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Shinso stared at the small, now inactive hologram projector disk lying innocently on the table, as if it hadn't just completely dictated a major point in Hitoshi's life.

'Just one point...' he thought to himself. 'Just one point less and I...'

"I-"

"YOU FUCKING DID IT!"

Her mom screaming next to him, arms raised in excitement, brought him out of his stupor.

"I did it. I did it! Holy shit I barely did it. If I had one less point, I would have failed."

"Who cares?!" Her mom said while shaking his shoulders. "Barely getting into UA is like being an honor student in almost all other hero schools, Hitoshi! Ha! My kid's gonna be a fucking hero! Wait, there's an actual letter inside the envelope too, right? Is the library open? I need to make like, a hundred copies of that thing."

Hitoshi shaked his head, still feeling a bit dizzy after hearing Allmight (THE Allmight! The fucking embodiment of being born with a perfect, heroic quirk!) welcoming him into UA. Telling him this was his hero academia. 

"Wait, what? Why do you need so many copies of my acceptance letter?"

"I'm gonna tape one on the door of every asshole that doubted you because of your quirk."

That startled a laugh out of him.

"Mom! No!"

"Mom, yes! I have so many on mind already. Like that bastard of a principal from your first school. Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Shinso. But the other children wouldn't feel safe with someone like Hitoshi around. I'm sure you understand." 

And even though it was still her speaking, the voice coming out of her mouth sounded exactly like a middle-aged man. Hitoshi grinned. His mom's quirk was so cool. It was called mimicry, as long as someone had a conversation with her face to face, she could perfectly remember and replicate their voices.

"Or that bag of bones from our last apartment building. Oh, you poor thing. You are so strong for caring for such a villainous child." Now it was a wheezing voice of an old woman. "I'm still mad you stopped me from punching her."

Hitoshi laughed harder. "Mom! She was like, ninety!" He said with a snort.

"Exactly! I could have taken her, no problem." She ruffled his hair. Not that it made much of a difference with his already wild locks, mind you.

"For real, though. I'm proud of you, kiddo."

Hitoshi's cheeks hurt from smiling. His eyes were even tearing up just a bit.

"Thanks, mom."

"You know what? This calls for a treat. Screw it, cake for dinner. Imma go buy some."

He shakes his head fondly. 

"I'm going to read over my exam results a bit more. Bring me a coffee can?"

"Sure thing. Be right back." With a final hair ruffle, she took her keys and went out the door.

Hitoshi went back to the envelope, searching inside for the exam analysis that Allmight mentioned in the video.

He wanted to see just exactly what these so called rescue points were about.

This past week, Hitoshi had been in a terrible mood because he was absolutely convinced that he had flunked the hero exam. How could he not, when he only managed to get a gran total of eight villain points?

He was so sure he had failed that he even asked his mom to register him for the general studies course as well, just in case.

But apparently, eight villain points were enough for a passing grade. Because he also happened to score fifty-two rescue points.

"Here we go."

The exam points breakdown was just a couple of pages long.

The first one was a simple list of the fake robots he managed to take down. 

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• one (1) point faux villain. Tackled. Unit sufficiently damaged for power down on impact with the ground.

• one (1) point faux villain. Tackled. Was later kicked numerous times until power down was achieved.

• two (2) points faux villain. Baited into charging at a one (1) point villain. Both units destroyed on impact.

• one (1) point faux villain. See above. 

• three (3) points faux villain. Destroyed using salvaged weapons system from a downed three (3) points villain defeated by another examee.

Total villain points: eight (8)

-

Hitoshi let out a massive sigh of relief. Thank FUCK. He was so worried that baiting those robots to hit each other wouldn't count for his score. Since technically speaking, they took each other down.

He was also pretty glad he saw another kid judo flipping one of the robots into the ground. Without witnessing that that amount of damage was enough to power the things down, he most likely would have ended up running away from them.

Now, to check the only reason he made it into the hero course. He turned the page.

• ten (10) rescue points. Pushing another examee out of harms way.

• ten (10) rescue points. Using himself as bait to redirect the path of a two points faux villain who was about to charge a downed examee.

• fifteen (15) rescue points. Escorting an injured examee (see above) back towards the start zone.

• five (5) rescue points. Giving directions for the start zone to a lost examee who wanted to forfeit the exam.

• five (5) rescue points. Peacefully de-escalating a conflict between two fighting examees.

• five (5) rescue points. Assisting another examee in carrying a third injured examee away from the zero (0) point villain.

Total rescue points: fifty (50)

Uh. All of these make Hitoshi sound way nicer than he actually is. Half of those situations involved him calling the other kids stupid and grumbling under his breath. Not to mention that "peacefully de-escalating a fight" was him staring dumbfounded at two idiots who were wasting time butting heads about a stolen kill and saying, "The-two-idiots-fighting-say-what?" Real fast. Getting both of them to fall for that was honestly pretty great. He just made them walk in opposite directions before releasing his quirk. It freaked them out enough that they just ran away from him.

Wait. Wait a second.

"That can't be - Ten, twenty, thirty-five... fifty. That's fifty rescue points."

Shit. Shit shit shit!

That's a total of fifty-eight points. He needed a minimum of sixty for a passing grade. Did UA made a mistake? Did he not make it?! But Allmight called him by name! So his acceptance couldn't be an error.

Could it?

Starting to panic, Hitoshi flipped the page to check the back. There was a single sentence on it. Instead of being a print like the rest of the letter, this was clearly handwritten. 

* two common sense points for anticipating the exam vias for combat quirks and making the backup plan of signing up for the general course. We need more heroes, and I need more students with hindsight like that.

Oh. 

Holy shit. A UA teacher gave him two extra points. 

A teacher just vouched for him.

Uh.

Maybe UA really was going to be better than his first couple of schools.

Hitoshi emptied all the remaining contents of the envelope and started sorting through them. Maybe he'll find the name of the teacher who helped him? Would be nice to know who he owned his (hopefully) future career to.

No such luck. The rest of the content was your typical school start paperwork. How and where to order his uniforms, classes curriculum, cafeteria menus, hero costume form to fill, permission slips for future trips, -

Wait.

"Wait."

Hero costume form to fill.

"Oh fuck!"

He never once thought about his hero costume.

Chapter Text

Izuku stared at the huge door marked 1A, doing a great work of not throwing out from nerves alone. It's a close thing, though. 
Taking a deep breath, he finally opens it and takes a step inside.

Immediately, he spots Kacchan arguing with that one blue haired teen from the entrance exam, and it takes all his willpower to not turn around and flee the room.

Then the blue haired boy spots Izuku and starts power walking towards him.

Before Midoriya can abscond with a youthful roll right out the nearest window, the taller teen, now properly introduced as Iida Tenya, gets pushed to the side by no other than the nice girl that stopped his fall in the entrance exam.

"It's you! The plain, crazy kid! You got in, just like Present Mic said!" 

The girl, who just introduced herself as Uraraka Ochako, started to rapid-fire talk to Izuku about how glad she was that he made it despite hearing that he was low on points. 

"I wanted to thank you for saving me from that giant robot -"

Oh, the zero pointer, right. The zero pointer that Izuku destroyed. The zero pointer that izuku destroyed alongside his own legs and arm.
Suddenly, he remembers Ichigo's entire explanation (read, scolding) on why exactly that had been an incredibly stupid thing to do.

Interrupting Uraraka, Izuku straightens his back, holds his arms to his sides, and bows deep at the waist.

"I'M SORRY!"

Ah. He might have accidentally blurted that out louder than intended. 
Uraraka blinked, confused. 

"Uh?"

"Um, I'm sorry. For putting you in danger. With the zero pointer?"

"What? No, you didn't! You literally saved me!"

"I- I mean, yes, technically I did, but. Um. A, uh, friend? Explained to me that, um. I used all my strength to hit the robot, so I got injured and could barely move afterward. But I could have just, use a bit of strength to reach you and pull you away from the villain, intead? Um. He explained it better, sorry. But basically, I kinda put both of us in danger for no real good reason?"

Uraraka blinked at him, taking an extra second to decipher the mumbled apology.

"Oh. Still, I -!"

"Are you two done clogging the door."

Startled, both students turned towards the voice to find... a giant yellow caterpillar?!

-----wTw-----

Ichigo stared at the little plastic rectangle in his hand, baffled.

"There's no way this is legal."

"It's legal enough!" Said  principal Nezu while Ichigo examined his brand new (in training) UA teacher license.

"Really? No tests of any kind? No formal training? Credentials? What, you really let any inexperienced idiot just teach a class full of children?"

Ichigo very politely decided not to comment on how Yagi looked particularly sheepish all off a sudden. 

Nezu just cackled. 

"Oh, don't worry, Kurosaki-kun! UA works slightly differently from most schools. Every single member of staff must be approved by myself, regardless of prestige or recommendations from third parties. This assures that every person that I allow to work inside these halls must have the students' best interests at heart. Of course, parents and students are free to criticize any of my teachers. If any do, I make sure to investigate them throughly and, if necessary, deal with them. But I'm proud to say that has never happened so far!"

"Uh. All'right then, I guess. Where did you even get my picture for this license? I never posed for it!"

Nezu just cackled some more.

-----wTw-----

She would usually laugh before getting the drop on a human, but she didn't feel like laughing for some time now.

As she chomps down on the bull headed human farmer, her eyes drift towards her last remaining companion, eating his own human prey.

"Who would've guessed humans being able to see us would be so inconvenient, right?"

He shrugged, his face turned away from her.

"Having to sneak by in nighttime sucks, but we'll get back to the human city soon enough."

She waited for a few seconds but went back to her meal once it became apparent she was not going to get more out of the big guy tonight.

True, he always has been the quiet kind of guy. But he has been so subdued since they... since the others were killed. 

Stupid idiots, dying just to keep them safe.

She rubbed her eyes while she ate.

Gods, she missed them so much.

-----wTw-----

Izuku gulped, nervous.
A quirk assessment test. 
It's cool, it's cool. It's not like he's only been able to successfully use One For All a handful of times.
Oh, wait. That's exactly what it's like.

But at least it's not like his very spot on the hero course was in jeopardy. Oh, wait. That's exactly what it's like! Apparently, Aizawa Sensei can just do that.

Speaking of, he was pulling Izuku away from the others as they got ready for the first exercise. 

"Midoriya. Did you get your limiter reapplied?"

"Uh? Oh! Yes, Aizawa Sensei! Hitsugaya-san saw to it."

"Good. If you even think about deactivating it, putting yourself and your classmates at risk over a test, I will expel you on the spot. Got it?"

Izuku had been practically face to face with literally soul eating monsters. They got nothing on Aizawa Sensei's level of intimidation. A small part of him wonders if that's somehow a sort of side effect of his quirk. The bigger part of him was absolutely terrified.

"Yes, Sensei!"

The first few tests, like the hundred meters dash and the sit-ups, weren't ones where One For All would be much help at, so he refrains from using it just yet.

He does use it on the standing long jump, securing second place, after the girl with the frog quirk. (so cool! Did her quirk give her characteristics of a particular species of frogs? Or a general mix of many?)

Unfortunately, the very next test is the quick side steps one. With his legs sore from the previous boost, he performs quite poorly.

He uses One for all again on the grip test, once again securing second place. First place goes to the tall masked teen with six arms. (So cool! His quirk isn't just extra arms. He seems to be able to shift them into other apendages to some extent!)

All in all, his overall performance was pretty lackluster. Sure, he did way better than the last time he took this kind of standardized test. By a mile, even! But compared to all the others with their amazing quirks? He was really starting to worry about that expulsion threat.

Now, it was time for the final test. The long-distance ball throwing.

He nervously waited for his turn, amazed at his classmates' quirks. Specially Uraraka's! A literal infinite score?! Zero gravity was so cool!

Izuku was glad he wasn't the one trying right after Uraraka. How do you even compete with that?

The kid now standing in the circle holding the ball seems to think something along the same lines, judging by his grimace. 

Wait. The wild mop of purple hair looks familiar to Izuku. Of course! That's the second nice person! The one who pulled him away from danger during the entrance exam.

The kid was definitely worried. Eyes going from the ball in his hands to his classmates and back again.

"Aizawa Sensei. You said we can freely use our quirks for these tests."

Aizawa hums. "As long as you stay in the circle, Shinso, anything goes."

The purple kid (who Izuku now knew was called Shinso, thank you, Aizawa Sensei) seemed to find his resolve. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and turned his head towards Uraraka. 

"Oy, infinity girl. Wanna give me a hand?"

Uraraka blinked, baffled, before laughing nervously. "I don't think Aizawa Sensei would -" Suddenly, she stopped. Eyes becoming glassy and empty.

Shinso held the ball towards her, making sure never to go beyond the circle.

"Use your quirk on this."

And to the alarmed surprise of his classmates, Uraraka does exactly that.

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As soon as Hitoshi grabs hold of the weightless ball, he turns, gets into position, and chucks it at a slightly upward angle as hard as he can.

He makes sure to avoid the no doubt judgemental glares of his classmates.

Whatever. He's not at UA to make friends.

"Release your quirk in about two minutes." That should be plenty for a good score. Wait. Haven't she complained about nausea at some point or something like that? Shit, he should've paid more attention.

"Um. Or before, if it gives you any, uh, backlash or whatever."

Hitoshi kept his eyes on the ball, so he's not sure who's the first to complain to Aizawa. 

"Sensei! Is it really okay for him to do that? Using Urahara's quirk for his own score seems unfair!"

And there it was, right on time. Hitoshi wonders how long it'll take for one of these hero kids to call him a villain in the making.
His money is in two minutes or less.

"Was it unfair to use your engines on the twenty meter dash, Iida?"

"Wha- I mean, no, Sensei. But -"

"Then it's not unfair for   Shinso to use his quirk on this or any of the tests. I won't hear anything against it. From anyone. Understood?"

The ball was nothing but a distant speck by now. Hitoshi kept looking at it despite really, really wanting to turn around to look at his teacher. UA really was something else, wasn't it?

All'right, that should be plenty enough to secure second place. He releases his hold on his quirk. The girl, Uraraka, was it? Snaps out of his control.

The girl blinks, confused. 

"Uh, what just happened?"

Hitoshi adverts her confused gaze. He puts his hands in his pockets, trying to look more laidback than he actually felt. 

"You should release your quirk now, by the way."

"Wait, my quirk? When did I... um. Release?"

She touches her finger pads together, perking up right afterward. 

"Oh! I guess I really was using my quirk. Wait, did I use my quirk for your ball throw? How -"

"Uraraka, Shinso. You can talk later. Midoriya, you're next. Get on the circle."

Hitoshi walks past Uraraka. He risks taking a look at his classmates.
And yup, there it was. Quite a few disapproving looks. A few glares, even.
And one gigantic smile.

Wait. What?

The vaguely familiar (was he in the exam?), green haired kid was staring at him with a big, excited smile on his face.

"That was so cool! Is it a hypnosis type quirk? That would be amazing for taking down villains with minimal collateral damage! Not to mention hostage situations! Can you interrogate people? Do you -"

"Midoriya. Circle. Now."

The green kid gives Sensei a startled and embarrassed apology, hurrying to the test area. A baffled Hitoshi stares after him, mouth agape.

Izuku gets into the circle, fumbles a bit with the ball that Aizawa Sensei throws at him, and gets ready.

And pauses.

His performance had been... okay, so far. If a bit lackluster. 
And this was the last test. Can he really risk not giving his all?

Can he really risk his place in the hero course? After everything that Allmight did for him?

Maybe a broken arm would be worth -

"Midoriya."

Startled, Izuku turns towards Aizawa Sensei. His red eyes seemed to pierce right through him.

Izuku gulps. Right. No taking off his limiter for a test.

He bites his lips, mind going a mile a minute. Maybe he could try spreading one for all through his entire body, like he did when those hollows attacked Ichigo? 

But, no, that wouldn't work. He needs the opposite. To find a way concentrate as much of one for all in a single point of contact.

Besides, that... technique? (He should try and think a name for it, later) seemed to not affect him in the moment, but next morning his body was so sore and exhausted that he couldn't even get up from bed. 

He needs to throw the ball as far as possible. How can he achieve that? 

Actually... there's no reason why ne needs to do a traditional, baseball style hand toss, right? This test was about using their quirks to accomplish the goal.

And there was one thing that one for all was great for.

Plan formed, Izuku grabs the ball with his left hand, gets into position, takes a deep breath...

And proceeds to lose his equilibrium and fall flat on his face due to a sudden tremor shaking the school grounds.
A distant, strangely echoing roar is heard from deeper into UA's property, followed by a beam of bluish white light piercing the sky, emanating from somewhere inside the grounds.

Everyone freezes.

Well, everyone but Aizawa. 

"Get back to the classroom! Stay together while -"

He is interrupted by the cheerful musical chime of the school PA speakers coming to life, followed by the equally cheerful voice of the principal.

"Whoopsy daisy! Everyone, please ignore the commotion and go back to classes. 
Cementoss, please report to training site gamma. Bring a jacket."

Everyone blinks. Tension slowly leaves the class. Aizawa rubs his eyes, annoyed.
A small beep comes from the device on his hand.

He looks down at the screen and sees... zero point four meters?

He looks to the circle to see Midoriya still on the ground, ball barely outside the test circle boundary. The kid probably accidentally dropped it when he fell.

"Aizawa Sensei..."

Oh, gods. The kid was tearing up. Aizawa rolls his eyes.

"Kid, I'm obviously not going to count that toss. Try again, but hurry. You are the last one."

The kid hurries to his feet, scrambling for the ball, looking equally relieved and embarrassed. 

"Right! Right. Um. Here I go."

Aizawa eyes narrow as the kid tosses the ball straight up with his left hand, the same kind of toss a tennis player would make to serve.

Midoriya then pulls back his right arm and adjusts his stance, left foot front, right foot back. 

He looks like he's about to throw a punch.

As the ball reaches its peak and starts to fall, the telltale red energy veins spread through Midoriya's arm.

"Ten percent..." the kid mutters to himself. 

The ball reaches the perfect height, and Midoriya strikes. 

"Detroit smash!"

He punches the ball, and it gets blasted into the sky. The other students hastly cover their faces from the strong gust of wind that was created on impact.

A beep.

Aizawa raises the device, showing Midoriya the screen.

The kid looks pretty happy with his four hundred thirteen meters result.

"Your arm?"

The kid blinks, confused.

"Oh! Oh yes, it's okay! See?"

Midoriya's arm is mostly unharmed, some small bruising and red knuckles, but that's it.

"Good. Now -"

"DEKU, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

-----wTw-----

"Thank you both for indulging me!" Boomed yagi's voice.

Hitsugaya and Chad hummed. 
All three of them were standing in the middle of one of UA's many fake streets.

Hitsugaya rolls his shoulders, reaches behind him, and summons his zanpakuto. 

"I could use the exercise. Haven't seen much battle since we arrived. Are you certain you want to spar against both of us at the same time?"

The hero nodded, doing some basic stretches. 

"I'm fairly curious how this old man would fare against you two youngsters! Ha!"

Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow. He wonders if he should mention that he's a few centuries his senior.

"And to tell you the truth, Hitsugaya-kun,  I could use the distraction. Young Midoriya is having his first lesson with Aizawa as we speak, and he can be... a strick teacher. So to speak."

"Are you worried he'll do poorly in class?" Asked Chad.

"Oh, no, no. I'm fully confident in young Midoriya. But I still wished to show him my support. Kurosaki-kun convinced me that my presence would do nothing but put extra pressure on the kid, though. He told me he'll check on Midoriya himself, make sure class goes smoothly. Now, enough chit-chat!"

With a poof of steam and a surge of reiatsu, a grinning Allmight now stood in front of them in his full glory.

"Show me what you got, zygotes!"

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"Show me what you got, zygotes!"

Hitsugaya hummed to himself and, curious about the human's skills, decided to make the first move.
He'd seen him keep pace with an adjuchas, after all.

With a burst of shunpo, Hitsugaya appears behind Allmight, Hyorinmaru raised and ready to cut his back.

He wasn't planning on seriously injuring the hero, mind you. Just a shallow cut at most.

The hit never connects.

Allmight sidesteps, dodging the blade and at the same time burying his fist on Hitsugaya's hastily raised guard.
The hit is strong enough to send him flying towards one of the decoy buildings.

The shinigami spins in the air adjusting himself to hit the building feet first, looking like he's just crouching on the wall.

He raises an eyebrow at the hero, impressed despite himself.
Allmight laughs, boisterous as usual.

"Haha! Good try, young Hitsugaya!  But one doesn't stay the number one hero for as long as I have without learning to deal with constant surprise backstabbing!"

With barely a twitch of his legs, the hero jumps a few stories high in the air, right in time to avoid Chad's armored fist.

Hitsugaya, feet now back on the ground, watched as he seemed to punch the air behind him, giving himself a burst of speed downwards, launching himself towards Chad with his fist raised.

The teen jumped backward to avoid the hero's counterattack.
Hitsugaya's eyes narrow as he sees the pavement barely crack under Allmight's fist. The hero truly had excellent control over his strength.

The shinigami once more uses shunpo to approach, this time in front of Allmight.

He swings Hyorinmaru in a horizontal slash. This time the hero used a burst of speed to step backwards just far enough that the blade missed his chest by inches.

Before he can counterattack, Chad jumps over Hitsugaya and delivers a strong punch to Allmight's raised guard.
The hit sends the hero flying. He crashes into and through an empty fake corner store.

"Mhm. I hope that wasn't too hard a hit."

Hitsugaya hummed back, holding Hyorinmaru at the ready.

"I doubt that would injure him."

Chad and Hitsugaya stare as the small store collapses into itself.

"Much."
"Agreed. But it certainly was a good hit, young Chad!"

Hitsugaya and Chad both turned their heads to find Allmight standing next to them, hand shielding his eyes from the sun as he stared at the collapsed shop.

"..."

The battle resumes.

-----wTw-----

Izuku was doing his very best to try and disappear on the spot.
He hasn't seen Kacchan so angry at him since... uh.
Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't seen much of Kacchan at all, lately. With how busy he's been with training.

But yes, the point was that Kacchan looked absolutely fuming.
Especially restrained (and gagged) by Aizawa Sensei's support item.

"Bakugo. If you don't control yourself I will be more than happy to spare the actual last place student and just kick you out of the hero course."

That gets Bakugo to stop struggling. Well, to stop struggling towards Izuku, at least. He turns around to glare at his teacher, palms flexed. Then his rage gets replaced by confusion, as he stares at his very much not exploding hands.

"Don't bother. I erased your quirk."

Bakugo's eyes widen, recognition shining in them as he sees the red glow emanating from his teacher's.

The class starts to murmur.

"Holy shit he's Erserhead."
"Language, Shinso."
"Holy shit my sensei is The Eraserhead!"

Aizawa takes his eyes off Bakugo to give Shinso a deadpan stare, raising a single eyebrow.

The teen blushes embarrassed and murmurs an apology.

"Pstt, hey, Shinso-kun."

Startled, Shinso turns to the side to see gravity girl leaning towards him, hand raised to her mouth to whisper conspicuously at him.

"Is Eraserhead like, a big deal? Never heard of him."

He blinks at her, baffled. She's talking to him.

"You're talking to me."

Now is her time to look confused.

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

There's not an ounce of resentment in her eyes. She's not looking at him like a cheater who just basically stole her quirk to pass his test.

"Um. He's an underground hero. The best one."

She smiles wide, eyes sparkling.

"Oh my god you are a total fanboy, aren't you! You should totally get Sensei's autograph!"

Shinso, much to his mortification, can feel himself blushing.

"Wha- I'm not asking our Sensei for his autograph!"
"Why not? The SECOND I see Thirteen I'm getting theirs!"
"All right class, enough."

Aizawa releases Bakugo from his capture weapon, leaving the teen fuming.

"That was the last test, so, about the worst overall score..."

The class as a whole seems to hold their breath. A few of the students are even holding up their hands in prayer.

"Let me guess."

Almost every student screams and jumps away from the older teenager who is suddenly right in the middle of the group.
No one had heard or seen him approach.

The girl with headphone jacks hanging from her ears seemed particularly offended about that.

The only one who didn't seem startled was Aizawa.

"You're not expelling anyone, aren't you?"
"Mhm. Not today."

As the class rages (read, whine) towards Aizawa and his logical ruse, Izuku smiles and approaches the older teen.

"Kurosaki-san!"

Ichigo gives a lazy smile, jokingly karate chopping Izuku's head.

"Jeez kid, I told you to drop the honorific already. Good job out there, that was a clever way to use your powers."

Izuku seems to glow at the praise, a huge smile never leaving his face.

He doesn't even notice Bakugo glaring at him, eyes going from him to Ichigo and back again as he grits his teeth in rage and confusion.

Just who the FUCK was that carrot head talking with Izuku as if they were friends?!

Izuku didn't have any friends.
And if he did, he would know about it.

Right?

-----wTw-----

All For One leans back on his chair, getting as comfortable as his medical aids allow, he waits patiently for Kurogiri to finish serving his drink.

He takes hold of the glass, swirling the very expensive liquor inside.

"So, Kurogiri. Has young Tomura devised any plans to strike UA yet?"
"He has, Master. Shigaraki Tomura is planning to use the press presence that gathers on UA's gates every morning to cause a distraction so that our spy can get the hero classes, and hence Allmight's, itineraries."

All For One hums in approval, both for his protégé plans and the fine taste of his drink.

"And then?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Shigaraki Tomura-"

All For One could feel his nonexistent eyelids twitching. He was starting to regret programming Kurogiri to only refer to Tomura as such. Granted, it was necessary when he was a small child. Being referred to by his new name over and over throughout his childhood to ensure he'd forget the name Shimura Tenko.

But All For One would be lying if he said it wasn't starting to get on his nerves.

"- plans to recruit a high number of lowlifes and small-time criminals to act as cannon fodder, keeping the teachers busy protecting the students so that the Nomu can fight Allmight unperturbed."

All For One smiles.

"Ah, nice, nice. A few glaring issues, but all in all pretty good for his first real scheme. Do let me know if he needs my assistance. I'm sure many of my contacts will be able to help Tomura spread the word around of his recruiting once the time comes."
"As you wish. Speaking of your contacts, Master, Giran has approached the bar with some... disturbing rumors."

Now, this was interesting news.

"Oh? And what are these rumors about?"

-----wTw-----

"Monsters!"

Death Arms grumbles to himself as he restrains the frantic criminal. This guy was a pretty notorious car stealer. He had a quirk that created a bubble of silence in a small radius around him. Perfect for bypassing car alarms. The police had been looking for him for quite some time now.

So everyone was pretty baffled when the guy just ran into a hero agency screaming about monsters eating his friends.

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time, pal."
"You have to send help! Please!"

The guy gave the heroes a location, an old warehouse that was apparently his base of operations. He'd take the stolen cars there to be stripped for parts by his buddies.

Buddies who, apparently, got attacked by monsters while he happened to be on a video call with them.

Death Arms agency had already contacted both the police and the nearest hero agency to the warehouse so they could investigate the place.

Later that day, Death Arm gets a call from Edgeshot, the one who was first at the scene.

"Hey, Edgeshot. So, what'd you think? Gang fight or something?"
"I doubt it. Gang fights don't make most of the bodies disappear."
"Most?"
"There were a few limbs scattered around. They looked... chewed off, for lack of a better term."

Death Arms curses, rubbing his eyes.

What happened to good old-fashioned breaking into a bank and stealing the whole vault?
But no, now villains were straight up eating each other.

This job has gotten weirder and weirded through the years.

-----wTw-----

Allmight laughs.

"Ha! I must say, young Hitsugaya, that of the many, many restraining-type abilities I've been hit by through the years, this is certainly one of the strongest ones!"

He seemed unbothered by the six pillars of light pining his arms to his sides.

The hero kept evading their attacks, running and jumping away from them.

Chad throws a punch and this time, instead of dodging, Allmight makes a tiny jump. He places his foot against Chad's fist and uses the strength of his punch to launch himself.

Directly towards Hitsugaya.

Not expecting to suddenly be faced with a two meter tall overly colorful missile of a person, the shinigami shielded himself with his zanpakuto.

Which is exactly what Allmight was hoping for.
The sharp edge of the blade chipped one of the pillars of light, weakening the kido.

With a flex of his muscles (and unknown to him, a flare of his reiatsu) the six pillars of light shatter.

The hero puts some distance between them and laughs.

"Ha! You two are quite proficient at offense! Now..."

And Allmight's reiatsu starts spiking, his blue eyes seem to shine with power as he readied himself.

"Let's test your defense."

Chad and Hitsugaya, standing a few meters away from each other, traded glances.

Blue flames of reiatsu sprouted from Chad's shoulder. At the same time, the temperature plummets around Hitsugaya as he readies his blade.

The shinigami swings first.

"Sit upon the frozen heavens! Hyorinmaru!"

Ice blooms from the edge of the blade, shards growing faster and bigger as they take a familiar shape.

With an echoing roar, the ice dragon launches itself at the hero.

He doesn't bother to try and get out of its path.
Instead, he launches himself towards it.

He intercepts the dragon with his fist.

"DETROIT SMASH!"

For an instant, both Allmight and Hyorinmaru stop midair, each keeping the other at bay.

Then the dragon's forehead starts to shatter.

Cracks spread rapidly through its body, just as fast as the frost spreading over Allmight's arm.

As the two struggled, Chad attacked.

"El directo!"

With a final roar, Hyorinmaru explodes into a concentrated blizzard. Ice and snow spreading across every surface. The cold explosion also pushes Allmight away just in time to avoid Chad's blast as it pierces the sky.

The entire fake city block gets obscured by the frigid mist and strong winds caused by the Detroit smash.

Once it clears, the entire street is shown to be now covered in a thick layer of extra glittery snow.

All is quiet.

Then, with a smaller explosion of snow, Allmight emerges.

He poses heroically.
And immediately sneezes. He hugs himself and starts shivering.

"H-HA! T-that w-was cert-tainly a g-good spar! But-t maybe we should c-call it a t-tie!"

Both Chad and Hitsugaya emerge from the icy snow.

Chad nods, rubbing his arms.

Hitsugaya, the only one completely unbothered by the now frigid temperature, grabs a small fistful of snow.

"I have to say, Allmight, I'm impressed. There are not many attacks capable of shattering Hyorinmaru into such fine shards. He's not happy about it, for the record."

Allmight laughs and tries to speak through his chattering teeth.

"A-and not many attacks c-can hold so long against my d-detroit smash!"

A small rumble takes their attention.

They look as two more small buildings, the ones closest to the clash, collapse. Their now frozen and brittle supports not able to take their weight anymore.

"Um..."

The school PA system comes to life.

"Whoopsy daisy!" 

Chapter Text

Ichigo stood next to Aizawa as they watched the students make their way back inside to get their belongings now that class was over.

"You pull stunts like that often?"
"Mhm. Not always. Can't have then get used to it, need to keep them in their toes."

Ichigo snorts. He watches as Midoriya's natural shyness all but disappears as he invades the personal space of the purple headed kid and seems to ramble excitedly at him about something.

"Good reaction speed, by the way."
"Mhm?"
"If that back then had been an actual hollow attack and not just Toshiro, Chad and Allmight sparring, your class would've been the first one to get to safety."

Aizawa raises an eyebrow.

"I can understand you recognizing your colleague's  powers, but why are you so sure Allmight was sparring ad well?"
"Believe me, that guy has a very distinctive reiatsu. He's pretty easy to pin down."
"His... reiatsu. Right. Anyway, my number one priority is keeping those kids safe. As much as they can be in this line of work, anyway."

Ichigo hums, looking Aizawa up and down, seeming to seize him up, almost.

Aizawa looks back at him, both unimpressed and unbothered by the teen's stare.

After a few seconds, Ichigo puts his hands in his pockets and walks after the students.

"You're a good sensei, Aizawa-san."

-----wTw-----

"You are such a doting sensei, All for one! Giving young Shigaraki acces to his very first Nomu."

The villain chuckles, hand swiftly and casually moving through the braille in the pages of the small book in his desk.

He might have gotten his hands in all manner of visual alternative quirks, such as sonar, heat vision, and even a quite rare one that had been registered as Chakra reading third eye, (Of course he quickly realized that all that the quirk did was to make magnetic fields visible, something that it's original owner used to scam people giving them so claimed psychic readings and such. Oh well, he could respect a bit of dramatic flair and manipulation on one's career) but screens were still an annoyance.

And he never  was a fan of audiobooks.
This had nothing to do with the recent release of his once favorite novel narrated by Allmight himself. Nothing at all.

What are you, a pro hero?

"Well, I'd say Tomura is finally old enough for a pet, doctor. Might even teach him some responsibility. Besides, it'll be quite the help in his school project."

The doctor nodded, tpying away on a terminal as he oversaw the data of his latest experiments.

"Ah, yes. The attack on UA. I must say, All For One, are you certain that that nomu will suffice? Don't get me wrong, it's a fine prototype! But I very much doubt it'll be enough to bring down Allmight."

The villain leans back on his chair, hand leaving his book to grab a glass of fine whisky that Kurogiri warped onto his desk.

"That's the beauty of it, doctor. Tomura's first big plan, his first mission, his very first nomu! All stomped by Allmight."

All for one takes the glass to his lips.

"A few encounters like that, and Tomura's hatred for that buffoon will soon surpass even my own. And if the nomu manages to get a couple good hits,  then that's a bonus."

The doctor laughs, giving a few small claps.

"I see, I see! Setting young Shigaraki to fail. Well, we do sometimes learn more from our failures from our victories, I suppose!"

All for one's old scars seemed to throb. Yes. Theres was a lot to learn from one's failures.

-----wTw-----

Yet another failure.

Nezu smoothed down his fur, annoyed at himself (yet still a bit fascinated) at such involuntarily and instinctual display.

"No good?"
"I'm afraid not, Chad, but thank you for your assistance! You may deactivate your armor, now."

The teen did as told, the armor around his right arm dispersing into nothing.

The principal stared at the screens hooked to the many, many reading tools surrounding Chad.

Nothing.

Oh sure, they were capable of detecting the increased wind pressure and the heat discharge of his attacks, but his so called reiatsu? Nothing.

Yet somehow, every time he instructed the teen to increase it as much as he (safely) could, Nezu could feel it.

It wasn't a change of temperature. It wasn't an atmospheric shift. As far as all Nezu's instruments were concerned, there was no change on the immediate area around the teenager.

And yet, everytime Chad reiatsu spiked, a primal part of Nezu's brain seemed to SCREAM at him to run away, to hide, to get away before he gets devoured.
Although, curiously enough, not nearly as much as Ichigo's did.

It was fascinating.

"I know that shinigamis have technology that can detect reiatsu to an extent. I could ask Hitsugaya about it if you'd like?"
"I might take you on that offer, Chad-kun. As much as I'd like the satisfaction of figuring it on my own, having a way to detect the hollow's activities ourselves should the need arise is a priority."

The principal approaches the teen, handing him a can of chilled fruit flavored soda.

Chad's lips twitch into a smile when he sees a chibi rendition of Allmight (with bananas for hair) giving a peace sign on the side of the can, with a speech bubble reading: "tired of fruit punch? Try FRUIT SMASH!"

He takes out the phone Urahara gave him, thankful that it has a camera, and takes a photo to later show Ichigo.

Nezu takes a sip from his own can, a simple iced green tea, and hums.

"I can only hope the hollows stay inactive until we can find them."

-----wTw-----

EyeSeeU: omwb. Got the tea

BossLady: What.? Also, I asked for a coffee.

EyeSeeU: omwb = On my way back. And yeh i got ur coffee boss. The "Tea" means i got some gossip for u

BossLady: Then just say that. I still don't see why humans need to abbreviate everything. And why Tea specifically.? What does tea have to do with gossip. It's ridiculous.

EyeSeeU: cmon Boss! You gotta learn some human lingo if u wanna get oit more!

EyeSeeU: out*

BossLady: Fine. What is this quote unquote Tea that you want to tell me, anyway.?

EyeSeeU: il giv u the deets (that stands for Details) when i get to the office, but to make it short?

EyeSeeU: i think i got a job offer

EyeSeeU: *looping gif of a shirtless human dancing while being showered in dollar bills*

BossLady: Never make me see that again.

EyeSeeU: sorry

-----wTw-----

Aizawa bites back a hiss of pain.

"Sorry, Sho."

He waves away his husband's apology, holding the ice pack to his face as he waits for him to finish stiching up the gash on his back.

Hitsugaya, ignoring the ball of hissing brown fur glaring at him from across the room, offers the man a chilled can of coffee.

"Although not an expert, I do know the basics of healing kido. I could at least help with the black eye."

Hizashi snorts, although careful to keep his hands steady.

"Nah, don't bother. Knowing Sho, he's gonna use his black eye to intimidate his students tomorrow."
"Mhm. They could use the reminder that even pros can get hurt. Besides..."

Aizawa raises an eyebrow towards the shinigami.

"You helped plenty tonight."

Hitsugaya takes a long sip of his tea.

"I have no idea what you are referring to. I stayed on the roofs all through your patrols, as previously agreed."
"And yet one of the thugs that ambushed me somehow slipped on a patch of ice right as he attempted to stab me in the back."

Hitsugaya takes a longer sip of his tea.

Present Mic laughs, finishing treating Aizawa's wounds.

"At this time of the year? Man, what a crazy weather!"

The blonde throws away a few bloodied rags, then reaches for a small catnip toy ball that he tosses into the hallway.

The cat in the room happily chases after it, hissing at Hitsugaya no longer being a priority.

"Guess you got lucky, Sho!"

Hitsugaya ignores the hero's sincere grateful look, masked by his exaggerated chipper voice.

"Oh, right!" Hizashi snaps his fingers. "Speaking of lucky, you got a call from the uhhhh hold on I know I wrote it down somewhere."
"Either the notepad by the land phone or the notes app on your phone."
"Right! Okay, here it is. You got a call from the police department earlier, to follow back on a investigation on the Fukuoka precinct."

It takes a couple of seconds for Aizawa to remember what investigation he was talking about.

"Oh, right. Moonfish."

Hitsugaya makes a face at the seeming non sequitur. Seeing his look, Aizawa clarifies.

"A villain. On deathrow over multiple instances of murder and cannibalism. He was my first suspect for one of the hollow's victims, before the rat told me about you lot."
"Ah. Understandable ."
"Yeah! That guy. So, they did a surprise inspection on his cell just to make sure nothing was afoot, and turns out his quirk suppresant cuff had a manufacturer defect! The guy had been slooooowly grinding them, and a good chunk of his arms, against the sharp edge of his bedframe. A couple more weeks without noticing, and he might have been able to actually snap them off!"

Aizawa grimaces.

"I've seen the footage of his original capture. Him suddenly breaking out would've end up in a lot of casualties. Did you tell them to do a follow up on the cuffs?"

Hitsugaya's eyes follow Hizashi as he puts away the medkit. When an injured Eraserhead, after securing the now knocked out thugs and making sure the police was on their way, asked Toshiro to help him back to his apartment, the shinigami considered taking him straight to the healer instead.

But the man didn't seem in immediate risk of bleeding out, so he just picked him up in a bridal carry and took him back home with a few minutes of shunpo.

When Hizashi saw them coming in, the man wasted no time in pulling out all the medical supplies they'd need.

An injured Aizawa dropping by fresh out of patrol seemed to be quite the common occurrence in this house.

"Yuppers, they checked over all the other inmates's just in case. Plus checked the serial number on the faulty ones and contacted everyone else who got some of the same batch, though so far Moonfish's seems to be the only bad ones."
"Mhm. Small blessings."

-----wTw-----

Izuku feels like he's been blessed. Today was the day. The excitement on the classroom is palpable as everyone waits with bated breath for the next period to start.

They've all seen the itinerary, and today, it's their very first heroics class.

The reason they all hoped and worked as hard as they could (and then some) to get into UA in the first place.

Not even the nerve wracking encounter with the press at the school's gates this morning could sour their mood.

"I AMMMM-"

All eyes turned to the classrom door, shining with excitement once the very recognizable voice reaches their ears.

The door opens.

"COMING IN TROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PER-WAGH!"

And their heads snap to the left as they follow the blurr that is Allmight slamming against the wall, face first.

"Whoops."

All heads turn back towards the door, where a young man is standing. Hands in his pockets and right leg still raised after kicking the hero.

"Sorry, Allmight. "

He didn't sound sorry at all. He lowers his leg, and steps inside the classroom.

"Reflex. You sounded a tad too much like goat-face there for a second."

As one, the class erupt in chaos.

Their first hero class was up for a good start.

Back in his office, a cackling Nezu makes sure to save the footage of Allmight's students first impression of their teacher.

He puts it inside two folders, one labeled "Aizawa bribes" and another one called "Allmight blackmail."

He loves his job.

Chapter Text

The exited chatter of his classmates  flew right over Izuku's head as he stared at his reflection in the locker's mirror with a wobbly smile and teary eyes.

He looked... he almost looks like a-

"Holly shit Midoriya. You really put a lot of thought into your costume."

Startled, he turns to see Hitoshi standing next to him.

Izuku's eyes widen.

"You look just like!-mph!"

The frown in the taller teen's face does nothing to hide his embarrassed blush. He keeps his hand over Midoriya's mouth.

"I know! I know. I kinda forgot to think about a costume, so I just described my favorite hero's and said I wanted something similar to it."

He takes his hand back and gestures down to his outfit. Loose (but not too loose) bordeline black dark grey pants, a robust pair of combat boots, long sleeved top the same material as his pants, an utility belt, and most telling of all, a long scarf like capture tool wrapped around his neck.

"How the hell was I supposed to know he'd be one of my teachers?"

Other than the occasional purple accent, he looked like a mini Eraserhead.

"Still! You look very cool, Shinso-kun! And Eraserhead's hero costume is extremely useful, especially for undeground hero work in urban settings! You could walk past most people and they wouldn't give you a second glance, much less suspect you of being a hero!"

Shinso grumbles. Trying (and failing) to hide his blushing face under his scarf. What's with this school and just... freely given compliments?? How is one supposed to keep their bad boy loner persona in these conditions.

Unacceptable.
Criminal, even.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm still going to change a few stuff later on. Although maybe not too much. The whole not looking like a hero thing might be useful, actually. Not that you could pull that off, though. Your suit just, screams look at me, I'm a pro hero."

It was slightly unnerving how someone could have such a huge smile on their face while simultaneously looking a hairwidth away from bawling their eyes out.

Midoriya turns back to the mirror, wobbly smile on his face.

"It really does... doesn't it? Ah! But, I'm not the one who designed it, not really. It was... a gift."

-----wTw-----

"A gift?"

Inko stares up at Izuku, (and wasn't that still a novelty. When had her little boy gotten so tall?) with a smile on her face as he held the small notebook.

"Oh, thanks! I can never have enough notebooks, honestly. Especially once class starts and I'll get to see everyone's quirks-"

Ichigo, who's standing next to Inko, flicks Izuku's forehead.

"Open the notebook, kid."

He says mid yawn.
Izuku does, and as soon as his eyes take in the first page, his breath gets caught in his throat.

They are sketches. Very, very well done sketches, plans, designs and such.

For hero costumes.

Izuku, dumbfounded, turns the page to see even more designs, with minor differences, plus many detailed descriptions.

"This- these are-"

Uh. The drawings are getting blurry- oh. He's already tearing up.

He looks up to Ichigo, who's scratching his head and looking to the side.

"Yeah, yeah. I drew those. But your mom guided me on all the stuff you'd like and wouldn't like, so it was mostly her doing."

Inko resist the urge to roll her eyes. As if she hadn't found Ichigo asleep on the family's computer with a dozen open tabs on hero costume history and research, such as lists of top fifty hero costumes of the last five years (voted by fans), plus references to previous costumes from Izuku's favorite heroes.

There were even a few tabs on hero costume laws and rugulations!

Okay maybe she snooped a bit on his open tabs. And the internet history.

What are you, a pro hero?

In her defense, this was the first friend Izuku invited over since Katsuki, who hasn't been over their apartment for literal years now, so Inko feels she's pretty justified in being a bit nosy curious.

"But yeah. I asked around a bit, to see how the whole process works. The school still has the final say on the costume, so they might change it slightly. So if you end up not liking it, blame them. Or whatever."

-----wTw-----

Izuku couldn't stop smiling as he followed his classmates into the open space of one of UA's many fake city blocks. (Seriously. What even was the budget for this school?)

"Woah, Midoriya-kun! You look so cool!"

Izuku really hopes that his hero costume is fireproof on some level, because he's pretty sure he's about to combust into flames after takin in Uraraka's hero costume.

"Oh my god you HAVE to get a cool helmet."

Izuku blinks, confused.

"A helmet?"
"Yeah!"

Uraraka stands straight on one leg, the other folded, knee held high, as she held her arms to the side.

A sudden explosion behind Uraraka perfectly frames her silhouette.

Uh, seems like another classmate managed to bug Bakugo enough to warrant a explosion.

Anyway.

"You need a helmet to complete the Super Sentai look!"

Hitoshi, standing next to Midoriya, hands in his pockets, scoffs.

"He doesn't look like a sentai."
"He does!"
"No way, his costume got way too many accessories and junk. He's more like a Kamen Rider, if anything."
"Nu uh, he's like the special sixth Sentai that shows up mid season!"

Izuku follows their back and forth like a tennis match.
Good to know he wasn't the only nerd fan of pre-quirk era television heroes in class.

"Besides," Uraraka continues, "A sword is more sentai than kamen rider."

As Hitoshi went into a surprisingly passionate ramble about how that was most definitely NOT the case, Izuku looked down fondly at the bokken, now strapped to his waist via a specialized strap in his utility belt.

He had been slightly baffled when he saw the sword included in his hero costume blueprints. After all, one for all wasn't really suited for sword fighting.

But Ichigo gave him an excellent argument for it.

"What happens the day you want to stop a regular ass purse-snatcher? Going to punch the guy through a building? You don't have to use your powers for every little thing, kid. Always good to have options."

It was a bit of an eye opener for Izuku. He had never considered a hero using a tool that didn't compliment their quirk in some way.

And apparently, neither did most pro heroes. The amount of villain takedowns that could've gone down a lot smoother if the hero carried some extra tools or weapons was staggering. Even a simple taser would make a LOT of captures easier.

Although, admittedly, the mental image of a hero like Endeavor pulling a taser out if his pocket and using it on a villain was pretty bizarre to say the least.

Izuku is brought out of his musings by Allmight's voice.

"Ha! Look at you! You all look so cool!"

He looks towards his classmates, and he has to agree. He had been too engrossed on his own costume to notice before, but they all look amazing!

He suspected Iida might have been related to Ingeniun for some time now, and after looking at his armor, he's all but certain of it.

"You all certainly look the part, young heroes! But let's see if your actions-"
"Allmight Sensei!"

The pro hero stutters, wind clearly taken off his sail as his carefully scripted speech gets interrupted.

"Y-yes young Iida?"
"Allmight Sensei, I wanted to ask before, but we all got rushed into the changing rooms!"

He used a stiff gesture to point to the side, where a bored looking Ichigo was casually leaning against a street post.

"But who is that? I assume him to be a third year, if that's the case not only is he out of uniform, but also-"

Ichigo blinked. Jeez, it was like someone mashed together Ishida's stuck-upness and Orihime's high energy into the same mold.

"Oi. Kid. It's rude to point, you know?"

Iida froze for a few seconds, before instantly dropping his head in a bow.

"Of course! My apologies, I did not mean to offend you!"

Uh. So not as much stuck-up, but high strung instead. The kid needs to relax.

"Ah, yes, of course. Introductions are in order! This, students, is young Kurosaki Ichigo. He's not a third year, young Iida. In fact, he's not a student at all!"

Ichigo did a lazy wave.

"You all can think of me as a substitute slash assistant teacher to this guy."

Murmurs break among the students.
Izuku, who had been told beforehand, thinks this was an excellent excuse to have Ichigo near him and Allmight. They never told him directly, but Izuku was not dumb. He knew the strongest someone was, the more chances there was for a hollow to try and attact them. It was not hard to deduct.

So he's pretty glad Ichigo found a way to stay close to them, even in school hours.

"If you're a substitute, why are you here then? Shouldn't you only come to class if Allmight gets sick or something?"
"Allmight doesn't get sick you reject electric gym leader wannabe! He's the number one hero!"

Allmight clears his throat, smile slighly shaky as he tries to not laugh at Bakugo's fervent defense of his inmune system.

"As young Bakugo said, I am the number one hero, and this tittle comes bearing many responsibilities."

His voice grows serious, class becoming silent at the intensity of Allmight's eyes.

"Japan is full of wonderful, skilled heroes! But that does not change the fact that I will most likely be called to help sooner or later. S class villains, natural disasters, and many other dangers where my strenght would mean all the more people living to see another day. This is what it means to be the number one hero."

A few of the students gulped. Others looked in awe.
Bakugo grinned as his fists clenched. That's what it means to be number one. Being the strongest.

Izuku clasped his shirt right over his heart, the feeling of One for all in his veins suddenly being akin to the weight of the world.

But Izuku didn't feel like Atlas.

He felt like a little kid.

"So yeah, basically, I'm here to keep an eye on you lot in case Captain America over here gets called for action."

The moniker brings out a loud laugh out of Allmight, the tense air dissipating in seconds.

"Precisely! Also, between you and me, students," Allmight puts a hand near his mouth, stage whispering to the entire class, "I'm still quite new to teaching, so I certainly could use an extra pair of hands. Now! Speaking of teaching, how about we get this class started!"

As Allmight explains the team battle exercise, the class's excitement grows with every word.

A fake bomb, infiltration, heroes versus villains! It sounded so-

"That's a terrible idea."

As one, every head turns towards Ichigo as he approaches until he's standing next to Allmight.

He addresses the class.

"Have any of you ever fought before? As in, have any of you ever used your powers against another person?"

"Quirks." Izuku and Allmight correct as one.

"Whatever. So? Have you? Cuz that can take a bad turn REAL fast."

Seein how rejected the class (and Allmight) looked at him, Ichigo was quick to add.

"Don't get me wrong, it's a pretty good idea! But maybe save it for at least the second class. Plus, yall wearing your suits for the first time, right?  What if you trip and hurt someone because you're not used to them?"

Quite a few students suddenly looked down at themselves, a worried frown on their faces.

One, however, looked enraged.

"Fuck that! If these idiots fall flat on their face or into my explosions is their problem!"

Ichigo doesn't even bother to roll his eyes. Instead, he just ignores Bakugo all together, and addresses Allmight.

"Tell you what, how about some light one on one sparring, to get them used to it. Then you can do the teams thing."

The hero, who looked quite dejected at first, now looked pensive.

"That... actually does sound a lot more sensible for a first class, young Kurosaki. Should we pair them up?"
"Nah, same problem. They might hurt each other. Gotta fight someone more experienced. Get their assess handed to them, you know."

He ignores Bakugo's (and quite a few more) outraged shouts.

"Mhm. You make a good point, young Kurosaki. If you don't mind, would you like to take over? I'd like to focus on observing the students."

Not to mention, more than one would most likely freeze at the prospect of having to spar against the number one hero.

"Yeah, sure. Actually, hold on. Uhhh you got some chalk or something?"

As Allmight check his non existent pockets for some, one of the students steps forward.

"Here, Sensei!"

Sparkles of light emit from the girl's hand, and a stick of chalk seems to grow out of her very palm.

Ichigo blinks, and takes it.

"Uh. Neat. Thanks."

A power to summon chalk. Man, this version of japan was so bizarre.

Ichigo steps away and draws a decently sized (and slightly wobbly) circle on the fake  street.

"It's a human transmutation circle..."

Confused, Izuku turns to the side to stare at the bird headed boy, who looked startled (and maybe embarrassed? It was hard to read his expressions), seemingly not expecting anyone to have heard him.

"Um. It was a reference... Nevermind."

Yup. Definitely embarrased.

"All'right, that should do it. Okay there's like, a lot of you and we don't have all day so, let's say... a minute."

The girl that gave Ichigo the chalk raises her hand before speaking "a minute for what, exactly?"

"Well, since I don't feel like wearing a hat-"

What.

"- each one of you will have one minute to land a hit on me, instead. If i push you outside the circle, you lose. And feel free to use your powers-"

"Quirks."

"- as much as you want. So, who's first?"

"A fucking minute? HA!"

Smoke started coming out of Bakugo's hands, as vicious grin made his eye twitch.

"I'll hand your ass to you in a second, Substitute."

At that moment, Izuku had a revelation.

There wasn't an ounce of doubt on his mind, that he was about to witness Bakugo losing a fight for the first time in his life.