Mike202303: I'm not going to have Eri homeschooled because then I don't really have a way to incorporate Aki into the story. But thanks for the review!

uchihaNaruto247: I'm still deciding but for now he really is only focused on one thing, and that's making sure Eri has a happy childhood but sometimes you need strength (or intelligence) to do that. I can tell you that he won't be getting One for All. Izuku and All Might won't even really interact much.

Guest: You make me cry tears of joy!

Axlexington: Well, I mean sure, Shinso can get some friends but he isn't really the focus. But he'll get some friends. I mean who doesn't want friends?!

YuruHime: Eri is always going to be in a story but sometimes it can be difficult to come up with nice situations that just radiate happiness. I'm glad they actually were cute. I wasn't sure. Hence the title 'Cute-ish'.

Johnny Spectre: I'm all for friends and family but remember that Izuku family isn't really the best conversation to include Izuku in. Also, I'm not a big harem fan so no. No harem here, sorry!

I kinda left you guys my bad.

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Izuku was feeling down today. This morning he wasn't given a chance to talk to Sada because of the many responsibilities and distractions that came with working with little, messy children. Some of those kids were downright devious. No matter what, Izuku was 100% certain that the little boy Gota was a snot-nosed brat (literally and figuratively).

Izuku and Eri entered the class to a collection of three and four-year-olds screeching at the top of their little lungs. The vibrant and bright yellow of the walls and deep-sea green of the carpet floors didn't necessarily mesh together well. What did mesh was the loud screaming of the children and the loud colored walls, they meshed together to form pure annoyance.

Oh, course Izuku was already in a different world, trying (and failing) to only subtly stare at Sada while she used a tissue to help little Gota blow his nose. It seemed that his blatant staring was noticeable. At least to Gota because Izuku swore the boy took her attention away from him on purpose. Honestly. The little brat was acting like he was eminently sick. Boogers constantly dropping of his puny nose.

Izuku was pulled out of his moment of staring by the soft tinkling of her recently received candy apple bracelet as she tightened the hold on his hand on impulse.

The bracelet doubled as a necklace with its adjustable clip. The bracelet in itself was actually only a half as Izuku had the other half. Both pieces were a shiny silver that showed a somewhat clear reflection. Eri's half consisted of a mini apple with a hole at the bottom. Izuku's piece of jewelry was identical except for the small stick on the end. Eri was ecstatic when she was gifted the bracelet/necklace but even then she had to ask what it meant. You see even at her young age she knew that her father always had some sentimental meaning to most gifts he's given. Her's was no different.

Izuku explained that she was the apple of his eye, she was the core to his being because without her he was nothing, and other cheesy lines until he got to his major point.

He got the stick because he was sturdy and knew how to get by but with her he can easily become sweet, encouraging and other jovial themes. Not to mention that she was perfect by herself without the stick and to never look down on herself. Obviously, he limited all that into something short and less sophisticated for her young brain.

He remembered how many notes he had to make, copy, print and sometimes even fax to have enough money for the jewelry., Well it wasn't too hard seeing as he had one of the newer computer models for his online work. He quit his many jobs and started to focus on his note-making. The clients gave him really good money. He didn't expect his notes to sell for so much but he understood that it was valuable and worthwhile information.

Once again he was pulled out of his daydreaming but this time by the action of Sada motioning Eri to some kiddie station with colorful crayons and scissors littered across the table. From the looks of it, they were working on symmetry and cutting out butterflies that folded. Not that the children knew that, all they knew was that they got to cut and color some butterflies. When it finally seemed as though all the children were situated with either cutting or coloring peacefully she made her way to Izuku.

Aki was silently screaming in her mind as all of the children continued to cause tiny problems that she had to fix and mediate. She honestly had no idea where in the world her coworkers were at. Normally there was at the very least one other person helping her. There were about 30 or maybe 40 kids her and she was just one person for lord's sake! She also had a sneaking suspicion Gota was causing problems on purpose. She had deliberately placed the bottle of glue away from him because he had a tendency of messing around with it. The minute she stepped away from him she turned around to the sight of half of the bottle splashed across his now soggy paper and even specks in his bright red hair. He was such a trouble maker!

But regardless, after she took care of the mess and the pieces of glue in the brat's hair relatively quickly and now the class was calm and quiet. She can finally spend her daily ten minutes speaking to the admittedly cute Izuku Midoriya! 'Wait! Nevermind—I didn't! Uwahh!' Aki mentally sighed and steeled herself for her conversation with the very plain Midoriya. 'Well... I wouldn't say he's plain... he's more of... I'm digging my own grave, aren't I?'

"Hi, Midoriya. How was your morn—" Aki's sentence was cut off by what sounded like the beginning of a scissor battle. Well, in actuality it was really just Gota giggling but after all the time she's spent with him, she could tell the degree of trouble he was about to cause and the topic. From what she could tell it was "potentially dangerous and a fight of some kind".

She quickly sped off to pull the children away from each other and then scold them on scissor safety. Aki made sure to raise her voice because now she was 100% sure Gota was doing this on purpose. Also, his parents were for sure getting a call about his behavior. Her boss too because why is she by herself!? At this rate, Midoriya was going to be late waiting for her.

Sadly she knew this was going to take some time and the last thing she wanted was to be the reason that Midoriya was late for his second day to school. "It's okay Midoriya, go on to school I don't want to make you late." She made sure to have an apologetic look so as to refrain from having him think that she just didn't want to talk to him.

'Wait. Why is it that I don't want him to think that?'

Not only did he not get his daily talk but the first day of school yesterday was so boring. He got that as a first-year in General Education that the first day would be just orientation and getting to know the syllabus and teachers for his classes but did it have to be so boring?

He was not conceited enough to deny that he was also somewhat jealous that the hero course students all got pro heroes for teachers or that one of the classes even fully skipped the orientation. He was also not naive enough to think that they just got a break, they were most definitely put into some disadvantageous situation but regardless it was most definitely not as boring as... as that stupid orientation.

His jealousy was somewhat satiated when he found out that three out of eight teachers were pro heroes. Snipe for Geometry, Ectoplasm for Chemistry, and Cementoss for English. The fact that Cementoss taught English still stunned him considering that Cementoss was a man (block?) of few words even in his native language.

'Urgh! Forget it I need to focus on school! Need to get good grades!' With that Izuku trudged down the halls towards his homeroom with seconds to spare. Sada was indeed correct when she mentioned his tardiness. If he had stayed behind even a minute more he would have been late but luckily she was a kind soul and reminded him. Now he wouldn't be late! However...

Sadly as he mentioned before today just was not his day.

"Izuku Midoriya please report to the Principal's office. Izuku Midoriya please report to the Principal's office." He hadn't even fully sat in his seat before the intercom called him out to the whole school. He managed to pull off the 'dead caught in headlights' look pretty well until a pair of disinterested and tired eyes floated into his view. Above those eyes was a head of purple hair that seemed to levitate.

"They called you," the purple-haired boy stated.

Izuku was still reeling that he barely managed to stutter out his response as he made his way to the door. "Oh, uh, yeah, thanks."

"Ah, yes, Midoriya please do come in."

Izuku wordlessly entered the room in apprehension. He had no idea what he had done wrong. It had only been one day into the school year and he only said two words in his entire high school career; "Izuku Midoriya" as a response to when he was questioned on what his name was. Somehow he had done something to get his... animal principal to call him in.

He had only seen Principal Nezu in person one other time, and that had been when he gave speech after speech during the orientation. Even though he was so short it was almost funny, the scar across his right eye and the fact he was a combination between a dog, mouse, and bear, and his overall demeanor made him rather intimidating.

The coloring in the room definitely made it cozy but it really wasn't working for him. Also, even though Principal Nezu probably put on the spectacle of climbing up onto his chair and standing on it to stay eye level with who he's talking to, just to appear friendly and less threatening it wasn't working for Izuku. He could tell it was intentional.

So needless to say the green-headed teen was anxious and nervous. Also, the way Principal Nezu steepled his fingers and leaned forward on his desk gave no relief to Izuku. 'What if they expel me for some reason?!'

Izuku somewhat reflected on the fact that in his past he wouldn't have been intimidated much by this... person in front of him but ever since Eri entered his life, his personality took a humongous jump from always on guard and wary to caring and calm. Unfortunately, that made him lax towards unknown threats and more susceptible to common emotions. Such as nervousness.

"It is nice to finally put an alias to an identity, Midoriya."

The fact that a couple of words could change Izuku's feelings so drastically is almost as funny as how Principal Nezu being short is almost funny. Izuku immediately went from nervous and even a little fearful to entirely confused. The tone in Nezu's voice wasn't even close to scolding or even disappointed, it was—dear he say it— friendly. As if Nezu was talking to an old friend?

"Excuse me, Sir?" Too bad Izuku didn't have many friends in the first place. He would have to say Aki Sada was his only friend. Bakugo was more of an acquaintance and Mitsuki was a nice person... usually. Even worse than really only having one friend, that only friend happened to be someone he's crushing on. Yeah, he realized recently that he, without a doubt, was crushing on his older friend. 'Wait. We are friends, right? I have to find a way to make sure. There are steps to these things, right? First, become friends... and then...'

To Izuku it seemed as if Principal Nezu blatantly ignored his question. But getting shocked out of his thoughts made him forget that fact. "You see Midoriya... I am in need of... an extra pair of hands, or an extra brain if you will."

Never mind, that bit of fear was back. 'Is he asking for my brain?!' Izuku screamed in his head as beads of sweat began to drip off of his brow.

"I want to try something new Midoriya. Something with potential. And personally, I don't know who else to contact when it comes to heroes and potential."

Izuku felt some sort of recognition filtering into his mind. 'Heroes and potential? Well yeah, all heroes have potential. You just have to know what to look for. Usually, there can always be a modification in a suit or some new way of making there quirk more effective. Heroes and potential are basically what all my Hero Notes are. No... There's no way! But... A lot of people do buy my notes. There is a possibility.'

Nezu patiently waited until Izuku reached his realization. Fortunately for Nezu, Izuku took so long he had the chance to grab another cup of tea before leaning back in his chair. Once realization donned on Izuku's face Nezu quickly spoke up with a smile on his face.

"That's right Midoriya. Now guess who I am." Unfortunately, Nezu's smile also had a mischievous tilt to it. His beady black eyes drilled into Izuku's emerald ones with well-hidden sadism.

"E-Eh? Um, goodness. Uh, give a second please."

Izuku's face warmed up with a tiny embarrassed blush. 'How am I supposed to know that?! I have many, many clients. It can be from a past memory he was fond of her just something random, usernames aren't an easy thing to guess they can literally be anything! Wait. Let's think. Principal Nezu is supposed to be super smart. He wouldn't ask a question that he knew would be a waste of his time. He asked the question because he knew I could answer it. Did he give any clues in the conversation? We talked about minds. Mind capability? None of my clients fit that. Hold on. Principal Nezu probably knew I would think super hard on it so maybe he would try and through me for a loop and make it something really obvious. Anything around the office...? Nope.'

'Maybe something on his person? Forget it, I still can't look at Principal Nezu without thinking about what he is. Despite being part bear, he doesn't look super intimidating, it's his aura and demeanor that commands respect not his looks. Heck, I bet Eri would go crazy trying to hug him or something. He does look fuzzy and fluff—y... No! Fluffy! Principal Nezu! F-FluffyN?'

"FluffyN?" Izuku was extremely cautious, considering he had stared at Principal Nezu for the good half of a minute and if this was wrong he was done for. Not only would he seem weird, but he would also seem incredibly incompetent, oh and Principal Nezu just might take offense to what he just said. Maybe he should start praying now?!

Nezu's face remained in a placid smile and unchanged for ten seconds straight before breaking out into a wide grin and his eyes shone a happy gleam. Izuku silently mused that those ten seconds were one of the most intense in his life. And he has had some intense second in his lifetime.

"Hahaha." Nezu's laugh was deceptively childish. "Yes, Midoriya that's me! I really love your work. Your analytical mind is one of the best out there and the information, not to mention the detail is just phenomenal. But I digress, I was talking about something with potential. A program of sorts. Why not take someone with potential who writes about the limitless potential on a subject and give them a project that has endless potential about the said subject? Are you following Midoriya?"

If Izuku wasn't so anxious about the consequences of saying no he would have asked Principal Nezu to repeat the entire thing. "Y-yep."

"Great! Let's call it the... Heroes-In-Training Information Program! You take the notes, but it's not your responsibility to present them to the individuals. We can't give them everything, can we? It's still their jobs to work, improve, perfect their abilities as Hero Course students."

"Hero Course students?"

"Yes! Yes! Class 1-A to be precise. You will be with them during their practical lessons— when they put their heroic minds and skills to the test— taking notes on each hero-in-training and jotting down potential improvements and other things that will overall make them the best hero they can be. But again, we can't give them everything so... make a student copy where it gives hints and points them in the right direction. This is their Hero Academia no?" Izuku was pretty sure only Principal Nezu could pull off being incredibly stern but at the same time beaming with mirth.

"Sounds like a plan." Not like the green-haired teen could say no. Not if he wanted to be on the Principal's good side. He's rather not even hear what happens to people on his bad side. Call it intuition.

"Lovely! Now go to Gym Gamma. They are participating in a Hero v.s. Villain simulation."

As Izuku left the office he noticed that the entire interior had changed to a pristine white office with a large window overlooking the courtyard of the school.

He decided to call it one of the many mysteries of Nezu and leave it at that.

Izuku trekked all around the school until he finally found class 1-A and the incredibly grumpy and sleepy homeroom teacher (that he quickly notified as the pro hero Eraserhead). The sleeping bag clad teacher told him to get the hell out so he can sip on juice pouches and sleep, also that the class was about to start.

By the time he got there, he was slightly panting (why was the U.A campus so huge? It was practically a mile run), everyone was staring at him, and he was actually seeing All Might in the flesh. Even if All Might dressed in his Golden Age costume and in the middle of shoving his gigantic hands in some boxes. Okay, and everyone was still staring. Slamming the door open was probably a bad idea.

'Okay Izuku, don't freak. Just quickly look around and try to figure out what is going on. If I recall correctly Principal Nezu said something about a Hero v.s. Villain simulation. There's the board! Shit, I can't see!' On the inside, Izuku was kind of panicking but on the outside, he looked like he was scowling (actually squinting because he can't see) at everyone like some delinquent. He fit the bill. Shutting the door loudly. Disheveled clothes. Late. Scowling. Shaggy and uncombed hair (not that he could really do anything about it).

"Oi, Nerd, stop squinting and pull out your fucking glasses." Leave it to Katsuki Bakugo to have a swear in his first sentence spoken.

Izuku's head snapped towards the blond's and they stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Everyone tensed, even All Might seemed to be tensing up behind his blinding, neverending smile. Izuku slowly nodded his head and pulled out his forgotten glasses.

"Right," Izuku responded.

Katsuki grunted out a response before turning back to All Might and impatiently waiting. Katsuki didn't even want to think of the reason why the Nerd was here because honestly, it was probably inevitable. 'Remember Katsuki, the Nerd is always involved somehow.'

Katsuki had experience in that. Whenever his old hag of a mother wasn't flipping out it was always because of Midoriya this, Izuku that or Eri this. 'Like we get it hag! Izuku is fucking obsessed with his daughter and they are attached to the goddamn hip, now shut it!'

All Might gave a boisterous chuckle with the barest hints of nervousness that most would miss, not Izuku though. It was clear that teaching was probably All Might's hardest villain to tackle, especially with those poorly hidden note cards. The only reason the teen could really think of the walking Symbol of Peace as another human being was probably due to being around an All Might obsessed boy for a bit of time in his younger days.

"Now! Just who might you be young one?"

"Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya."

"Ahhh. You're that Midoriya! Very well, let us commence with the simulation!" The way All Might scanned Izuku up and down made the teen extremely wary. But what do you expect from the hero who probably knows about all villains? Izuku almost shuddered at the thought.

Wait.

Almost? Not too long ago he would have shuddered, it seemed that he's been making progress.

Izuku pulled out his notebook from inside his book bag. He would be ready to take these notes. Just as he clicked his pen and situated himself so that note-taking would be most proficient, an exuberant female voice caught his attention and at the same time cut off All Might from announcing the teams.

Now Mina Ashido was already known for being lively and extremely energetic, so it came as no surprise to many that she would be the first to try and talk to the new, random classmate. The pink-skinned and pink-haired girl skipped through the crowd until she landed right in front of Izuku with a soft thud.

"Ne, what'cha doing here?! Who are you? How did'ja tame Mister Explody?"

If Izuku was being honest the pure amount of happiness radiating off of this female was slightly overwhelming him. He made sure that Eri was a happy child but this much was startling and even more impressive that it didn't seem forced.

"Mister Explody?" Izuku asked.

"Yeah! Bakugo is Mister Explody. From his quirk and his attitude."

Even though the title was slightly an insult, she seemed rather friendly. 'Wait. Who is she?'

"Hold on. Who are you?"

"Oh! Well, I'm Mina Ashido!" She gradually made her way of introducing everyone in Class 1-A. "That's Ochako. The one that's always calm is Tsu. Momo is honestly just perfect. That's Toru, even if you can't really see her shes amazing to get to know and the rocker is Kyoka," she quickly moved onto the boy's side of the class. "That's Kirishima. The electric boy is Kaminari. Iida is really nice but can't help but be a stick in the mud. Ojiro is Ojiro. Todoroki's all cool and calm. I also heard his dad is like Endeavor or something. I guess you already know Bakugo. That's Tokoyami. Aoyama is pretty shiny. Sero's cool. I heard through the grapevine that Sato is a very good baker. Koda doesn't talk much but he's still awesome! Shoji has six arms and... there is Mineta. Phewww! that's everyone."

She spoke so fast that all Izuku could do was nod his head along with her words and swivel his pen across different pages in his notebook. A page for each student. Unfortunately, she didn't give out full names so he would have figure that out. But he had already thought that maybe he would get a mini-interview with each student to get the basics and fundamentals of their abilities and quirks.

"How come you called me last?!" The really short boy with what seemed to be grapes on his head called out, to which everyone ignored.

"Uh, thanks for that, A-Ashido... right?" All of these different names and tidbits of information were bound to slightly overload him but good thing he successfully wrote down all the names.

"Mhm!" It was ironic how Mina gave the signature All Might pose—hands on her hips and a bright smile— with All Might standing behind her looking slightly bewildered.

"Ahem! G-Good going Young Ashido! It was gracious of you to get your peer comfortable and acquainted with each of your classmates. Now let us make the teams!" All Might had to have an even bigger smile, plus a thumbs up as to not be outdone.

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Also, I try not to add in irrelevant things. Sometimes I might add in dialogue that really doesn't have any significance to the plot but other than that most things I write, are written for a reason. I think.

I know that the hero course classes are supposed to have 20 students each but I'm too lazy to make an OC that won't even be used besides the name so class 1-A has 19 students and everything is fine and dandy because nothing is wrong with that! Let's say that extra student had no potential and therefore Aizawa expelled them.

I'm still working on my writing so if the style changes a bit then that's the reason.