CHAPTER 10

A/N: Thanks to those who fav/followed my fic, and all anonymous readers!

So, I got stuck, inspirationally speaking. And also, time-wise speaking. I already told you guys that the upcoming months were going to be hellish to me, so please bear with me and my awfully late updates.

One thing before delving into the story; every writer encourages (or at least should encourage) their readers to give CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, NOT mindless whining that accomplishes only the annoyance (and often discouragement) of the writer, which could result in an even wider delay in the updates. So, if you don't like ANY aspect of my story, please don't just whine about it and give me some input in how I can improve so that it's enjoyable for you guys. I'm NOT an English-native speaker, and I'm not a hundred percent perfect in the language; many things that I try to say usually fall short because I lack the vocabulary I require to convey the full extent of its complexity. If you have any doubts regarding what I meant at this or that scene, feel free to give me a review or PM me directly asking me, just like Heitor does (love your reviews by the way). Guys, I'm human, and I don't bite. Don't fear me so much. Just don't give me reviews that only complain about this or that, because it could end in me quite ignoring you or giving a rage-chapter, and neither you nor I want that.

I'm sorry for the rant and the awfully long AN, I didn't intend it to be so lengthy. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding, and please enjoy this new chapter.

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia belongs to the fabulous author Kohei Horikoshi. I only own a couple OCs.

"En-kun, breakfast is ready!" Mom came to knock on my door.

"Coming!" I made sure I didn't forget putting my homework in my bag before exiting my bedroom and walking over to the dining table, hands securing my goggles around my head. "Good morning, Mom, Kaito-san."

The giant man turned to me with a smile, the frying pan with delicious-smelling pancakes in his mitten-covered hand. "Good morning, Young Master."

As I sat down, I suddenly noticed there was a member short on our family. "Huh? Where's Akira-san?"

"I asked him to go buy some things from the grocery store." Mom answered, coming over to the table and pecking at the top of my head. "Nothing urgent, but he should be back any moment now."

I relaxed. It was strange for Akira to be late for one of his assignments, but he'd probably been caught in the morning traffic. Neither Kaito nor Mom looked worried though, so he'd probably called in and alerted them of his lateness.

And so we finished our breakfast and got ready for our day. Mom had chosen to take different lessons so as not to get bored in the long morning hours, and that day it was ballet lessons -something she wasn't exactly great at, but managed to overcome her difficulties with enthusiasm. Kaito had medical appointments that day -nothing serious thankfully, just a routine check-up. Akira would stay at home in clean-up duty.

And me... Well, I had classes of course. I had to run at full-speed however because I was about to be late. Maybe I'd buy a bicycle to cover the distance in less time and not be worried in being late any longer.

Fortunately, it was five minutes before the bell rang when I arrived at U.A. However, contrary at what I expected, there were no reporters anywhere. I frowned, but quickly erased it as I spotted Kirishima at the metallic doors, showing his credentials to the robot guarding them. The two of us quickly got inside no problem, chatting and wondering what we would do for that day.

Turned out, the day after the Trial of Battle wasn't the day the famous reporters tried to swarm into the U.A doors in search of answers about All Might's heroic classes. That was good on one hand, because that gave us 1-A students a reprieve of what was yet to come (and me to actually begin to strategize the so-dreaded USJ Villain Invasion)- on the other hand however, the anxiousness wasn't doing good to my stomach and my sleep-deprived body.

For years I'd recollect my (slowly hazier) memories from my past life as best I could and write them down each night before going to sleep, in a diary I kept with me at all times. I was worried someone would steal it however, so I had to form a self-made code mixed with what I could remember from the Quenya alphabet (of Lord of the Rings, yeah, loved the films and the book so-fucking-much!) to hide any potentially harmful information. I hoped most of the information written down would become obsolete because of me changing things, but at the same time, I dreaded the moment.

Because I couldn't kid myself. I was going to change things, sometimes whether I liked it or not. Aizawa-sensei getting injured was not an option. Bakugo getting kidnapped was not an option. All Might facing All for One... I wasn't sure I could do anything to change that, but I'd certainly make sure that wasn't the last fight the Symbol of Peace would have in his life.

'Baby steps, Enzeru.' I thought, breathing heavily as I entered the class with Kirishima and greeted them with the eternal kind smile on my face. 'The next event after the Trial of Battle is the reporters being a pain in the ass, the naming of the class-president and the first 'indirect' contact with the Villains.'

There was still time for preparations.

Classes went by surprisingly fast that day, as if somehow Fate sensed my dread for the following days. Apart from Bakugo coming back to his usual prick attitude —if a bit somewhat subdued— or the fact that poor Midoriya couldn't take notes because of his cast-covered arm, or even when most of the class looked sore and tired from the Trial of Battle, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Life as a student, relived through the eyes of an adult like me, turned out to be incredibly boring and dull, in comparison with the My Hero Academia events that... stuck out of the ordinary, I guess you could say.

All in all, everything seemed normal. What a normal student should enjoy perhaps.

"Hm?" I turned in surprise to Uraraka. "Form a study group?"

Whereas I belonged to a study group with Gurakumi and Matsuoka (and occasionally Shoto when we managed to drag him with us), we'd normally just goof around and leave the study proper to the last possible moment. It helped a bit that our grades were pretty good, so we didn't have to actually worry about studying hard; except poor Matsuoka, he got to study hard anyways.

But belonging to a study group with Class 1-A students? Somehow it didn't cross my mind, with it being so casual and... I don't know, maybe a bit scholarly? I've always been so centered in the 'fantastic' part of My Hero Academia that I actually forgot that it was still an anime reflecting students living their life through highschool, Quirks or no.

"Well I certainly don't mind accepting the offer, but..."

Uraraka beamed in happiness. "That's great! Thank you for accepting Hoseki-kun!"

I blinked at her enthusiasm. "You're welcome, but why me?"

"Well you were recommended, right? That means you were at the top of your school to be recommended by a Pro Hero! We already asked Todoroki-kun and Momo-chan to join our group!" She glanced over at Midoriya and Iida talking with Shoto just as he was about to leave the class, but judging their expressions, my cousin just rejected their offer. I sighed and drew a fond smile on my face as the two dejected students followed by Yaoyorozu approached us.

"Todoroki-kun rejected us." Midoriya looked as despondent as he sounded, even having some unshed tears in his big eyes.

"Shoto likes doing things his way." I tried to console him with a friendly pat on his shoulder. "Don't look so down about it." He directed a small smile at me, still troubled at not being able to convince my cousin but at least relieved we were there.

"So will it only be the five of us in the study group?" Yaoyorozu looked around. "We can ask around at the rest of the people to see who else wants to join."

"No need, we're coming too!"

Somewhat startled by the sudden voice almost screaming in my ear, I swirled around to see Hagakure, Jiro, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Kaminari all bundled up behind me. The rest of the class, they explained, either outright refused to join or already left before knowing of the study group. The one that shouted, Hagakure apparently, giggled as she stepped away from me.

"That's... a lot of people." Uraraka commented with a small smile, sweatdropping at the amount of people. "Do we even have a place to stay that it's large enough for all of us?"

All of us exchanged glances... and most began talking at the same time. Some proposed going to the nearest library to book a study room, but we were simply too many and we'd make a lot of noise regardless, so that was out of the question. Going to bars or some get-together would lead us to not study at all and get distracted -which mostly Iida and Yaoyorozu disagreed almost completely. And about the houses, well some were too far or too small for everyone to fit in comfortably.

Just then I had a spark of genius. My own house, while a bit far, was actually not too far as to go on bus or train, and was big enough for everyone to fit in. Furthermore, the food Akira and Kaito made was absolutely divine and made enormous proportions for my almost insatiable appetite.

And so, I proposed it to them, extending the invitation to come eat at my place too.

"Really!?"

I was met with a chorus of incredulous and grateful looks from most of them. I smiled, chuckling in amusement.

"Of course." I nodded at how enthusiastic they looked. "I've never had this many people coming over at my house, but I trust there will be space more than enough for everyone to fit in rather comfortably."

"B-but what about your family?" Midoriya frowned in concern. "We're a lot of people and we'll make a lot of noise..."

I paused. True, I didn't think of Mom, Kaito and Akira. Would they be upset at me inviting so many people over to my house? Sure, the butlers wouldn't put any inconvenience, but what about Mom?

"Maybe you should give 'em a ring." Kaminari suggested, miming the motion of calling with his forefinger and thumb.

Thankful for the advice, I smiled as we got out of the building. Because of the use of mobile phones being restricted around U.A, we had to get out of the barrier, and then I called over at home -I admit I had a difficult time remembering the phone number since very rarely I called directly at home.

It was Kaito who picked it up.

"Hoseki residence."

"Ah, Kaito-san?" I piped up, ignoring everyone's looks as I talked. "It's me, Enzeru."

"Oh, Young Master." I distinctively heard the surprise in his voice. "Is there any problem?"

"Well..." And I quickly explained the situation to him. Only when I finally finished speaking, he hummed in deep thought.

"Hm... Today is Tuesday, so Koe-sama is currently out in her singing and piano lessons. Akira and I are currently making lunch. How many people will be coming over, Young Master?"

"Let me see..." I counted my friends, frowning at the amount. "Including me, we're ten."

"Then there is no problem. Please bring them over if you wish."

My eyes widened in surprise, a confused frown showing on my face. "Hold on a second, isn't it an inconvenience to you?"

"Not at all, Young Master. In fact I'm delighted to make food for so many friends of yours. Furthermore, we're your butlers; you order, we obey. All we have to do is make sure that they feel comfortable in our abode."

Somehow, that sentence saddened me. Sure they were only my butlers, but I considered them my family despite of that. That they showed me this much deference without taking into account their discomformity to my decisions irked me a bit. I mentally resolved into talking with both of them at the end of the day.

"Then we'll be coming over in an hour."

"As you wish, Young Master."

I hung up, and smiled at my intrigued friends. "You're all invited to come and eat if you wish so."

"For real!?" Kaminari and Kirishima exclaimed at once, followed by most of the group. At my nod, they began texting and/or calling their own families to inform them of the impromptu plan.

"Are you sure it won't be an inconvenience for your family, gero?" Asui tilted her head to the side, touching her lip with a finger, having finished talking with her own family.

We quickly went on our way, me leading the way to my house at a much-slower pace that I'm used to so that Akira and Kaito had time more than enough to make the food for the rest of us.

"My butlers approved it, and my mother is currently out in her singing lessons, so she probably won't be back until later in the afternoon." I explained to her with a smile.

"Damn, I always forget you're filthy rich." Kirishima whistled at my mentioning of my butlers.

"Well they're more my family than my butlers despite their insistence." I chuckled, though his comment did hurt me a bit. Being rich always attracted the wrong attention back in junior high. "Anyways, as long as they approved, then all is good. Fair warning though, I hope you're famished because they'll probably cook for thirty people at least."

"No worries!" Kirishima boasted. "I'm as hungry as a starving lion right now!"

Growl~

A growling sound came from his stomach, confirming his statement and making all the others roar in laughter at how miserable the red-head suddenly looked. I just kept smiling and occasionally laughing when needed, and also answering questions when asked, but otherwise just kept to myself.

At least until we finally arrived to my apartment.

"I-is this your whole house, Hoseki-kun?" Ojiro pointed the enormous building with a shaky finger.

"Oh-no-no, I live in the last floor." I answered, putting an amused smile on my face but unable to feel the amusement. In a way, being rich got me through many years of solitude because of people wanting to be my friend because of my wealth and not because of who I personally was. Boasting about my richness always left a bitter taste in my mouth.

We had to get in the elevator in groups because the maximum capacity was ten people and Shoji and I occupied a lot of space -also I felt claustrophobic with so many people in a small place, squishing me against the walls.

"Man, even the hallways look luxurious..." Kaminari commented as he looked at the hallways, dressed in an expensive-looking paintwall and some artistic pieces that I knew only costed half the price of the originals... and still costed a whole fortune. "You must be swimmin' in money in here, huh, Hoseki?"

I awkwardly chuckled, searching for my keys. "Well I try not to think of my family's wealth as much as possible. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

I swear I felt someone's piercing eyes digging in the back of my head, but quickly shrugged it off when I opened the door. "I'm home!"

Akira and Kaito were already waiting at the kitchen door, both dressed formally and with aprons around their waists. Akira even had Mom's pink mittens.

"Welcome home, Young Master." They both greeted with a bow at the waist.

I smiled in greeting and quickly stepped aside, letting the others inside and take their shoes off. My friends just stood in the doorway however, taking in what little they saw of my home from the entrance with eyes as wide as plates and mouths agape. It was only later than Kirishima's stomach reminded him and the rest of the mouth-watering aroma coming from the kitchen.

"What's that delicious smell!?" Hagakure exclaimed.

Akira smiled, obviously flattered by her enthusiastic exclamation. "That young Miss, is roasted beef with a bed of potatoes and carrots, along with a caprese salad, pesto pasta and an assortment of desserts and fruits for your delight." He topped that off with a grandilocuent bow.

"It really sounds delicious." Yaoyorozu commented, a blush covering her cheeks as her stomach loudly rumbled too.

"There's a bit of everything if anyone has allergies." I explained as they all took slippers to put on from the cupboard near the door.

More awing sounds as they finally stepped into the living-room/dining room area, gigantic and bright, with small details like photos and plants (that Mom personally tended). The wide TV hung almost unused atop the chimney.

"This place is huge!" Ojiro looked around.

"Is that a Kuhn Bosendorfer Grand Piano?" Jiro suddenly noticed the great piano near the balcony, unconsciously gravitating towards it with a glint of admiration in her eyes. "It's got the decorated bench with 100,000 jewels polished by hand-cut glasses as the rumors say! That's insane!"

As I indicated them to leave the handbags in the living room atop the sofas, I smiled awkwardly at her. "Well it was a present for my mother from the elders. We just couldn't throw it out."

"Why would you!? This is one of the most expensive pianos in the world!" She seemed to notice how agitated she sounded, because she forced a cough before brushing some invisible specks from her skirt, awkwardly. "Though I'm more interested in rock than classical music."

"I'm afraid my mother would tell you more about music than me. I have absolutely zero talents regarding music." I laughed while rubbing the back of my head.

"That's perfectly alright, Hoseki-san! Admitting one's weaknesses is a symbol of strength and wisdom!" Iida puffed out his chest and lifted his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, his lenses glinting in the sunlight.

Midoriya sweatdropped with an awkward laugh, sitting very stiffly in the comfy sofa, Iida and Kaminari at both his sides. I sat in my couch alone in front of the chimney (where I would spend many nights reading at the light of the fire), Hagakure enjoyed the massage chair with a delighted grin; Ojiro, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Jiro took over the last sofa, squeezing a bit but still managing to stay comfortable.

"It's best that we sort out our homework before eating." Yaoyorozu proposed, taking out her agenda with a business-like expression. "That way, we would be far more efficient when we begin to study."

"I agree wholeheartedly, Yaoyorozu-san!" Iida nodded enthusiastically.

The others however didn't seem to agree, much to my silent amusement. Most were far more attentive to what I had at home or the food Akira and Kaito were cooking than what our teachers told us to do at home. It was after much insistence from the two nerds (four if we counted Midoriya and myself) to at least cooperate in sorting out our homework as to make this more amenable and leave some time to relax after homework.

Lunchtime came surprisingly quickly, and to much delight from my hungry classmates. It was truly a different sight from what I was usually accustomed to, seeing them so boisterous and loud, trying to rob from each other's plates. At first they all behaved perfectly well, perhaps feeling a bit subdued with all the correct aura the house and my butlers exuded, but soon there was yelling, pushing and pulling, and even one or two times a plate or a vase almost fell to the floor. Luckily we weren't using any of the valuable cutlery, or else the earful I'd get from Mom and the butlers would be really serious.

And laughter, lots of laughter.

I'd been raised with an aura of gentle seriousness, a certain behavior expected from me at all times. I had to be proper, showing off my social status even before I opened my mouth. Back when I was still Peter Moonhill, I was much freer in expressing myself, even if only with my irate raging rather than laughter. I expressed everything I wanted with my fists and my feet, fighting when my words failed to come out. As Hoseki Enzeru, however, I became much more restricted emotionally speaking, because I had to hide everything behind a blank mask of fake politeness or cold indifference.

That summed up with the fact that I was an adult who pretty much forgot to be a child and, well...

It sucked.

The four top-tier students (Iida, Yaoyorozu, Midoriya and I) had distributed ourselves so that we got to teach the subjects we had more proficience on to the others. I tried to help with Biology and Geology, my personal favorite subjects, Yaoyorozu with English and Mathematics, Iida with Chemistry and Physics, and Midoriya with Contemporary History and Ethics, Politics and Economy (though personally the latter had a really well-rounded knowledge of every one of the subjects and could help with either one). I'd hoped (as well as Iida and Yaoyorozu) that during study time the boys would be at least less rambuctious and more subdued in order to concentrate in the subjects, but alas, that was wishful thinking. I swear I never saw Midoriya get so flustered trying to explain Kaminari about the differences between Japanese modern society before and after the first Quirk manifested. The poor blonde didn't seem to get just how police worked back in the day to catch the evildoers without Quirks.

From time to time, Akira or Kaito would approach us and ask if they wished anything to drink or eat, offering biscuits and/or any sort of refreshment. I wasn't sure about it since they always kept their emotions hidden behind a iron wall, but maybe they felt surprised at how much feelings I expressed in the company of my friends.

Soon it was time for most of them to leave. Yaoyorozu, Hagakure and Jiro left together, explaining they had activities on their own, while Kaminari, Ojiro and Kirishima left after having all the doubts they had thoroughly explained. Iida, Uraraka and Midoriya stayed a bit longer.

We were in the middle of explaining Uraraka about the different artistic movements during the 20th century and their differences when I heard keys at the entrance. The four of us, Kaito and Akira turned towards the door in time to see Mom entering.

"I'm home!" She exclaimed, her voice a bit rugged up.

"Welcome home, Ma'am." Both Akira and Kaito stood up from the dining table (where they'd been sipping tea) and bowed politely at her.

"Hi, Mom." I smiled up at her as she approached us.

"Hello sweetie." She kissed the crown of my head and looked over to my friends, who'd suddenly gone silent at her sudden entrance. "Kaito-san and Akira-san told me about you bringing over some friends."

"Yes." I turned to the others as the three stood up with nervous expressions on their faces. "These are Iida Tenya-san, Uraraka Ochaco-san and Midoriya Izuku-san. They're my classmates too."

"Nice to meet you, Hoseki-san." The three of them intoned at the same time, bowing politely -Iida with a bit more impulse than needed.

Mom giggled as her cheeks blushed. "My, how polite. It's very nice to meet you too." And returned the bow, albeit shallower than my friends'.

As she got a cooling cup of tea from Akira, I turned to my friends. "Would you mind if we moved to my bedroom as to let my mother rest in here? It's not as big or as comfortable as the living room, but at least we'd be comfortable enough..."

"Oh, it's no problem at all!" Midoriya got adorably flustered as he waved his hands frantically, while Uraraka and Iida nodded in tandem.

"Of course, we'll try not to disturb you anymore, Ma'am!" Somehow it amused how Iida could bow and collect his books and suitcase at the same time in his hastiness to leave my Mom to rest.

Judging the giggle she let out, she also found it amusing. "Don't you worry, you're no disturbance at all. Akira-san and Kaito-san will see to whatever you need."

"Thanks!" Uraraka beamed past her awkwardness.

Once we got to take refuge in my bedroom, the three of them seemed to slump in the floor, ignoring the chair and king-sized bed I had. I just lifted an inquisitive eyebrow as they seemed to relax.

"You never told us your mother was so beautiful and lady-like, Hoseki-kun." The Gravity-girl breathed as if in awe... and was that a bit of jealousy?

I chuckled as I took a spot on the floor between Iida and Midoriya, completing the circle and setting down my own books in the middle.

"Mom lived half her life learning how to behave properly before distinguished people, as did I. But yes, she is quite beautiful." My smile turned really warm as I thought of those secret moments I shared with my mother.

The three friends exchanged a look and also smiled. Later on I assumed that was one of those anime bonding moments.

It was some hours later (it took Midoriya's mom to give him a call) that we finally put a stop to our study sessions, satisfied by our advances and that we were able to share our doubts and knowledge. We also shared quite a few laughs and not less moments of frustrated groans, of course, but overall it was quite an enjoyable moment, that also served for us to bond us together, closer than merely classmates.

In my case, I was secretly glad that I didn't have to force the situation and become friends with the main protagonist just because.

I insisted on accompanying them down to the building's door, inwardly not wanting to separate myself from them so soon. I genuinely had a lot of fun (even if the purpose of the gathering had been more about studying that a mere get-together to know everyone a little better), and I didn't want the day to end so soon.

"It was good, hanging out like this." Uraraka smiled as the four of us stood in front of the apartment building, them carrying their bags. "We should repeat that!"

"I agree!" Iida nodded, before straightening. "We should strive to forge deep bonds with each of our classmates to become the best Pro Heroes in the future!"

I just looked at them and chuckled under my breath, amused at my friends' enthusiasm. A familiar shiver indicated that someone was watching me attentively, and I looked to the side to see Midoriya pensively looking at me; his uncharacteristically serious gaze turned suddenly timid as he noticed me returning the look with a puzzled question in my eyes.

"Ah! Uh... Eheh..." He blushed and rubbed the back of my head, caught red-handed in his stare.

"Is there something on your mind, Midoriya-san?" I cocked my head to the side, letting my smile show I wasn't perturbed or pissed at his stare.

He obviously seemed to struggle with his thought, obviously having expected me to dismiss his opinions. Uraraka and Iida, noticing our exchange, quickly shut up about 'bonds between classmates' and 'becoming Pro Heroes together', also curious at what the usually quiet boy was thinking about.

"I-it's nothing!" He quickly looked aside. "I just wanted to thank you for inviting us into your house, Hoseki-san!"

"That's right!" Uraraka immediately bowed deeply with a disarmingly charming smile, ignoring my questioning looks at the three of them. "Thank you so much for inviting us over at your home, Hoseki-kun!"

"Please send our thanks to your mother and your butlers." Iida bowed too.

I swiped my gaze over them, eyebrow raised, knowing they knew I didn't fall into their distracting ruse. I felt tempted to ask them directly, to out the three off their games -I didn't like secrets after all- but that wasn't my style. Or at least it wasn't Hoseki Enzeru's anymore.

-Who am I?-

That sudden thought startled me, perturbing and ominous. The beginning of an inkling memory dawned in me, but vanished when I tried to grasp it. Behind left only the remnants of the uncomfortable sensation that I forgot something.

Something important.

I forced myself to smile, to ignore the awkward pressing feeling. "It was my pleasure, please come back any time. I don't get many visitors often, I'd like to invite you over many more times, if you wish to."

"That's fine by me." Iida nodded, the other two imitating him. Maybe it was only my impression, but they seemed to deflate in relief at not being discovered in whatever thought they had.

We quickly told our goodbyes to each other as they went their separate ways, soon leaving me alone standing in front of the apartment, the moonlight shining above my head. Shaking my head, I turned and went back inside the building.

I had a really fun time with my friends, bonding with them in different ways than just going through danger with them. I got to see different aspects of my classmates that I wouldn't discover any other way, and saw that My Hero Academia really wasn't just Quirks and fights to save one's life. I felt content, more united to my classmates, and that made me extremely happy.

But then, why did I have this uneasy feeling gnawing in my gut?

A/N: Yes. Here I leave it. I'm aware this will probably disappoint many readers (I'm not entirely satisfied either, even having had three weeks to write this down). But at least I managed to get some work done before delving into the official plot again (and changing it to my heart's delight).

-antisocialFox: Thank you so much Fox! Sorry, this chapter is just a filler so that my thoughts can reorganize and figure out what to do. And first we have the Class President election; it'll be fun, that I'll assure you.

-Heitor: Hello Heitor! Glad to read you again. Thank you so much for being so understanding, although I'm aware this chapter isn't really good. Now I wonder if I should've just kept going with the plot and added filler chapters later in the story. Oh, so you want to begin writing? That's an awesome idea! I'll support you 100% bud! And now, about your input:

Enzeru hiding his full potential: That's what I plan to do when USJ comes around.

Enzeru's two Quirks: Damn man, you have such lively imagination! But for the sake of mystery and the readers' curiosity, I won't deny or approve either of your ideas (though I admit that they're really, REALLY good ones, and valid too). Keep those theories in mind though, just in case.

Mizeru/Enzena: To be honest, I didn't think of that. It could be passed on as platonic love later on in the story to keep those interested in romance mildly satisfied at least. There IS a future pseudo-romantic situation later on in the story (though I haven't decided just when I will implement it) so that's another thing readers can be satisfied.

Enzeru's worry about the plot: Heheh, Enzeru doesn't worry THAT much about the plot yeah, but it's just because there hasn't been any trandescental event that would cause him to panic yet xD Nah, just kidding. Enzeru is really a pretty chill guy that normally tries to live with what he has and tries to change what he doesn't like. Things that are out of his control well... It's just not in his first priorities concerning the plot. He won't panic like that, I assure you.

Fighting scene: I was pretty disappointed in myself when I saw how awfully short the fighting was, but after giving it much thought and re-reads I ended up with the conclusion that it was just a fight in which Enzeru didn't give his all (because honestly there wasn't a reason to, at least in his eyes), and he's aware that while being powerful, his strength wasn't near Bakugo or Shoto's level. He's satisfied with his level, and that can be dangerous later on. Yes, I assure you, USJ will be different.

Names and thoughts: Yeah, I found important the fact of emphasizing Enzeru's thoughts and how he talks, because they're different. Whereas he talks like a mild-mannered kid with an obviously noble background, in truth he still thinks like the thirty-something year-old ADULT that curses and sees things much more cynically than a child would.

Student's life: Seeing as Horikoshi-sensei never really gave any indication of club activities existing and such, it's really difficult to me to create it out of the blue. I still plan on showing it later on in the story, just not yet because they've practically begun with the school year and there isn't much to do this early. But I'll definitely hold on to your thoughts and implement them later on in the story.

I thank you a lot for your criticism and inputs on how to improve my story, Heitor. Not like others *glare at Guest king gilgamesh* I hope to read you again real soon!

-Hitler's Moustache: Maybe it doesn't make sense to you, but his mentality is that of a thirty-something year-old guy. To his standards, even if he has the appearance of a teen, he's an ADULT, and as such, he can't feel attracted to a girl that is several years mentally younger than him. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense to you, but that's the reason I'M giving to NOT give any kind of romance to this fic other than using the typical card of 'being asexual'. And while pedophilia is not illegal (you won't get arrested with liking pre-pubers), the chances of offending society are ridiculously high- and it still is considered a mental disorder. Other people wouldn't see it as pedophilia, but Enzeru himself would, and he doesn't want to stoop as low as them.

-In Brightest Day: Glad you approve of my idea of forging deeper bonds with the students! Though it somehow felt... empty, right? Let's see if something is wrong with Enzeru later on, shall we? Ooh, teasing from his mother? That's a really good idea! I'll think of it as we advance through the plot!

-azkan.akko: Glad you liked it!

-king gilgamesh: ... Honestly, as all of your reviews practically say the same thing, I'll just answer you in a single review (though I certainly don't know why I bother myself).

First: I'm not an English native speaker, so if muscle atrophy isn't what was supposed to happen when you practically overexert your muscles beyond their capability then I'm sorry for not finding the correct term. Point it out so I won't make the same mistake again, but there's no need in being so annoying. And no, that wasn't the word I first wanted to say, but I won't insult you out of respect, which you currently lack by the way.

Second: of course he's been coddled and is condescending, he's been practically raised in an environment where he could have ANYTHING he wanted, even regarding his training. He hasn't been in a life-or-death situation and as such he feels like he's in control of everything, so of course he wouldn't find the need to train to his limits. The fact that he saw in the anime what Shigaraki was capable of is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT of how he'll face the situation first-hand.

And third, the most annoying complaint: ENZERU WAS A HUMAN THAT WAS SUDDENLY THROWN INTO AN ANIME OF ALL THINGS. There are thousands of different ways to face such changes. For Enzeru, his way of coping with it is becoming a real character, like one of the anime he always saw. Call him fake, immature, plastic or whatever you like, but there's a reason why he's acting that way. You don't like it? Then go away, but don't make me and the readers lose our time, because THAT'S annoying.

-kylC: Thank you so much for your understanding. To be honest I'm not satisfied in the least with this chapter (I may even delete it later in the story because honestly it makes me cringe). Don't worry if you're late, it'll always be there for you all to read!

Well, see you guys next chapter!