4/9/2020 edit: Relax, this is not a notice of a hiatus or any such shit. Here's the deal: Some of you might remember that I mentioned I was gonna introduce some translations for orkish dialogue because some readers were having trouble understanding what Izuku is saying. I forgot to speak of it this chapter, but I have been working on it. Thing is, only when I started did I realize that it is a… more daunting task than I first realized, specially in the manner that I intend to do it. So here's how it's gonna be. Alongside this edit I have also added the translations of chapter 1 dialogue. If the feedback from you guys is favorable, I shall be translating a chapter a month alongside the monthly story update. If not, eh, it was a fun little experience.

Be sure to let me know what you think.

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Howdy folks, how's it going?

Hope you all have been keeping safe.

Another month, another update, another small bit of fun and enjoyment I can hopefully deliver.

As always, shout out to Chaos productions for his aid and input.

Also as always, I own neither Warhammer nor BNHA. If I did Age of Sigmar would never have happened, and Katsuki would've had some sort of comeuppance for his bullying by now.

And now, enjoy the show.

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"All right, then," All Might started, trying to sound as professional and teacher-ish as he could manage, which honestly wasn't a lot. "Before I give my own critique, who do you children believe should be named MVP of the match?"

It was to a very quiet viewing room that the two teams had returned, their fellow students staring at them with varying degrees of bewilderment. To be fair, with the way things had gone, with how Bakugo was quietly seething, how Aoyama was still trembling, how Yaoyoruzu was trying to keep a prim and proper demeanor and not managing to hide her awkwardness quite that well, and how Midoriya was grinning cheerily, perhaps some bewilderment was justified.

"Uuuuuuhhhh…" After a few more moment of silence where no one was quite sure how to voice their thoughts, it was Kaminari who first hesitantly raised his hand.

"Yes, young Kaminari?"

"Isn't that Midoriya?" The blonde queried more than stated. "I mean, he pretty much carried the entire thing…"

"I must quite vehemently disagree!" Iida quite vehemently interjected, less raising his hand to ask to speak and more desperately reaching his arm out to the ceiling, looking even from underneath his heavy armored suit like he was about to launch into a passionate tirade about such likely subjects as proper heroic conduct and exaggerated use of force-

"Naaaaah," Midoriya dismissed the blond's suggestion rather casually. "Buildy girl's dah MVP 'ere."

-Only to get the wind knocked off his sails by the target of said tirade.

"…Beg pardon?" The bespectacled teen voiced out, clearly thrown for a loop by the easy admission, even as all eyes in the room fell upon the green-haired boy.

"Buildy girl's MVP." Midoriya said as if it was the simplest truth in the world, gesturing to the girl in question who was looking at him in surprised confusion, although whether that was because of his opinion or his chosen nickname for her was anyone's guess.

"Indeed?" All Might inquired, a raised eyebrow somehow failing to diminish the shadows around his eyes. "And how do you figure, young Midoriya?"

"Cuz errything went accordin' tah plan." The goggled boy elaborated quite confidently. "I knew ol'Katsu wuld be rushin' in for a fite with me, and wuldn' be tellin' his partner wut dah plan wuz propahly. Dah mishon wuz tah keep dah bomb safe, but, let'z face it, ya know as gud as I dat I wuldn't miss dah chance for a gud scrap. I culdn't go keep'im busy and leave dah bomb undefended, so I counted on her tah do dah important stuff while I kept dah biggest thret busy. Katsu fell fer it hook, line and sinker, sparkly boy wuz left tah try to breach our defenses alone wiff no plan, and Buildy Girl kept guard o'the bomb all along'n took him out at the end. We won by divide'n conquer, but herz wuz dah important job, and she did it bettah."

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"So basically you believe that young Yaoyoruzu is MVP because unlike the hero team she was willing to work out a loose plan of action with you, and you trusted her with what you considered to be the most important assignment?" All Might clarified.

"Yeah, dat'z wut I said."

"Hhhhmmm…" The hero pondered the explanation. Honestly, he was a bit skeptical that there'd been much of a plan in the boy's mind more elaborate than "Go fight the villains", but still, there was one particular point of his words that did ring true. "It is true that cooperation with other heroes on the field is important. There's a reason why Team Ups are so common, you will rarely have the luxury of choosing which heroes join you in answering a distress call, and will have to adapt on the fly to any number of other possible power sets and skills… I suppose that in that regard, Yaoyoruzu and you acted appropriately enough for a first time. Very well, young Midoriya, I'll accept your logic, and declare Yaoyoruzu the MVP of the match!" He declared, with a twinkling smile. Truth be told, the fact that the boy knew himself well enough to be aware of the proper priorities, even if he didn't entirely act upon them, was in itself already a victory.

"Uh… I suppose if that is your opinion on the matter, I will humbly accept it, All Might-sensei." The pony-tailed girl said respectfully if a bit uncertainly. Really, all she did was stay close to the bomb and use a mirror at the opportune moment. She had her doubts that such a thing was so praiseworthy…

"With that said however," The hero continued, growing more serious. "Young Midoriya, young Bakugo, the two of you went too far in your fight. Even allowing that you did have a plan, Midoriya, it was clear that the two of you prioritized your confrontation above all else in the match, and allowed it to escalate to something far more dangerous than a spar should ever be. Young Bakugo, you outright used what could've been a lethal attack on your opponent. In a closed space, with a bomb nearby, no less. In a real life-or-death situation, desperation might have given you some leeway in taking that risk, but once again, this was a spar. You are not to do this again, or there will be consequences, am I clear?"

The look of stunned disbelief that the boy threw at him honestly caught the number 1 hero off-guard. For a moment it seemed like he wanted to object, but faced with the stern expression in the usually smiling hero's face, the boy just grit his teeth and lowered his head, hands twitching angrily.

"Fine." He ground out, and All Might supposed that was the best he was going to get out of him for now.

"And young Midoriya," He followed turning to the other teen. "While Bakugo's reaction was excessive, you clearly goaded him into it. I expected better from you, my boy."

"Sorry, All Might…" The green-hair boy said glumly, suddenly looking like the very definition of a kicked puppy. It honestly made All Might feel like crap, but he had to keep his strict demeanor, he was being a teacher here.

"Right then," He concluded with a nod. "any further questions before we move on to what should be improved?" All Might asked, and this time most of the students present raised their hands. "Yes, young Ashido?"

"I think that I speak for all of us," The pink-skinned girl said (and indeed, all other hands went down as they seemed to realize where this was going), turning to the green-haired boy. "when I ask: how did you do that?!"

"Do wot?" Midoriya asked back, blinking in confusion.

"Dude," The pinkette stated, with a look on her face that just screamed 'Are you for real?'. "You've pulled a freaking gun turret from your pouch like a demented Doraemon. And then you tanked Short Fuse's blast like it was nothing. How does your quirk even work?"

Once again, the goggled boy found himself the center of attentions, as most all students except Bakugo (who's angry 'What was that, Pink Puff?!' at Ashido's choice of nickname was entirely ignored) leaned curiously in his direction.

Midoriya, for his part, just shrugged.

"Dah Waaagh's dah Waaagh." He said simply. "It'z how I build meh gizmos, like me powah klaw, mah flakka dakka cannon, and dah force field generator I'z wearin' tah counter ol' Katsu's booms." Once again the ashen blond's simmering, aggravated growl went completely ignored. "And as for how I store it all…"

He reached for the hem of his pouch, pulling out something, a small, translucent, diamond shaped plastic casing, glowing faintly with green light.

"It'z cuz'o dis'ere gizmo."

"…A bicycle spoke light?" Ashido asked as she stared at the thing, because that was exactly what it looked like to her-

"Eek!"

Her musing was interrupted when Uraraka suddenly gave a little yelp of alarm, drawing everyone's attention to the brunette as she was looking at her hands with confusion and some concern.

"Are you alright, young Uraraka?" All Might immediately asked in worry.

"M-my finger pads feel weird…" The rosy-cheeked girl answered uncertainly, staring at the little pink dots at her fingertips that were the focal point of her quirk. "It feels all tingly and like … they're being pulled? I don't know, t-this never happened before…"

"…Oh yah, yer quirk is gravity based, roigt?" Midoriya commented, as if only just now realizing something. "Yah, my bad. Fergot tah turn it off first."

There was a faint clicking sound as he flicked his thumb, and the green light shut off.

"It, it stopped." Uraraka said in wonder, tentatively poking her fingers together, before turning a rather confused look towards the goggled boy. "What did you do?"

"Dis," He said, raising the device for emphasis. "be a subspace access point. I have'em in erry pocket I'z wearing, they resonate in a gravitic frequency that makes'em portals to a subspace corridor I use fer storin' up mah gizmos and gizmo buildin' gubbinz'n doohickeyz."

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"Did anyone understand that?" Ashido looked around, seeing in most everyone present the same uncomprehending blank expression she probably had right now.

"It's a fucking portal, Pink Puff." Bakugo grunted out, his exasperation at the general dumbassery briefly overtaking his seething anger and stung pride at the loss and lecturing. "Deku here built a fucking literal pocket dimension to store his shit in."

A rather crass but accurate summation, All Might found. At least it hadn't been quite as bad as Power Loader's rant when he had been shown the contraption. The poor man had been driven close to madness just trying to understand how Izuku's inventions actually worked and had failed miserably…

"I didn't build dah subspace, Katsu." The green-haired boy clarified. "I juzt build dah access tah it."

"Like I give a shit."

"Language, Young Bakugo." All Might interjected sternly, and thankfully it seemed to actually have some effect with the way the explosive boy lowered his head. Jeez, the attitude on this kid. It honestly had the number 1 hero wondering whether he should talk to Hound Dog about setting up an appointment….

"Portal technology…?" Yaoyoruzu could not help but voice out then, reflecting the wonder most of the students were likely feeling right now. "That is incredible. I mean, we have quirks that work like that, but an invention like this could change the world!"

Really, she wasn't even wrong, the teacher conceded to himself. With the general stagnation of technology that had occurred since the rise of quirks, the notion that it could ever replicate or surpass the powers humanity had gained had long been, quite ironically, left in the realm of fiction. Something like what his kinda sorta protégé was so casually using for storage should've been, for all intents and purposes, a game changer. However…

"Good fu-freaking luck with that, Ponytail." The ashen blond commented with a snort, fortunately chastised enough to cut back on the swearing. "Deku's stuff is made with his quirk, so they only actually work for him. Everyone else, it just doesn't work at best or blows up in their faces at worst."

"I relly dun get why dat iz." Midoriya admitted, looking genuinely embarrassed and confused. "I make'em as usah-friendly az I can…"

"Speaking from experience, dude?" Kaminari interjected, smirking teasingly at the explosive teen. "Is that why you chickened out at the end of the fight when he threw that can at you?"

"Excuse me, Sparky" Bakugo immediately turned a wrathful leer at the other teen, making him take a worried step back. "but have you ever been within the blast radius of one of Deku's crazy contraptions?"

"Uh, no…?" Was the hesitant reply.

"Then screw you, you don't get to judge." The ashen blond ground out.

"Come on, dude, it was kinda funny. Your quirk is causing explosions and yet you fell for a dud."

"Oi." Midoriya interjected, suddenly sounding very aggravated. "Wotchu callin' a dud?"

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…

"Deku…"

"Young Midoriya…"

"For the love of everything-"

"Tell me you remembered to put back the-"

KAAABBOOOM!

Pretty much everyone in the room jumped in fright before immediately turning to the video feed. In the ruined remains of the site where Bakugo and Midoriya had fought, a second explosion had just gone off. The damage proved too much for the already battered walls, and the entire floor collapsed.

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"Uh, dat'z weird." Midoriya commented mildly. "Culda sworn I didn' pull dah pin."

"…Young Midoriya, Young Bakugo." All Might wearily said, eyes never leaving the destruction on screen. "Detention."

"…Yah, dat'z fair."

/

The following day, bright and early in the morning, found class 1-A scrambling for their seats as Aizawa arrived in the classroom. The perpetually exhausted looking hero took a moment to watch them doing said scrambling, and if he found it mildly amusing, well, that was a secret he was taking with him to the grave.

"That was six seconds," He noted with a carefully practiced tone of boredom. "Better, but you still need improvement. That aside, I've got three items on the docket. First things first, I've taken the time to review your performances in yesterday's exercise and compare observations with All Might."

A few of the class could not help but gulp nervously as the scruffy man's inscrutable gaze slowly swept across the room.

"Overall, not an entirely bad performance for first timers. There were obvious rookie mistakes made by pretty much all of you which will be addressed in future classes, but there are a few points that stand out. Todoroki."

The red-and-white-haired boy's only reactions to the sudden calling out were a blink and a slight perking up. He was good, Aizawa would give him that, but he'd been on the hero business far too long not to notice his surprise and confusion.

"You froze the entire building during your round of the exercise. It was an impressive display of control and power. It was also completely unnecessary."

"…I secured the bomb and apprehended the villains." The boy said blankly after a few blinks. He hadn't expected the rebuke. Honestly, Aizawa wasn't too impressed with All Might for not bringing it up after the exercise, but to be fair the man had probably still been reeling at what had happened. He had as well, honestly, when he first saw the footage.

"You did, but there is such a thing as overkill, Todoroki." The teacher elaborated flatly, not missing the downright insulted expression on Midoriya's face at the words, something to consider another time. "Not only did you completely ignore the whole purpose of the exercise, which was to work with your teammate, you put all four of you in danger. Cementoss builds the training grounds with sturdiness in mind, but if that had been the building damaged in the first match, or any other regular building, it may well have collapsed under the weight of all that ice. You've got power, Todoroki, you've got skill. You still need to learn restraint."

"…Yes, Aizawa-sensei." The boy said stiffly. Aizawa made a mental note of adding another name to the "Watch out for" list. It was already unusually large for so early on in the year…

"And speaking of restraint," He turned to another two students. "Midoriya, Bakugo, you both clearly could stand to learn some as well, and that brings us to item number two. I'll be explaining the details of your detention when you arrive for it at the end of the day. And Bakugo… One more case of you flying off the handle like that, you'll be having anger management lessons with Hound Dog-"

"What?!"

"-And if even that doesn't take, you'll be expelled. There is no place for such unrestrained aggression in the life of a hero. Understood?" Aizawa continued unimpeded, his hair trailing upward and his eyes glowing for emphasis.

"…Yes, Aizawa-sensei." The ashen blond ground out through gritted teeth.

"Good," The teacher nodded, before fixing the entire class with a grave look. "And last, but certainly not least, that brings us to item number three…"

Predictably enough, the entire class tensed up in obvious worry at the words…

"…It's time for you kids to pick a class president." He finished, to general slumping, relief and aggravation. Truly, he loved his job sometimes. Predictably enough, as soon as the surprise wore off, pretty much every student had their hands in the air nominating themselves for the position. Well, he said everyone, but…

"Not going to join the chorus, Todoroki, Midoriya?" He asked drily, the former student looking as aloof as ever and the later looking like he was barely paying attention.

"Not interested." Todoroki said simply.

"Yah, me neithah." Midoriya agreed, flashing a brief look of disgust. "Being dah class boss ain't worth dah paperworkz. I ain't dealin' wiff any moar o' dat dan I really have tah…"

Uh, smart kid.

"Well, you kids have until the end of class to figure it out. I don't much care how you do it so long as you do, so knock yourselves out." The teacher stated as he pulled out his trusty sleeping bag and planted himself in the corner of the room, making it clear he was done.

Now, you might be forgiven for thinking that this was just Aizawa forgoing his duties as homeroom teacher in order to catch up on some much-needed sleep, and you'd be partially correct, but heroes were nothing if not capable of multitasking. It was also, more importantly, a small test towards the students. Knowing as little about each other as they did at this point, it was always interesting to see how easily they came to an agreement. It'd be another indicator of how easily they could work with others, and a good gauge for which of them would require more attention from the teachers. Granted, he had a pretty good idea who those might be already…

With that amused thought, Aizawa made himself comfortable, pretended to fall asleep, and witnessed the proceedings unfold.

/

At lunchtime, the cafeteria found Momo sitting alone, a tray of food in front of her piled so high that it had many a passer-by doing a double-take. It honestly made her feel a bit self-conscious. It wasn't her fault that her quirk required her to have a high-calorie diet, and it wasn't her fault her metabolism made it difficult for her to get fat, unlike what some jealous voices at her former school might have said…

Shaking her head to ward off the unwelcome thought, the pony-tailed girl primly began her meal while considering the latest developments. The class had decided to vote on who was to become class president. And she'd had the most votes, winning with four. Talk about a landslide…

While she was honestly quite pleased and flattered at the victory, which would look quite good on her resume, Momo couldn't help but wonder. Who had voted for her? Unlike a vast majority of the class, she hadn't voted for herself, having instead opted by Iida, the one who had suggested the vote in the first place, as he honestly seemed like the kind of organized, rule-abiding person that'd be fit for the role. He ended up being the runner up and vice-president, and had confided in her he had voted for her for much the same reasons during their brief meeting after class. That left three other votes. Who could it have been…?

"Hiya, Boss Lady!"

Momo was rocked out of her musings and nearly out of her seat by a tray nearly as full as hers slamming onto the table, none other than Midoriya sitting in front of her, grinning cheerily.

Truth be told, the pony-tailed girl had absolutely no idea what to make of the boy. From what she had seen of him thus far, she had her doubts as to whether or not he was touched in the head. On the one hand, his inventions, ramshackle as they appeared to be, were the work of a genius. On the other… well, pretty much everything else about him and his loud, boisterous behavior didn't exactly scream well-balanced individual…

"…Boss Lady?" She echoed, blinking in confusion, finally processing the new nickname.

"Well, yah? You'ze dah class boss, and you'ze a lady, so yer dah Boss Lady." The green-haired boy clarified. "Glad mah vote helped."

"…You voted for me?" She echoed again, this time in surprise.

"Yup." Midoriya confirmed, right after which he began attacking his meal with a savagery that had the girl gawking. That couldn't possibly be normal, right…?

"Well, I appreciate that, Midoriya-san…" She tentatively said, wondering if he was actually listening with how quickly and messily the katsudon was vanishing. "May I ask why?"

"Why not?" He countered, showing that he was indeed listening even as he was chowing down on a porkchop. "Out of all dem gits in dah class, I only really know Katsu, and he ain't no boss. Ya seemed tah fit bettah."

"Uh, ok, then…" Momo trailed off uncertainly, letting an uncomfortable… well, not silence, not with the mess the boy was making (she was probably one of the last people to judge here, but where was he putting all of that?…), but certainly an uncomfortable lack of communication fall between them. One of her goals during her time at UA was to learn to better interact with people her own age, but so far she wasn't making much progress. Well, may as well start now…

"So, Midoriya-san," She started, and Midoriya briefly ceased his carnage to stare at her curiously. "Were you also accosted by the media outside the school today?"

"Jah wofh?" He asked messily, before he seemingly realized something and swallowed. "Oh, ya mean all them tv gits outside? Yah, I told'em to zog off when dey'z came a'askin' bout All Moigt. Dem'z really annoyin'… How'z about you?"

"Oh, well, I… I mostly just ignored them. I mean, I suppose it'd make sense that they'd want to know more about All Might's new work as a teacher, but all that commotion outside seemed excessive…"

"Pfah, dem's all a bunch'o dumb gits wiff nothin' bettah to do dan snoopin' around, ain't worth botherin' with. Ya did good, Boss Lady." He scoffed dismissively, clearly his opinion of the media wasn't the most stellar.

Momo was about to politely request that he just call her Yaororuzu-san rather than address her by such nicknames, when suddenly klaxon alarms started blaring out throughout the cafeteria.

"A security breach?!" Momo couldn't help but utter in shock.

"Dah zog's security level 3…?" Midoriya wondered, sounding more like he was intrigued rather than concerned.

"I don't know, Midoriya-san, and now doesn't seem like the best time to question it. We need to join the other students and evacuate." The girl replied seriously, trying to mask the nervousness she was feeling. Midoriya, for his part, simply shrugged.

"You'ze dah boss."

With that, the duo made to join the other students, but it quickly became apparent that despite the alarm's urge for calm, panic had settled among the crowd, a panic that only grew more and more as the press of bodies gathering at the exit kept anyone from actually escaping. Such was the chaos that at some point Momo lost sight of Midoriya amidst the throng.

"Please, everyone! Calm down-Agck!" Her attempts to diffuse the situation fell on deaf ears as pain shot through her side from a particularly rough shove. She was caught in a bad spot of the pile-up, and she realized with alarm that, try as she might to fight it, she could barely move, merely get dragged along. Even breathing was starting to become uncomfortable with all the pressure around…

"Oi! Out o'dah way, ya stupid gits!"

The call from the familiar voice rang above the panicked din of the crowd, and looking in its direction Momo saw Midoriya, barreling through the press with undaunted purpose, punching, shoving, kicking and occasionally headbutting particularly slow or oblivious people off his path, making a beeline towards her.

"Out o'dah way, I sed! Move it or git stomped!" He yelled, and she winced as a panicking blond student took a knee to… a sensitive area for not being fast enough, and not a moment later Midoriya was by her side.

"Dere you iz, Boss! C'mon, lezz get out of dis bunch up!" Before she could even think to reply, his hand wrapped around her wrist, and she felt herself pulled from her entrapment as he cut a path back through the confusion with bellowed insults and liberal applications of violence, leading her to the far wall of the cafeteria, away from the stampeding panic, where she immediately slumped against it, breathing heavily in relief. That had been a rather frightening experience…

"You'ze awrite, Boss Lady?" Midoriya asked, standing attentively by her side as he surveyed their surroundings. Was he… trying to make sure the crowd didn't get too close?

"I-I'm fine, Midoriya-san," She couldn't hide a wince as a small spike of pain shot through her side. "I just got a little rattled from all the commotion. I should probably see Recovery Girl when I can."

"Ok," He nodded. "I should prolly go try tah find dah others. Stay here, I'll be back'n a jiffy!"

"Now hold on a moment, Midoriya-san-" Momo fell silent as something caught her attention at the edge of her vision. Through the window, she could see the crowd of reporters that had been camped out at the school's gates, rushing into the courtyard like greyhounds sniffing for prey.

"Midoriya-san, look!" She called out before the boy could move away, pointing at the window. "It's just the media! They got into the school grounds. That's what triggered the alarm!"

"Uh, so dey'z did." The green-haired boy commented with a blink as he came to stand beside her. "Dat'z odd. How'd dat bunch get past dah walls…?"

"That doesn't matter right now, what matters is calming the students down before someone gets seriously hurt." The pony-tailed girl replied, regaining her prim demeanor now that the threats of villain attack or suffocation had passed, as she turned towards the still panicked crowd who had still to realize what she had. Wasting no time, she undid a few bottoms at the bottom of her uniform, revealing her stomach as she activated her quirk, not even acknowledging Midoriya's rapt attention and small "Wooah…" of wonder as he witnessed the process. Seconds later, she had a megaphone in her hands, and quickly turned it on.

"Everybody, please calm down!" She called out. "It's just the media, there is no need for panic!"

Unfortunately, and much to Momo's chagrin, her words failed to have any sort of effect. Some people at the edges of the pile-up seemed to briefly alt their struggling, but on the whole the crowd seemed too panicked to listen. The pony-tailed girl grit her teeth in vexation. What else could she do…?

"Oi, Boss Lady." Midoriya grunted from her side, making her snap her head towards him as he reached his hand out to her. "Seemz like they'z ain't listenin'. Gimme dat dere thingie and lemme give it'a go."

Momo blinked once, twice, and as his words filtered through her mind, for lack of any better plan, she handed her creation over.

"Awigt then," He muttered, checking over the sound settings. "Ya might want tah cover yer ears, boss."

Confused by the request, Momo nonetheless obliged, some odd feeling making her quickly create some earplugs and wear them, to which the boy gave a satisfied nod, took a deep breath, and brought the device to his lips…

"WWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

The bellow rang out throughout the entire cafeteria with such intensity that every object that wasn't nailed down rattled from the vibrations, silencing the yelling and screaming. Momo, who could hear it clearly even through the earplugs, was privately impressed at just how loudly Midoriya could scream when his quirk wasn't sound-based, and hoped that Kyoka-san hadn't been in the cafeteria during this mess, or else the noise sensitive girl would be having a very bad time right now…

It had the intended effect though, as the panicked struggling and pushing of the crowd ceased, and as one everybody in the cafeteria turned to look in their direction with wide, shocked eyes.

"DAH ZOG'S DA MATTAH WIFF ALL A'YOU'ZE SISSY GITS?!" The goggled boy followed up, sounding genuinely annoyed at all of them. "DIDN'T YER MAHS EVER TELL YA TAH PAY ATENSHOON WHEN SOMEUN'S TALKIN' TAH YA?! STOP BEIN' RUDE AND LISTEN TO DAH BOSS LADY!"

With his piece said (although whether it was entirely understood was a bit of a mystery…) the boy promptly handed her back the megaphone with a cheery grin as she removed her earplugs.

"Dere, now dey'z all yours, Boss Lady."

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"Uuuuuuhhh… right, thank you Midoriya-san." Momo replied uncertainly, before shaking her head and deciding to focus on more important things right now, once more addressing the crowd. "As I was saying, the alarm was due to the media getting into campus grounds. Please calm down and continue with the evacuation in a more orderly manner. While you're at it, please check if there's anyone wounded and take them to the infirmary."

Murmurs broke out across the cafeteria as more and more students calmed down enough to heed her words, look out the windows to see that she was indeed correct, and after a few moments of shame and embarrassment at their less than controlled reactions, started doing as she had asked, allowing the pile up to disperse little by little.

Momo allowed herself a sigh of relief at that, only to once more wince in pain. She was then surprised to find Midoriya gently holding her by the arm and shoulder.

"Dat wuz nicely done, Buildy Girl." He said with an approving grin. "Now ya'z better heed yer own advice and get to dah doctor. Come on, I'z helpin'."

Suddenly feeling too drained from the whole debacle, the pony-tailed girl didn't manage to do much more than mutter her thanks and let the odd boy lead her through a parting crowd.

She did have enough presence of mind to now consider something he had brought up, however. How exactly had the press gotten into the school…?

/

The next day marked a change in routine for class 1-A. Their heroics class for today would be consisting of rescue training in an on-campus site that was distant enough for a ride to be required. And thus they all currently sat on a bus, fully decked in their respective hero gear, most of them chatting animatedly about the incoming lesson. Those that were not engaged in social interaction were the usual suspects, Todoroki quietly sitting in the back, Katsuki stewing in his grumpiness somewhere in the middle, and Izuku fiddling with something with a screwdriver in one of the side seats.

"Midoriya-chan."

Conversation in that particular section of the bus stilled, as the boy in question, after a few more moments of tinkering, seemed to register that he had been addressed, and looked to his side, to see Tsuyu staring at him intensely (perhaps, it was hard to tell with her limited range of facial expressions). He raised his goggles, staring back at her in open confusion.

"Yah? Ya need sumthin', Froggy girl?"

"Call me Tsu, ribbit." The animal-themed girl replied, putting a finger to her lip as she tilted her head slightly. "What are you doing?"

"I'z working on prepping a part for a gizmo I'z buildin'." The green-haired boy replied, raising the object he'd been fiddling with.

"Is that a piston of a two-stroke 50cc petrol engine?"

At the question, Izuku blinked at her, once, twice.

"Uh, yeah," He confirmed, sounding rather impressed. "Ya got a gud eye dere, Froggy girl. How'ja guess?"

"Call me Tsu, and thanks, ribbit. I just remember seeing it on How it's Made, my little sister loves that show." The girl in green answered, before once more staring at the piece curiously. "But what are you making with that, exactly?"

"Now dat be a secret." Was the cheeky reply, accompanied by an equally cheeky grin.

"Wait a minute…" The duo turned to Momo, a few seats away, her face one of confusion giving way to dawning realization. "Midoriya-san, did that come from the moped I made on the first day?"

"Sure did, Boss Lady!" Izuku grinned at her. "It'z very gud quality stuff, wotchu make. Metal's got no impurity an' all dah parts be fittin' tah perfeshoon. Bezt I'z had tah work wiff in years. I might start askin' ya for moar stuff down the line."

The pony-tailed girl made to open her mouth to reply, but faltered as she realized she couldn't quite figure out whether she felt flattered or annoyed, and simply slumped back into her seat to ponder it.

"Midoriya-chan," Tsuyu said, once more catching the goggled boy's attention. "Something you should know is that I always say what's on my mind."

"You'ze lucky." Izuku replied. "I culdn't tell ya wot'z on mine half'dah time."

"…And it's stuff like that that makes me think that you're a weird guy, ribbit." Tsuyu said bluntly after a long, slow blink.

"Eh, I'z used to dah weird. Dah normal iz zoggin' boring." The green-haired boy said with a shrug.

"You say that word a lot." The frog-themed girl commented curiously. "What does that even mean?"

"Wot, zog? Wotchu fink it means?"

"Well, ribbit," The girl considered the question, once more putting a finger to her lip. "From context it sounds like some sort of swear but…"

"What?!" Iida abruptly rose from his own seat, vigorously chopping his arm at the green-haired boy's direction. "Midoriya, have you been using foul language this whole time right under my nose?! That is absolutely shame-!"

"Oh, cram a sock in it, ya stuffy git, nobody cares!" Izuku immediately bellowed back, before turning back to Tsuyu and flicking a thumb to the paralyzed with shock class vice-president. "See, dat'z how it goez. Ya can avoidz a lot of annoyin' rules'n proprahities by just sayin' zog and let gits decide by demselves wot it means. Why make dah effort when they'z already likely tah fink of the worst fing dey'z can?"

Tsuyu took a moment to observe how Iida tried to get Aizawa-sensei to deal with the situation, only to be told off by the napping teacher for being a tattletale, which made the spectacled boy go white with shock and an accompanying sound of shattering glass, then she turned back to Izuku.

"It's surprising how that can be so clever yet at the same time so dumb."

Far from being offended at her blunt assessment, the boy just grinned broadly at her.

"I be full'o surprises, Froggy girl!"

"Call me Tsu, ribbit." She stressed.

"If ya want tah call peoplez how ya like, ya shuld let'em call ya back dah same." He noted.

"Ribbit!?"

For the first time in that entire conversation, the frog girl showed some emotion, starting as her already large eyes widened and her tongue lolled from the corner of her mouth in surprise. After a few moments for the words to settle in, she conceded the point.

"Uh, never considered it that way before… You really are full of surprises, Midoriya-chan, ribbit."

"You got that right!" Kirishima butted in with a shark-toothed grin from the seat on the other side of Izuku. "Heck, even your quirk is like that, it's near impossible to tell what you're gonna pull out of your pocket next." He raised an arm, which went from soft fleshy tissue to hardened, angled matter, to which he gave a somewhat deprecating smirk. "Meanwhile, all I can do is harden. Sometimes I wish I could do flashy stuff too…"

"…Are you'ze fer zoggin' real?" Izuku replied with deadpan, annoyed glare, causing the red-haired boy to stare at him in surprise at the sudden hostility.

"Uh?" Was the most eloquent reply he could manage, not helped by how the green-haired boy proceeded to smack him upside the head.

"Don't go knockin' on yer own skillz, ya dumb git." He grumbled. "Yer quirk makez ya go all monstah-like and makez ya dah ded tuffest git in dah class. Outta all a'you you'ze dah one dat'd give me dah most trouble in a foigt without havin' tah pull out dah really killy stuff. Quitter talk like dat ain't fer a git in dah hero course."

…

…

…

"Eh," Kirishima eventually let out a small chuckle. "Thanks for that, Midoriya. You're a manly guy."

"Dude," Kaminari suddenly addressed the goggled boy, a teasing smirk on his face. "Do you imagine scenarios and plan strategies to fight everyone you meet or what?"

The smirk faltered however, when Izuku's reaction was to blink owlishly as he stared back uncomprehendingly.

"'Course I do," He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Don't you?"

"…Isn't that a bit much?" The blond inquired lamely, clearly not expecting this level of bluntness.

"I dun understand dah queshtoon…"

The green-haired boy sounded so genuinely lost and confused that nobody was quite sure what to say to that.

/

Not long after, the bus arrived at its destination, the massive dome at the edge of the school's property that all of them had seen in the distance at one point or another and had wondered what the deal with it was. By the entrance, waiting for them, stood a figure clad in a bulky, white suit with black, domed helmet.

"Oh my gosh, that's Thirteen!" Ochaco could not help but gush as she saw the space-themed heroine. "She's one of my favorites…"

"I'm glad to hear that I have a fan…Uraraka, right?" Thirteen replied, somehow even under the helmet giving the impression that she was smiling warmly, and causing the rosy cheeked girl to blush profusely at being recognized.

After a short talk between the two teachers apparently related to All Might's absence, which seemed to greatly annoy Aizawa, the class entered the dome, leaving the vast majority of the students slack-jawed at the several, incredibly realistic disaster areas held within. From there, the space hero proudly presented her creation, the USJ training grounds, before delivering her usual speech about the dangers of quirks and how regardless they could still be used to save lives.

Aizawa idly noted that, against his expectations, Midoriya was listening to it all with unerring focus. Another tidbit for later ponderation.

"All right, then," The scruffy man drawled boredly. "You will be divided in groups and cycle through all the zones, here's how-"

He stopped when the lights all around began flickering, alarms honed by experience blaring in his head. Something was not right.

A thought that was unfortunately confirmed moments later when wisps of darkness manifested from nothing at the center plaza down the stairs, growing and expanding into a faintly humanoid form, yellow-glowing streaks that may have passed for eyes staring at the student group placidly.

"Eraserhead and Thirteen…" The figure muttered. "It would seem that our quarry is not present. Puzzling…"

With that, the dark purple mist expanded into a large circle, and the darkness disgorged several figures into the plaza, some of which the erasure hero recognized with alarm.

"Kids, stay back." He said gravely. "This is not an act. Those are real villains."

Amidst the dread and concern his words had caused, the scruffy man couldn't help but notice that Midoriya looked more intrigued than anything.

"Where is All Might?" A figure in the crowd, a man with his arms and face covered by hands that Aizawa very much doubted were fake, drawled, looking around in what appeared to be genuine confusion, before his attention too fell on the gathered and increasingly more confused and nervous students. "I go through the trouble of gathering this party, and he can't even do me the courtesy of appearing for his own boss fight? Maybe we need to kill a few adds to get him to spawn…"

Yeah, no, like hell that was happening on his watch.

"Thirteen, why haven't the alarms triggered?"

"I don't know," The heroine replied with calm seriousness. "I've been trying to contact the school, to no avail. They must have a jammer in that group."

"Fantastic… Kaminari," Aizawa called, nearly making the blond boy jump in fright at the sudden calling out. "Try to use your quirk, see if you can get an alert out."

"Y-yes, sensei!"

"Thirteen, keep the students safe and get them out of here. I'll hold the villains off."

"You can count on me, senpai." She replied, and Aizawa could appreciate how she immediately made to follow his command. "Good luck."

Without another word, the erasure hero donned his goggles and leaped into the fray, leaving the rescue heroine to escort the mostly terrified children out of the dome.

It was not to be however, because as they approached the entrance, the misty figure appeared from nowhere, blocking their path.

"Greetings, students of UA, and apologies for this unannounced appearance. We are-"

He did not get to finish as both Bakugo and Kirishima, despite Thirteen's protest, immediately charged forward, striking at the purple smoke with fist and blast. While caught off-guard, the villain merely vanished and reformed a bit further back.

"Impressive," He praised. "Truly the hero students are-"

"WWWAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!"

"-ack!"

The dodging was a lot more frantic and panicked this time as the villain barely avoided a hail of bullets to the face, courtesy of Midoriya's freshly pulled gun.

"All right, that's it." The villain grunted, sounding genuinely offended. "You brats are clearly lacking proper manners. Away with all of you."

His mists expanded, engulfing the entire group.

/

The next thing Momo knew, she was somewhere else entirely. A brief look around showed her that she was still inside USJ, but much higher up. One of the peaks of the mountain zone, she realized.

A little, whimpered groan nearby had the pony-tailed girl turn, to see none other than Mineta lying there in a daze.

"Are you all right, Mineta-san?" She asked, for politeness sake if nothing else. The diminutive boy hadn't exactly endeared himself to the girls in class.

"What the hell is going on?!" He said, sounding manic. "What's a bunch of villains doing here?!"

"Well, well, well…" Another voice drawled. "Seems like our entertainment has finally arrived."

From all around, villains started walking out from behind boulders and trees, and Momo realized with panic that they were surrounded.

"Three little piggies, all lost in the hills." The lead villain, a man with a mask reminiscent of an old slasher film monster, continued, a wicked grin on his lips that he licked with an overly long tongue. "The fun is about to start."

Momo's mind went into overdrive, desperately trying to figure out a way out of this situation-wait, three?

"Well, well, well…"

The pony-tailed girl nearly jumped, as she noticed Midoriya standing by her side (how long had he been there?!).

"Thingz just got a whole zoggin' lot more interestin'…" The boy said, sounding downright giddy.

And Momo couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at how uncannily his cheery, almost too-wide grin seemed to mirror the villains before them…

/

Those poor villains…

A few things I feel should be cleared up:

-If anyone's confused as to why I started addressing Thirteen as a she as opposed to they, it's because she's been canonically confirmed as female since her last brief appearance in chapter 2. Was honestly kind of a surprise for me.

-The definition of Zog is a little shout out to the hilarious 40K/Mass Effect fic, Silly but Killy. Ironically, I only discovered that masterpiece after I had started working on this story.

-There are plans for there to be an IzukuxMomo pairing in this story. No other girls will be involved (My apologies to those hoping for IzukuxMomoxMei), and this particular plot point is not going to be that big of a priority anyway, for reasons that should be obvious.

With that, next month we are back to Through the Eternities, so look forward to that.

Cya all on the next one, stay safe.