Hey dudes! I'm sorry for this being quite late, but I was really having trouble focusing. I planned out some trips for the vacation, and I was also a bit too caught up in playing some games. Here's a whopping 12k word chapter to make up for it, and I hope y'alls like it. Anyway, I'm gonna be answering some reviews now!

Also, thank you guys so much for the 150+ faves and 200+ follows! This was just something to appease my boredom, but I kinda wanna take it seriously now, heh.

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Chapter V – The First Day with Aizawa's Problem Children

"Kacchan?"

"Zu-kun? Fucking Deku? That really you?"

The explosive blonde and the green-haired teen locked their teary gazes onto each other for what seemed like an eternity, only for Katsuki to surprisingly pull in his long-lost best friend for the biggest bro hug he'd ever given to someone in the past few years. Most people in the classroom were taken aback by the display of affection, for the blonde hadn't done anything even remotely nice to his peers, and he had just finished giving a very colorful death threat to one of their more earnest classmates; which is why when he had wrapped his arms around the top scorer of the entrance exams, they couldn't help but wonder what the smaller teen was in Katsuki Bakugou's life.

The two broke off after a few seconds, and Kacchan was the one who broke the silence.

"Damn, I thought you'd died then you come in fucking thrashing my score at the exam? I thought it was just a random fucking extra with the same name. But here you are, in the fucking flesh. You really are full of surprises, aren't you, you cheeky asshole?" he said, placing a hand on Izuku's shoulder.

"Hey, what can I say? We always fought for number one, didn't we?" Izuku replied, feeling a tinge of nostalgia upon seeing his best friend's face.

"Yeah, and we absolutely fucking trashed everything else. Oh man I can't wait to tell yo-"

"As much as I hate to interrupt this little reunion, homeroom is already starting and I wouldn't want to waste any more time."

The voice came from behind the teacher's podium, from a creature that looked like a yellow caterpillar. A man then unzipped the sleeping bag he was in, and proceeded to climb out. He was lanky, and dressed in what would look like the costume of a hero who didn't want a lot of attention. Around his neck were a series of… bandages? Izuku looked at the man curiously, trying to place a name on the very familiar figure.

"Time is a very precious resource, and you lot just wasted a good eight seconds of it. You aren't very rational, are you? I'm Shota Aizawa, and I'm going to be your homeroom teacher. Pleased to meet you." He then pulled out a U.A. gym uniform from his sleeping bag, and he instructed the students once more.

"You'll find these in your locker rooms. Change into them and meet me at the P.E. Grounds."

Once everybody had changed into their gym uniforms, Aizawa had led them into what seemed like a training ground. Seeing everyone was there, he began to speak up once more.

"Today, we'll be having a quirk assessment test." He then held out his phone for everyone to see the eight tests they'd been doing every year in school.

"But what about the welcoming ceremony? Or the interview with the guidance counselor?" asked Uraraka, quite nervous of the events that were about to transpire.

"You've been doing these tests every year, and the schools that you have been in are being nothing but irrational. The government insists on performing these tests without using your quirks, which is the height of procrastination and ignorance. Midoriya, you scored the highest in the practical portion of the entrance exam, correct?"

Although he was singled out, Izuku always did prepare himself for unexpected confrontations. Confidence and adaptability were skills befitting a hero, after all.

"Yes I did, Aizawa-sensei," he replied quickly.

"How far was your softball through back in middle school?"

"Around 62 meters."

Aizawa then tossed a softball to the boy, which he easily caught. The underground hero then brought up his phone, readying his gauging application.

"Toss that as far as you can, but this time, use your quirk. Get creative. Anything goes as long as you stay in the circle."

Izuku nodded at this, and tossed the ball straight up at 75km/h. Several mutters like "is he not taking this seriously?" and "is he holding back on us?" were heard, but Izuku paid them no mind. This was just half of his play, after all. Aizawa was also curious to what the boy would do, although a part of him had been screaming to punish the boy for not taking the test seriously. However, the next few seconds would prove everyone wrong.

As the ball was in a safe distance from him, Izuku leapt up into the air, and crackles of green lightning seemed to surround the boy. After channeling 15% of One For All into his entire body along with a kick going at 80km/h, he roll spiked the ball and as his foot had impacted the ball, he proceeded to flip mid-air in order to stick his landing. He then stood there, panting and waiting for Aizawa-sensei to tell him how far the ball had gone.

"3.3 kilometers. Congratulations, Midoriya. Triple that and the ball will be grazing the bottom of the stratosphere," said Aizawa, a small smile evident on his face.

"The goal of this apprehension test is for you to find your upper limits and then work from there," he continued.

'This kid doesn't let his good quirk go to waste. He's gonna go far, if that buffoon of a number one hero would teach his class right,' thought Eraserhead, a small sigh escaping his lips. Snapping back to reality, he then heard the majority of his class say things that had given away their excitement.

"Wow, 3.3 kilometers? That's hella crazy!"

"We can use our quirks all we want? This is going to be fun!"

"Yeah, it'll be so easy!"

"Fun, you say? Easy? We only have three years to whip you into decent heroes, and you think like that? All right. Let's make this more fun, shall we?" A devilish aura then began to emanate from the man, and a manic grin formed on his face.

"The one who gets last overall on all these eight tests will be deemed incapable, and will be punished with expulsion."

"WHAAAAT?" said the more vocal portion of the class simultaneously; and just like that, the tension in the air began to condense.

"Sensei, you're being unfair!" shouted Mineta, unable to contain his frustration any longer.

Izuku felt personally attacked by the shorter boy's tone and statement, and began to speak in a plain yet frightening manner.

"Unfair? You think sensei's being unfair? Natural calamities, unpredictable disasters, and large-scale villain attacks happen all the time. Life isn't fair. Remember what Present Mic said during the orientation in the auditorium. A hero is one who bests all ills in life. Deal with it," he said, a deadly venom dripping from his voice.

Almost everyone gulped upon hearing those words, save from Kacchan, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu, who had very serious expressions on their faces. The normally stoic son of Endeavor then recalled one of the few peculiar incidents his father had told him about.

'Could he have been involved in that?' thought Todoroki, a bit of concern growing in the back of his mind. Bakugou and Momo were well aware of the greenette's past, but unbeknownst to them, what they knew Izuku had gone through was merely the tip of the bloody iceberg.

Aizawa was taken aback a bit, not used to his star student not having the usual bubbly yet timid expression. The boy was too young when he had undergone such suffering, and he couldn't help but pity his student. Underneath his stoic and collected façade was a bit of worry for the young boy and a lot disdain for the people who had caused him a life's worth of trouble. Once the pro hero had regained his composure, he spoke once more in order to get the tests underway.

"Well said, Midoriya. Life will always be unfair, and you should always find a way to deal with it. Go beyond. Plus Ultra. Now, let's start the 50-meter dash. Iida, Asui, you're up."

The two nodded, and proceeded to take their places at the starting line. After a brief countdown by their fellow students, they took off as fast as they could. Iida was first to clear the runway, which was expected because of his quirk. The robot by the finish line of the track blurted out Iida's results upon sensing that he had reached the end.

"3.05 seconds."

Tsuyu finished not long after, and the machine told everyone her result as well.

"5.58 seconds."

The next pairs then went on quickly, and it was quite fascinating to see how creative some could get with using their quirks. Ochaco used hers to lighten her clothes and shoes, getting her a satisfying 7.15 seconds. Ojiro had used his tail for some extra push, and Yuga shot his laser backwards in push himself to the finish line. When Izuku and Katsuki's turn had come, the two both had smug grins on their faces, both clearly looking to outmatch their partner.

"Ready to eat my dust, nerd?" the blonde said smugly, looking in the green-haired boy's direction.

"Not a chance, Kacchan." The greenette grinned back, and before they knew it, they were rushing to the end of the track.

Bakugou was using his quirk to propel himself mid air, while Izuku used his quirk to do what it did best.

Run.

Both of them had moved in a blur, but it the winner was still evident.

As Izuku skidded at the end, the machine let out the results once more.

"2.52 seconds!"

Bakugou followed suit, an expression of shock mixed with a bit of excitement evident on his face. He knew that his best friend would be good competition, after all. The scores from the entrance exam did not lie about someone's potential.

"4.15 seconds!"

As the two boys were both panting at the finish line, they looked in each other's direction simultaneously and fist-bumped.

"You can't stop fucking showing off, huh, bitchboy?" said Kacchan, a wide grin on his face.

"Well, I don't wanna get expelled!" replied Izuku, chuckling while rubbing the back of his head nervously.

The blonde then got in closer, and Izuku noticed that he wanted to tell him something more discreetly.

"That grape-haired fuck has been ogling the girls for a while now," the blonde whispered, pointing a finger at Mineta. The two had caught the boy red-handed, while some of their classmates were rather oblivious to the fact that he was staring uncomfortably at Uraraka's rather generous assets.

"You wanna teach him a lesson or two?" replied Izuku, cracking his knuckles.

"Not yet. If he does something way outta line, that's when we step in."

Izuku nodded at this, and he and Kacchan proceeded to get back to the group of other students.

They were met with looks of approval and praise, something both of them had gotten quite used to in their lives.

"Damn, you guys were on fire! You guys literally blazed through the track!" said Kirishima, patting both boys on the back.

"Midori went even faster than Iida!" commented Ashido, and the green-haired boy was slightly embarrassed by the remark.

Before anyone else could butt in, Aizawa had them move in into a building for the rest of the tests. The grip strength test had noteworthy performances from Momo, Shoji, and Izuku. Momo used her quirk to create a clamp, which had effectively destroyed the device she was given. Aizawa marked this as fair, as she did use her quirk; she got a score of infinity on the test. Shoji used merely his brute strength on the test, gaining him a very respectable score of 540kg. Izuku didn't slack compared to these two, and judging that he indeed had perspired a lot from the other exercises, Izuku pumped up 85km/h into his fingers. Clamping on the device quickly, he sat there waiting for his result, only for him to let go a second later, and the device still not giving a reading. It was then deduced that it wasn't functional anymore. Aizawa simply nodded, and wrote him off with a score of infinity as well.

Next was the softball throw, which Izuku was exempted from, as he was the example used by their teacher. The pitches that were impressive were from Bakugo, who added a blast to his throw, all while shouting "DIE!" as he let go of the ball. The class sweatdropped at the blonde boy's antics, but they were slowly getting accustomed to the Explosion user's attitude. Uraraka was the only one who'd bested Izuku's score, getting a score of infinity as she had nullified the object's gravity and made it float into the sun. Momo was no slacker as well, shooting the ball from a cannon she had made with her quirk, getting her a whopping score of 2.2 kilometers.

Izuku came in second in the repeated sidesteps, bested only by Mineta, who used the balls on his hair to bounce himself from side to side with minimal effort. Kacchan and Izuku kept an eye on the short boy, looking for any actions or words that would overstep someone's boundaries. Surprisingly, he hadn't tried anything yet, and the childhood friends agreed that they would put Mineta in the clear for now if he didn't pull any kind of shit after the three remaining exercises. The long-distance running, seated toe touch and sit-ups went through a haze, with Izuku getting very respectable results at each remaining event. After all the tests were done, Eraserhead gathered all the students once more.

"Alright, that's that. Your ranking will be based on all the marks you've gathered from every test. It's a waste of time to go by everyone one-by-one, so I'll just show you all the results right now."

The underground hero then pulled out his phone and pressed a button, generating a hologram that displayed the results.

1. Izuku Midoriya

2. Momo Yaoyorozu

3. Shoto Todoroki

4. Katsuki Bakugou

5. Tenya Iida

6. Fumikage Tokoyami

7. Mezo Shoji

8. Mashirao Ojiro

9. Eijiro Kirishima

10. Mina Ashido

11. Ochaco Uraraka

12. Koji Koda

13. Rikido Sato

14. Tsuyu Asui

15. Yuga Aoyama

16. Hanta Sero

17. Denki Kaminari

18. Kyoka Jiro

19. Toru Hagakure

20. Minoru Mineta

Mineta was now visibly shaking, earning the looks of some of his fellow students. Expressions of pity and small words of comfort were thrown his way, but all of this would be for naught.

"Oh, right, the expulsion. That was a lie. It was a logical ruse to bring out the best in your abilities," said Aizawa, shit-eating grin wider than it'd been before.

Shouts of disbelief and sighs of relief rang throughout the field, and the underground hero was somewhat very pleased at the commotion he'd caused.

"Of course it was a lie. If you'd thought about it for a moment, it would've been obvious," Momo blurted out, a bit disappointed in her classmates for not figuring out their teacher's "rational" deception.

"Something tells me he would've expelled someone if he hadn't saw potential in them," said Izuku, who was now beside Momo, right hand resting on her left shoulder.

"With that out of the way, we're done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom so when you get back, look over them. Tomorrow will be packed with more rigorous tests. Prepare yourselves." Aizawa then stalked off, hands in his pockets.

As he started walking back to the faculty room, he saw blonde tufts of hair protruding out of the side of one of the school's buildings. Sighing, he walked towards the exposed gold locks, and as he had turned, he saw the huge figure of the number one hero standing behind said building.

"Did you think I wouldn't see you, All Might?"

"I was just checking on the class I would teach! It is my duty as their instructor, after all! I also saw that 'logical ruse' you had used, Eraser! You also expelled an entire class last year! Could it be? That you've seen it too? Class 1-A's overall potential?" asked All Might, his booming voice attempting to escape its hushed tone.

"I have seen what they may be capable of, but they're not going to get there unless they put their backs into it. I'm sure that if they work hard enough, they'll be able to become good heroes," said Aizawa, a small smile forming underneath his capture weapon.

"OH! I KNEW YOU'D FEEL THAT WAY TOO! Do some of these students catch your eye, Aizawa?" inquired All Might, hoping that his protégé had also caught the eye of his co-teacher.

"Let's talk about this in the teacher's lounge. I don't want to be standing in the heat for a moment longer." Aizawa then walked away, All Might on his trail.

As they reached the lounge, they sat on the sofas opposite each other. Sighing in both relief and exhaustion, Aizawa slouched on the seat, popped open a container full of brewed coffee, and continued their earlier discussion.

"I'm seeing five problem children in my class."

"Who would those problem children be, Eraser?"

Aizawa sighed, knowing that he'd be talking to the big oaf for a while. He did take note of the people with exemplary performances, but there was something in common with the five of them:

They all had their personal demons to deal with.

"Tenya Iida, brother of Ingenium. Good at using his quirk, very intelligent. Stellar grades all throughout school, per his record. However, he relies too much on the instructions of others, and he doesn't go with his gut feelings. He's a stickler for the rules- too much for his own good."

All Might nodded, agreeing with the underground hero. He saw Iida hesitating to help others during the entrance exam, probably because they were never informed about the rescue points. The boy had a good heart, but he had to have sound instincts and good judgment as well. Snapping out of his thoughtful trance, Toshinori motioned for Aizawa to continue.

"Shoto Todoroki. Son of Endeavor. He has finesse when it comes to controlling his quirk. Excellent judgment. His grades are no laughing matter, either; they're equivalent to Iida's. However, the similarities stop there. They are both from prestigious hero families, and they have almost exactly the same grades. Iida is too earnest, too eager, while Todoroki is somewhat the opposite. He's stoic, and very much aloof. As a Pro, he will need to make a lot of connections with his peers, and while everyone else socializes, he just sits there, not even bothering to ask anyone's name. He's too shut off from the real world; he also never uses the left side of his quirk, which appears to be the opposite of his right; flames. Be it for personal reasons or severe backlash, he will need to utilize that side of him. He shouldn't think that he can be a good hero with only his right side; no good hero half-asses their efforts for the people."

"Yes, young Todoroki has the potential to become one of the best heroes the world will ever see. He just has to get a grip on his powers more, and whatever grudge he may have, he needs to get past it to become the best version of himself," suggested All Might, to which Aizawa simply nodded to. He didn't bother to wait for Toshinori to tell him to continue, and he began to speak once more.

"Katsuki Bakugou. Only kid from his middle school to pass here. Extremely honed fine-tuning skills with his quirk. From what I've seen in the entrance exam, he has incredible battle sense and seemingly limitless stamina. Although, with his powerful quirk, he was praised a lot by his teachers, his relatives, and eventually, his ego had inflated to such a degree that I'd heard him muttering under his breath about "getting beaten by extras" whenever some person would best his score in one of the tests. He has a superiority complex because of all the praise he'd gotten over the years, but luckily, another problem child I'm going to talk about keeps him grounded. I'm going ahead and assuming that they've been inseparable childhood friends before the other had been put through bad circumstances, and thus their reunion may be the reason of Bakugou's mellowing. Then there's Momo Yaoyorozu. Another student connected to our star-studded problem prodigy." With that statement, All Might's hesitations have now been cleared; the problem child Aizawa had saved for last was Izuku himself. He was a bit disappointed in himself that he didn't notice that his successor had a problem, probably a big one at that, but now that Aizawa had talked to him about the big potential in 1-A and the roadblocks hindering them, he saw the pieces coming into place.

"Yaoyorozu was stellar today; even though she didn't have a lot of those stunning scores like Uraraka or Izuku, she scored consistently across the eight events, using her quirk creatively and impressively. However, she seems to doubt herself in some circumstances; she may have turned out worse, if she hadn't grown up with Midoriya. She was always subject to lustful stares from men and jealous stares from women because of her seemingly "perfect" situation. Luckily, as I've said, our little green bean was there for a good amount of time, and she had grown for the better. However, she has to overcome these insecurities of hers, for we all know Midoriya won't be there the entire time, and he has problems of his own." This was acknowledged by All Might, who knew very well that Izuku couldn't turn down anyone if they'd asked for his help. The boy's too selfless, and shows little to almost no regard for his own well-being.

"Finally, our main problem child. Izuku Midoriya. The boy is the very definition of what a hero should be. Sound mind, fantastic technique and control, a desire to help others that overrides every pre-existing natural instinct. He also has this aura around him that welcomes and even encourages interaction with him. I dare say, All Might, he'd been on par with you a few years after he graduates from U.A. The boy's fantastic. But with every move he makes, he seems unsure. Not like Yaoyorozu's lack of confidence, no. He's hesitating. Some of his movements scream 'what if I'm not good enough?' This may have something to do about his past, and in order for him to reach his true potential, he has to move on from what shackles him down. All the problem children need our help to become the top heroes we know they can be," finished Aizawa. Toshinori made a mental note to observe those five more in his class tomorrow, and that he would reassure them if ever they were put through difficult situations. They did need the delicate care, after all, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't give it to them.

"No need to worry, Aizawa! I am here, after all! Everything will be All Might! HAHAHA!" reassured All Might, trying to help ease the burden on his co-teacher's already tired mind.

Aizawa merely scoffed at this, and waved the number one hero off.

The two heroes then started to head back into the faculty room, ready yet reluctant to jump into the mountains of paperwork they'd have to deal with, now that the classes have started.

As the school day had come to an end, several of the students began to flock out of the campus. Katsuki was standing outside U.A.'s gates, scowl still present on his face, albeit a bit softer than usual. It was quite refreshing to see Deku again; even though he wouldn't admit it, he'd missed the muttering nerd, and he was actually quite glad to see that the other boy had grown a little more confident compared to when they were kids. He was still sometimes a stuttering mess, but it was something that couldn't be helped because of his ever-so-active mind. Seeing a familiar black ponytail and brown bob of hair, he was somewhat disappointed to see that the green-haired boy wasn't with them.

"Oi, Ponytail! Round Face! Where's Deku?" asked Bakugou, not even attempting to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"Dek- oh you mean Izu? He said he'd be asking for some pointers from some teachers. He never told me what kind of pointers he'd ask for, though. Said it'd be a surprise," answered Momo, gesturing Ochaco to walk with her and the always angry blonde.

"Fucking nerd. What's he up to now?" muttered Katsuki under his breath. The two girls had heard this, and merely giggled, for they knew that he wasn't really hostile towards his childhood friend. He just probably missed him, and wanted to walk home with him just like they've did before. An idea then popped into Momo's mind, figuring that Izuku would want something like it to happen as well.

"Since you live close by, why don't you come with me? You too, Uraraka-san. We can probably wait for Izuku in the apartment and help him cook when he gets home. He's probably going to be tired after today, after all, and why don't we help him out a bit?" suggested Momo, hoping that the two wouldn't mind.

"You got yourself a deal, princess. Let me just tell my parents." Bakugou then whipped out his phone, texted a few contacts, and seeing that his phone was still in one piece, it could be assumed that he was allowed to stay at their apartment for a bit. Katsuki then flashed them a small thumbs-up, putting his hands back into his pockets after doing so. Flashing him a small smile, the onyx-haired girl turned to the girl on her left.

"What about you, Uraraka-san?"

"Oh, sure! I live alone, so I wouldn't really mind. Besides, I think it'd be really fun to go where you live! I'm a bit curious what your shared apartment looks like, too!" she beamed.

Memories of them cuddling on the couch and practically being half-naked around each other all the time flashed into Momo's mind, causing a small blush to creep into her cheeks. Noticing her friend's predicament, Ochaco waved a hand in front of her face to snap her out of it.

"Yaoyorozu-san? You alright?" she asked, slightly nudging the other girl's shoulder.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Come on, train's this way!" she stammered. Hopping on the vehicle and setting herself down, she let out a sigh of relief. The first day at U.A. was quite rigorous compared to what they were accustomed to, and Aizawa had told them to prepare for more tiring exercises tomorrow. She was excited, but there was no doubt in her mind that she'd be exhausted after all those ordeals. Seeing that their stop was still quite far, she dozed off on Uraraka's shoulder, to the surprise of the brown-haired girl. Noticing that the blonde boy had also fallen asleep on her lap, she merely chuckled, and took the physical contact as gestures of acceptance and companionship. She wasn't any less tired than her peers, and after a while, she rested her head on the back of her seat and began to nap as well.

The U.A. Faculty Room was usually quiet, save for the usual sounds of clattering paper and little chit-chat here and there. It was quite spacious, and every teacher had a generous amount of space to work with. It was quite nice to see how every desk had its corresponding personality; Snipe's workplace had been adorned with western ornaments and the like, while Cementoss' had little construction toys placed all over it. Seeing the desk with small cat plushies and books on quirk laws and regulations, Izuku found his homeroom teacher holding a stuffed toy cat colored light orange with dark orange stripes. Taking in a deep breath and gathering his confidence, the boy approached Aizawa, who was still staring at the small toy.

"Aizawa-sensei?"

"Ah, problem child. What brings you here?"

Izuku pulled out something from his bag that was very familiar to Eraser Head, and the underground hero had a small smile on his face.

"I've wanted some pointers on how to use this, since I was fairly new with it and since I'd be using it a little bit differently, I've decided to learn the basics from you. You are the most proficient hero with this, after all," replied Izuku.

"I'll tell you what, problem child. This takes after my own heart." He placed the toy back on his desk, and got up from his seat.

"Meet me at Gym Gamma. Know, however, that I will not be your Aizawa-sensei for the duration of this."

The boy then shot him a puzzled look, but his homeroom teacher putting on the trademark goggles gave him all the answers he'd need.

"I will be Eraser Head."

Izuku gave a small smile, but underneath that cool façade, he was fanboying hard.

'So cool!'

Bakugou woke up expecting the back of his head to hit the hard plastic of his seat, but instead was met with a soft and warm sensation. Realizing that he was staring at the ceiling, he quickly sat up and realized that he had slept on Uraraka's thighs. A faint blush then occupied his cheeks, but this was quickly knocked off upon hearing his two companions wake up.

"Wake up, idiots. We're here," said Bakugou, quickly grabbing his bag from his seat.

The two girls nodded, and picked up their bags as well. As they got off on the train station, the trio proceeded to walk with Momo leading the way.

Finally reaching their destination, Momo pulled out her key and slid it into the door. It was always comforting to enter their abode; it smelled like home, looked like home, and felt like home. It wasn't like the mansion she'd grown up in, but it was safe to say that she did prefer this over the unnecessary castle-like houses.

Katsuki breathed in the smell of the Midoriyas' apartment, a strong pang of nostalgia entering his system.

'How long has it been since I've last been here?' thought Bakugou. He'd missed this place; the organized family photos, the All Might memorabilia seemingly littered all throughout the house, and the kitchen that had been home to a lot of wonderful smells. And of course, the memories. He and Deku always ran around this house whenever they weren't in the park, playing heroes or whatever their three-year-old minds could've thought of. Snapping back to reality, he leapt on to the couch and took whatever space Ochaco hadn't by lying down. He then popped up his phone, scrolling through social media. After a while, he felt oddly satisfied and comfortable. Looking up, he saw the brunette on her phone as well, absentmindedly ruffling his ash blonde hair.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" spat Bakugou, albeit with a little less attitude than usual.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. Your hair's kinda like a Pomeranian's. So fluffy!" replied Ochaco, rubbing the back of her head while chuckling sheepishly. To her surprise, Katsuki relaxed and put himself back in the same position.

"Fair enough. Keep going," he ordered. Uraraka was questioning her hearing at that moment, but a small glare from the blonde assured her that she heard that just fine. She put her hand back into the fluff of his hair reluctantly, as if the dog would bite her at any moment. A few seconds after that, Katsuki let out a groan of satisfaction. Uraraka slightly giggled, and went back to her browsing.

'Never knew someone so unhinged could be so… cute. Huh!? What am I thinking?'

Momo joined them soon after changing into comfortable clothes, taking the other couch on the side of Katsuki and Ochaco. She was first very confused at the sight she was seeing, but Ochaco merely shrugged and continued ruffling Katsuki's hair. He did indeed look like a Pomeranian waiting for his master to come home. She giggled for a bit, and batted the thought away. Soon enough, they heard the door open, and all three of them were glad that the green-haired boy was home.

"Izu!" Momo wasted no time and ran up to the boy, quickly wrapping her arms around him. Izuku was a bit surprised, but as he had regained his bearings, he wrapped his arms around her as well. Soon enough, they broke free from the hug, and Izuku had his hands on her waist. Momo was wearing a blue tank top that was quite fit on her, and it was not doing a great job of covering her up. He looked at her from head to toe, biting his lip. He then smiled and walked inside of the apartment, arm wrapped around the onyx-haired girl.

"Hey guys! Nice seeing you here. Give me a second, I'll just change. Tell me what you want for dinner, alright?" said the green-haired teen, quickly rushing into his room. After a few seconds, he was outside, wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts.

"Oh, Izu, I was snooping around earlier, and I'm pretty sure you'd be glad I found this." Momo then pulled out a book from behind her back and gave it to the boy. His eyes widened at the sight of his mother's handwriting, and as he read the cover of the book, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.

"Inko's Recipes for A Big, Happy Family"

Izuku sniffled, barely holding in the tears that were threatening to flow. He didn't have a lot of stuff from his Mom, and this book was one of the things he'd wanted to see again. He saw his mom constantly writing, rewriting, and adding recipes into the book, which she said was for Izuku when he'd grow up and have a family of his own. He initially thought that she was planning way ahead of time, but as he looked into the eyes of the girl he'd grown up with, he concluded that maybe her writing the book wasn't such a bad idea. He then mentally slapped himself for being a hypocrite, and took the book from her hands. Rummaging through the pages, he found a small sheet of paper stuck in between, and he began to tear up as he started reading the note.

Dear Izuku,

Here are the recipes to everything I've cooked up in this kitchen. They'll come in handy once you're supposed to be making food for yourself. Keep safe, okay? Wherever you are, and whatever happens, you're gonna be my hero. Don't do anything stupid, make your dreams come true, and get me a lot of grandchildren to spoil, okay? Love you.

Love,
Mommy Inko

His vision began to blur, and soon enough, he found himself crying. He couldn't fight back every emotion that had come across, and the fact that it'd been ten years since he last saw his mother made the battle even harder. He weeped silently, but he still had the full attention of everyone in the room. Both Katsuki and Ochaco walked up to the other boy, and the latter placed a hand on his shoulder. As Izuku looked at them both, they gave him a small smile. Momo then held one of her hands in his, wiped his eyes with the other hand.

"You'll be fine. We're here for you, okay? Every step of the way."

Izuku couldn't take it anymore, and dropped the book as he suddenly hugged the trio in front of him. They reciprocated the gesture, patting his back to help put him at ease. He relaxed after a bit more crying, but he was still there, sniffling and wiping his eyes. After a while, Katsuki broke the silence.

"Get a fucking grip, Deku. Can't have my future number two crying all the time, now, can I?" he smirked. His voice was rather gentle compared to his usual tone.

"L-let's fucking see in a few years, K-Kacchan," replied Izuku, still stuttering, but slowly recovering from all the emotional catharsis.

After one last sniffle and a few more wipes of his eyes, the green-haired teen regained his bearings and put a small smile on his face.

"I'm fine now. Why? Because YOU ARE HERE!" he joked, pointing to all three of them. This earned the giggles of the brunette and a small sound of amusement from the blonde. Momo laughed and pulled him in with her one more time, and as they broke off, she gave him a warm, tender smile. The kind his mom used to make. Their little moment was broken by none other than Kacchan.

"Oi, stop getting all touchy in front of us! I'm fucking hungry!" he snarled, and as if on cue, his stomach rumbled, seemingly backing up his argument. Ochaco giggled at the blonde boy's antics, which reminded Momo of their little interaction earlier at the living room.

"Well, you two were getting touchy earlier, and we weren't gonna lag behind. Isn't that right, Izuku?" she teased, and their two visitors blushed simultaneously. Momo shot her roommate a look that said go along with it, and Izuku played along well, dragging her back in one last time. He even gave her a kiss on the forehead for some theatrics, much to everyone else's surprise. He merely chuckled, and the two residents of the apartment were left in a comfortable embrace. Their two visitors were taken aback by the display of affection, and both of them were a bit jealous at the fact that the two in front of them would probably be the perfect couple. They were both amazingly intelligent, very strong in their own way, and they had bodies and faces to die for. They couldn't help but feel a bit insecure around the green-haired boy and onyx-eyed girl, for the usual thoughts of inadequacy that had plagued the teenage mind seemed to multiply when in the presence of what seemed like perfect human beings. After finally letting go of his roommate, Izuku spoke up, grabbing an apron that was hung on one of the dining room's chairs.

"Hey, come on, no more teasing," he said, looking at Momo, who only pouted in reply. He then held up the cookbook, all while plastering a huge grin on his face.

"What do you guys want for dinner?"

"Izu, if you're such a sucker for katsudon, then that must mean your mother makes it extremely well. Would you like to take your own spin on it?" asked Momo, shooting her roommate a knowing smile. Izuku beamed, and began to rummage once more through the recipes.

"Guess we'll have that. What about you guys?" he asked, turning towards their guests.

Katsuki huffed and put on a devilish smirk.

"Cook me the spiciest curry you can, dipshit."

With a smile, Izuku flipped through the cookbook, and sure enough, he found his mother's recipe for his best friend's favorite food on one of the pages. It was simple enough, apart from the fact that it required way too many ghost peppers. He then gave the blonde a thumbs-up, placing the book on the table.

"That won't be a problem. What about you, Uraraka-san?"

The brunette beamed at the boy, and began to exude an aura like that of a very happy child. She was too cute for her own good sometimes. Izuku also made a mental note to himself to tease Kacchan about the rather delicate look he was giving her at that moment.

"Mochi! I want mochi for dessert!"

Recalling that he'd made this for Momo that other day, he realized that he wouldn't need the cookbook for it. Izuku rushed to his room and put the compilation of recipes away. Soon enough, he started cooking, maneuvering through the kitchen in a calculated haze. The three watched in awe, and they'd assisted him in their own little ways, like handing him an ingredient or two every now and then. Izuku even pulled a few tricks here and there, eliciting "ooohs" and "aaaahs" from the two girls, and getting a few remarks from Kacchan about being "a fucking showoff".

Once the cooking was done, the three dug into the meals, unashamedly letting out moans of satisfaction and compliments for their cook. Izuku chuckled, and encouraged them to keep eating. After they had finished, the two guests offered to clean the dishes, and the two residents of the apartment reluctantly accepted the gesture of gratitude.

Eventually, the time came for the two visitors to go home, and Izuku offered to walk Kacchan home, and Momo would accompany Ochaco to the station. The two pairs then said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. As the pair of boys approached the Bakugou household, Katsuki broke their comfortable silence.

"Hey, Deku."

"Yes, Kacchan?"

"What's with you and Ponytail?"

Izuku blushed a bit, and then shook his head. While the constant affection did speak for itself at times, the two hadn't done as much as make a move on the other, and it was honestly frustrating on both sides. Sighing, he looked up at the sky for a bit, and returned his gaze to the other boy.

"To be honest, I don't really know. I guess we're just… really close? Maybe I have this thing for her, and maybe she has this thing for me, but, I don't know, it might just be in my head."

Kacchan then let out a small groan of frustration, and after a few seconds, he slapped his best friend across the cheek, which was accompanied by a small explosion. Wincing in surprise and a bit of pain, the green-haired boy recovered and gave Katsuki a confused look.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"God, you're so fucking smart and so fucking powerful, but you had to be unbelievably fucking dense too, huh?" said the blonde. Izuku furrowed his brow even more, implying that he hadn't caught on yet.

"She likes you, you idiot! Talk to her about it! I know you like her too! Just- do something about it, okay? I just want the best for you dude, and she may as well be that! But you have to grow a fucking pair for something to happen, okay? So fucking tell her!" Bakugou was nearly screaming, but he had toned down his voice for a bit, seeing that it was eleven in the evening and some people were already sleeping.

The blonde's rant was cut short by the sound of their front door opening.

"Oi, brat, what's with all the-"

The Bakugou matriarch couldn't believe what- or more specifically, who- she was seeing right now.

"I-Izuku?" The blonde mother rushed the boy, and pulled him into a warm hug. He gladly reciprocated this, as his Aunt Mitsuki also was someone he'd missed a lot. Seeing the familiar hairstyle and glistening skin brought back a lot of memories from more simple times.

"I thought we would never see you again. I'm glad you're fine. You've grown so much! Would you like to come inside?" asked Mitsuki, which Izuku politely declined.

"I've missed you too. I gotta head back, Auntie. I'll catch up with you soon enough though, okay?" he said, polite smile overpowering his aunt's emotions.

"Okay, okay. Take care, alright? Come by any time," she said.

"I will. Good night, Aunt Mitsuki. Say hi to Uncle Masaru for me, will you?"

"I will. Good night, Izuku." She then turned to her son, and after a few seconds, dragged him by the wrist.

"COME ON, BRAT! WHY COULDN'T YOU TELL ME IZUKU WAS BACK? I'D BEEN WORRIED SICK FOR ELEVEN YEARS!"

"OI, I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO BE AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE! DEKU'S MY ONLY FRIEND! DID YOU THINK I'D GET WITH ONE OF THOSE EXTRAS, HUH?" retorted Kacchan, and the sounds of arguing faded into the background as Izuku walked home. He thought of everything his best friend had said, and he felt a bit more reassured than he'd been before. Although, this wasn't exactly a great time, as classes were just starting, and he was hoping he'd get a bit more momentum before dropping something as huge as this.

'Not yet, Kacchan. Not yet.'

As he opened the apartment's door, he found Momo on the couch, watching something on TV. He saw that it was a science show regarding Chemistry hosted by some guy named Bill Nye. Momo listened intently, for the information was rather new to her, and the host's take on the subject was rather… entertaining. Izuku wasn't really in the mood for studying, so he just took the remaining space on the sofa and soon enough, his head was on her lap and he was sound asleep. She smiled at the sight, and left a small kiss on his forehead. As the show had ended, she laid down as well, wrapping her arms around the unconscious boy. To her surprise, the sleeping figure of the boy enveloped her figure in an embrace as well, arms just below her bust. He then opened his eyes halfway through, and gave her a sleepy, yet gentle smile.

"Good night, Momo."

She patted him on the head, and he was back to sleep. She nuzzled in a little closer, and she closed her eyes.

"Good night, Izu."

It was a bright, sunny day, and everyone in Class 1-A had formed their little groups of friends. Everyone was talking to their seatmates, other friends, and the like. To everyone's surprise, the door suddenly opened, and their homeroom teacher basically rolled all the way towards the teacher's podium. A few students were stifling their giggles, while some were just plain amused at Aizawa's eccentric entrance. Soon enough, he stood up, and sucked down a juice box in his hand in one go.

"Good morning. For homeroom, since we really don't have anything better to do, you should get to know each other better. Tell your classmates your name, a brief description of your quirk, and a little something about yourself. You may start," he said, all before getting back in his sleeping bag. The class was then left to debate on how the introducing would be arranged, then after a while, they'd decided that they'd be introducing themselves in order of seating, starting from the very sparkly foreign-looking boy nearest to the door.

"Bonjour! My name is Yuga Aoyama, and I am absolutely magnifique! My Quirk is the very dazzling Navel Laser, which, from its name, is pretty straightforward. I like… myself!"

The boy was fairly weird, but his eccentricities weren't necessarily bad. Up next was another blonde boy with a tail that was as long as he was tall.

"I'm Mashirao Ojiro. My Quirk is called Tail. Again, pretty self-explanatory. It's pretty strong, and it I can control it like another limb on my body. I do some martial arts to go along with my quirk."

'I could probably spar with this guy. Seems like he knows what he's doing,' thought Izuku.

A very tall teen then walked up to the podium, mask on his face and extra arms adding up to his already intimidating figure.

"I'm Mezo Shouji. My Quirk is Dupli-Arms. These extra arms of mine can morph into other body parts, like the eyes or mouth. I don't really have anything else to say."

Some then looked around the classroom to see that no one was standing up, only for them to be proven wrong by the set of floating clothes levitating by the front.

"Hey, I'm Toru Hagakure! My Quirk is Invisibility, and it's a mutation that makes my body refract light instead of absorbing it. I like cute stuff. Please take care of me!"

As the first row had finished, a girl with horns and a pink complexion walked up to the podium.

"Hi guys! I'm Mina Ashido. My Quirk is Acid! Acid's always building up under my skin, and that's how I got this pink skin color! I can excrete it anywhere from my body, but a bit too much use and I'd lose my own resistance to it. I like cute stuff too! And, heh, hot stuff!" she said with a wink. "I'm looking at you, Todoroki! Midori!"

Izuku suddenly became very flustered, and the usually stoic Todoroki was… well, stoic, but the lightest tinge of shock and confusion could be seen on his face. Two rows behind the green-headed boy, Momo felt a pang of jealousy ache through her system, but she decided to brush it off. Besides, Ashido was just teasing, right?

Right?

Up next was a blonde boy with a streak of black in his hair that resembled a lightning bolt. He was fairly tall, and had a cool, laid-back demeanor.

"Hi! I'm Denki Kaminari. My Quirk is Electrification. I can charge electricity through my body and emit it as a sort of protective aura that can electrocute anyone on contact. If I up the wattage too much though, I pretty much become a dummy until I recover. I play video games, and I've always dreamed of a very chill life."

After him, a petite girl with short purple hair and ears that looked like aux cords walked up to the podium. She looked kind, and was probably a really good listener. Literally.

"Hey. I'm Kyoka Jirou. My Quirk's called Earphone Jack. These things by my ears make me hear better, and I can insert them in some places to better read vibrations, sounds, and the like. They can extend a lot longer, too. I like music, and I play some instruments."

Following her was the very explosive blonde. Scowl on his face softening a bit, he walked up front and nearly woke Aizawa throughout his entire introduction.

"Oi! Name's Katsuki Bakugou. My Quirk is called Explosion. Now, you're all probably smart enough to know what that fucking means, but if you must know the details, I basically sweat nitroglycerin and I can detonate the substance at will. I fucking hate losing! And disgusting people!" exclaimed Bakugou, eyeing the grape-haired boy at the back, who was too busy looking at Mina to even mind the blonde. Katsuki walked back to his seat a bit madder than when he'd walked up to the podium, but he eventually calmed down.

Next up was a girl that had the appearance of a frog. She had huge hands, a bit of a weird mouth and large eyes. Most of the class had also noticed earlier that she would let out a small croak whenever she'd talk.

"Hello. I'm Tsuyu Asui. My Quirk is Frog. Basically, I can do what a frog can do, and that means if it gets too cold, I feel very sleepy. I like the rain. Please take care of me. Kero." And with that, most of the class agreed that she was downright adorable.

A boy with red hair then walked up the podium, enthusiastic as ever. He had very sharp teeth that looked like a shark's, and he emanated a welcoming aura just like Izuku's.

"Hey! I'm Eijirou Kirishima. My Quirk's Hardening! It basically lets me harden parts of my body, making it super durable! I like manly stuff! Let's all get along!" he cheered. He was quite the free spirit, and it was refreshing to see someone so driven.

Next to him was a boy with weird-looking elbows, and a grin that always seemed to stretch from ear-to ear. He was the very definition of what you would call "friendly."

"Hi, I'm Hanta Sero! My Quirk's called Tape. Basically, I can secrete very strong tape-like things from my elbows. They're really durable and sticky, too! I read a lot of manga and comic books!"

Up next was the top scorer himself. Confident in his strides and purposeful in his movement, the way he walked to the podium had already spoken a lot about him. He put on a wide smile and tried to appear as charismatic as he could. Unbeknownst to him, those actions were very effective.

"Hey, everyone. I'm Izuku Midoriya, at your service. My Quirk's called Velocity. It basically lets me control how fast my body moves, sort of like how a car accelerates, but the change is almost instantaneous. I like documentaries, and trust me; they aren't that boring if the topic's interesting. I'll take care of you." He'd smiled upon saying that last part. Almost instantly, the atmosphere surrounding the classroom became a little less tense, and those reassuring words would be taken to heart by the rest of the class.

"Hello everyone! I am Tenya Iida! My Quirk is called Engine! It's a mutation quirk that gives me engines in my calves, allowing for great speed! I am the brother of The Turbo Hero: Ingenium! He is my inspiration for becoming a hero!" said a tall boy from the fourth row. He seemed extremely diligent, and was the textbook definition of what you'd call a "nerd".

Next up was a rather bulky boy with his head having a shape resembling that of a mountain's. He brought a whiteboard and a marker, presumably because he wouldn't want to speak. Sure enough, as he walked up to the podium, he began writing.

"Hello, everyone. I am Koji Koda. My Quirk is Anivoice. It lets me communicate with animals and I can tell them what I need them to do. I like, well, animals," he wrote on the whiteboard. Some people from the class just gave him thumbs-ups, and he proceeded to walk back to his seat.

After him was a student with the head of an avian. He was rather small, and everything apart from his head was completely human.

"Greetings. I am Fumikage Tokoyami, and my Quirk is Dark Shadow. A sentient being lives inside of me, and he aids me whenever I call upon him." As he introduced himself, a bird-like creature popped from his back, its yellow eyes bouncing left to right around the classroom. It then receded back into Tokoyami's body, and then they both went back to his seat.

Beside him was the notorious pervert from the preceding day. He had grape-like balls on his head, which was presumably his hair.

"Hey! I'm Minoru Mineta! My Quirk is Pop Off! These balls on my head can easily be removed, and they can stick to any surface. I like girls! Especially girl heroes! All their costumes are sexy!" he says, lecherous grin wide on his face. Most of the class suddenly felt uncomfortable, especially the girls. Several verbal complaints had followed, but they all fell on deaf ears.

Finally, the people in the last row were the only ones remaining. First from them was the brunette, permanent blush on her face beaming brightly. She practically bounced all the way up to the podium.

"Heya! I'm Ochaco Uraraka. My Quirk is Zero Gravity! Once I touch something with five or more of my fingers, gravity loses its effect on it. I like mochi! Please take care of me!" she beamed. She was probably the bubbliest person in class, save for Ashido, of course. And maybe even Momo once she'd get riled up.

Next was a very burly teenager, with thick lips and a very stocky figure. He looked like he could rip open someone in half if he'd put his mind to it.

"Name's Rikido Satou. My Quirk's Sugar Rush. My strength increases five-fold for three minutes by every ten grams of sugar I ingest. Though, if I eat too much of it, I'd slow down my body's cognitive function. I like baking! Hope we all treat each other well." He curved his thick lips into a smile, and got back to his seat.

Up next was a boy with bi-colored hair and a burn scar on his left side. Looking at it made the others wince sympathetically, but the son of Endeavor paid them no mind.

"I'm Shoto Todoroki. My Quirk is Half-Cold, Half-Hot. It lets me manipulate ice on my right side, and flames on my left side. I like soba."

Finally, it was Momo's turn. She got up from her seat, ever so formal, and walked up to the podium.

"Greetings, everyone. I am Momo Yaoyorozu. My Quirk is called Creation. It lets me create anything nonliving from the exposed skin on my body, as long as I know its structure and makeup. I love reading illustrated encyclopedias. Please take care of me!"

"I will!" shouted Izuku from the back teasingly, earning some giggles and chuckles from his classmates. The black-haired girl had a slight tinge of red on her cheeks, and simply smacked the boy on the shoulder as he had walked back. This little stunt earned the looks of some people in the class, however, and they were just as shocked as the two had hugged each other in front of them, Izuku still sitting down and hands wrapped around Momo's waist. She reciprocated the gesture, albeit a bit reluctantly, as they were in front of multiple people. She still hugged him back, however, and ruffled his hair while they were at it. As they broke off, as if on cue, Aizawa rose from his sleeping bag, and began to take his place in front once more.

"Alright, now that's over, you'll be proceeding with your normal classes now. I'll see you around later. Don't do anything that'll cause me trouble, alright?"

"Yes, sir!" replied the class in unison.

Aizawa merely shrugged and walked out of the room, and allowed Present Mic to enter the room. He would be teaching English, one of their more mundane subjects, but it was still quite entertaining, given Present Mic's attitude towards things. As he entered the class, he brought in some sheets of paper, and he had a sadistic look on his face.

"ALRIGHT LISTENERS! I'VE DECIDED THAT TODAY, I'M GOING TO TAKE A PAGE OUT OF AIZAWA'S BOOK!" declared Hizashi.

"Does that mean-"

"Oh no-"

"Is this what I think this is-"

"THAT'S RIGHT! WE'LL BE HAVING A POP QUIZ TO GAUGE YOUR BASIC SKILLS IN ENGLISH!" he continued. He then began cackling like a certain mad cockatoo, and after his announcement, almost everyone in Class 1-A was on the verge of tears.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

After the more normal part of the day, they took their lunches and went back in the classroom rather quickly. They were quite excited to know who their teacher would be in the Heroics class, and gossip rang all throughout the class.

"Man, I hope he's someone extremely manly!" says Kirishima.

"Yes, someone teaching Heroics should be the epitome of being a hero itself, right?" butted in Iida.

"I hope he isn't as strict as Aizawa-sensei," murmured Uraraka from the back.

All of their thoughts were then cut off by the very familiar booming voice that seemed to move in their direction.

"I AM-"

"No way! Is that really him?"

"I can feel him all the way from here!"

Izuku was almost visibly shaking upon hearing the startling voice of his mentor. He was quite ecstatic to see him again, after a few weeks of them not meeting each other. Seeing the unmistakable flash of red, white, and blue, Izuku knew that his class would be in for a ride.

"COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!"

Everyone's curious mood then shifted into one that was pleasant, and everyone was gasping in astonishment at the sight of the number one hero.

"It's All Might! He really is a teacher!"

"That's a costume from the Silver Age, isn't it?"

"Its style is so different, it's giving me goosebumps!"

Their chatters and musings were then cut short by the speaking of the number one hero. His voice gave off a sense of familiarity, and it had a tone of hope and determination to it.

"I teach Foundational Heroics! It is a subject where you train in different ways to learn the different basics of being a hero! You'll take the most units in this subject! LET'S GET RIGHT INTO IT!"

He then pulled out a card that had said "BATTLE" from his utility belt, and held in up high for the rest of the class to see.

"We'll be doing this today! COMBAT TRAINING!"

From the third row of the classroom a very manic grin from the ash blonde could be seen.

"Hell fucking yes!"

Izuku was also visibly excited, but he decided to keep his calm. There would be no point in giving away the surprise so soon, right?

"And for today's exercise, you'll need these!"

He reached into Aizawa's desk and got out a remote, and he pressed a button on it. Almost instantaneously, cases began to come out of the wall from one side of the room.

"Costumes made based on your Quirk Registrations and requests you sent in before school started!"

The whole class was then in an uproar. Laughing at their astonishment, All Might then continued giving out his instructions.

"After you finish changing, head on to Ground Beta!"

"Yes, sir!" the class chorused.

After a while, students then began to file in one-by-one into Ground Beta. Izuku had a simple dark green sleeveless shirt adorned with black stripes on the sides on his upper body, and his arms were wrapped from hand to elbow by some sort of protective bandage. He also had some shoulder guards, and had a choker around his neck. He wore fit pants of the same color, and the same shoes he'd worn every day throughout their training, except that it was converted to combat boots of some sort. He had his hands in his pockets, walking through the tunnel with confidence. Upon seeing his protégé, All Might gave him a thumbs-up and flashed him a grin. As everyone had gathered round, he began to observe everyone's costumes. It was quite refreshing to see so many different personalities packed into one class, and the diversity just further showed itself in a scenario such as this.

Iida had a costume that resembled his brother's a lot, but it was still quite different, albeit having some disadvantages, such as it seeming very heavy and bulky. Still, he appreciated his friend's costume, with it looking like it was indeed perfectly made for someone like him.

Momo was very daring. She sported a leotard that tightly hugged her curves, and it was almost completely bare through her midriff. She also had a skirt with something holding her dictionary on her back. It did make sense, with her quirk requiring a lot of exposed skin, but with his raging hormones and suppressed feelings, it wasn't a sight he could simply just avert his eyes from.

Finally tearing his eyes away from her, he looked over to his childhood friend. Bakugou actually looked like a live grenade. With huge bracers and a top that didn't cover his arms, it could already be assumed that he had impressive physique.

Ochaco had a somewhat space-themed skintight bodysuit, which also showed off her rather attractive figure. He shot another glance at Kacchan, and was quite glad that he was right in assuming that the blonde would shoot a long look at the brunette. Their eyes met, and Kacchan almost immediately blushed, but it was soon replaced by his trademark scowl, and he threw a middle finger in Izuku's direction. The greenette merely chuckled, and set out to look at his other classmates.

Ashido stood out a lot; her features made it that way usually, but of course, today, she took on a whole new level; she adorned a skintight bodysuit that stopped about halfway through her chest, leaving a healthy amount of cleavage. She had a camouflage pattern on the bodysuit, but instead of the usual brown and green, it was purple and turquoise. It went with her skin quite well, along with the short brown jacket and purple boots she had on her person.

Ojiro was clad in honest and simple martial arts attire; white gi, black belt, and the only notable thing was that it the gi actually allowed his tail to slip through, obviously for his quirk.

His thoughts and ramblings were cut off by All Might speaking once more.

"They say the clothes make the man, ladies and gents. Be fully aware; you are heroes! You all look really cool!" he boomed.

"Now then, let's get on with this!"

"Sensei! This was the same field that was used in the entrance examination. Will we be performing something similar to that once more?" asked Iida, hand raised at its very peak.

"On another day, maybe, but not today! You see, most of the time, fighting villains takes place outside, but if you look at the numbers, more atrocious villains appear indoors. Imprisonment, house arrest, backroom deals, and the like. In this society filled with heroes, truly intelligent villains hide in the shadows! For this class, you'll be split into villains and heroes and fight two-on-two indoor battles."

"We're going to do that without basic training?" inquired Tsuyu, index finger on her chin.

"Experience is the best teacher! However, the key this time is that there's no robot you can just beat up."

"How will wins and losses be determined?" asked Momo.

"Can we beat them up anyway?" followed Bakugou.

"Will the punishment be expulsion like with Aizawa-sensei?" asked Ochaco nervously.

"How will we be split up?" queried Iida.

"Isn't this cape simply amazing?" said Aoyama, sparkly as always.

All Might looked like he was about to break down, but of course, that wasn't what a pro hero would do in a situation like that, right?

"I'm going to answer all your questions! Now listen: the situation is that the villains have hidden a nuclear weapon somewhere in their hideout. The heroes are trying to get rid of it. The heroes need to catch the villains or get the nuclear weapon back in the allotted time. The villains need to protect the weapon for the entirety of the match, or they can catch the heroes. Teams and opponents will be determined by drawing lots!"

"They're going to be decided so haphazardly?" asked Iida once more.

"Pros often have to create temporary teams with heroes from other agencies. You can't always expect to have the same people around every so often. Heroes have to be adaptable, after all," answered Midoriya.

"I see. The discernment to look ahead… Please excuse my rudeness!" said Iida. He then proceeded to bow at a perfect 90° angle.

"It's fine. Let's get this underway!"

"Yes, sir!" replied everyone.

"Oh! I almost forgot! Young Midoriya, according to Eraser Head, you were going to be put under some special conditions. If you do manage to win under those, he would give you a lot of extra credit."

Izuku then looked at his mentor questioningly, with a bit of worry on his face. 'What's Aizawa-sensei up to this time?'

"What are those conditions, All Might?" he asked.

"HAHAHA! My boy, this may sound unfair, but you're gonna have to fight three-on-one!"

"WHAAAT?" the class chorused.

"Are you fucking- well, no use arguing with our homeroom teacher, right?" said Izuku.

"But Midoriya-kun, are you sure about this? Doesn't that seem kind of impossible?" asked Uraraka.

"HEROES ALWAYS HAVE TO DEAL WITH DIFFICULT SITUATIONS, YOUNG URARAKA! Now, my boy, you are already assigned to be Team A. Will everyone please step up now, so we can finally see the teams?"

The lottery went on for a while, but soon enough, everyone's teams were decided. The rest of 1-A couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Midoriya, but little did they know, he was prepared.

Very prepared.

"ALRIGHT, YOU ZYGOTES! LET'S GO OVER THE TEAMS ONCE MORE!"

"Team A: Young Midoriya!"

"Team B: Todoroki and Shouji!"

"Team C: Mineta and Yaoyorozu!"

Izuku swore he could already see the wide grin forming on that pervert's mouth. He knew that she was well-endowed, and that the purple boy wouldn't let up on any chance he could get. Izuku made a mental note to warn the boy before their match, lest he try anything funny, but he had also hoped that he would get his match first so that his performance would speak for itself. Snapping out of it, he resumed listening to All Might.

"Team D: Bakugou and Iida!"

"Team E: Aoyama and Ashido!"

"Team F: Koda and Uraraka!"

"Team G: Jirou and Sero!"

"Team H: Asui and Tokoyami!"

"Team I: Hagakure and Ojiro!"

"Team J: Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sato! You three will be up against Team A by default! Now, without further ado, let's get this rather unfair battle underway!

The four of them nodded, and All Might allowed Izuku to enter the building before the heroes. He then gave the three copies of the building's floor plan, and earpieces to communicate with each other. He then sped back to the monitor room.

"Maaan, Midoriya's gonna get crushed," winced Sero. He was still wondering how the little guy would pull this off, after all.

"Yeah, isn't Aizawa-sensei a bit unfair on Midori?" butted in Mina, her lips formed into a small pout.

"Indeed. Although, Aizawa-sensei wouldn't do this without reason, right? If he's so confident in Midoriya-kun, then he must have something up his sleeve," said Iida.

"Right you are there, Glasses. Listen up, fucking extras; you're all lucky you didn't draw the short stick and end up with Deku," snarled Bakugou.

"Aren't you being a bit too confident in the little green bean?" asked Jirou, clearly not believing Bakugou's statement.

"Take a look at the fucking screen, Ears."

She complied, and seeing that there were only a few minutes left on Izuku's prep time, she looked at the other monitors to see what was going on so far. Izuku whipped out a rope from his utility belt, and began tying intricate knots around the nuclear weapon. They were all curious at what the green-haired teen was getting at, but their questions were going to be answered soon.

Izuku ran off to the darkest room in the building, which was a small storeroom with crates on the second floor. It could barely be seen on the cameras, but what they had all saw had them chuckling and questioning their eyes.

He had scaled the room's walls with his speed, and he fucking tied up the weapon to the ceiling. He then looked to the camera in the room with a knowing smirk, and he shot his classmates a wink. This elicited more laughs and giggles from the class, and Izuku ran off to hide in one of the rooms on the same floor.

Katsuki then looked at Jirou once more.

"Does that answer your question, Ears? Do you think they'd even fucking see that?"

"I gotta admit, that there was some clever shit. Now all he has to do is not get caught for the entire match, right? That's one less problem for him, although it's still gonna be pretty hard for him," she replied.

Momo smiled upon hearing that, and a small smirk curved upon her lips.

'Everyone shouldn't worry about him getting captured,' she thought.

"PREPARATION TIME IS OVER! HEROES, YOU'RE CLEAR TO GO!" said All Might through the speakers installed in the building. The three responded rather quickly, and entered the building while spouting off plans to one another. Sato split up from the rest of the group, and Kirishima and Kaminari went in shoulder-to-shoulder. Izuku leapt out of hiding, and he began to undo the bandages around his arms.

'If anything, they should be worried about them.'

Izuku had then ran into Sato, who popped in multiple cubes of sugar using one of his hands and pressed his communicator with the other, most likely to inform his teammates of Izuku's location. Momo had suggested to All Might to enable everyone in the monitor room to hear what everyone was saying, so that they would communicate better later on. The number one hero agreed to this, seeing no reason to decline the woman of her request, and pushed a button on the control panel. After a few seconds, everyone could hear almost everything that was going on in the building. The noises of running and shouting then got their attention, and everyone left to watch the match turned their eyes to the screen.

Seeing that his bandages were rolled at an almost perfect length through his arms, he fiddled with the familiar steel-infused fiber alloy in his fingers. He looked Sato dead in the eye, and what he would say next absolutely terrified everyone that was listening in.

The tone was malicious; it sounded like something you would hear from a true villain. It was cold, dead, and filled with killing intent.

"Let's dance, hero."

Hey again! Sorry for another cliffhanger! I've been having trouble sleeping and, well, I'd want a better state of mind while writing a fight scene. Here's a small badass moment for our lil' broccoli boi! That training with Dadzawa paid off, huh?

Anyway, next chapter will be the Indoor Battle Training! All of it! And a few more inserts I'm planning before we go on to USJ. *spoiler alert* I've came up with a JoJo-like outplay for Izuku to pull off, and I've been dying to write it! But for now, I'm dealing with this.

Small details of Izuku's past are revealed in the littlest tidbit(s) here!

Brownie points for the guy who guesses whose plushie Aizawa was holding! HEHE!

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Sprint on, ninja boys!