Welcome back. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku no Hero Academia, only my OC's.

"Alright, kids. Everyone settle down! You are way too loud for my taste," Miriko yelled as she strode into her classroom. She chirruped loudly, unable to produce a full-throat roar like her father, to break their focus off each other and draw their attention.

It didn't take long for most of the students to recognize the feline woman. As much as Miriko disliked being in the media's eye, there was no way for someone to go unnoticed when their parents are famous.

"Hey, who is that?"

"Isn't that Pro Hero Wildcat!?"

"Dude, no way!

"We got her as a homeroom teacher!? U.A. doesn't kid around with it being the best!"

"Oh, my god! So cool!"

A small smile graced her face. Miriko took a moment to focus on each student.

Groups had already started to form. A rowdy bunch of boys sat in the far back corner of the class, causing a bit of ruckus as they sat up in their seats. Two girls sitting near the front with their heads together, one with long dark blue hair and another with orange, exchanging gossip and stealing glances at her. The only one not speaking out of turn was a boy with wild purple hair and a grin inching its way onto his face. This was just naming a few.

"Okay, flatterers," Miriko's hand outstretched to the students, gesturing them to silence. "Enough time wasting! I only get a few minutes with you before we leave for the Entrance Ceremony." She crossed her arms and rested against the podium, waiting on her students. But they were quick to shut up and lean in, eager to hear what their new homeroom teacher had to say.

"As you heard from the loudmouths, I am Feral Heroine: Wildcat." She half-smiled, eyes flicking to the talkative students and earning their giggles in return. She tipped her head in welcome. "But my real name is Kisaragi Miriko. It's nice to meet ya."

There was a collective of enthused 'good morning, sensei' from her kids, and it made her feel fuzzy. It was definitely small moments like these that made Miriko glad to be a teacher.

"Let me officially welcome you to your first year at U.A., the top Hero Academy in Japan. We are ranked #1 in heroics and academics. As a teacher here, I look for dedication, resourcefulness, ambition…," she named off on her fingers." You were handpicked because you demonstrated those same values.

"So," Miriko's voice took a softer tone but held a certain firmness underneath it like bedrock. Along with the excited bunch, she could easily spot the nervousness in some of their eyes.

"Let me be the first to tell you that I understand how frightening first year can seem - trust me. I was nervous during my first year too. But rest assured, you'll never be alone here at U.A. This is your homeroom, and we are a team. Your best efforts reflect on us as a whole; when you shine, we shine. When you look bad, we all look bad. Got it?"

They all began clapped loudly, a few cheers and hollers here and there. The class's energy as a whole felt refreshed and energized.

"Hmph, alrighty then. Any questions before I send you off for the ceremony?"

"Are you really the daughter of Panthera and Leopardess? Can you get us autographs?"

These kids were something else, and Miriko already felt herself starting to warm up to them. "Yeah, sure thing. But you have to best me in one-on-one combat… and buy my lunch for a month."

Groans and laughter filled her classroom, and soon she was laughing with them.

Miriko watched with feign interest as Hound Dog spoke during the Entrance Ceremony. She, as well as the other homeroom teachers, had just been introduced. They were well received by the students, aside from the awkward applause when Aizawa's name was called.

The man was once again a no-show. In fact, his whole class was missing.

Being the homeroom teacher of a hero course, he was able to take his class out to the training grounds without a P.E. instructors permission when it was available. A logical approval made by all teachers and the principal... but she did occasionally wish she could take the other students who wanted to be heroes, the ones who didn't make the cut. It wasn't their fault some faulty physical exam deemed them unqualified. There was an error in the testing, not them.

Her eyes roamed, looking at the broad sea of students. She recognized a few students, those who regularly used training rooms and required permission from a coach. But there were three in particular that she noticed right away, her favorites for the Big Three this year.

Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, and Nejire Hado. They did not rank well at all in their second-year Sports Festival, and their strange personalities don't leave a strong impression on anyone. In fact, it wasn't the second term of last year when Miriko was filling in for their coach for a few days that she noticed them. After some investigation, she found out that the trio possesses extremely powerful quirks.

And Miriko recognized potential when she saw it.

Of course, that was another thing Miriko had to look forward to.

All hero course teachers, P.E. instructors, and Principal Nezu will have to get together in a couple of weeks to plan the competition out, how to test the students' strengths. It was always held the beginning of July, and the ranking students revealed just before the summer break. Suspense was a game Nezu loved to play. Miriko was quick to find that out when she first started working here.

A huge elbow bumped into her shoulder, effectively knocking her off her train of thought. She glared up at the towering Vlad King.

"What are you thinking so hard about, little cat?" Vlad King asked, his low voice gave Miriko goosebumps as it reverberated in her sensitive ears.

"Just who I'm placing my bets on to win the Big 3 this year... and how my kids are gonna whoop your kids in the Sports Fest." Miriko tipped her chin up defiantly and placed a hand on her hip, knowing full well that Vlad King wouldn't take the insult likely. He scoffed at this and locked eyes with her before they were interrupted by a thunderous voice.

"All right, listeners! Give it up for Hound Dog!" Present Mic yelled to the crowd. Pity applause was scattered amongst the first years and made Miriko snicker.

'Poor Mic. This is the second time he didn't win them over,' Miriko thought with an empathetic chuckle, watching Mic with his hands still in the air. The students dispersed, and everyone started going their own way.

"Well I, for one, am absolutely hyped up from that incredible performance you gave," Miriko said warmly, catching the attention of it's intended: Present Mic.

"Oh, Mi-ri-ko!" Hizashi yelled in a sing-song tone, running towards the woman to scoop her up in a bear hug. "Am I too old to reach out to these kids?!" he cried out and swung her around, clearly upset with the response of the students. Or... lack of.

"Well...", she began to say, wiggling in his grip until he finally let her loose.

Hizashi placed her down and gave her a stern look, his prescription sunglasses slipping down his nose from swinging in circles. "Do not answer that, you... you.."

"Lovable, wonderful person who is also your favorite?" Miriko pulled out the big-eyed kitty eyes on him, which never failed to win the blonde over.

The pair just stared intensely at each other, Miriko's forcefully sweet smile breaking the seriousness. But when she thought he would break and laugh, Hizashi grabbed her shoulders tightly and matter-of-factly yelled: "You're right!"

Miriko didn't expect that, and her smile dissolved into belly laughs. Hizashi joined almost immediately. Good times always rolled in with the man, something Miriko was still grateful for.

"I knew it. I can't wait to rub it in Shouta and Ondori's face! So, Zashi, how was your mini vacation?" Miriko asked, remembering that Hizashi canceled any plans he had during the last weekend of the winter break (aside from his radio show) for a certain someone. That's when Miriko got a strong whiff of soil and rubbing alcohol, and it made her grin tilt into a smirk.

Miriko watched Hizashi's face, how his swirly green eyes went wide and face instantly turned beet red. He stared right past her, and she knew precisely what captured his attention. Or rather, who.

"Cat caught your tongue, Zashi?" Miriko laughed. Seeing the ever-so-confident Present Mic so fluffed up like this was rare. When a pair of delicate fingers tapped Miriko's shoulders and disrupted her from her amusement, Miriko twirled around to greet her dear friend.

"Well, good morning, Miss Bloom."

Greeting her with two waving hands was Harvest Heroine: Miss Bloom, real name Shuzenji Chitose. Beloved granddaughter of Recovery Girl, and also her assistant at U.A.

Upon meeting the woman, Miriko had been momentarily stunned by her beauty. Chitose, though she later insisted she call her 'Chi,' had beautiful large doe eyes in a soft shade of cerulean blue. A warm, endearing smile always graced her lips, and Miriko noticed whenever she smiled she had adorable dimples on her rosy cheeks.

The tall and pretty woman engulfed Miriko in a hug and broke out in a matching grin. Chi's light pink hair was held up perfectly in a bun by a syringe, a loose curly strand of hair framed her heart-shaped face.

Chitose let go of Miriko and quickly turned her attention to Present Mic, who gawked in awe.

"H-hi, Chi.." Mic trailed off. His eyes made it look like he was hypnotized by the mere sight of the bubblegum woman. He even forgot to breathe when she wrapped her arms around his neck and bestowed a light kiss on his cheek.

"Well, I have a class to teach. As do you, sir. Care to walk with me, sweet girl?" Miriko asked, holding her arm out. Chitose linked her arm and waved goodbye to Hizashi, who lamely waved back with a goofy, loving grin. The two heroines headed out to the Miriko's classroom, Miriko throwing one last shit-eating grin at the blonde man.

"How are you and Eraser doing?" Chitose happily signed in JSL, Japanese Sign Language. She bumped her hip into Miriko's side, the white coat she wore over her hero outfit bellowing from the movement.

Back when Miriko and Aizawa first started working for U.A, she was lured by Hizashi into the school garden during lunch break one day. 'It's the quietest, most beautiful place in the school. And smells aren't overwhelming for your delicate nose, Miriko!' Hizashi told her.

He just left out the real reason for visiting the garden: the pretty gardener who tended to the field regularly.

Miriko remembered that day fondly. Chi had her long, wavy pink hair down and she was her hero outfit: a teal top, a leather underbust vest, a cream gardening apron that was tied up on one side to her hip, a brown leather skirt that reached just past her knees and brown leather booties to match. Not suitable for fighting but just fashionable and just right for gardening. Chi was innocent and cute, with a sweet air about her. She had waved them over and signed to Hizashi, who seemed flustered throughout the whole conversation.

When Miriko had found out she was born mute, she brought it upon herself to learn JSL with her best friend. Her friendship with Chitose proliferated despite duties, and before they knew it they we close like sisters.

"We're okay. He woke me up by going through my balcony instead of the front door this morning, the weirdo," Miriko complained.

"No dates?" Chi questioned with her hands, her face already taking on an exasperated look.

"What? Don't be silly. You know how busy we are. We have night-ins at least once a week, though."

"That is not healthy," she motioned wildly this time for emphasis, Miriko imagined.

"We've been together for eleven years. It's worked for us so far," Miriko said with an irked sigh. This wasn't the first time Chi, or her other friends for that matter, had mentioned the fact that she and Aizawa didn't go out enough. But Miriko couldn't help that they were homebodies.

Besides, leopards were naturally reclusive!

"And you're not married yet. You two need to hurry up. None of our friends are married, and I've never been a bridesmaid before. Personal life is important, too," Chitose frantically signed, her pink brows knitting together.

Chitose's constant worry about her friends was well-known by the staff. Chi knew hero work was a priority, and she worked hard herself to help save lives alongside her grandmother... but being a workaholic was not healthy, and all her friends were addicts.

"I didn't say it wasn't! But we have a job to do. We can't just take off when we feel like it. You know this," Miriko defended, her voice unusually high and raspier.

"As one of your best friends, I think you should go out at least once a month. Do something different. Rekindle the flame!" the Harvest Heroine argued. She bumped her hip into Miriko again.

"Who said you were my best friend!" Miriko growled out, bumping Chitose right back.

"You're right. I'm more than a friend. More of a reason to listen to me," Chitose smiled, tossing a wink her way.

"Hey," Miriko giggled, "I don't see you for two weeks, and suddenly you've become aggressive! I don't like this side of you!"

The women had reached Miriko's destination, her classroom. They unlinked arms and supervised the hallway, as kids galore made their way to their homeroom. While they did that, Miriko toyed with the idea of going out. When was the last time she and Aizawa did actually go out on a date? It had been a few months, at least.

And 'rekindle the flame'? Was their light already burnt out, and she didn't notice? Eleven years together, that was a long time.

The pair of women waited in comfortable silence until Miriko's last student made it inside the classroom. "See you at lunch," Chitose signed as she walked away, leaving Miriko alone with her thoughts.

Aizawa took his time walking towards the teacher's lounge, not wanting to deal with anybody for the time being. He was already annoyed before he caught All Might spying on him and his class. Now he was thoroughly irritated.

Judging by the closed door, Aizawa was the first one there. With a deep sigh, he opened the door and peeked in. Surprisingly, there was only one person inside, and honestly, she was the only person he could stand to be around right now. Quietly as he could, he entered and shut the door behind him.

Aizawa shoved his hands into his pockets and glided across the room silently. Miriko must have noticed it was him since she didn't turn to stop him from getting close. His body slouched against her backside, and she tilted her head so he could rest his on her shoulder. This allowed him to see what she was so focused on. Miriko had just wrapped her homemade lunch.

With his face next to hers, the scruff of his stubble pleasantly scratched at her exposed neck. The sensation had her tilting her head back fully and purring loudly. She got onto her tip-toes, matching her hips height difference with his, and wiggled her ass into his hip.

Aizawa grunted at the pressuring feeling and turned his face into the crook of her neck just to bite down hard. "Not here," he threatened with closing his eyes. He didn't need to be sexually frustrated in a place where he couldn't do anything about it, let alone the school.

"Au contraire, mon Cheri," Miriko purred as she twisted around in the tight space to face him, her hands trailing up his stomach. She could feel each dip of muscle through his shirt, and the pheromones he released only enticed her sudden arousal. "I think now is the purr-fect time."

"You, ma'am, are being highly inappropriate, Miriko," Aizawa strained to say, touching his forehead to hers. But despite the unseemly behavior, his stomach did a flip when she blinked slowly at him. They didn't once deviate from his own. The stare was full of adoration... and hunger. Aizawa was just too weak against her advances when the growing frustrations of the day kept piling on and on.

"You only have yourself to blame. You know my neck is sensitive," Miriko said in a husky whisper. Both of her hands slowly cupped his face. She pulled him down so she could kiss his lips, and Aizawa only deepening it as soon as they touched. Their tongues found each other quickly and began to brush and roll off the other. Aizawa's hands slipped down her sides, and with a firm grip, he grabbed her ass and pulled her upwards to him.

The couple didn't even break away when Miriko hopped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He settled her on the counter, and he was sure she could feel his hardening length through their clothing.

Miriko moaned into his mouth and grabbed the collar of his shirt to steady herself as she started to grind on him. The low moan that escaped his throat sent a thrill down her spine.

They broke apart for a breath of air, the pace of the heated moment taking them both by surprise. This was a complete 180 from the brief kiss they shared that morning. Aizawa gazed at her with half-hooded eyes filled with passion and desire. He caressed the side of her face, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and leaned in to claim her mouth.

Though Miriko would have loved nothing more than to let him have his way, she pushed against his chest gently. He stopped immediately once he was met with resistance.

"We're about to have some company, Shouta," Miriko said softly and smiled at him. "What has gotten into you? This isn't how a professional is supposed to act."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aizawa bluffed. He caressed her cheek with his thumb and reluctantly moved away, leaning against the counter space next to her. The raven-haired man watched the door with an impassive face, no tangible evidence on him that showed what just transpired a moment ago. Aizawa just waited patiently for those who interrupted the impromptu make-out session while Miriko smoothed out her hair and clothes. Internally, he scoffed at what they just did. 'I'm like some hormonal teenager. At least we've gotten better at hiding now.'

It wasn't like them to be so... licentious while at school, at least not when the students were in session.

Miriko has plopped herself off the counter and ran a hand through her hair, smoothing out any strays. When she returned her focus back on her food, Aizawa's stomach growled loudly.

He watched as Miriko bit into a spicy croquette, a hand delicately hovering below catching any crumbs that fell. After a quick debate with himself, he reached to grab one for himself when Miriko yanked the whole box away with a snarl.

"Mmh!" she noised, gulping down her food quickly. "Your portion is in the fridge, you stingy man!"

A group of teachers walked in on Aizawa following Miriko around the kitchenette. Amongst the crowd was Chi, Hizashi, Nemuri, Vlad King, and Hound Dog. The conversations that were had dwindled to silence as they watched Aizawa chase after Miriko in the room, her yelling obscenities at the man.

"Damn it, I made you your own!" They all heard the little woman yell.

"Your food looks a lot better, though. Just... Let me try it," Aizawa insisted.

The heavenly wafted over to the group, and soon her friends joined Aizawa in his chase.

"I hope you made enough for everyone, Kisaragi!"

"All five of you can promptly fuck off," she hissed at them, receiving laughter in return.

After a few minutes of fun, though, they had all settled down and ate their lunches together. With thirty minutes to spare, Aizawa and Miriko hunkered down on the couch the lounge provided. With his yellow sleeping bag, the caterpillar man rested his head in Miriko's lap, and she contoured her body around him, nestling him between herself and the couch. It didn't take long for Miriko to drift off, but the nap was short lived. Heavy footsteps approached her, and she drowsily opened her eyes.

"I. Am. Here! Hurry, Wildcat! On my back! We are late for our first lesson!" The rich vibrato of All Might's voice had Miriko jumping violently in surprise.

Aizawa grumbled something and rolled over inside his sleeping bag. Miriko had to very gently lift him off of her before she rounded on the great hero.

"That is not how you wake someone up, All Might. I thought we were under attack with you raising your voice like that!" He could hear the hacksaw-like growl when she tried saying certain words, and it gave him goosebumps. She stomped towards him and rolled up her sleeves in a threatening manner like she meant to fight him right then and there.

"Ah! But this is my inside voice! Ha ha ha!" All Might teased. He had already declared it in his head that Miriko was not one to mess around with. The little lady was intimidating when she wanted to be. All Might spun away and coughed, his go-to cop out for any situation He squatted as low as he could so the little heroine could reach.

Miriko gave an irked sigh before she climbed onto All Might back, her legs not even touching each other as she struggled to wrap them around his waist. She gripped his neck tightly, now worried about falling off. She knew All Might's sprint was incredibly fast, faster than most people (including her father, who she thought was a fast.)

"Are you ready, young miss?"

"Y-yeah.." Miriko answered, her voice smaller than usual. She didn't even have time to yelp because as soon as she finished her sentence, he took off. In just a few seconds, they were at the door of Class 1-A. All Might grabbed onto the door hinges to stop himself from sprinting into the class.

But the abrupt stop sent Miriko flying over his shoulders. A somewhat higher pitched growl echoed in the room as Miriko tucked her chin into her shoulder and stretched her hand out.

But All Might had different plans and faster reaction time. He reached out and grabbed her by her waist, an attempt to save her from falling face-first into the tile.

"We have... come through the door.. normally..." All Might trailed off awkwardly. It was definitely a close one. It would have looked bad if he managed to place his boss in the hospital on the first day.

Miriko, who still dangled upside down, cleared her throat. "Please put me down," she asked quietly. Her expression seemed calm, but her eyes said something else entirely.

All Might coughed in embarrassment when he realized just how awkward and improper of him to keep holding her in a strangely intimate position, even if he was trying to save her. He placed the cat lady gently on her feet.

Miriko blew the hair out of her face, glaring at him one last time before shifting her gaze to the gawking students.

"Is she alright?" a young girl with short brown hair asked, concern lacing her sweet voice.

"Whoa, nice save," a dark-haired boy smiled, showing off nice, pearly white teeth said. He stood up, allowing Miriko to see large contraptions on his elbows.

"That's the P.E Instructor," another girl with cropped black hair and what seemed like headphone cables hanging off her ears had whispered to someone.

"She's so cute!" a pink girl with horns squealed with such a broad smile.

"Is All Might is really gonna teach us?" A spiky red-haired boy yelled excitedly, standing at his desk along with the first boy.

"Are you alright, my girl?" All Might had asked in a whisper, wincing when her eyes sharply landed back on him. Her flushed cheeks hinted at embarrassment, he assumed, since she didn't verbally respond to him. So All Might did what All Might does best; he gestured grandly and introduced the woman. "And here with me to coach you is none other than Feral Heroine, Wildcat! Ha ha ha ha!"

Miriko wrapped an arm around herself, uncomfortable with the situation and introduction. She twisted a strand of hair around her fingers and looked out to the class, to the students of hero course 1-A. They were Aizawa's kids.

"Good afternoon, everyone," she managed with a small smile, and the class greeted her and All Might back. They were sweet and excitable, except for one certain ash-haired boy. Miriko immediately recognized him. He had floored everyone in the physical aspect of the entrance's exam. That was Bakugou Katsuki, and it seemed his attitude fueled his quirk. Or maybe it was the other way around.

"Wildcat-sensei! Are you alright?" one of the girls asked. She had a poofy, spikey ponytail, and long side-swept bangs. She was the one who got in with recommendations, Miriko noted. Yaoyorozu Momo was very impressive during the physical exam, as well. Not as creative with her quirk as she could be, but she definitely had the most potential from what she saw.

"I'm better than what I could've been. Yaoyorozu Momo, correct? Thank you for asking," she directed to the young girl before addressing the class. "My name is Kisaragi Miriko. I am the homeroom teacher to class 1-C, and the head Physical Education Instructor of your year. I'm here to help All Might transition to be your Heroics teacher. Once he passes my exam, you won't see much of me," Miriko winked, much to the pleasure of the students who began giggling and laughing at the tease.

All Might gave her his trademark smile, a 'huhm' noise of inside-laugh rumbled from the depths of his chest. "Hero basic training! The class that'll put you through all sorts of special training to mold you into heroes. No time to dally, today's activity is.. battle training! And for that.. you need these!" All Might stepped in with bravado. His cape billowed behind him with every movement he made.

Miriko pulled a remote control from the podium and clicked it, and the wall shelves pulled out automatically holding their uniform cases.

"In accordance with the 'quirk registry,' and the special request forms you filled out before being admitted costumes," All Might ended. Almost all of the students rose from their seats; their expressions changed immediately to amazement.

"I'll show you all to the locker rooms. After you change, come out in ranking order to ground beta!" Miriko instructed. The students clamored for their bags and followed her out.

All Might and Miriko waited patiently while the students changed into their new hero outfits outside the gates of Ground Beta. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Miriko grilled him on what his lesson plan was.

So when he told her of his simple plan, she was livid. But Miriko had no time to scold him. The students came out in one large group. It seemed they waited for one another, and that small fact had warmed Miriko's heart.

"Looking good is very important, ladies and gentlemen! Look alive now! Because from today on.. you're all heroes!"

A/N: I am so much happier with this story! Though I still need a beta-reader to help me with my mistakes.

Thanks starrat, for being my number #1 fan ;~; I love you

And thank you ! Your reviews have helped me with continuing this story. I also have mad love for you! I am also very excited to see our boy again!

So tell me what you think so far! Please review, like and follow :) - V