Much to Uraraka's surprise, there is an entrance ceremony. One that's scheduled after lunch in order to accommodate Aizawa's impromptu tests.

"The fact that the school has to adjust around sensei's schedule," Kirishima looks at the teachers. All of them were seated on the chairs arranged on stage and were listening to the principal's speech. With the exception of their homeroom teacher, who was resting his head on Present Mic's shoulder and napping. "Does he do this every year?"

He doesn't get an answer, his classmates busy doing other things.

Midoriya seems intent on vibrating a hole from all the shaking he was doing, whispering fact upon fact for every pro-hero he saw in the faculty. Hitoshi keeps nodding his head, eyes half-lidded, he glances at Aizawa and has a look that says he's down with following their teacher's example. Bakugou is scanning the area that makes Kirishima wonder if this is how he starts climbing up ceilings and getting random chests. Uraraka looks mildly curious and fascinated (the most normal expression in the group).

He glances at the back. Iida looks like he's tempted to lecture their teacher at his blatant disrespect for falling asleep, hands twitching and mouth curved to a frown. He's only a little placated when someone comments that it could be worse, he could have brought his sleeping bag on stage.

Though as time passes, they can't say they blame him for sleeping.

The ceremony takes the rest of the day because of a speech. Just one speech, by one person. This is the time where the new students discover that the principal is incredibly long-winded. Cute as he was, the novelty wore off the more he kept vomiting word after word.

It's a relief when the ceremony finally ends. The students rush out, excited to pack up and leave.

Hitoshi joins with Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kirishima as they walk outside.

"It's finally done," he yawns, shifting his bag to one side. He rubs his eyes, trying to will himself to have some energy. The nap he had during the ceremony wasn't enough to remove the exhaustion he gained from Recovery Girl's healing. He and Midoriya were given a pass to go to the clinic after their teacher's test, Midoriya for his finger and him for his everything.

Getting thrown around had hurt.

Midoriya frowns. "You're still tired?" He asks. "You didn't eat the chocolate Recovery Girl gave you?"

"It's too cute to eat," he answers, bringing out the cat-shaped chocolate. Its happy face and whiskers were drawn with white frosting. "And chocolate's only going to give me a slight sugar boost."

Bakugou plucks the chocolate from his hands and turns it from side to side. "Not if it has healing properties," he comments, tilting his head. "Hearty... enduring... mighty... and tough?" He raises his eyebrows. "Where'd she get this?"

"It was a gift, I think," Midoriya answers. "There was a yellow box filled with more of that on her desk, I saw a card that said 'You can share these to your patients if you want to!'," he scratches his head. "It could be from All Might? The handwriting looked similar."

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you're that big of a fanboy to recognize the man's handwriting on sight," Hitoshi takes back the chocolate. "And ask Bakugou where this dojo he mentioned is."

"I'm not that bad!" Midoriya sputters.

"You scream 'Smash' when punching things," Hitoshi refutes.

"It helps me focus!"

"Does your All Might phone case and ringtone help you focus too?"

"A phone call is here, a phone call is here," Bakugou intones, miming unlocking a phone and putting it near his ear.

Kirishima laughs and pats Midoriya's back, who is stammering and flailing uselessly. "Aw, lay off, there's nothing wrong with idolizing a great hero!"

Midoriya's face turns the same shade as Kirishima's hair. "A-anyways, what dojo is he talking about, Kacchan?"

Bakugou gives him an amused look. "It's Kururugi Dojo," he replies.

"Oh!" Midoriya perks up. "That's a great idea!" He looks at Hitoshi. "Kururugi-sensei's quirk isn't similar to yours, but it still has the mind control aspect—sort of—and I bet he's met lots of people who have mind manipulating quirks, he can probably give you tips! Plus he's really good in teaching too!"

Hitoshi raises his eyebrows. "You know how to use a sword?"

"Just basics, I don't really like weapons," Midoriya shrugs. "Kacchan tried to find one for me, but nothing appealed to me besides my slingshot."

There are many things that Hitoshi would like to ask, so many things, the first being what weapons were thrown at Midoriya and how did Bakugou even get them. But he forgets about it when someone pats his shoulder. He stops and turns, everyone else stops too.

"Ah," he blinks. "Iida Tenya, right?"

Iida nods. "Are all your injuries healed?" He asks. "Shinsou-kun? Midoriya-kun?"

Both of them nod.

"Recovery Girl healed us," Midoriya shows his finger, free of any bruise.

"I'm sleepy though," Hitoshi yawns. "I might take a quick nap when I get home."

"You should eat your chocolate, Shinsou-kun," Midoriya says, frowning as Hitoshi yawns again. "It will help. You had more scratches and bruises than me, right? You're probably exhausted."

"But it's a cat."

Midoriya frowns harder. "Shinsou-kun."

It's adorable and effective.

Hitoshi looks at the chocolate cat sadly, considering he was planning to check on a dojo and not go home and take another nap like planned, it probably was a good idea to have some energy. No matter how temporary. He sighs and takes a small bite on one of its ears.

Aromas burst from the bitten ear, fresh lavender and rich cocoa. Hitoshi chews. "This isn't bad," he comments, taking another bite.

If one were focusing on him, they would have noticed the soft bubbles of light that floated around him as he ate.

He looks at the group with half-lidded eyes, then slowly looks at the chocolate cat on his hand. The shadows under his eyes looked lighter, less prominent. Though perhaps that was a trick of light.

"That was faster and more effective than any energy-soda-coffee concoction I've ever taken," he states, looking like he just found the answers to everything. "What's in this stuff?"

"Magic," Bakugou muses. "Not normal magic too, only great fairies can give multiple buffs in one item." He narrows his eyes. "Or... hm, I only knew a few people who could put multiple buffs in one item."

"Again, I understand those words but not in that order," Hitoshi says, taking another bite.

Iida looks at all of them in confusion, he opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by Uraraka bumping into him, hard enough to make him flail and topple forward. She'd been running as fast as she could to catch up to them.

Hitoshi wonders if Midoriya infected them with his habit of going overkill in doing things.

They go their separate ways soon. Midoriya to meet someone, Bakugou to do an errand, Uraraka and Iida to the station, and him and Kirishima to the bus stop.

They were the only people at the stop.

"You live nearby too?" Kirishima asks, breaking the silence as they wait for their respective buses.

He shakes his head. "No, I'd usually take the train. I'm just checking out this place Bakugou wants me to go to," he brings up a teared sheet of paper, on it was a written address.

"Ah," Kirishima shuffles his feet.

They were standing in silence once again.

"Hey, Shinsou."

"Hm?"

"I told you that you're manly, right?"

Hitoshi blinks. "Yeah?"

"And that I think you're amazing?"

"... Something similar to that," Hitoshi replies slowly. He didn't think he merited an amazing though. It was less amazing and more a desperate scrape to victory. He's average compared to everyone in his class.

"Because you are," Kirishima looks at him, intense and sincere. "And I do! You don't need a flashy quirk to be a hero. You don't—you don't need..." His voice gets softer. "You don't need to be flashy to be a hero."

He grasps Hitoshi's hands as he says this, shaking them for every point he makes.

Hitoshi gives Kirishima a long look. His wasn't a physical quirk, and that made it less effective in battle—it was weaker than his other classmate's quirks. Not ice or acid or explosions or strength. Not even something simple as-

... Huh.

He doesn't think it's just him that Kirishima is trying to convince.

"Neither do you," he says. "What was it you said before? That all you need is spirit? You have plenty of that already."

Kirishima blinks, then chuckles. "Heh, you don't have to make me feel better, you know?"

"I'm just telling the truth," Hitoshi shrugs.

Kirishima laughs, pink dusting his cheeks as he lets go of Hitoshi and rubs the back of his head.

Hitoshi is standing in front of a wide building.

"The last one in Korikaka street," he murmurs, rereading the directions on the paper again. "This is it, I think."

He looks at the large wooden doors in front of him, not as big as the ones in U.A, but still impressive. He sighs and pushes the door open, maybe he can inquire quickly and leave as soon as possible.

The inside was big, a wide expanse of smooth wooden floors and dark green mats. On the leftside was a long rack of woodenpractice swords,its wall decorated with works of calligraphy. On the right side were a few gym equipment, weights and dumbbells that were stacked neatly on the floor and a few punching bags hanging on the ceiling—all of them had a few rips and slashes.

At the center wall of the large room, in front of a white canvas that had the kanji for youth painted in thick black strokes, was a man sitting cross-legged. Eyes closed, face serene, and body relaxed and still. As they were the only people in the dojo, it was quiet enough to pick up the faint breaths of the man.

Was this meditating? Is this what meditating looked like? Should he say something? Get his attention? Come another time?

Maybe he should leave.

The man opens his eyes and jumps to his feet. "Hyaaa!" He cries.

Maybe not?

"Don't just stand there, kid!" The man laughs, gesturing him to come closer. He grins, and something about it seems familiar to Hitoshi. "If you're looking to learn sword techniques, you've come to the right place!"

Okay then?

The man tilts his head. "Unless you're looking for the post office, in which case, it's the third building behind the dojo."

"I—what?" Hitoshi shakes his head. "No, I really was looking for this dojo, to—uh," his voice goes softer, devolving into a mumble. "Someone told me this was a good place to get stronger? And to practice my quirk."

The man raises his eyebrow, looking at Hitoshi from top to bottom. "Well, you're not the worst start," he says. "I've had twiggier students. I can train you in fighting," henarrows his eyes, and Hitoshi feels that insistent tug of dejavu when those coal black eyes assess him. "But quirk practicing? I'm not qualified for that, you're better off asking your school—your quirk counselor could give better options."

"Oh," Hitoshi's shoulders slump at that. He hasn't had the best experience with counselors, they were better than his classmates and teachers, but not by much. "I didn't think there was still quirk counseling in high school."

It was compulsory for schools to give counseling, but only until middle school.

"For many schools, no, but U.A has always been an exception," the man smirks as Hitoshi jerks in surprise. "You're wearing the uniform, and I have a cousin who graduated from U.A. It's not hard to connect the dots."

Hitoshi glances at his blazer, the man had a point.

"What's your quirk?" The man asks. "Why did you think this would be a good place to practice it?"

"It's brainwashing," he answers, a little surprised how easy it is to say that. Bakugou suggested this place for his quirk, and even Midoriya agreed. Maybe he trusts them enough to be confident in sharing this? "I can control people when they respond to my voice. A classmate suggested this place for me after he found out I don't really practice with it."

The man hums. "It wasn't a bad idea, losing control of your body is a common sight here," he points at his eyes. "My quirk is possession, I can possess someone's body as long as they're in my field of view. I use it to teach my techniques."

Hitoshi blinks. "That's allowed?" There are people who are okay with that kind of teaching style? There are students who are willing to let people control them like that?

"If you have the license," he answers. "I'm allowed to use my quirk, but you're not. I know people are lenient to quirk use as long as you don't commit a crime, but I'm not risking getting you in trouble. Especially when you have a better option."

Hitoshi blinks some more.

The man gives him a dry look, and he swears it's really familiar now. "The dojo isn't certified for quirk use, and I'm not experienced in quirk training," he explains. "But there is one place that fits those two requirements, and you study in it."

Oh.

Well.

He was feeling kind of stupid.

"U.A added quirk counseling and training around the time All Might was a student," the man continues. "Most schools in higher education assume you already have decent control in your quirk, so any training is extracurricular."

That's what Hitoshi heard as well, counseling was only mandatory until middle school.

"U.A gives students the option for one-on-one quirk training in their classes," he sits down, cross-legged, and pats the floor. Hitoshi gets the unsaid message and sits down too. "And I mean beyond hero studies, there are three other courses after all. It's exceptionally helpful if quirks suddenly mutate and evolve, and for the students who developed their quirks after puberty."

Hitoshi raises his eyebrows. "That can happen?"

"Late bloomers weren't that rare when I was your age!" The man laughs. "Not common, but there were definitely more of them before," he wags his finger. "There was one around All Might's time in school too! It's vague, but I remember watching old videos of the sports festival as a kid, kept rooting for that student since he was such an underdog."

"Huh," Hitoshi wonders if All Might knew that student. "I wonder if there are some online."

"Why not ask your teachers for advice?" The man suggests. "It wouldn't hurt."

The man has a point, the teachers were probably different from his old ones. Aizawa looked more amused than wary when he used his quirk, even approving. He expects the rest of the faculty wouldn't be that different.

Studying in U.A should be enough, he has three years to learn.

"I'll think about it," he says.

Then again, why should he settle for just enough? With his dream? And his school?

It wouldn't be very Plus Ultra of him, would it?

"I'm still interested in training," he adds. "I want to get stronger."

He didn't want to rely on his friends all the time.

The man grins, wider and with more manic energy than before. His black eyes gleam with a silent challenge to surprise him even more. "Mah, no time like the present," the man stands up. "Put your stuff down and get a practice sword."

Hitoshi stands up as well. "Right now?" He asks.

"That's what's usually implied when people say no time like the present," the man says dryly.

Hitoshi narrows his eyes, now he really felt familiar. He takes note of the dark eyes and hair. He wasn't scruffy, the hair too silky and his face too clean shaven. He didn't have the look of someone who needed a century long nap. But everything else was uncannily familiar. The dark eyes, the manic grin, the bland tone when he was sarcastic.

"You said you had a cousin in U.A," he says. "Is he a teacher now?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, he's a teacher," the man grabs a practice sword from the rack. He gets another one and tosses it to Hitoshi. "A pro-hero too, though you wouldn't know him," he swings his sword, testing its weight. "Says media attention would get in the way of his work."

"An underground hero," Hitoshi catches the sword. "Eraserhead?"

"That's his hero name," the man says, and Hitoshi needs a second to pause and take in how small a world this life can be. "You've met him?"

"He's my homeroom teacher," Hitoshi holds up the sword curiously.

The man widens his eyes. "You mean he still has a class to do homeroom with?" He asks in disbelief. "He didn't expel all of you on the first day?"

Hitoshi lowers the sword and looks at the man, confused. "Are you talking about the test he gave?" He asks. "The one where we get expelled if we fail? Isn't that just a lie to motivate us?"

Silence.

The man stares at him.

Hitoshi stares back.

The man blinks.

Hitoshi blinks too.

The man blinks some more.

Hitoshi's eye twitches.

The man blinks in response.

This was getting awkward.

"Oh, you're serious," the man states. "I—okay, something to make fun of when he visits," he snorts. "Let's start, shall we?"

Hold on, pause. "He wasn't really going to expel us," Hitoshi insists. "... Right?"

"I forgot to introduce myself," the man says, ignoring Hitoshi's question. "I'm Kururugi Tesshin, a swordsman and teacher of the Swiftblade techniques."

"Shinsou Hitoshi," he replies on reflex. "It was a lie, right? He didn't expel any of us."

"Must see something in this year's batch," Kururugi mutters, then grins. A little too wide for Hitoshi's comfort. "Well, that just piques my interest! You have your sword, let's get started," his eyes bleed to a dark glowing crimson.

Hitoshi stiffens, not by choice. His fingers move, adjusting his hold on the practice sword. He holds the sword out with a confidence he knows he doesn't have, arms relaxed and still once they're in position. His feet spread, his lower body shifts his weight until it's steady and centered. His eyes don't leave Kururugi.

"I told you that I use my quirk for teaching," the man says.

There's a blanket of unnatural serenity enveloping every inch of himself, relaxing his muscles and calming his mind—keeping him from resisting the liquid warmth entering his body. Touching his bones, filling his organs, flowing in his veins.

In a matter of seconds, he finds that there's no space for himself. Something else is inside him, making him move.

So this is how possession felt like.

It's unnerving, to lose control of your own body and witness it move independently from your own mind. He could still feel and see and hear everything with perfect clarity. He could blink and breath like normal. But everything else was disconnected, he couldn't speak or stop or even wiggle if he wanted to.

Was this how people felt when they were under his quirk?

"Now then," Kururugi intones, red eyes gleaming. "Let's start with form one."

Hitoshi grips his sword and raises it above his head, poised to strike an invisible enemy.

Toshinori lands on the mat with a grunt, flecks of blood staining his chin. Smoke billows out from his skin as he poofs back to his true form.

Helia hovers above him, healing the small bruise he acquired from the hard landing.

"I'm so sorry!" Midoriya cries, breaking his stance and rushing towards him. Helia flies towards him, staying near his legs. "I didn't think I'd throw that hard! You were going so fast, and I just reacted and did that move you showed me and—ack!"

Toshinori huffs as Midoriya loses balance and falls from the sweep he does below his ankles. He gets up and wipes his chin, shaking his head as he sees Midoriya sprawled on the mat. Helia flies back, landing on his head.

"What have I told you about apologizing when we spar?" He scolds, offering his hand to Midoriya. "You shouldn't let your guard down so easily, my boy."

Midoriya takes the hand and pulls himself up. "S-sorry," he mumbles. "I'm just really scared of hurting you with y-your—I mean, my?—quirk."

Toshinori sighs, stamping down the irritation sprouting in him. "I'm not made of glass," he says. "I know my limits-"

Helia snorts above him.

"-and I assure you that a spar is something I can handle, even in this form."

Midoriya blinks. "Wha-? I know that," as nice as All Might was, he was pretty bad at holding back. "It's just me," he sighs. "Aizawa-sensei had to stop me two times because I lost control."

Toshinori blinks.

"I broke school equipment, I got injured," he looks down at his hands. "And my classmates got hurt because I couldn't control my strength," he clenches his hands. "I tried to lower the power but it doesn't work, I either hurt myself or others."

He droops. "I can't control this quirk at all."

"My boy," Toshinori places a hand on his shoulder. "You've only had your quirk for a month, expecting you to master it in that short time would be ridiculous."

Midoriya bites his lip. "What if I never master it?" He asks. "What if it's because I was originally quirkless?"

Much to Toshinori's dismay, Midoriya's eyes start to water. "My boy-"

"Maybe it's not natural for me to have a quirk," he sniffles.

"That's not-"

"Shinsou-kun had all those bruises and it's my fault, Kacchan and Kirishima-kun got hurt too," he rubs his eyes. "It was my idea and if I had just—if I was better at it then nobody would've been hurt."

"Young Midoriya-"

"You and Helia-san have been trying so hard to teach me and I still can't do it. What if I hurt someone else? What if I break something else? Maybe it's me who's slow," he hiccups. "Maybe choosing me was a mis-"

"Izuku."

Midoriya stops.

"Izuku," Toshinori repeats, putting both hands on his shoulders. "I'll say it again, it would be silly to expect you to have perfect control in a month."

Midoriya says nothing.

"Heck, it took me a year to have decent control," he smiles. "And I didn't have another quirk as a frame of reference either."

He waits for Midoriya to process his implication. Sure enough, the boy looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"No quirk?" He says softly, like he couldn't believe it. "You mean you were...?"

"Quirkless," Toshinori finishes.

If the boy's eyes were any wider, it would pop off his skull.

"I broke my bones plenty of times when I used One for All," he continues, giving a crooked grin. "Not to mention the amount of things I destroyed in the first few months was—well, I'm just glad that most of it was junk."

He's sure his old teacher still has pictures of the times he was practicing in that abandoned building, clicking away with his camera as he fumbled around. Laughing at him while he whined and complained to her about how mean he was being.

Pictures of times before U.A, before the grief and fear and urgency.

Before she died.

"Just like me," Midoriya whispers.

Not exactly, he's still here.

("For how long?" A voice asks, sounding too much like his old sidekick)

"I've made many mistakes in my life, my boy," Toshinori says. "But choosing you will never be one of them."

Midoriya hiccups, a fresh batch of tears ready to burst from his eyes.

Toshinori pats his head as he cries again. He'd hoped that saying those things would make him stop crying. Oh well, better happy tears than sad ones.

Honestly, if there's one thing the boy can improve on, it's his bouts of nonsense and his waterworks.

"You're doing well, my boy," he soothes. "Better than well, I saw your quirk assessment test this morning, you know?"

"O-oh my god," Midoriya covers his face and groans, his face going red. "That's the last thing I wanted you to see! I was so embarrassing."

Helia giggles, leaving Toshinori's head to land on Midoriya's. 'You were not!' She denies, patting on the forest of soft hair around her. 'You were very cool! Toshi wouldn't stop praising you, especially when you did your softball pitch! He even swore!'

"I did," Toshinori says, amused that even Midoriya's hands became red as well. "Focusing on the finger was ingenious, maximizing the power and minimizing the injury," he puts his finger on his lips and hushes. "Don't tell Recovery Girl I said that, though. I shouldn't be praising you for getting hurt."

Midoriya laughs. "She wasn't happy when she saw me," he agrees, putting his hands down. He glances up shyly. "... You called me by my first name."

Ah, that he did.

Toshinori coughs. "Apologies, my boy, I was being rude."

"No! No, not at all!" Midoriya denies, waving his hands. "I... it's nice," he admits. "Nobody's ever called me Izuku besides Kacchan and his parents," he fidgets. "And my mom."

'And me!' Helia pipes up from his hair.

"And you, Helia-san," Midoriya says. "You gave me your quirk and you're teaching me," he twiddles his thumbs. "You've given me a lot, I wouldn't mind."

Toshinori smiles and ruffles his hair. "If I'm allowed to use your name, then you're allowed to use mine," he says. "You've given me a lot of things too, my boy."

"O-oh, b-b-but that's—I mean, y-you're All Might and-!" Midoriya stutters, waving his arms more frantically now. His face was getting redder and redder as he stammered, looking more like a freckled tomato. "I can't possibly-!"

Helia leaves his head as he keeps moving too much for her to sit comfortably. She flies towards his face and pokes his red cheek. 'Just try,' she says. 'You need to call him something other than All Might when he's in this form anyhow.'

"That's true," Midoriya mumbles, remembering the times he always called him All Might in the open, no matter what form he was. And that time where people were present and they both panicked. The less risk in revealing the man's secret, the better.

He takes a deep breath. "C-can I call you Y-y-y-yyyy-ya-ya—"

Helia pokes his steaming cheek in fascination.

Toshinori almost sighs, observing the stuttering boy. Good grief, leave it to the kid to make saying his name a harder trial than cleaning an entire beach. "It doesn't have to be today, my bo-"

"Yagi-sensei!" Midoriya screeches loudly, making Toshinori and Helia jump back in surprise. "I-if that's okay with you," he says in a reasonable volume, looking away. "Y-yagi-san doesn't seem right since you're my teacher," if it were possible, his hair would have gone red by now. "And using your first name would be too... impolite."

"I wouldn't mind," Toshinori assures him.

Midoriya mutters something quietly. If Helia hadn't been near the boy, he probably wouldn't have heard him say, "Not everyone is American like you, we can't all be that casual."

Helia covers her mouth to muffle her snort-giggles.

"I'm Japanese, my boy," Toshinori says dryly. It always baffled him that the media speculated he wasn't Japanese, yet at the same vein would praise him for being the top hero in Japan. "Though if we're splitting hairs on my ancestry, I'm quarter-American and half-British."

Midoriya stares at him long, mouth opening and closing. He raises his hand as if he were in class.

Toshinori humors him. "Yes?"

"Why aren't your Smashes named after places in the UK then? And is that why your hero agency runs a charity called Gainsborough Foundation? And built a botanical park called Aerith's Garden?" He asks. "I always found it odd, the project names didn't fit your," he gestures at him. "Er... All American thing going on."

"I have family in the US, my parents and I used to visit them every summer when I was a child. That's where I got my inspiration," Toshinori smiles, remembering those days fondly. "As for the charity and garden, it's in memory of my mother."

He thought it was apt to name them after one of the kindest people he knew.

"You never really talk much about your family," Midoriya mumbles. "Or your life in general. You always avoid those questions in interviews, a lot like when people ask about your quirk."

"Privacy is a luxury for heroes, and there are risks in sharing your identity," it was also easier to keep his injury a secret, though that was an advantage he wouldn't realize until after his first surgery. "If it's not villains wanting revenge and hurting your family, then it's the media stalking your every move."

'You'd think they'd figure it out by looking at U.A,' Helia comments. 'Isn't the sports festival shown on TV every year? They don't use aliases either, they announce your real names.'

"School records are protected viciously in U.A," he explains. "And I doubt many would connect a young teenager with All Might, my hair was more similar to my true form." Plus he wasn't as good in using One for All that time.

"You're built like a brick shithouse in hero form," Midoriya agrees.

"Young Midoriya."

"You're built like a brick shithouse in hero form," Midoriya whispers softly.

Toshinori opens his mouth, pauses, then shakes his head.

"That's the best I can ask for, I suppose," he would be hypocritical of him to scold the boy that much, considering he swore many times in both Japanese and English.

"All the blonds I know swear," Midoriya realizes.

'I don't swear,' Helia disagrees.

Midoriya gives her a look. "Kacchan taught me Hylian."

'... I swear occasionally,' she amends.

"Mah, that wasn't a complete dismal performance!" Kururugi claps his hands cheerfully, unfazed at the sweaty lump on the floor that was his newest student. "Well done, my twiggy little student!"

Hitoshi mumbles incoherently on the floor.

"Get up, Shinsou-kun," Kururugi prods the boy with his foot. "You're not leaving this dojo until you've done your stretches. It wasn't that bad."

"Everything hurts," is the muffled groan on the floor. "My legs, my arms, my fingers. Let me suffer, I am in pain."

"And you'll be in more pain tomorrow if you don't get up and do your cool down," Kururugi explains patiently. "Now stand up."

Hitoshi grumbles and slowly stands up. "Can't you just possess me and do it instead?"

"I only use my quirk to show you my techniques, everything else is all on you," Kururugi says, putting back the practice swords. "Practice, conditioning, spars, those are things you have to do without my quirk—I won't hold my students' hands all the time. Now follow what I'm doing."

Hitoshi sighs and follows.

Midoriya stands up after he's tied his shoes and gets his backpack. "See you tomorrow, All Mi—I mean-!" he laughs shyly. "Yagi-sensei."

Helia coos.

Toshinori smiles, he could get used to that. He opens the door, intent on escorting him to his gate at least, and blinks as he sees someone near his gate. "Young Bakugou? Why are you here?"

Bakugou holds up a bottle of milk and shakes it for emphasis. "I'm also getting Deku, he's having dinner with me and my folks tonight."

"How did you know where All—Yagi-sensei lives?" Midoriya asks, running towards his friend. Toshinori follows.

"What, like it's hard?" Bakugou snorts.

"Yes?" Midoriya pouts. "I didn't know."

"That's because you have some weird qualms with politeness and shit," Bakugou says, giving Toshinori the milk. "It's not like he's a ninja when going home, though he is better than most, just follow him."

Toshinori looks pained. "Please don't make it a habit to stalk people, my boy," he says. "That's not something heroes do," a thought pops up that makes him worry. "That also includes breaking into other people's homes and trespassing."

"I wouldn't break into your house!" Bakugou scoffs, looking insulted.

Both him and Midoriya give him a look of disbelief.

"Unless it's some life or death kind of shit," Bakugou adds.

"That's not very reassuring, my boy."

"Best you can ask for, though," Midoriya comments, tugging Bakugou's sleeve. "Come on, our moms will worry if we're late. Bye, Al—Yagi-sensei!"

"Have a safe trip, you two!" He calls out. "And I hope you'll be prepared for your second day," he says quietly to himself.

He hopes he will too, tomorrow will be his first day as a teacher.

AN: I have some thoughts about the new characters I introduced this chapter, just check out my MTOH posts in Tumblr! (it's in my profile)

Also: No, there will be no Final Fantasy VII world logic or items. Any characters I put that aren't from Legend of Zelda will be just that, characters. I usually just get characters from other stuff (anime, games, books, etc) if I find they're perfect for the plot. It's more fun for me and less of a hassle when it comes to character design.

Specific games mentioned: Minish Cap, Breath of The Wild, Final Fantasy VII.
Terms mentioned:

Chocolate cat - The buffs that Linkatsuki mentioned are from Breath of The Wild. You can only have one buff when you're crafting food. If you try to mix in ingredients that have different buffs, the food will just be normal food (it will only heal).

Swiftblade - An NPC in Minish Cap. He teaches you three sword techniques, one of them the iconic Spin Attack.

Aerith Gainsborough - a character in FF7 (and Kingdom Hearts). Her moves are usually centered around healing and buffing the party. In Crisis Core, you find her tending to the flowers she planted in an old church.