I DID IT! Fanfiction on a Friday!

In all seriousness, probably the only reason yall didn't get any fanfiction on wednesday was due to me being busy with work, responding to reviews, and one of my story ideas taking the rest of that free time. But I'm ready to give yall some more MHA and I hope you enjoy this as this will be one of the last chapters in the calm before the storm.

I own only my characters and my plot.

Dalton's time in 1B went rather uneventfully after that. He was average in class, and spent the quirk training segments training with his gear. Sparring was where he excelled. Monoma was still on probation, so he was unable to challenge him, much to Monoma's chagrin. Kendo had found Dalton during one of his lunches with Mei and Pony to apologize for Monoma. After assuring her that there was no hard feelings, they began discussing the various matches the two had been in, with Mei chiming in on what babies would have helped. Before long she had joined their little had followed Kendo's lead, and the five were quickly becoming fast friends. As the days went on everyone began to settle into routine. When he wasn't being a prick(which was rare) Monoma actually excelled academically.

If you could suck up your pride enough to let someone talk down to you for thirty minutes to an hour, Monoma could teach you almost anything, though literature was his specialty. Dalton and Tetsutetsu bonded over working out, Dalton greatly helping with Tetsu's form, and Tetsu always managed to bring that same level of energy into everything. Keeping everyone going much longer than they would be able to without him. Pony's japanese was almost completely fluent after only a week or two thanks to her new friends, though she still liked messing stuff up just to get peoples reactions. Itsuka and Dalton became allbut exclusive sparring partners after everyone else all but started refusing to fight them, instead taking the punishment details. Their love of martial arts showed in their spars, with neither ever being a guaranteed victor. While Dalton had studied more martial arts, Kendo had remained focused on her core four. Regardless, the two never had any bad blood in their matches, always ending with a smile on their face. Dalton shared her love of motorcycles as well, though not to the same extent. When on class activities you could almost always find the five together, which lead to one of the largest bet rings in class history.

Only faculty knew of Nedzu's love of gambling, and he and Nemuri combined this love with her love of every student had money bet on them, and who they would wind up with. Due to human ficklety, Nedzu couldn't predict with confidence, which made the game far more fun to him. Izuku Midoriya had the most bets, with various teachers betting on just about everyone in that class winding up with Izuku. However, the close second was Dalton Veckar. The exchange student was kind, athletically built, and heroic by nature. Combined with the fact that three of his friends were girls and the money pool rapidly grew. Nemuri caught him and Kendo sparring in their spare time, and became quite convinced about the two. Nedzu believed that he had eyes for his fellow American, Pony, due to the time he spent acclimating her to Japan. Higaraki and Recovery girl had teamed up to raise the money to join the betting pool after seeing how Dalton brought Mei lunch every day, took the time to listen to her rapid fire babbling, and made sure she was taking care of herself. Aizawa hadn't been interested in other classes betting pools until he had seen Dalton and Pony out one night, simply sightseeing. The two were laughing and grinning, and their closeness brought a smile to his face,as he thought about the humble pie Nemuri and her wallet would inevitably take. He was about to leave when Pony's face got an almost serious expression on it. Now invested in what might happen, he got as close as he dared.

(So I was wondering something…..)

Dalton turned to face her at the shift in tone. (What is it?)

Pony seemed to get nervous, and Aizawa was wondering if he might have been too late to get in the betting pool when she dropped an entirely different bombshell than he had been expecting. (Doesn't your favorite hero teach at UA? Erase-something?)

Dalton laughed, and Aizawa listened on. (Eraserhead. Yeah he teaches 1-a. Why do you ask?)

Pony simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders as the two continued walking, unaware of their shadow. (It just came to me. I remember that he was one of your inspirations yet you've been hanging out with us in all your free time, or studying, so I wondered why you haven't tried to at least meet him.)

Dalton answered her instantly. (Because that's not why I'm here. I'm here to be a hero that one day Aizawa can respect. If I tried to go up and introduce myself as some fanboy…. He would have no respect for me at all….No I'm going to become a hero first, and when I am his equal, then I'll go talk to him.)

(You're so weird.) Pony said with a chuckle, playfully punching him in the arm, and they continued their nightly walk as Eraserhead zipped away across rooftops. The normally stoic hero grinned. This next generation might not be all that bad.

The next day Nedzu called an emergency staff meeting. As the panicked heroes rushed into the conference room, Nedzu signalled Powerloader, and suddenly Aizawa was bound tightly in his own scarves. Powerloader also gagged the underground hero while Nedzu instructed the rest to sit. Powerloader put the immobilized Aizawa in his seat, before making his way to his own seat. As the entire faculty stared at the principal with confusion and worry. Nedzu then hopped down from his seat and put a binder of paper in front of each of them. As the impatient ones began flipping through it, they grew only more confused. As Nedzu finished his round, he hopped in his chair, and clasped his paws together. "My friends, in front of you is the log of the UA fleet fund. For the few of you that don't know what this is," he shot a look at All-Might "this is how we keep the bets of student romances organized."

All-Might scrolled through the binder. "Why would-"

"You do not get to ask any questions about this All-might!" The principle said in a huff. Hopelessly confused, All-Might looked at the various staff members.

"What'd I do?" He asked.

Recovery Girl chuckled. "Your devotion to justice and hero work above all else made Nedzu pay off my car." The rest of the faculty chuckled, and All-Might just looked around, still confused but not willing to ask anything else.

Nedzu glared at Recovery Girl. "*sigh* Yes, but we are not here to discuss the past. Or for that matter the Fleet." Then seeing All-Might, he sighed again. "We call it the fleet, because the log is of the various ships in the school. Ships is here being used as the shortened form of relationships. Thus multiple ships make a fleet." All-Might thought about it for a second and then nodded his understanding. "Good, and now that we are all on the same page we can address why Eraserhead is bound in his chair."

The room turned to stare at the bound Eraserhead who seemed to be more annoyed than angry at his current state. Nemuri grinned. "Not that I'm opposed to strapping a man down every now and again, why is Eraserhead bound?"

Nedzu got deathly serious. "There is something wrong with our friend Aizawa. We all know about shapeshifter quirks, and various mind control quirks. I called you here to help me figure out what is affecting him."

Recovery Girl rolled her eyes. "And just what is so wrong with him?"

Nedzu met her stare. "Last page."

The teachers, save for an annoyed Aizawa, all flipped to the last page in their binders. As they reached it, Nedzu watched as they began scanning the various columns. Nemuri caught it first. She looked at him surprised, then back at the page, then at Aizawa, before going back to the page. All-Might surprisingly found it next, with the rest of the teachers following suit. All-Might gently put the binder down. "So Aizawa made a very large bet, why is this such a problem? He appears to have made such bets in the past, albeit not of this size."

Vald spoke up before Nedzu got a chance. "Because this is the first time he has ever bet outside of his class."

All-Might cocked his head quizzically. "Is that not allowed?"

Nedzu answered the thin man. "Of course it's allowed All-Might. As you can see I bet on the whole school pretty much, as do Nemuri and Recovery Girl. The issue is that this is the largest bet he has ever place, as well as the first time outside of his class. These factors are alarming in and of themselves, but when combined, they become quite terrifying indeed."

All-Might nodded, and began to ponder this information, when Recovery Girl got up with a sigh. "Why don't we just ask him?" She said, and then removed the gag.

Aizawa stretched his jaw for a bit before speaking. "Thanks Chiyo, anyways I am not mind controlled or anything like that. I'm just….. expanding my options is all."

Nedzu glared at him curiously, and Nemuri followed. Then Vlad spoke up. "You don't make gambles like this old friend, if you know something definite then your bet is invalid."

Aizawa smirked. "I don't know anything for certain. Besides, you're their teacher so you would know if something was up. I have a hunch, and I like her more than the others. She stabilizes him, keeps his drive in check, and inspires him."

Nemuri was still glaring suspiciously at him. "Even if that's true, the bet is too lopsided now with how much you put in."

Smiling, All-Might said "I can fix that!" Then began reaching into his pockets.

"That's not necessary All-Might, we will just need to give Aizawa some of hi-" Nedzu stopped as All-Might tossed a stack of money onto the table. Everyone turned to him and he looked down embarrassed.

"It's for whoever wins. There should be enough there to cover any difference…"

Nemuri's jaw stopped working and even Nedzu was speechless. Aizawa looked at the thin man with concern. "Why Toshinori?"

All-Might looked back at him sadly. "I know I suck at this teaching thing, and I know that my selfish heroics leave you all to pick up the slack some times…. But I am committed to this school, and to all of you guys." When everyone was silent, he shuffled awkwardly. "So… l-let me know the next time another boat-ship sets sail?" He asked hesitantly.

Nedzu eyed him suspiciously. "This doesn't get you off the hook for-"

Suddenly Recovery Girl smacked him on the back of the head. "Hush now." Then turning to All-Might with a smile she said "Welcome to the UA Fleet, Toshinori!"

With that they untied Eraserhead and began to review everyone's bets since they had a new member. Going over the various rules and how to broach a new ship for the group, before going into the numbers themselves. All-Might's smile didn't waver a single time, even as he got lost under the sea of numbers.

Aww. Yeah sorry bout this whole last part guys. When I was writing this it was only supposed to be Nedzu and Midnight and maybe a few others. Aizawa was going to be too apathetic to bet,Hizashi was going to be too bad at it to keep playing, and all might was going to be too busy. Instead, this came into my head. This idea of a chance conversation bringing Aizawa into the fold, and in a chain reaction, bringing all of the UA faculty into a family building moment. All-Might's guilt/fear that he is letting them all down, coupled with his loneliness from only being a hero for so long, and you get Sad-might.

I really hope you all enjoyed this, as it will be the ending of the good times for alot of these characters.

As always feedback is appreciated beyond words, and I hope you will enjoy what's to come!