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“Today we’re doing rescue training drills.”
Standing in front of all twenty of them, arms crossed, Aizawa looked at them all. It was a brisk day. The clouds around them were a pretty pale white, shaded with blue. Behind that, the sky was a brighter, almost cyan color. Pretty, very pretty. Around them, the mountains were bright, covered with green trees and gray rocks and sparkly blue rivers. If Izuku had to warrant a guess, he was pretty sure the mountain they were standing on was one of Yuuei’s special, manufactured mountains. Cementoss had probably worked with Pixie-Bob from the Wild, Wild Pussycats to make most of it, probably found someone with a Quirk similar to Shiozaki’s to—
“Shaddup, Deku,” Kacchan snapped, snapping an elbow into his ribs. “You’re mumbling.”
Jolting, Izuku turned to him and ducked his head. “Sorry,” he croaked out. In his periphery, he very clearly saw Kacchan roll his eyes and then turn away. He ducked his head and looked away.
“During this drill, you’re going to be assigned groups. You will have to work together with your group to find your assigned victim. Read the card, then work accordingly to get them down to the base at the bottom of the mountain. Now, for the groups. Team One—Shouto, Iida, Sero, and Aoyama. Team Two—Midoriya, Shinsou, Uraraka, and Mina…” Mr. Aizawa continued.
Looking at him, Izuku shifted on his feet. Then, he glanced around. His fingers were freezing, he could still hear Aizawa putting people into groups (Kacchan was teamed up with Sato, Tokoyami, and Tsu; Shoji, Momo, Hagakure, and Ojiro were Team Four; and Kaminari, Kirishima, Jirou, and Kouda were Team Five). Then, Aizawa dismissed them to their team, so they all gathered.
“So, we need to look for Present Mic.” Setting his hands on his hips, Shinsou grimaced. “I swear he volunteered for this.”
“Why?” Uraraka asked, turning to look at him.
With a sigh, Shinsou said, “Because he wants to tell me that the adoption went through. He thinks I don’t already know.”
“Did you go through their mail or something?” Izuku asked. Meanwhile, Uraraka and Mina both squealed at the top of their lungs. In the other groups, Shoji and Jirou cringed—but they also each sent a thumbs-up of congratulations. So, clearly, they had heard.
“No, but they already adopted Eri. Also, the letter was labelled “ADOPTION”. By Nedzu.” Shrugging, Shinsou said, “I don’t really care. I’m the one who collected the mail. Just shuffled it underneath and pretended I didn’t see it or anything. I have to let them have their little secrets. You know what parents are like.” Wheeling on Uraraka and Mina, he added, “And announce it to the whole class, why don’t you? Geeze. I knew you Class A freaks were loud, but you have to be kidding me.”
He said it with the same fondness as Bakugou had barked, “you idiots!” at Kamino.
(“I’m not here to make friends,” Shinsou had claimed on the first day of class. He’d been very confused as everyone had snorted, or exchanged looks, or…turned around and stared at Bakugou and Shouto. Behind him, Aizawa had sighed, long and low. “What?”
“Give it time.”)
Izuku should have known something was going to go wrong.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it really did feel like he had some kind of bad-luck Quirk most days. He was constantly running into trouble, running into villains, finding himself in situations no one else in the class had found themselves in. The Mall, the Slime Incident (and yeah, Kacchan had gotten himself involved in that, but still. Izuku was…uncannily good at it).
As he and the others traversed the mountain’s rocky terrain, he kept his eyes on Shinsou’s back. He and Uraraka were talking, Mina glancing around. So far, they hadn’t found signs this was anything but a run-of-the-mill rescue simulation. But…sometimes he wondered…I wonder if Mr. Aizawa wanted this to actually be just a simple training session, or if this is meant to be more than that. He’s not usually one to leave things to be simple. But what twists could he manage? Maybe there’s going to be someone who shows up in the middle of this? Would Ectoplasm maybe…no, that would have taken teachers away from the rest of Yuuei. They still have classes today, something’s up. Maybe—
“I’m pretty sure that this is just a normal thing, Midoriya.” Shinsou said, looking back. Jolting, Izuku looked up and met his gaze. With an amused smile, Shinsou added, “I think Aizawa just wanted us all to be busy for a little while. Mic kept him up pretty late last night.”
“Ugh, Shinsou!” Clapping her hands over her ears, Mina whined, “I don’t need to hear that!”
Staring at her, Shinsou replied, “What? Mina—no, what makes you think that?” He waved a hand, “I mean, I assume—” He threw his hands up. “We are not talking about my adopted dads having sex, this is a nasty conversation. They were watching Disney movies.”
“Aww, that’s so cute. Do they like Disney movies?” Uraraka fawned.
“Ehh….” Shinsou made a ‘so-so’ gesture. “Not really. I think Aizawa prefers How to Train Your Dragon and Rise of the Guardians over most Disney films. Mic is a sucker for Prince of Egypt, but Eri’s therapist suggested Disney movies since they’re usually pretty safe?” He took a breath, adjusting his mask. “They’re watching through the movies to figure out which ones are safe for Eri. Nightmare Before Christmas is a no in our house.”
Looking at him sympathetically, Mina asked, “Does Eri not like it?”
Shinsou laughed weakly. “Uh, actually…that one’s me. I can’t watch Nightmare Before Christmas or Haunted Mansion. Panic attacks.”
“Oh! Well, some of Class B was talking about making a Nightmare-inspired haunted house for this School Festival.” Mina began, turning to him. “So, you might want to be careful. I’ll let you know when they’re up?”
“Oh, I…” Looking at her, Shinsou touched his chest in a move that was absolutely Momo. “I—thank you. That’s—that would be nice.”
“Of course! I mean, we always let Shouto know if we’re watching a movie involving mothers hurting kids or characters getting burned. Sero hates anything where a character gets crushed. Kouda hates movies involving animals getting hurt, so it’s—it’s just part of Class A! No worries!”
“Yeah, Shinsou!” Uraraka added, “You’re one of us! The least we could do is let you know if there’s going to be something that causes issues.”
His hand went to the back of his neck. “Well…thanks.”
They came upon a ravine of sorts. Floating, Izuku peered over the edge. It spiraled down, down, down until it reached a small river. He grimaced, then turned to the others. “I don’t think floating over it would be the greatest idea.”
“Alright.” Crossing his arms, Shinsou glanced around. His eyes narrowed. Then, looking at a tree, he said, “Uraraka, Mina, how good is your balance?”
“What are you thinking?” Uraraka asked. Meanwhile, Mina walked over and grabbed Izuku’s hands, pulling him back to solid ground. He set his feet down, deactivating Float.
“I think we should take this tree and break it down, then use it as a bridge to cross.” Turning, he added, “Midoriya, you’re fourth in class, aren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah! Yeah, I am.”
“Great. How are you at measuring distance?” Shinsou asked. “Do you think that this tree would be able to cross the gap?”
Looking at the tree, Izuku hummed. Then, he turned to the ravine, studying the distance again. “It looks…hmm.” He touched his chin, glancing at the tree. It looked to be an adult pine. Most adult black pines can be about a hundred feet tall in an ideal habitat, shorter if it’s on a beach, but we’re not on a beach. This is a manmade mountain, but Yuuei never does anything in halves, so this should be an adult pine? We might have to worry about the different branches getting in the way, but we could just break those off. Walking over, he thumped the back of his knuckles against the tree and paced around the middle. This should be thick enough to hold us. Mina’s acid would be able to eat through the bottom of the trunk, and then Uraraka and I can float and carry the tree over. I have some antiemetics in my belt, so as long as we don’t do anything over the top, we should be fine.
He studied the ravine again, then glanced around. Picking up a small, round rock, he hefted it in his hand to test the weight. Then, he threw it across the ravine. Hmm…that took a little over a second, so probably…fifty or so feet across? He glanced at the tree again.
“Should work.” He said, turning to Shinsou with a nod.
“Alright. You’re getting better at not mumbling as much. Almost that entire monologue was in your head.” Shinsou teased. Choking on a laugh, Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck.
“Thanks?” He looked at the tree. Then, “Uraraka, make this float. Mina, the best place to sever it should be here.”
“Right!” Both girls hurried over. Then, Izuku turned to Shinsou, letting the tree fall into his hands.
“Can you tell Uraraka and I how close we are to the edge?” He asked. Nodding, Shinsou glanced down already, studying the ground. Meeting Uraraka’s gaze, Izuku nodded. The two of them backed up slowly towards the ravine.
“You’re good, you’re good, you’re good,” Shinsou repeated over and over again, which was actually helpful. It shouldn’t have been as helpful as it was, really. As they continued to back up, he could feel the ground shifting under him. Izuku kept his eyes on the tree, making sure he didn’t give Uraraka too much weight at once. He just needed to hold it steady—
His ankle rolled.
Izuku’s heart dropped.
Uraraka cried out, the trunk dropping in shock as she had to take on more of the weight. “Deku!” Mina shouted.
“I’m fine! Help Uravity!” He yelled back, twisting around. He meant to make himself float, was already reaching for it—
Something hit his shoulder.
Crying out, he twisted again. His shoulder ached. The ground rushed up to him.
His ankle snapped as he landed in a massive puddle of mud.
Izuku crumpled to the ground. Above him, he could hear the others shouting. He looked up. Craning his neck, he could see them all silhouetted by the sunlight. “Deku! Are you okay?” Uraraka called.
“I’m fine! Go find Present Mic! I’ll call Mr. Aizawa and get out.” Izuku replied, settling back on his haunches. He was covered in mud. His ankle throbbed badly. “Just go!”
“Okay! Stay safe!” Shinsou called down to him. Then, carefully, they crossed the trunk. He watched them cross, praying they’d be okay. Then, they disappeared. Reaching down, Izuku grabbed his communicator.
“Mr. Aizawa?” He called.
“Problem Child? What’s going on?” Mr. Aizawa asked.
“I sent the others on to go and find Present Mic, but I managed to slip and I think I broke my ankle.” Sighing, Izuku added, “So, now I’m sitting in a mud puddle. And I already know what Kacchan is going to say. I’m about to get roasted.”
Mr. Aizawa laughed softly. “Was it an actual accident this time?”
“Yeah. I should have watched my footing.” Sighing, Izuku ran a hand through his hair. Then, hesitating, he grimaced at his muddy hand. Which he had just run through his curls, which meant he wasn’t just covered in a lot of mud, he had gotten it in his hair. His costume was caked in mud, too. There was a mild throbbing in his shoulder, so, “I think I hurt my left shoulder, too. Something smacked into me when I was on the way down. Tried to Float, didn’t have the chance.”
“It happens sometimes.” Mr. Aizawa said. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. How do you feel, kid?”
“Awful? I didn’t hit my head. I’m just…” Sighing, Izuku pinched the bridge of his nose. That meant there was now mud on his face. Oddly enough, part of him wanted to cry at that? In frustration, mostly, but his shoulder and ankle weren’t exactly comfortable to deal with, either. “I kind of want to cry. But, like, not in a normal-Midoriya way?”
“Probably shock, Problem Child. You did fall far enough to break your ankle, and you have decently strong bones thanks to that Quirk of yours. I’ve seen your scans.” Aizawa hummed. Then, he added, “I’m almost there. Thankfully, you weren’t far from leaving. Only about ten minutes.”
“Oh, great.” Burying his face in his hands, smelling the just lovely, sour smell of the dirt now smeared all over him, Izuku groaned. It reminded him of when he and Kacchan would play on river banks. Their shoes would get covered in mud. Mitsuki hated it, until Kacchan purposefully dirtied the white sneakers his grandmother had bought to prove she was better than Mitsuki. Then she had been just fine with Izuku and Kacchan looking for dinosaurs.
After a moment, Izuku opened his eyes, wiped his face off with his muddy sleeves, and then looked at his foot. His right ankle had been the one that cracked when he landed. So, first things first—he needed to pull his shoe off. Probably. Reaching over, he undid the straps of his boot, pulled it off, and then—
The world went white with pain.
Shaking it off, Izuku winced and then continued to peel the shoe off. His ankle continued to throb. The boot ended up being discarded right beside him. He’d just make sure to grab it before they went.
Aizawa landed next to him.
Raising his head, he turned and looked at the man. “Hello.” He greeted quietly. Still, his eyes were burning with tears. “Sorry, I know I—I need to get this under control.”
“You’re fine. If you need to cry, let it happen. It’s illogical to stop yourself—crying releases emotions. The chemical makeup depends on what you’re feeling.” Crouching by Izuku’s leg, Aizawa hummed softly. His hands skated over the wound, hesitating a few inches from his sock, “Do you mind if—?”
“Go ahead.” Nodding, Aizawa gently felt the wound. Wincing, Izuku bit back a gasp. Tears ran down his face, now.
Dark eyes went to him, just for a moment. Then, as he worked, Aizawa cleared his throat, “Did I ever tell you about the time I took care of a lost dog?”
“You did?”
“Mhmm. It was an Akita. Big, thick thing that looked like Hachiko.” Mr. Aizawa explained. Shrugging, he continued, “Had to walk it a bit. It got excited one day. I had the leash wrapped around my wrist—stupid mistake, you know, it happens. Got dragged down that hill on Yuuei’s campus, the one right by Heights Alliance?” With a weak laugh, he shook his head, “Dog ran off. I had to sit there for a minute. Hizashi ran over to me, Nemuri went after the dog. Twenty-three years old, freshly married, and my husband was kneeling next to me on the grass while I sat there stunned.”
He continued working around Izuku’s ankle, then strapped the discarded boot to his belt and stood. “What do we do now?”
“Get you back to base camp. That looks like a pretty stable fracture, but it’s definitely a fracture. Can’t feel any broken skin or blood, so we just need to secure it.” Looking down the ravine, Mr. Aizawa crossed his arms. “How much do you weigh?”
“Seventy kilos?”
“Alright.” Tilting his head to the side, Mr. Aizawa said, “I should be able to carry you, but not out of here. We’ll have to make sure the terrain’s flatter. The good news is, only about a kilometer that way, I can carry you down the mountain. We just need to get you there, first.”
“Right. And in the meantime?” Mr. Aizawa offered him a hand. Reaching up, Izuku took it.
Carefully, Mr. Aizawa yanked him upright, “In the meantime, you’re going to have to carry half your weight on that good leg of yours. I can hold you for most of it. But you have to help a little.”
“I can do that.”
“So, how did Mic manage to land you?”
“Damn, kid.” Mr. Aizawa laughed, “Speaking bad about my husband? I feel like I should defend him. And what makes you think he landed me, anyways?”
“Well, you work by logic. Rationality.” Grimacing, Izuku gasped in a breath. His ribs and shoulder ached. Even with Mr. Aizawa keeping the weight off of his broken ankle, they had had to wrap his left shoulder. That was the one that took the brunt of the hit. Even with Mr. Aizawa’s arm wrapped around his waist, Izuku’s right arm thrown over his shoulder—
And it felt weird. The press of his teacher’s side against his own was burning, weirdly. He didn’t like the feeling, didn’t like the newness, because even after all his time at Yuuei, even with all his friends, he still couldn’t get used to touch. He still shied away from it. Kept people at a distance. Now, he had Mr. Aizawa helping him walk, and he—
He wasn’t sure he minded. It was just weird. (Maybe I need to look into touch starvation when I get back. He thought, frowning. We were already researching it because of Shouto, but I’m sure Momo or Iida would know something more…)
Taking a breath, Izuku squeezed his eyes shut as he kept walking. His breath hitched in his ribs again. “How you doin’, kid?”
“I’m fine.” He replied. “Ribs hurt a little, but that’s fine. Anyways, back on the subject. Mic tends to be willing to go out of the way for things that you might not think of as rational.” Tilting his head, Izuku looked over at him. His eyes scanned Aizawa’s face. “You probably wouldn’t ask someone out because you’d be concerned about what would happen to him. If your identity got found out. Underground heroes make a lot of enemies. But so do Limelight heroes, or even ones who are the in-between. So technically, Mic might have more enemies than you. And you may not be as worried about him because of it.”
“Smart analysis.” Looking over at him, Mr. Aizawa smiled and added, “And that’s why you’re in the top five, Midoriya. What else do you think?”
“Well…I think he’s also generally the more extroverted one. So he would be more likely to go and ask you.” Shrugging, then regretting it, Izuku stared down at the ground. He and Mr. Aizawa carefully picked their way over the rocks. Swallowing, he sniffed. He could still feel tears running down his face. There were more dried tear tracks on his skin. He could feel the tackiness there. “So. How’d he do it?”
“He asked me to a cat café.” Mr. Aizawa replied, laughing low in his chest.
Snorting, Izuku followed along with him. They could see the end of the ravine now, where the ground sloped up. “Thanks for grabbing my boot.”
“It’d be illogical to leave it behind. We’d have to find it or replace it. This way around, we just need to get it cleaned up. Same goes for you.” Mr. Aizawa replied. “Though, we do need to get you fed. Have you eaten today? You seem a little spacey.”
“Hmm? I mean…” Thinking back, Izuku winced, “I may have skipped breakfast.”
“Problem Child.” Mr. Aizawa scolded.
Smiling sheepishly, Izuku looked back at him. “I’m sorry. I just—it slipped my mind, I think I was so excited that Shinsou was going to be joining us this time around—”
“And I’m glad you’re excited, but this is not the time to be skipping breakfast. We’ll get you fed and watered—get that foot of yours fixed up. Figure something out involving the exercise, because I don’t want to just fail you.” Looking at him, Mr. Aizawa said, “That would be illogical.”
They reached the edge of the ravine quicker than Izuku thought. Mr. Aizawa stopped. “Come on, then.” He crouched down, back turned to Izuku, “Unless you want to be carried like a lamb. You have the hair for it already.”
“Are you sure?”
“Just get on.” Sighing, Izuku stumbled over and wrapped his arms around Mr. Aizawa’s neck. With the help of his capture scarf, Mr. Aizawa got a sort of harness secured around him, helping tie Izuku’s leg up so he wouldn’t have to strain himself. Then, in the world’s muddiest piggyback ride, they were off. “Do you have any nut allergies?”
“What? No.” Thinking back, Izuku said, “The only thing I might have an allergy to is lilies.”
“Good to know,” reaching into his bag, Mr. Aizawa pulled something out and then handed it back to him. “Cashews. Eat them. It’ll take some of the edge off until we can get you some proper food.”
“You’re saying that like I’m Momo.” He sighed.
“I’m saying that like you’re someone with a high calorie requirement, Quirk-related or otherwise. And you’re a teenager. Specifically, an active teenage boy.” Mr. Aizawa carefully hiked him up a little higher on his back, walking over a downed log casually. On his back, Izuku grunted. “And I don’t hear those cashews being eaten.”
“Why do you have cashews, anyways? Aren’t peanuts easier to get?” Izuku asked, fiddling with the bag. He managed to get it open. Wiping his hand on the cleanest part of him he had (his chest), he pulled out a cashew.
“Eri prefers cashews. She likes peanut butter sandwiches, and peanut butter cookies, but not peanuts. Says they’re too dry.” Mr. Aizawa replied coolly. “And they’re not that much more expensive.”
“Well, then Eri’s a smart girl who knows what she likes.” Izuku replied.
“Don’t we all know it.”
They reached the base camp in less than an hour, thankfully.
Unfortunately, Mr. Aizawa didn’t let Izuku slide off his back until they were inside the cabin that they were using. It wasn’t enough that the man carried him down the mountain, apparently. He had to carry him until they got to one of the infirmary beds. Then, Mr. Aizawa turned, and Izuku slipped down onto the bunk. Wincing, he looked down at the mattress and sheets as they began to turn brown with mud. “I—sorry. There’s mud all over me, I should have gotten cleaned up first.” He said apologetically, looking at Mr. Aizawa.
“They’ve had worse—apparently, Monoma had a nosebleed that looked like a horse’s the other day. Blood everywhere, Mic passed out at the picture Vlad had to show…for insurance reasons, I think? It was ridiculous. Sheets can be washed.” He said dismissively, striding over to the sink. He pulled a few clean clothes out of the cabinet, then threw them to Izuku. “Get changed. I’m going to boil some water, help you clean off all that.”
“Oh, I can—”
“I don’t want to hear it, Problem Child. This is my job,” He replied calmly. “And also, we’re having hot chocolate after this. Because you’re shaking. Before you say anything.”
“I—” Izuku looked down at his hands. Sure enough, he was shaking. “Oh. You’re right.”
Mr. Aizawa huffed softly. Still, while his back was turned, Izuku stripped down and changed as quick as he could. Getting his clothes off, caked in mud and pretty gross as a result, that was harder than getting the clean clothes on. He didn’t have to strip off more than his hero costume and his shoes. Then, he pulled back on the shirt and the loose gym shorts, grateful that they weren’t coated in mud. His hands and skin were still messy, muck-coated, a little too reminiscent of the number of times he had been kicked around in fights. The USJ hadn’t been as messy, he’d still had rock dust everywhere. Hosu had been bloodier. Kamino hadn’t been clean, either.
But it was nicer to be this, dirty but in clean clothes, than stuck in his hero costume.
Mr. Aizawa approached, holding a small bucket of still-steaming water. “It’s cooled enough to be comfortable, but let me know if it’s too warm.” He glanced up, dark eyes searching. “Also, don’t say thanks. We need to make sure you don’t have any cuts under all that mud of yours.”
Gently, with a washcloth he dipped in the water, Mr. Aizawa started cleaning the blood off his leg, working down to his ankle rather than up. Oh, wait—he’s going—“Uhm, Mr. Aizawa.” He started.
“You’re not going to handle this alone, kid. I’m making sure you’re not bleeding anywhere.”
“Yeah, but—” He could see it now. All his hard work, all the effort he’d put into this, and just—one second. One second. It’d all be gone. It’d all be done, everything he and All Might had worked for. All of it would be for naught. “Aizawa, I need to—”
He curled his fingers into the edge of the mattress.
Held his breath.
He’s going to know.
“You don’t need to apologize kid.” Aizawa replied, shrugging. “I’ve done this before plenty of times. Trust me, if you’ve been in the business for the amount of time I have, you’ve stitched up plenty of people before, washed plenty of wounds. This is nothing.”
“I just, I mean—” Izuku shifted uncomfortably. Taking a shaky breath, he continued, “I really can patch my own injuries up, Mr. Aizawa. Just—”
“Leave it, kid. I can—” Aizawa paused, looking at Izuku’s foot.
Taking a shuddery breath, Izuku swallowed.
Aizawa’s gaze stayed on his foot for a little while longer. It didn’t look like he was actually staring at Izuku’s foot. More like something had connected in his mind. Little dots on a map, finally threaded together with bits of red string. “Midoriya.” He started. “Are you safe at home?”
“I—yeah.” He shifted on the bed. “I’m—my mom’s great. Dad hasn’t been around for a while. But…he writes. Sometimes. Sends money. Not enough, but I don’t think he really has an option.” Pulling his arms to himself, Izuku rubbed his arms. “I don’t…I’m sorry.”
“You were Quirkless.” Pausing for a second, Aizawa cursed under his breath. “There’s a Quirk that can transfer Quirks—”
“I didn’t—”
“Not what I’m saying.” He settled back on his heels. Looking at him, Aizawa said, “All Might gains a teaching position at Yuuei. His time where he can work begins to get limited. Really limited. And then, suddenly, a kid with a super powerful Quirk he doesn’t know how to handle appears at Yuuei.” Aizawa’s gaze bore into him. “So, if there’s a Quirk that can transfer Quirks, it’s logical to assume there’s a Quirk that can be transferred.”
“You…figured that out fast.” He murmured softly. “And you’re not…angry?”
“Angry? Kid, I’m not angry at you.” Aizawa said. Then, tilting his head to the side, he added, “Now, I might be a little angry at Yagi, but that’s for another reason. He’s the responsible adult. It’s his job to watch over you. He should have told me. Does anyone else know?”
“Bakugou, Recovery Girl, Nedzu. Tsukauchi. Sir Nighteye, for a little while, but…” Tilting his head to the side, he murmured, “You know what happened. So it was…it’s not a lot of people.” I guess there are a few others, but I’m not sure.
“What number are you?”
“Nine.”
Mr. Aizawa gave him an odd look. “Izuku Midoriya…is number nine? And All Might was…”
“Eight.”
“Yagi. Of course.” Shaking his head, Mr. Aizawa looked up, “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“I don’t know, but his mentor was Nana.” With something that could have been a laugh or a sigh, Mr. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Problem Child, you sure are something. We’ll deal with this later. First, we’re cleaning this up and then getting you that hot chocolate.” Nodding, Izuku went quietly.
Mr. Aizawa kept working quietly.
(In the end, everyone found their victims. Bakugou had carried All Might down the mountain by himself. Meanwhile, Shouto had skated himself, his team, and Thirteen down to the base camp. Hagakure and Shoji teased Snipe relentlessly about their exam, and Kaminari had ended up with Nedzu chilling on his shoulders. Mina and Uraraka were excitedly shouting with Mic about the adoption.
“Oh, by the way,” Izuku said over his hot chocolate, looking at him, “congrats on adopting Shinsou.”
Aizawa grinned at him, “Thanks.”)