppy.

By mere chance, another robot drew near, and he was quick to run at it with his hand holding the saber's handle. Gripping it tightly, he was about to attack it until the sound of screams made him turn his head back. Suddenly, all cheer left him as teenagers ran off, followed by a gigantic 0-point robot. Its mere size equal to a building was enough to paralyze Izuku while the others just ran.

Present Mic took his chance to speak for everyone to hear him, "Yeow! Here it is! The big Zero Point enemy! Do run, because taking it out won't amount to anything!"

Everyone wisely did as told, and Izuku was ready to follow in their steps. And it was then that he mentally kicked himself at the sound of a cry, "Can someone hear me!? Anyone! Please!" he turned to his side, seeing a brunette trapped under a large piece of debris.

Cute, wide eyes stared at the retreating teenagers and then locked into the frizzly haired teen. Izuku felt a jolt run up and down his spine, paralyzing him. Everything was too surreal. She was under a piece of debris, unable to run, and the robot was closing in with no regards to her. Everything screamed at him to run, to not do anything stupid, to do the one sensible thing and save his life.

Foolish is what his sensei described him as for one reason, though.

"Hang on tight!" he shouted at her and charged, just as 1-Point robots started appearing, blocking his path to the girl, "Out of my way!"

"Target found, you're dead." One said and went to him on a single wheel. Rather than stopping, Izuku ducked under its arm's swing and brought up his to grab it. Using what he learned of momentum, he pulled the arm, spun around with the automaton's impulse, and shocked the judges when he swung it around like a ragdoll and slammed the robot into another two!

Running at another charging one, he let it swing and dashed back, letting it miss and sink its arm into the ground. Knowing he hadn't time when the 0-Point robot gave another step, Izuku stepped forth. Jumping to certain doom as only an idiot would, he put his foot on the robot's arm as a step and leapt on its head before another hop. For a second, he felt like he was flying before he had to jump on and off another head.

All the 1-Point robots tried to strike the boy, but he kept rushing to the brunette, until his path was cut by one crossing its arms to block his path, "What is he doing?" the spectacled boy from before asked, looking in interest at the charging boy, "Why would he be risking this chance just like that?"

Grabbing his saber's handle again with a single hand, Izuku let the robot parry his jump with its crossed arms. Before it could fling him back, the boy drew his sword in the blink of an eye, holding it with both hands. Just as quickly, he stabbed it down and cut into its lens, deep into the steel skull. Sparks flew and those who kept observing were amazed as the boy jumped off and kept running to the girl.

Once the robot fell with the boy still on top of it, the young swordsman rolled forward, on the floor, and then hopped forward to dash faster, "Are you okay!?"

Surprised by his actions, the girl nodded, "Y-Yeah, but I'm at my limit." She managed to get out while the boy looked at the large piece of rubble.

Stabbing his saber through a small crevice, he started to pull on it like a lever, "Start wiggling out!" he commanded, doing his best to pull to lift the rock while the big 0-Point robot approached.

Its next step made the ground shake, and alerted the two of how little time they had, "Go!" she exclaimed to make the girl spinach haired boy, "It's getting too close, if you don't move-"

"I got her!" said a familiar, dull voice.

Both were surprised to see a long tongue wrap around the brunette, pulling her out with ease and towards the odd cutie Izuku met earlier. Before he could cheer, the robot's next step alerted him that the giant's a single step from turning him into a pancake. Yelping, the young swordsman pulled out his sword and started to bounce. Quite literally once the enormous machine's next step stomped the ground next to him.

Any trouble he had regarding his score vanished at the next sound, "Kyah!"

He looked up to see the frog girl on a roof, the brunette yelping when the robot targeted them and brought down a fist at the base of the building before they could have reacted. The ground shook under their feet while the entire structure collapsed. Rushing forward, he noted the fist on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he noted the robot was bent down, and as soon as he passed the foot, his reckless side took hold.

"If I die, Fujimoto-sensei can write on my tombstone how foolish I was." He told himself, clenched his jaw and, while still running with wide fearful eyes, turned to the fist. Once it started to lift its arm for another punch the young swordsman sheathed his saber and latched on to its wrist. As the metallic limb moved, he noted how the building was tilting down and the girls looking at him in awe.

"What are you doing?" the raven-haired girl asked with some very slight surprise in her eyes.

"I-I can't help but worry, sorry! Your Quirks may be powerful, but-" he noted the shadow looming over them and acted without thinking. Jumping off to the wrist, he avoided getting caught by the other arm, and just started to run up the limb towards the giant multi-lensed face staring at him, "I guess I'm the idiot who plays hero!"

Due to the robot trying to examine him closer, Izuku did something extremely brave and stupid. Drawing out his sword, he jumped at the automaton's eye and stabbed one of its many lenses. Feeling the adrenaline kicking in with a massive overload, he gripped his blade tighter, put both feet on the face, and ran up. He climbed vertically while the insanely sturdy blade cut through another, and then a third, and a fourth eye!

Once he reached the top of the head after leaving such a large scar, Izuku jumped higher into the air while the giant turned to him. Lowering his head, Izuku dived at the enormous machine, his saber at his side. All sanity had been thrown out the window for the sake of protecting two girls. Thus, he jammed his blade into the top eye, let his weight and the sword's sharp edge do the work, and the rest of the eyes were cut!

Sparks flew as he slid down the robot's face until there wasn't any face left... and learned the valuable lesson that gravity was a bitch that hated anyone without the power of flight or a jetpack.

Letting out a very loud, "WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" screaming his head off, Izuku saw his life flashing before his eyes. Even memories he tried to force out of his mind like some teenagers bullying him into getting one Mitsuki Bakugo's panties. Needless to say, it was one of the rare instances he was glad to be Katsuki's acquaintance.

"Got him."

Sudden weightlessness made his eyes open wide before his body was swung up, held by something wrapped around his waist. He found himself gently put down near the two girls he had helped on the street. And looking up at the giant mech, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. It sported two gashes and every single lens was broken. Unable to see, the automaton shut down, letting everyone know they were safe.

"That was amazing!" the brunette cheered, "I don't know what Quirk you used, but you saved everyone! Thank you so-"

"TIME IS UUUUUUUPPPP!"

If anyone could've recorded Izuku's face and gone frame by frame, they could have pinpointed the exact moment his heart sank, "Wait, what?" his mind broke, "W-Wait, I only got four points at best! H-How-"

"TO ALL THOSE WHO COULD AND THE ONES WHO COULDN'T MAKE IT, IT'S TIME TO GO HOME!" Present Mic's voice managed to get Izuku to drop his shoulders in defeat.

Seeing that, the two girls felt extremely sorry.

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"I guess, at least, I tried." Izuku told himself after closing the locker he used in the changing room, going back to his school uniform and holstering his saber on his back.

After taking and packing his things, he made his way home, unaware someone had been watching him, "Hello."

"Uh, hi?" he asked when seeing the odd, hunched girl before him.

"You did amazing on the test, regardless what everyone says." She told him while approaching the boy, "I think they won't overlook what you did."

"It's alright..." he gave her a weak smile, "I just wanted to try, to see if I had a shot. Whatever the answer is, I guess I shouldn't complain. It's what I asked for, so I got to take responsibility."

"Even if it's an answer you don't want?" she questioned him bluntly.

"Better to get it than wait for a miracle." He inhaled deeply to try to relax himself, rubbing his frizzy hair, "Like ripping off a band-aid, I'd rather get the pain over with quickly."

"I'm sadly very straightforward, so I will say this: you're... very odd." Her blunt words hit him like a barrel of bricks to the head.

"Thanks." He let out the air in that word.

"My name's Tsuyu Asui. Call me Tsuyu." She said as blandly as possible, staring at him with those wide, quite cute eyes, "Who are you?"

"Oh, my name's Izuku Midoriya. Nice to meet you, Asui."

"Call me Tsuyu, please."

"Oh, so..." he felt the tense awkward air as some people stared at them, "Is there anything else you'd like to say? I-I guess you want spare change for the ride home. I think I got-"

"Midoriya, I wouldn't come here to ask for money, especially when I could use my Quirk to move around the city." She just showed him that he'd have to get used to that blunt, brutal honesty, "I talked to you for a simple reason. I wanted to thank you and see if I could encourage you."

"Wha-why?" he felt confused, "Am I really that sad to see?"

"No, you're amazing." Her words rebooted his brain, "You came to save me without a second doubt, even if it cost you. So, even if it was a failed attempt to you, I think you did a great job being a hero."

"You do!?" he didn't want to exclaim, but her words touched a nerve very tenderly.

Giving him a small, barely noticeable smile, she nodded, "I told you, I'm pretty straightforward." With a polite bow of the head, she turned to leave, "I hope to see you again, Midoriya."

"Ah, same here, Asui." He blurted out with a smile and heat on his cheeks.

"Call me Tsuyu, please." She said back to her usual self.

"My, my!" turning around so fast he would've given himself whiplash, Izuku found a blond boy with an obvious love and air for the flamboyant grinning and rubbing his chin, "To see such a wonderful story blossom. I cannot wait to see the full bloom of your future."

"What?" he asked blankly.

"Oh, pardon moi, I shall bid you adieu for now."

"What?"

After such odd exchange, the young sword wielder made his way home. Telling his mother the news made Inko feel admittedly relieved and sad. Any respectable mother wouldn't want their child to put themselves at risk. At the same time, what kind of mother wanted their children to miss the opportunity to reach out for their dreams? It was a dilemma for her, but she knew her son needed time to process it.

For a moment, Izuku just waited for results, yet didn't stop training. UA was deciding who to let in and who to kick out, but he could only train. While he wanted to visit his sensei and tell the man the news, he did not know what to say or do if he faced the man. Thus, Inko kept seeing her son practicing katas in his room, lifting weights, or running at night to clear his mind and kill time while he waited.

One could never measure a woman's determination, like the man whose door she knocked on, "Dammit, who is it?" a door was opened to reveal Akito in black slacks, a green button-up shirt, and a gray business suit. Blinking at the short if lovingly plump woman, he arched a brow, "Is there a problem?" he asked while seven kittens ran to his legs, and one on his shoulders rubbed its cheek on his.

"Oh, I-" Inko struggled for words with a meek expression, "I kind of expected you to be scarier and, um, intimidating."

"Lady, words need meaning and a context." He replied while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You trained my son." And it all made sense with that serious face of hers.

"You're the dumbass' mom?" he asked flabbergasted by the statement and then by her hand reaching Mach 5 to slap him, "Whoa!" he exclaimed when he caught her hand before it made contact.

"I knew you were a bad influence for my Izuku!" she exclaimed, trying to pull away, "Now you better answer for what you did!"

"Wait up, woman! Make some sense first!" he shouted and immediately stopped another slap to his face, "And stop trying to hit me, it won't work."

"I-I'm just mad at you!" she recalled how Izuku looked, "I've wanted to slap you! Ever since I first heard of you I wanted to hit you with all I had! And then I wanted to slap you so hard your eyeballs would switch places after Izuku first returned home from training with you! And now after that ordeal, he..." at that point, she fell to her knees, "What am I supposed to do!?"

The man panicked when seeing the much smaller adult bawling like a little kid. Inko's cheeks were wet with tears sliding down her face. Being a seasoned fighter and a middle-aged man who spent half his life in the underbelly of the city, Akito didn't let his guard down. Possibly because she was at the perfect angle to strike his groin if he made her mad, and he couldn't be able to block it with all the kittens at his feet.

Speaking of the felines, one of them went to Inko's lap and mewed at her cutely, "Huh, this one likes you." He said, rubbing the chin of the one on his shoulder, "Cats like to be lonely. For them to be around someone they must know they'd care for them. You're..." he sighed deeply, ruffling his unruly hair, "...free to enter. I don't have much other than bland tea, though."

"Tea sounds good..." the woman hiccupped.

Once inside the small dojo and seated opposite of each other, Akito tried to start the conversation, "So... What's a lovely woman like you doing here?"

"Izuku couldn't tell you, so I wanted to confirm what kind of man you really are." She started softly while looking at her traditional clay cup.

Growing tense, Akito spoke with the first thing that came to mind, "Don't tell me he died..." he ground his teeth.

"No! He's still alive and well!" she exclaimed, but he knew she wouldn't have cried if that were it, "Too... alive and well..."

"What happened?" he asked, he started to lose his patience but wasn't heartless enough to snap at a woman.

"Izuku wouldn't tell you, and neither will I. If the time comes, he must do so himself..." she sighed, "But right now, he's waiting for an answer."

"Of whether he can be a hero or not, right?" he saw the problem. "If that's the problem, don't worry."

"What?" she nearly choked on her spit from the surprise.

Leaning back while a large black cat decided to rest on his stomach, Akito explained while petting the feline, "I have a connection, someone who told me a few things." He grinned, "But for now, know this is what I was against. Your son asked for this out of his own will. Change his mind if you can, but... I bet that even if he didn't enter, he would still try to be a hero regardless of the result."

"What are you saying?"

"No one would have gone through what I put him through if they had a run of the mill ambition." Rubbing his black cat's cheeks, he continued, "If the letter says no, he'll go to another school and try his damnedest. He's got what people have lacked for a long time, not just ambition."

"Yeah..." Inko smiled softly at her reflection on the tea, which rippled as a tear fell on it, "He has determination."

"If you knew, you shouldn't have to worry." He told her with a sincere smile, "You're a good woman, so keep making sure the squirt grows to be a good man. Use your hands to slap some sense into him if needed. A little tough love never hurt."

"I couldn't even if I wanted to, but I'll try..." she got up and bowed, "Thank you."

He waved as she left, chuckling softly, "Lucky kid... That woman's just my type."

And as soon as Inko came home, she found her son crying with a large smile, "I... I made it!" he cheered. He explained what happened, everything All Might showed and told him. How a cute brunette had tried to give him her points for trying to save her, what the secret part of the test was about, and that with a solid sixty-four points he was already in.

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Beaming at the building before him, passing by the gates, Izuku felt his excitement ready to burst. Clad in UA's uniform with his sword sheathed on his back and a deep breath, he gave the first step.

"You made it!" and was immediately greeted by the cheerful brunette and... "Tsuyu! I told you, didn't I!? He made it!"

"That you did, Uraraka." The frog girl replied, croaking a bit as they approached Izuku.

"You made it too." He felt happy to see them. "Am I glad to see you."

"Why?" the brunette asked, "I really wanted to thank you two properly. For trying to help me with the points and helping me with my worries."

Respectfully, he bowed to them, making the brunette giggle, "Not a problem, Mr. Samurai. Ah, that's right!" she bumped her fist into her palm, "I, uh, never got your name."

"Izuku Midoriya." He said with a bashful smile, "I've met Asui before."

"Call me Tsuyu." She said flatly, "Anyway, this is Ochako Uraraka."

"Pleased to meet you!" said girl exclaimed, already showing a great contrast with Tsuyu.

"Same," Izuku said almost robotically, redder than a red sun. The reason was simple, 'I'm talking to two cute girls at the same time!'

Looking at the entrance, the shortest of the three moved forward, "We should get going, classes are about to start."

"But didn't you say you wanted to wait to greet Izuku, Tsuyu?" Ochako asked with a tilt of her confused coconut head.

Avoiding eye contact, Tsuyu answered as calm as ever, "I don't know what else to say. I never talked too much with others."

Pouting adorably, Ochako held the girl in a hug, "Then talk lots with Izuku and I, okay? What do you say, do you want to be her friend?" she asked while turning to the meek boy.

"Yes!" he exclaimed stiff like the dead and redder than a beet.

Needless to say, his school days were off to an odd start. But, as usual, actions have consequences. Izuku promised a man he'd face anything that would come his way. Unaware of what he had signed up for making such a deal, he was also none the wiser of forces that would make his path to become a hero a nightmare. Forces equal and even bigger than any man: those with ambitions.

One such individual walked to a dying elder in a sickbed, half his face hidden by a mask, "Boss, you can surely recognize the filth."

"A man that paid his dues when leaving us should still be honored. No other member of our group could have done what he did." The elder spoke firmly.

"And yet, he trained a hero." The masked man walked forward, "After all we've been going through hiding, letting that coward hide to because-"

"Yakuza used to stand for something," the elder told him, sitting up and worrying the younger man, "we stood for more than pride. Honoring our members' wishes, even if they left us, is part of our code. A man's life is his to do with as he pleases. A yakuza's life is one marked by their actions. He fought for us, and almost died for us. Regardless of what he did and does, I respect that man's wishes."

"Boss... I understand." The masked man turned and left, whispering to himself, "You're sick, too sick to understand. If I could have more time, I will make you see..."

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And that's my rap!

Before anyone groans at me adding more scenes with Akito, I thought I'd do something I didn't do until late into the previous version: Inko. One of my readers said something we can agree with, she's a well-written mother. Worrying for her son is one thing, wanting him to be happy is another, and that's a very conflicting love. Two side of the same coin that clash a lot.

Say what you will about the main story's pacing, but when it has good moments I'd say they're worthy of a hat tip.

Anyway, I'll leave you with some omakes, one from my best friend and mother from another mother, The Lord Of Pages:

CONGRATULATIONS!

"Hah… hah…" Izuku panted softly.

Looking around the scattered remains of several robots that had been dressed like yakuza, he looked up at the panel of judges, his mother, and Akito. The swordsman looked down on him impassively, his expression cold and somewhat remorseless as were the faces of everyone around him.

"…Congratulations Izuku!" Akito begun clapping, as did his mother.

"Congratulations baby!"

All Might was clapping too, "Congratulations my boy!"

All his classmates were there, even Bakugo and his mother Mitsuki, "Congratulations Izuku-kun!" she was wearing a swim suit and clapping just as wildly as her son.

"Congratulations shithead!" Bakugo yelled at him, making Izuku blink.

"Congratulations!" The entire town was there, clapping with him, making Izuki rub the back of his head happily as they stood around him in a circle.

Just as Tsuyu was hugging him and holding him to her breasts, Izuku twitched as he heard a loud buzzing noise. "CONGRATULATIONS-BZBZBZBZBZBZZ…"

"Nooooo…!" He opened his eyes slowly, unhappily staring at his alarm clock.

"Is something the matter, dear?" his mother asked on the other side of his door.

Groaning with his face deeper in the pillow, he answered, "I had... quite a good dream."

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And here's one from yours truly:

MHA KIWAMI: FUJIMOTO EVERYWHERE

"That was such a good day!" Ochako cheered as she walked out of the school followed by Tsuyu.

"Everything was almost normal, if still odd considering Mr. Aizawa's classes." She told the girl.

"I'm still glad we're all still in." the brunette cheered.

"Yeah, but I've worked an appetite." The frog girl commented, rubbing her stomach.

Suddenly, the two turned to see a cart pulled by an old man, a simple food stand on wheels, "Miso, pork, and even soba! Enjoy your noodles!"

"Lucky us!" Ochako cheered and pulled Tsuyu, "Let's go, usually these places are very cheap."

"Hmm?" the owner, Akito with a green olive-shirt, gray slacks, and a black apron, asked.

"Why the fake beard?" Tsuyu asked, pointing to the fake, graying facial hair.

"I dunno what yer talkin' about, girly." The swordsman said with a fake accent, "Men and women hafta eat, and even after that they gotta remain hungry."

"Yup, and we'd like to order." Ochako looked at the menu, "Huh, where are the prices?"

"Tch..." Akito ground his teeth, "If yer gonna start complainin', get goin'. Noodles are for the hungry ones, not complainers." He made a shooing motion.

Pouting, Ochako put her hands on her hips and spoke up, "Rude, just what're you-"

"Eh, Asui, Uraraka? And... sensei?" he arched a brow.

"Now, now, sonny, I ain't no teacher. Just a simple noodle lover." Akito kept his act despite the obvious flaws.

"Uh, well..." looking at the menu, Izuku sat down, "Guess you have to eat with any kind of job. I'll order the cold noodles."

"Argh, I'm still hungry..." the still irritated Ochako sat down to his left, "Fine, give me the spicy stuff, but make it mild."

"Hmm, I'd like the bitter-spicy soup, please." Tsuyu sat on Izuku's other side.

"Good choices, kiddies." Akito poured their orders on their plates and spoke softly to them, "I hope you enjoy. My cold noodles are made with a special squid ink that gives them a light black color, but the taste is outta the park. As for the assortment of spices for the spunky lady's stuff, well, India didn't make it easy to get it. And I hope you enjoy the tofu on the soup, it comes from a special Chinese field."

"Finally dropped the act, huh, sensei?" Izuku asked flatly.

"What're ya talkin' about, kiddie?" Akito asked back to his role.

"Guess not." The boy sighed before slurping his noodles, eyes wide, "Man, the taste is really good. Like, the ink really adds wonders."

"Oh, then let's see..." Ochako smiled at her spicy noodles, "Mmm! It's got a good balance of spice and flour to add an energizing aftertaste!"

Tsuyu tasted her tofu, "It does have a special something, as if every square inch was made with the best selection."

"Good, now for the bill." Akito whispered, "Let's see... I take the 7 and 8 and it comes to... 8 million, 7 hundred thousand yen."

"What?!" the three exclaimed.

"This stuff ain't cheap, kiddies." Akito finally dropped the act, and the beard, "Of course, if you can't pay up, I can make you pay." He said as he brought up his fists.

"There's no way we can even pay that much!" Izuku exclaimed in shock.

Grinning darkly, Akito jumped over the stand and behind them, getting into an unarmed stance, "Then, time to pay up..."

A brutal fight later, and the three students were on their knees, panting heavily while sporting bruises. Akito was up but his breathing was ragged and he was holding his pained ribs.

"This guy's... a monster..." Tsuyu gasped before falling flat on her well-formed behind.

"Good, that about... covers it." Akito stood straight, "I knew not using my sword would balance things out."

"Why did you do this, sensei?" Izuku asked while nursing a black eye.

"Gotta make sure you're still in shape." The former yakuza answered, "Be ready, cuz this ain't the last yer seeing of me."

"He's back to the accent..." Ochako commented, before it hit her, "Wait, so you just threw nearly 9 million yen to make us fight you?"

Smirking, Akito started to chuckle evilly, "You kidding? You brats bought the whole fine class shit? That was random crap I bought for real cheap in a street market. You just believed it to be first-class because I put the fine details."

"Ugh... I feel like I lost in more ways than one..." Izuku groaned.

"Until next time, kid. And do bring your friends, you made this fun." Akito turned and left with a smile.

And thus, a nightmarish training regime for Izuku started. No matter where he went or hid, his sensei would be behind him to have a fun time, like a mad dog.

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Swordslinger out!