"Pardon me, what can y-!"
"Waagh!"
"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"
"I-I'm fine..." Izuku said, rubbing his head even though it had been his ass he had fallen on. Taking the offered (perfectly manicured) hand, he stood up and found his hand in a vice grip.
"Great, now that we've established that..." The reporter grinned, holding a mic to his face, "Zetsukuma Junko for News 94! What can you tell me about having All Might as a teacher?"
It occurred to Izuku that this was, in hindsight, something he should have prepared for. After all, he had checked the hero forums last night and found some of his yearmates (or at least, who he assumed to be his yearmates - he had no idea who "BattleFist39" or "MidnightHurricane" were) raving about All Might's teaching abilities. And in this age of information, forums were bound to have scoop-hungry reporters circling like buzzards.
"Uh..." Izuku's mind drew a total blank, but suddenly he found himself yanked backwards into another person.
"Izu-cha~n!" Said the surprisingly cheery and weirdly accented voice of Jirou Kyouka, "What're ya doin' in that bimbo's hands? Ain't she a lil' too o~ld?"
"O-old?!" Zetsukuma stamped her foot, clearly offended by Jirou's statement.
"Yeah, ya hag!" Jirou said, pulling Izuku through UA's gates, "Old! And don't let me catch ya hangin' onto Izu-chan again!" Once they were out of sight of the reporters, Jirou finally let go of Izuku. "Phew..." She said in her normal tone of voice, "Sorry, Midoriya, for doing all that, but you were obviously uncomfortable, and that bitch was just, ugh."
"Oh... Uh, thanks?" Midoriya said, unsure of what just happened.
"Don't mention it." Jirou shrugged. She looked at him. "Seriously, don't. It's not that you aren't a catch, but I'm not into boys."
"O-oh... Uh, nice?" Midoriya asked, "I, uh, wasn't gonna, um... Uh, any girls catch your eye?"
Jirou's face flared up, but she quickly collected herself. "...Yaoyorozu." She stated, and then pulled open the door. Midoriya followed her to find a small group of people gathered around Yaoyorozu's desk.
"I was thinking of an open back," Yaoyorozu said, drawing on a piece of paper, "So that-"
"But you'll be wearing a crop top!" Ashido said, pointing to a different section, "If you're wearing a backless outfit, there's nothing preventing your boobs from slipping out!" Izuku's face heated at the mere mention of the concept, but he said nothing as he walked up to today's commotion.
"Ashido Mina, I have concerns about the patterns and colors you've chosen." Tokoyami Fumikage said, holding up his own swatch of palettes.
"We'll burn that bridge when we get there," Kaminari Denki said, waving off Tokoyami's sputtered "Cross!", "What I'm saying is that her boots shouldn't cover her legs so much. Your Quirk relies on flesh, right?"
"Fat," Yaoyorozu said, scribbling something in the margins of the paper, "My Quirk relies on my body's lipids to create objects."
"So, kinda like poop?" Sero Hanta threw out from across the room, only to be met by Jirou's enraged punch.
"Disgusting," Shiozaki sniffed, "Yaoyorozu-san, may I recommend a cloak? That way, you can cover yourself if you accidentally shred your clothes."
"That makes sense..." Yaoyorozu mumbled, "But in that scenario, is my regular outfit not usable?"
"Not in the slightest." "No." "You kidding?" Tokoyami, Ashido, and Kaminari chorused.
"Uh, Yaoyorozu..." Izuku spoke up, having been watching the group during the entire exchange, "Why not put zippers on the outfit, so that you have detachable parts?"
"Well, see, we thought about that..." Kaminari said, "But we eventually threw it out cause it would require a lot of flexibility to reach those zippers."
"Yeah. Plus, what if it catches in the middle of battle?" Ashido shrugged. "Why not just give her shorts to begin with?"
"So y'see, what we're arguing about right now," Kaminari continued without missing a beat, "Is the top. We can't just have her shred her top whenever she makes like, I dunno, a blanket, but we can't deny the possibility of her doing that."
"What about just an opening in the back, then?" Izuku offered, "Not a totally backless thing, but it's still connected in the back at the top and bottom, so that there's an open space in the middle?"
"But then where would that top bit go, then?" Tokoyami wondered.
Izuku looked at their design so far. It was simple design: gloves, crop top, shorts, flat-soled boots that went up to her knees, utility belt...
"...Does the crop top need cleavage?" He wondered aloud, and they all looked at the design.
"...Kaminari Denki." Tokoyami growled.
"Hey, I didn't suggest that!" Kaminari's voice pitched up.
"...I apologize..." Shiozaki said, blushing, "I was working under what I'd seen of heroes like Ryukyuu and Uwabami, and..."
"It's alright, Shiozaki-san," Yaoyorozu smiled, "I truly didn't see anything wrong with it, either..."
"Well, maybe if it covered her neck," Izuku continued, "And didn't cover her arms, then maybe..." Izuku trailed off as he realized that he was effectively commandeering the whole design process, and he drew his hand back as if it were electrocuted. "Ah, s-sorry! Got carried away there, aha... Uh..."
"No, no, thank you, Midoriya-san..." Yaoyorozu smiled, "This'll surely help with the design process... It makes sense, too, so I'll try to incorporate your ideas."
"Ah, you don't have to-" Izuku assured Yaoyorozu.
"No, no, I insist! You're such a great help, Midoriya-san!" Yaoyorozu said.
"Alright, now that that's settled..." Tokoyami sighed, "Ashido Mina, your pattern ideas are atrocious."
"You wanna take this outside you tengu-looking motherfucker?!"
"I'd prefer it," Aizawa said, walking into the room, looking even more frazzled than usual, "If you would take it to your desks, instead. Homeroom will now begin."
Immediately, everyone was in their seat, staring directly ahead.
"Alright. Now then..." Aizawa sighed roughly, "I really have no choice, but I'd like to get this out of the way..."
The class gulped with anticipation. What sick exercise would Aizawa inflict upon-
"We need a class representative."
Oh.
"Basically, here's the deal: I don't care how you do it, we just need one," Aizawa said, walking over to his sleeping bag (which looked exactly like a sleeping bag Izuku was certain he had seen Bakugou purchasing at one point) and getting in. "So get it done before the period's over, alright?" And so, Aizawa was asleep.
The entire class immediately sprang into an uproar, or at least the most quiet uproar they could manage, with every student, from Aoyama Yuuga to Asui Tsuyu, totally ready to take on the position of representative of Hero Course Class 1-A.
"I think that I would like to be class president," Aoyama sparkled, "After all, the position was positively made for me, non?"
"Humility is an important virtue," Shiozaki said, "Even so, I believe I would be the best fit for the position..."
"Actually, can I be class president?" Ojiro Mashirao raised his hand, "It'd be nice to have a responsibility like that."
"Please, you got tricked by me and Hagakure!" Satou Rikidou said, "Speaking of, it should definitely be Hagakure, y'know?"
"Nah, I don't wanna do it. Too much pressure!" Hagakure said, "Besides, Ashido could probably do it!"
"Yeah!" Ashido cheered, but not too loudly, "I'd love a leader position like that! Let me do it!"
"As if!" Bakugou sneered, a bit too loudly, "I should be class pres, because I'm obviously the best!"
"If you're the best, then how did Deku outsmart you?" Uraraka smugly giggled, and she high-fived Shouji, "No offense, Deku."
"None taken, Uraraka," Izuku smiled.
"What'd you say, round-face?!"
"Bring it on, napalm-breath!"
"Classmates!" Iida said, standing up, "Why do we not simply hold a democratic election?!"
"Because people would just vote for themselves?" Kaminari suggested, "We don't really know each other well, so..."
"Then that is for all the better!" Iida replied, "Because then the person with the most votes is definitely the correct choice to lead us!"
"Okay!" Uraraka said, turning away from her heated staring match with Bakugou (who happened to blink the minute her eyes broke contact, rendering the match as a tie), "So, everyone then write down your choices for class rep and the persons with the top two votes will be president and vice-president!"
Kouda quickly made a small origami box, and everyone wrote their choices for class president. For Izuku, it was an easy choice: Iida Tenya, as the boy seemed like he would surely enjoy such an activity. In fact, Izuku thought as the votes were being tallied, there's no way that anyone but Iida will be president.
"Cheer up, class pres!" Uraraka said as she sipped her juice, "If you won that means people believe in you!"
"I understand that, Uraraka..." Izuku moaned from inside his arms, "It's just, what do I do as class president? I don't know the first thing about leading a classroom, I'm used to being told what to do. I've never even had a pet, or a potted plant, or anything, how can people expect me to be a good class representative? And not even getting into my duties, do I just, what, get everyone to- Uh, sorry..." He noticed he was mumbling and quickly shut up.
"Why should you apologize?" Iida said, "It is precisely the reason that you question so many things that I voted for you. There is no doubt in my mind that you would be an excellent leader."
Izuku blinked. "You... voted for me?" Izuku asked.
"So did I!" Uraraka said, "Who'd you vote for?"
Izuku was startled. He had actually gotten four votes - who were the other two? "Uh, Iida?" When Iida looked at him, Izuku realized it sounded like he was asking for Iida's attention. "I-I mean, I voted for you, Iida! Y-You just seem like the type to really want the job, and, well, you'd probably be much better at it than I am, so, uh..." Izuku trailed off, red in the face.
"Um... R-Right..." Iida flushed, stuffing a whole onigiri into his mouth.
And so, the table dissolved into relative silence.
That is, of course, until the intruder alert began to sound.
In the end, Izuku abdicated the position to Iida. Aizawa didn't particularly care, and everyone agreed that it was probably a good idea - after all, Izuku was considered particularly skittish in front of large groups. Izuku agreed, but also thought it was a little unfair; he was getting better at public speaking, surely, and was also working on being more fearless.
Being virtually unkillable was a valuable trait in regards to that last bit.
Nonetheless, the week sped by again, and suddenly, it was Thursday.
"Midoriya-kun!" Yaoyorozu said, calling him over, "Has the support company sent you your repaired suit?"
"Ah?" Izuku said. This is sudden. "No, they haven't... I'm thinking of just wearing my gym uniform to tomorrow's Hero Studies exercise, honestly."
"Hm..." Yaoyorozu thought, "You said the fabric that survived was blastproof?" She asked, pulling out her phone.
"Y... Yes?" Izuku said, wondering exactly what Yaoyorozu was doing.
"Do you know what your measurements are, Midoriya-kun?" Yaoyorozu asked him nonchalantly, taking out a piece of notepaper and writing down several complex chemical compounds.
"Wha- N-No, not really..." Izuku stuttered, getting an idea of what Yaoyorozu was doing.
"Hm, that'll make it complete guesswork then..." Yaoyorozu hummed, and then, without warning, she stood up and grabbed Izuku's biceps.
"Eep! Yaoyorozu-san!" Izuku squeaked, attracting the attention of Iida, Jirou, and Ashido.
"Hm, your biceps are surprisingly large for someone of your build..." Yaoyorozu hummed, totally unconcerned with the scene she was making, "So it wasn't my imagination that you found your sleeves slightly tight last Friday?"
"Wh- Yaoyorozu-san, how did you-"
"You were pulling on the sleeves," Yaoyorozu said, writing down some numbers and question marks, "Which indicated discomfort according to the tightness. Now then, if you'll excuse m-"
"Ah, Y-Yaoyorozu-san, you don't have to, uh, make me a new costume..." Izuku stopped her.
"Oh? Is this about my Quirk?" Yaoyorozu blinked. "Don't worry, I'll go to the restroom to do so-"
"Nonono, I mean, that makes sense, do that, but, just," Izuku sighed, "You don't, have to do this for me. I'll get my costume in due time."
"Hm?" Yaoyorozu looked confused. "But I want to do it; it wouldn't be fair for everyone else to be fully equipped while you're left struggling. Besides, I wanted to thank you for your input on my new costume. You're such a good help, and I've already given gifts to the others who have helped me, so..." She trailed off.
"I-" Izuku almost felt like crying. "Th- Thank you, Yaoyorozu-san... I... I'd like that, actually... Uh, th-the new costume, that is."
Yaoyorozu smiled. "Wonderful, I'll get on finalizing the measurements and such during lunch!"
"Fellow students!" Iida cried, "Please get into your seats! Homeroom is about to begin!"
And Thursday passed as such, and it was, once again, Friday.
This particular Friday, however, would prove to be Izuku's worst Friday to date.
Not that he would know.
