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The Next Day
Mei Hatsume was not someone who most would call normal. In fact, she was just about the polar opposite of normal. For the past fourteen years of her life, she was what some would call a mad scientist.
At the age of six, she had made a functional rocket launcher out of glue, pasta, paper and glitter, covering her entire schoolroom in glitter and discount pasta.
At nine, she cobbled together a homemade drone out of parts from her family’s car and a spare computer, and nearly burnt down her neighbor’s house.
At sixteen, she converted her family car’s engine into a Formula 1 engine and outran the Musatafu Police Department for nearly two hours before it ran out of gas. Her parents were not amused, but there was no time for that.
Several weeks ago, after seeing the streak of a rocket from her house, she built a pair of prototype rocket boots within several hours running on protein bars and coffee before she passed out.
Suffice to say, she was, again, the opposite of normal.
Even though the day before was just the Introductory Ceremony for everyone, she had managed to sketch out several designs for new inventions and had caused no less than five explosions in the Support Department Studio.
Power Loader was not pleased at all.
This day, however, would mark the start of a new era in the relationship between the Hero and Support courses, in fact, a new era entirely in U.A.’s history.
For today was the day that Mei Hatsume and Izuku Midoriya met for the first time.
Walking around for the Support Studio, Izuku looked over the notes he had filled the previous night. Now, he had spent about four hours last night on writing down suggestions for how his class’s quirks could be used to further his (or rather, the trio’s) goals, so he was feeling more tired than usual from brainstorming. Walking up to the doors to the studio, he assumed that this morning wouldn’t be too eventful besides the building of new inventions.
Just one more addition of glue here and…
“ Get out of the w- ” Hikage piped up, before the doors in front of him exploded and he was thrown across the hall and onto his back. When his vision cleared from the smoke aro, he was met with the sight of a pink-haired girl with steampunk-like goggles laying on top of him.
“Ah! Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Pheh, that could’ve gone better! Whatever, failure just means another step to success!” the girl shouted out, unaware of the position she was in at the moment.
“Um, excuse me? Did you hear me?” the viridian asked, a bit perplexed.
“Mm? Oh! Sorry ‘bout that, muscles!” she said, feeling up his muscles unconsciously.
Izuku, meanwhile, tensed up at the feeling of her hands rubbing across his chest and a blush swelled up across his face.
“ Congratulations, Midoriya, looks like you’re starting to become a ladies’ man, ” James quipped, making the blush on his face go into meltdown mode.
‘ I-I’m n-not a-a l-l-ladies m-man, M-May-s-san! ’ the greenette thought back, stuttering even in his mind.
“You fine there, muscles?” the girl asked.
“Ah! J-just fine!” he squeaked-stuttered, trying his best not to reboot his brain as if it was an early 90s Macintosh computer.
“ Oh god, he’s burning up faster than the Hindenburg… ” Jeremy said, in an exacerbated tone.
Just then, the pair were interrupted by a man wearing what looked to be a yellow excavator claw as a helmet along with a set of orangish finger pieces and fingerless grey gloves. The man was clearly agitated, since he was frowning at them and holding the broken remains of a coffee mug.
“Dammit, Hatsume! I spilled my morning coffee!” he scolded the girl.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Claw-man-sensei!” she, presumably Hatsume, said cheerily as if she was completely unaware of the damage she had caused. She then got up and hurriedly rushed back into the studio with vigorous haste.
“Ugh, I swear that girl will be the death of me…” the man muttered, shaking his head.
Izuku, on the other hand, had eyes like that of a cheese addict when they come across a dozen cheese boards complemented with fine French Wine and other assorted foods. I don’t know, I’m American, I don’t know too well what goes with wine and cheese at the moment, despite my username.
“Power Loader!” the verdette shouted, snapping upward in a heartbeat and completely washing away his blush, “Oh my gosh, you’re the Power Loader! One of only a few heroes who has both a hero and support license! Though I haven’t found enough informationonyouImumblemumblemumble–”
“Woah there, kid! Ease up on that motormouth!” Power Loader put up his arms, snapping him out of his mutter storm.
“Ah! Sorry ‘bout that, got a bit excited!”
“Mm. You Izuku Midoriya, by any chance?”
“Aye, that be me.”
“Good. Your station is next to Hatsume’s over there,” the digging hero pointed to an unoccupied table over in the corner of the room, and right next to it, the pink-haired inventor was working away at whatever invention she was coming up with.
It was almost endearing to Izuku, and the vestiges weren’t exactly being on the down-low about it.
“ Midoriya, if you do not befriend this girl as soon as possible, I will crawl out of here and take her away to be my new protege, ” Jeremy spoke up.
‘ Clarkson, while I agree with your sentiment, I can’t just expect her to be my friend just like that. ’
“ I think we should just focus on working on the support gear today. Your mother may be just about the best one to have ever walked across the earth, but I will say that her wonderful stitching won’t be enough for explosions, ice, fire, or whatever else happens when you’re a hero, ” James butted in.
While Izuku was conflicted about that, he couldn’t help but agree with him since he had to admit that while mom was an excellent sewer, fabric wouldn’t help him, but he wanted to keep the base design.
Walking over to his workstation beside the pinkette, he drew out his notebook from his backpack and went over his notes.
‘ Hmm, where should we start with the modifications? ’
“ I would suggest looking to Kevlar. It can help with heat and projectile resistance and doesn’t even let up in subzero temperatures. Carbotanium fiber is also an excellent material to work with, since you won’t have to sacrifice mobility for power, ” Jezza suggested as Izuku took notes.
‘E xcellent. We’ll be keeping the base patterns since I want to keep them as a memento for mom, and no complaints. ’
"Plus, we should also include a tracker into it for either mister digger or hobo-man."
“Need help with that muscles?!” Mei suddenly appeared by his side, and at once, the two set off to work.
For the next four hours, the duo worked away at the suit, and Mei caused no less than six explosions with plastic and kevlar. While this was indeed a nuisance, Izuku helped out with mitigating them. How this was done, I cannot say, but by the decree of crãck, it happens.
Power Loader, meanwhile, had felt as if a migraine was taking over his entire head and quickly dialed up his favorite liquor store to place an order for a few cases of whiskey.
‘ Ugh, why couldn’t I have just been a simple digger. Ma and Pa’s business really could’ve used me… ’
Sometime later that day, in the Principal’s Office
“You do realize that rigging those results seriously diminished your respect from your students, correct, Aizawa-san?” Principal Nedzu queried Aizawa, pursing his lips.
“Hmph. That kid may have potential, but he’s incredibly reckless and he didn’t take anything seriously. He’s too immature to get the satisfaction of victory.”
“Well, be that as it may, you acted on your bias towards Midoriya-san simply because he was, as some would put it, being cocky.”
“I do not have the time to teach that brat since he’s so insistent on just being a troublemaker.”
“Oh? But didn’t he put together that potato launcher and V8 engine in under a minute? And was it not the highest throw next to miss Uraraka’s? If you ask me, those are very blatant points towards him.”
“Hmph. I still won’t spend time with that kid.”
“Well then, I guess you leave me with no choice…”
And it was at that moment that Aizawa knew that for all the times he had been logical around Nedzu… He fucked up.
“I’ve decided that Midoriya-san will be taking both the Hero and Support Courses for the continuing future!”
Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief, not realizing he was walking into a trap.
“But! That also comes with extra paperwork! Now, while Suzuki-san is a wonderful secretary, you , Aizawa, will be handling all of Midoriya-san’s paperwork, including Maijima-san’s.”
‘ Aw fuck, I messed up. Why couldn’t I have been just a pro? ’ Aizawa thought.
“Oh, well that’s simply because Kayama-san holds all rights over your contract, and as such, only a decision from me and her could determine which decisions you could make as my employee!” the furry chimera chirped, further instilling as to why he was so terrifying.
“I quit,” the hobo cosplayer stated, pulling out his resignation letter and putting it on the desk.
“Oh, how unfortunate,” Nedzu mused, before pressing a button and making the paper be consumed by the desk itself. “Denied.”
The pro huffed at his attempted resignation, and just dismissed himself from the office.
That piece of paper would later go on to be framed by Nedzu himself as a reminder of how he took the first step to reforming the whole of hero society not just in Japan, but throughout the whole world itself.
That or it’s how he made the first step into making the devil sell his soul to him, I don’t know, he’s a big-brain sadist who laughs at us in our deepest nightmares.