Disclaimer: My Hero Academia is the property of Kohei Horikoshi and various production companies.

Chapter 11

Key:

Normal Speech: "Sup my dude."

Screaming: "WHERE THE HELL DID IT GO!"

All Might: "Midoriya my boy!"

Thoughts: 'This was a horrible decision.'

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6:00 AM, Kylie's Gym

Early in the morning, few people resided in the gym. It was a given that as soon as the sun came up, Yujiro and Kylie were down from the attic were they slept to start setting up equipment and stations. They wouldn't be put to use until much later, but today was a special case. It had been several weeks since the widely publicized attack on the U.A. entrance exam, but Izuku still had trouble sleeping. It was true that his talks with Tsuyu had taken much of the load off of his chest, but no words could take away what they had all seen. That is why Izuku is here so early, rhythmically tapping the weight bag, letting the beat of his assault take his mind off of his woes.

Quietly approaching him was Kylie. She observed his form and admitted to herself, he was doing just fine. Of course there were things he could be doing better but she could see something else was wrong. He was too focused on the bag. She saw his flick his fists out with a mechanical precision, but only after he hesitated. After he shivered. Kylie leaned against the ropes of the ring, letting her tired eyes droop.

'It's been a while since the attack,' she thought to herself as she watched beads of sweat roll of the boy, all the while showing no signs of slowing. 'But he still feels off. Not that you can expect a child to come back from something as awful as that and be unchanged.' Izuku began a more furious pace, sending the bag flying with each strike.

Kylie grimaced at the way his wrist cracked against the bag, and at how he ignored it. 'It's dangerous to let him go on like this, maybe Yujiro could say something to him. They're pretty close nowadays.'

Izuku, still ignorant to Kylie's presence, began to pick up the pace even further. It an accidental burst of power, Izuku's body tensed. A green arc of lightning danced around his arm as he shoved his fist cleanly through the bag. Sand began to pour out and Izuku was brought out of his trance-like state.

"Kylie's going to kill me," he groaned.

"Not this early in the morning, Shaggy." Izuku's neck made an audible snap when he turned. "But you are gonna clean that up."

Izuku nodded while he tracked away to get a new bag to hang up, as well as a broom and dust pan. "So was that your quirk?"

Izuku jumped, before swallowing his fear and responding, "Yeah, I'm still getting used to it."

Kylie nodded while she thought to herself, 'It's been a while since I've seen someone use One For All so close.'

Izuku quickly added, "Sorry about breaking the bag," while he leaned the broom on the wall to unhook the busted equipment. "I wasn't really trying to use my quirk."

Kylie laughed, "Oh, don't worry." She then smiled sinisterly at him, "If I thought you were breaking my things on purpose you'd already be in the ring."

Izuku hung up the new weight. "It won't happen again," he chirped in that nervous way of his.

"Well Izuku, I want to believe you," she then stood up and cracked her knuckles, "But I really do think I'll have to take a more active role in curbing this habit."

Izuku didn't dare to struggle when Kylie picked him up by the collar, "But I haven't finished cleaning."

"You can do that later," she rolled her eyes, "Hey Yujiro!"

"Yeah?" the aforementioned lad called back from his place by the weights.

"Finish setting up the machines by the ice maker," she then snickered to herself, "Izuku and I are doing a new program."

"Yujiro," Izuku called from his tucked position in between Kylie's arm and side. "I think she's gonna hurt me."

"Probably," he shrugged, "But she always does that. What's the big deal?"

Kylie hummed to herself as she opened the door to the track,"I was thinking the exact same thing." Kylie then popped Izuku into the air. Before he knew it she was hurling him into the air towards the center of the field.

After the brief flight, Izuku tumbled to a stop. Slowly sitting up to dust himself off, Izuku spat the grass out of his mouth. "I could have walked," he pointed out.

"Well I could have punted you instead of throwing," she argued.

Izuku raised his finger before breathing deeply and lying back down in the grass. "What are we doing out here?"

"We're gonna fight dummy." Kylie spoke so calmly and casualty that Izuku had actually brushed off what she said. At least until she cracked her knuckles.

"Pardon?"

"Get up." Kylie pulled Izuku up by his arm. She brushed off his back and put up her guard.

Izuku mimicked her actions before smirking, "You really did just bring me outside to hurt me."

Kylie smiled at him innocently. It almost made her look motherly, but the image was ruined by her rushing forward with an elbow strike aimed at his neck. Izuku had seen it enough times to know that he couldn't dodge it, so he instead braced his arms. Leaning back, he jumped as she made impact with him, lessening the force of the blow, but not totally escaping the damage dealt. Kylie allowed no respite, following him with a rush of sharp strikes and heavy swings. Izuku slipped into a solid guard and took the brunt of the damage into his forearms.

Izuku began to slow his breathing. He ignored the pain in his arms and instead began to fall into a rhythm. It was a painful process, but one that he'd learned from Yujiro.

'Remember Izuku,' the brunette's voice echoed in his mind. 'Everyone has a beat to their melody. Maybe they don't mean to, but it's there. All you have to do is feel them out, understand their timing. Once you've got it, attack in between their pattern, take them off balance.'

Izuku began to move in sync with Kylie. The staggering strikes she was punishing him with became glancing blows as he fell back to lessen the blows. Then those too became even less. Izuku became a blur of green that was flying in and out of Kylie's fists.

Kylie smiled in earnest as she saw him catch her flow. "Look at you Izuku," she chimed, not stopping her assault. "If you keep at it I might have to take things seriously."

Izuku, feeling just a bit more confident, chidded back, "You better, cause I don't think you can take the easy route out of this!"

The battle took a sharp turn. Izuku had feinted a block for another dodge, but coming straight out of it was a jab. It wasn't meant to do much damage, if any, but it did catch Kylie off guard. At once Izuku to at advantage to begin his own flurry of strikes. Kylie would narrowly dodge each strike, all the while she had to take steps backward to get out of his reach.

Izuku smiled at finally having the upper hand in one of these fights. He was feeling a rush of endorphins dull his fatigue and, unfortunately, his peripheral vision. Kylie hid zipped to the left of his strike, completely leaving his line of sight.

It was only a momentary confusion but it was enough for Kylie to send a crushing right hook to his temple. Izuku flew into the ground head first, the impact left his seeing stars.

Kylie put her hands on her hips while she cheekily wagged he finger at him. "I'd tell you that you were close, but honestly, we weren't even playing in the same league."

Izuku spoke over his now throbbing head, "I had you on the ropes for a second."

Kylie howled with laughter, "Funnier every time you say that." She leaned over to offer him a hand, which he gratefully accepted. "Still, maybe one day that won't be a joke."

"Thanks?" Izuku said somewhat unsurely. "At least I think that was a compliment."

As he began to walk away, Kylie took him by the shoulder. "Where do you think you're going curly?"

"To go finish my circuit." Izuku felt it should have been clear. "That's what you always tell me to do."

"Yeah," she nodded, "When we're finished." Kylie then gave him a hearty patt on the back while she said, "I gotta say kiddo, you've got a lot more meat on your bones than when you first showed up in my door."

Izuku lightly rubbed his arm behind his back, "Yeah well, you are a pretty good teacher when you want to be."

"I can't take credit for this Izuku," she gestured to his arm, which had a lot more defined muscle than the months prior. "All that hard work was your doing. And if I'm remembering right, you have another teacher."

Izuku glanced back to the gym where Yujiro was helping with another member that had come in while they were outside.

"Yujiro's been great too."

"Of course he has, I'm the one who trained him." Kylie proudly beat on her chest, "And he's the one who's gonna inherit the gym after I retired too. But he's not the other teacher I was talking about.

Izuku's eyes widened, "Right, I guess that slipped my mind." The truth was that All Might had been so busy handling the aftermath of the villain attack that the two had barely seen each other, much less done training. That of course wasn't to say that Izuku had been slacking off.

"Do you train your quirk over there too?" Kylie smiled when the boy jumped.

Izuku wiped a nervous sweat off of his forehead. "W-What do you mean Kylie."

"Do you train your quirk with your other trainer, since we haven't done that here?"

Oblivious to the amusement he was providing Kylie, Izuku did his best to improvise an answer, "Oh you know, we touched up on it here and there."

"Well that's no good," Kylie hummed, ceasing her torment of Izuku. "We'll just have to do a bit of training here then, aren't we? Make sure you don't any more bags."

'Oh thank god,' Izuku internally sighed in relief, 'No more questions.'

"Izuku, fire up your quirk, we're gonna fight some more."

'...I think I want to go back to the questions.'

"Um Kylie," Izuku prodded his fingers together, an old nervous tick. "My quirk is actually kind of dangerous, so I don't think we should."

"Oh don't worry Izuku," she kindly rubbed his back. "I'll make sure you don't get hurt."

Izuku huffed, "I'm actually worried that I might hurt you."

Kylie froze like a statue, dead panning at her pupil's words. She removed her hand from his back and slowly waddled away. Every step she took was somehow stiffer than the last, and Izuku began to wonder if something was wrong. In that instant, the older woman violently seized onto the ground. Izuku sprinted over to her location. He turned her over, expecting to see a pained expression. Instead, she was...holding her breath? She was clutching her sides too. If Izuku didn't know any better...

Izuku dead-panned. With her still shaking on the ground, Izuku sucked in his cheeks and stiffly walked away.

"I can't believe I thought you were hurt," he robotically droned.

Kylie could no longer hold back. Her booming laughter could have shaken the widows out of their frames. The few occupants of the gym actually stopped their activities to see the source of commotion. At their distance, it was very easy to make out the young by refusing to look at the hysterically cackling owner of the gym.

"Come on Izuku! That was amazing!" Kylie clutched both sides of her stomach.

"I get it," he stiffly replied.

"But do you?! You were so serious when you said it!"

"Now you're just being rude."

"Oh my god! Twice in one day, you could be a comedian!" There were small tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Can we please just go back to sparing?" Izuku pleaded, willing to do anything that didn't involve her finding his capabilities so mock able.

"Yes, yes we can." Kylie weakly stood up, still in a fit of light giggles. "But afterwards, I need you to record yourself saying that. In the exact same way too, for days when I really need a laugh."

"I'm not as against this as I used to be," Izuku stormed to a few feet away before turning back.

The two of them moved to the center of the field once more, a good 10 or 12 meters between them. Kylie dropped into a lower stance, legs spread further than her shoulder width. Her arms were close together, her left a bit further out.

Izuku's arms were squarely in front of him, head tucked behind them. He was in a classic peekaboo stance. Kylie waited for him to take control of his breathing before she spoke up.

"The match starts when you turn on your quirk, and it ends when you leave the boundary of the track."

"What if you leave the boundary?" Izuku asked.

"Don't make me laugh again Izuku," she smiled at his ticked vein.

"Fine then," he called back. In a hushed whisper, Izuku commanded to himself, "Full Cowl."

Kylie saw a arc of green lightning fly off the boy. It cracked it the air and cast a large shadow over the area. Then another. And another, and another, and more after that, each one smaller and arcing away less until they came to hover just over his body.

The was a miniscule change in Izuku's footing, all the warning Kylie needed. The ground beneath Izuku shook with his take off. He flew towards Kylie at frightening speeds, covering the 10 meters in less than a fraction of a second. He darted his fist forward fully intending to stop just short of hitting Kylie, and prove to her how dangerous it was to train like this. He was the one proven wrong, however, as Kylie dropped down, only leaving her elbow up.

At his speed Izuku couldn't maneuver. The youth came to a sudden and painful stop, virtually impaling his stomach on his mentor's elbow. Izuku dropped to the ground, struggling to breathe, with Full Cowl fading from his body.

"You're right Izuku." Kylie spoke without a shred of her previous humor, only a calculating analysis. "Your quirk is pretty dangerous, but it's a double edged sword. It's not enough to be strong, you need to be smart."

Izuku spoke in between his ragged and thin breaths, "I don't...understand."

Kylie kneeled to his level and spoke in a flat tone, "After I lowered myself, I didn't move. All the force of that impact came from you." Kylie then pointed at the ground he kicked off from.

Izuku followed her finger to see that his take off had shattered the Earth. A crater roughly the size of his foot was there as testament.

"You can't take off at that speed, with that energy, and not have a plan for if you miss. Next time, come at me with a new angle, don't put as much energy into the take off or you'll have to use that much more to change direction."

The boy stood up. Even after catching his breath, the world was spinning around him. His head seemed to float away from his body, and his eyes strained to focus the image in front of him. Kylie was already in another stance.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

Izuku felt a need to be sick all over the grass, but his simply entered another peekaboo stance. "Always."

And as teacher and student fought in the light of the rising sun, one person watched on. Yujiro silently appraised the battle, and found his eyes drawn to the look in Izuku's eyes. The determination, the defiance, the fire. It was just as it had been on the first day Izuku had come. Sure, he was a scrawny little guy, and damned if he didn't look ready to cry at the slightest thing. But it he never got that feeling. When Izuku left the gym, it was never a question of if he would come back. Hell, most people only came for a month, sometimes a few. Always the same story, get in shape, and get out. Izuku, he'd been here for almost a year.

'That feels like a lifetime ago.' Yujiro brushed a hand through his hair while he watch Izuku get back up from a sharp jab. 'But it feels like you're still the same guy, Izuku.'


11:00 AM Yaoyarozu Residence

Tsuyu nervously walked the halls of a rather grandiose building. The crystal clear roof that somehow blocked the glare of the sun was supported by delicately crafted marble columns. The walls were lined with paintings of exotic subjects and the floor was covered in an intricately patterned rug. In spite of all the grande gestures and expensive looking items, the whole place had an earthly feel. She might go as far as to say cozy.

Tsuyu felt quite small given her surroundings. "Yaoyorozu really does come from money."

The young girl continued to walk through the building, each room covered in more artistic flare than the last. She reached the end and found a tall man with a man of silver hair wrapped into a ponytail. He wore a sharp tuxedo with a vest. He bowed towards Tsuyu before clearing his throat.

"Am I correct to assume you are Ms. Asui." His voice was posh and proper, a typical butler if her favorite TV shows were anything to go on.

"Tsuyu is just fine," she replied.

He nodded curtly and clicked a button behind him. Next to it was a speaker with a small light above it which quickly came to life.

"Yes?" a soft voice called out.

"Ms. Yaoyarozu, Miss A- Tsuyu, is here for for you."

"Ah, I'll be right down," she cheerfully giggled before the speaker clicked and the light went off.

The man then turned to face Tsuyu again, "There is a seat right there, I suggest you get comfy. Even when the young Ms. says she'll be right down, she finds an incredible way to waste time."

Tsuyu puffed at the man's words, "Do you know here that well?"

He smiled, "I've been in service of the household for decades, and I've been here to care for the young Ms. since before she was born."

"Wow," Tsuyu marvelled at the man, "She's really luck to have some so loyal in her life."

His eyes rested on her face for a moment, only long enough to catch her gaze. "There is only so much I can do. When she was growing up, I could be just about anything she needed, but there was one role just beyond my reach."

"What was that?" she pondered.

"Her friend," he ruefully answered. "I'm sure you understand what growing up in such an environment must be like. Miss Yaoyarozu was always acting so as to not shame her family, and I'm afraid that left little time for such things as friendship or any real connections."

There was a contemplative silence that followed that statement. The man made no further conversation, leaving Tsuyu to her thoughts. Immediately, she drew the connections between herself and her comrade from the entrance exam. Though by different means, both had known isolation. It caused her to feel a sort of kinship, much like the one she had felt for Izuku.

'He knows what it's like to be lonely too.' She thought back to moonlight they shared just a few weeks prior. The warm air on her skin, his arms around her back. She held a finger to her palm, feeling out the spot where he held her hand. They'd talked about so much, what they saw in the false city, what they wished they hadn't, how they felt about the future, even their home life.

Tsuyu had felt herself change that day. She acted differently than she did before. She found herself smiling once. Nothing was particularly funny, in truth she was just staring at the ceiling while trying to get some sleep. She had let her mind drift around, never staying on a top for too long, but for some reason she always came back to that night.

She Tsuyu felt her chest warm, and a bubbly sort of sensation began to worm through her stomach. She reached up to touch her face and sure enough, there was that smile. It wasn't in her nature to do so, but she wanted to move with the feeling, giggle and dance.

More than that, she wanted to understand. Why did she feel this way now? Was it because she was gaining more friends? That she was at the house of one now? Perhaps, it's just one friend in particular. Him. Izuku Midoriya.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?"

Tsuyu stared dumbly, so lost in her thoughts she needed to go back and register his words.

"I'm fine, thanks." She stood up as the gentlemen started to walk back to his post.

"Well, the young madam is coming down as we speak." Tsuyu followed him and was somewhat surprised to see a warm smile on his stiff features. "I can't help myself but ask this of you." He placed his hand over his heart and bowed to the girl.

"Please be kind to her. She isn't the fragile type, but she has much to learn when it comes to the world. It would do my heart well to see her in the company of friends."

Tsuyu wasn't much accustomed to such gestures, but she kept her face stoic and bowed in return. "Of course I will, she's my friend after all."

The two rose to their full heights and breathed deeply. The man turned back around and faced the wall. Tsuyu looked around and for the first time realized that the room only had one door, the one she entered from. The looked up and among the extravagante art and decorations she saw no openings.

"Sir, if you don't mind me asking, where is she coming from? I don't see any doors or stairs."

The man gestured to directly in front of him, "The elevator, of course."

Tsuyu looked and saw nothing. A plain wall covered in the same assortment of arts as the rest of the building. Before she could ask if she was looking in the wrong place, the wall moved. A square section about 4 feet by 8 depressed into itself and moved apart. The two sliding doors revealed an elevator car, and standing there in a flowing white dress was Momo Yaoyarozu.

"Hello Tsuyu, are you ready to go to the cafe?"

Tsuyu said nothing, only nodding her head. Momo giggled and began to walk forward. Tsuyu followed her but only after looking back to see the walls moving back into place and the elder man stroking his moustache, clearly amused at her amazement.

"That's way too fancy for just one family," she complained.

"Hey Tsuyu?" Momo stopped for her to match her pace. "Where are Mina and the others?"

"Mina's outside," she put her finger to her lip, "And I think Eijiro took Iida so they could go get Izuku. He texted us the location of the gym he trains at, so they were planning on meeting up there."


11:00 AM Kylie's Gym

Izuku lay flat on his back, catching his breath unsuccessfully. He'd been like that for a good five minutes. Kylie was just beside him, enjoying the cool shade of the tree while her pupil coughed his lungs out.

She wiped her for forehead and flicked off a few beads of sweat. "It's been a while since I've sweat like this. Good job Izuku, now how do you feel?"

"My lungs are collapsing," he wheezed.

"Not what I meant, but I guess that's kinda important too."

Kylie leaned down to prop him up against the tree. She adopted a more somber appearance in the shadow of the branches. "I meant how are you doing after everything. The entrance exam... the attack."

Izuku found it much easier breath now, but much more difficult to speak given the topic. "I'm doing alright," he lied.

Kylie was hard pressed not to scoff, "No you're not, and you don't have to be after what you saw."

Izuku knew she wasn't one to sugar coat and he'd heard the words before. Everyone one from his mother to All Might had tried to get him to open up, but it wasn't so easy. He was nervous around Tsuyu, but she was there. There was nothing he could say that she hadn't seen.

With everyone else, it just felt different. Difficult.

"Izuku, you know I'm your coach, but I hope you know that I care." She sat down next to him, and leaned his head onto her shoulder. Izuku's eyes widened at the more than rare show of affection. "I want you to be okay, so whenever you need it, I'll be here to talk."

Izuku felt the hot sting of tears biting at the corners of his eyes. "I was so scared," his voice cracked. "I felt so helpless when it started, I felt so useless."

"Shhh," Kylie cooed at him, pulling him into a hug. "You made it through."

"But so many people didn't," he whispered, burying his eyes into her shoulder. "So many just...didn't. I couldn't do anything."

"Izuku, you know better than that." She shifted at brought his eyes to meet hers, "You protected so many from those things."

"But it wasn't enough," he croaked. "If I had trained harder, if I was stronger than I could have done more."

"Izuku," she sharply commanded. "You don't want to go there. If you spend too much time in the could haves than you'll stay there. If you want to move past it then accept it. Train as much as you like, this world is too big for one person to save. Getting everyone together was the best thing you could have done."

He stayed silent, quitely sniffling. He rubbed the tears out of his eyes and stood up. "Sorry about breaking the no crying rule."

She brushed it off, "Don't worry, we aren't in the building right now." She cocked her head and smirked, "I suppose I'll let it slide this time."

Suddenly she whipped her head back. The sudden action surprised Izuku, who followed her eyes to the entrance of the gym. He wondered what she might be seeing before she spoke in a low tone.

"I sense something is horribly wrong."

She made a dash for the side door, and Izuku followed. His legs were still weak from his intense training, so he lagged behind a few steps. Kylie jumped into the room and froze. Izuku felt a true sense of fear grip his heart. He'd never seen her so serious before.

"What is it, is someone attacking?" he panickedly asked.

"Worse," she pointed shakily at the entrance and Izuku almost fell.

"Eijiro? Iida? What are you guys doing here?" the emerald eyes of the boy were wide with a pleasant surprise.

"You know these people!?" Kylie took Izuku and flung him into a weight bag.

"Izuku!" Eijiro yelled from across the room. Iida was behind him screaming his lungs out with his hands on his head.

"Why Kylie?" Izuku groaned while he slid onto the ground.

"Don't you fucking 'Why Kylie?' me." She pointed at the shorter of the two arrivals. "Look at his hair!"

"Hey," Eijiro yelled back, "What's wrong with my hair!"

"What the hells right with it," she marched into her office and sifted through a box of goodies. She retracted a handful of assorted combs and brushes. "You should have taken a cue from your tall friend."

Izuku sensed the signs of attack and screamed at Eijiro, "Run the hell away!"

"What?" Eijiro hesitated, the poor fool. Kylie was upon him in a flash.

Yujiro, who had been silently watching the interaction, rushed over to pull Kylie off.

"Stop assaulting strangers with weird hair."

"It's not weird, OWW!" Eijiro forgot his argument as Kylie had yanked a rather large knot of hair out of his head.

"Black roots?" She examined, "So you're a dye guy huh?" She grinned, her teeth almost like fangs.

"Izuku, Iida, help me!" Eijiro cried out from the ground. "This old ladies really strong."

Iida slowly backed away while raising his hands placatingly. "I don't think it's my place, she's far too frail for me to get involved."

All eyes turned to the spectacled lad, most with pity.

"You poor bastard," Izuku shook his head back and forth, now leaning on the weight bag for support.

Yujiro slowly released his grasp on Kylie, and began to usher the other occupants of the gym away from the scene.

"I was going to let you go." Kylie stood up with Eijiro still under her arm. "My mistake."

She pounced faster than anyone could react, and Izuku couldn't do much more than shield his eyes from the onslaught ahead.


1:00 PM Sansa's Cafe, Uptown District

Tsuyu and Mina sat across from the prim and proper Momo, each person had a steaming tea cup in front of them, Mina elected to have a soda. The three cups were untouched it seemed. They were all waiting on the boys, who were uncommonly late for some reason.

"Do you think they'll be here soon?" Mina whined as she plopped her head down on the table.

"They have called or texted," Tsuyu pondered, "That's unlike them."

"It's totally rude," the pinkette pointed out. "Momo-chan was super nice to bring us to this fancy cafe and they're just making us wait."

"I don't mind," Momo said gently, "It's quite nice to spend time with you both. Maybe we can have a little girl talk."

"All right," Mina pumped her arm, "Waitings boring, let's chat for a while."

Momo placed her palm against her cheek, "Would you like to talk about what U.A.'s going to be like?"

"No way, that's sooo boring." Mina did an exaggerated yawn for affect. "We need something spicy to talk about."

"Like what?" Tsuyu asked.

"Like that cutie from the entrance exam." Momo flushed at the words and Tsuyu rolled her eyes.

"Did someone catch your eye," Momo wondered.

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm interested in finding out if you found someone you like." Mina wriggled her brows playfully.

"Well, I did think that one boy was charming, in his own sort of way."

"Yes!" Mina's cheer drew the eye of the restaurant but she didn't seem to notice. "Spill the details, what did he look like."

"Well, he had blonde hair," Tsuyu felt a warning flag go off just like that. "Red eyes, and… muscular arms." She brightly blushes while Tsuyu was just stunned.

"The one with the explosive quirk," she said in disbelief.

"Yes," Momo admitted. "He had a wretched personality but I must admit, he's quite the looker."

"Go Momo," Mina danced around their booth to sit next to the taller girl. "Are you thinking of talking to him if he's in our class."

At that the girl huffed, "Not unless he's fixed his attitude."

"Aw you're such a stickler," she playfully pushed her shoulder. "What about you Tsuyu. Got anyone in the cross hairs."

Tsuyu remained silent, but it seemed that silence was as good an answer as any for pinky.

"You dooo." Ashido held her hands in front of her mouth. "That's awesome! What's his name? Is it a he? Tell me!"

Tsuyu could choke out a response before she felt Mina grab her by the began to rapidly shake her back and forth. "I must know," she cried out.

Tsuyu could feel the headache coming on already, and did the most natural thing she could think of. Quick as a flash she slapped her tongue across Mina's cheek. The audible smack that resonated through the quiet restaurant earned a few chuckles from the residents. Mina for one was still dumbstruck at what just happened.

Momo giggled, "Are you all right Mina."

She didn't respond. She simply sat still, her head still turned to the direction it had been smacked towards. Tsuyu began to worry.

"Mina," she prodded. "Did I hit you to hard?"

"That depends," she pointed towards the entrance. "Do you guys see this too?"

The other two girls shared a look before leaning out of the booth to see what Mina meant. As soon as they did, they too began to wonder if it was them that had been hit.

Currently walking through the entrance was a trio of comical appearance. The first was a tall blue haired boy in need of medical assistance. Resting on top of his nose was a pair of broken glasses, the lenses more like a spider web than anything else. And even if they weren't broken it was doubtful he could see anything anyway, as his face was covered in welts and bruises. The swelling must have been blocking his vision entirely.

Next to him was another young man. He had long scarlet hair flowing down to his shoulders. It was kept out of his eyes by a white tied cloth revealing bright red eyes and shark-like teeth. He too had a few bruises and scrapes.

Finally, and the most normal look of the bunch, was a shorter lad with a mess of forest green hair. He had far less bruises than the other two, but his clothing seemed to have gone through a sort of meat grinder. His shirt hung onto his shoulders by the barest of threads, revealing a deceptively toned and powerful muscle structure. It was this lad that spotted the three girls in the booth.

"Hey Tsuyu," he waved. "Momo, Mina."

"Izuku?" Tsuyu couldn't believe what she was looking at.

Mina then perked up. "Wait," she stood at and took a few prods at the red head. "Horn buddy? What happened to ya?"

Eijiro's began to shiver uncontrollably, despite the restaurant being a fairly warm temperature. "I don't want to talk about it."

Momo then turned to the heavily beat up boy on the right. "Is this Iida? Oh my goodness, what happened to all of you?"

The tallest of the group crossed his arms and sighed, "Izuku trains with a demoness."

Izuku than snarkily breathed, "Bet you won't have problems with hitting a girl next time."

Iida clenched, and then relaxed his hands. "No, never again."

"Sorry about coming in looking like this," Izuku nodded his head to Momo, "But with the way the buses run, if we had gone to change our clothes, we might not have been able to catch a bus here for another two hours."

"It's fine," Momo scooted over to allow Iida room to sit. "I'm sure you could make up for it by telling us the story of how this happened."

"Before that," Mina interjected, "I think it's time we do what we come for."

Everyone at the table grinned, except for Iida. Stretching his face muscles was a taxing experience at the moment, so he simply held up his thumb.

Izuku slid in next to Tsuyu, completely oblivious to the attention she was paying to his near shirtless state. Ejiro went in next to him, directly across from Mina.

"Mine came in this morning, it's been killing me not to open it," said a anxious Kirishima.

"I know how you feel," Mina concurred. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small disc with the words U.A. Academy in bolded type of the front. "I've been carrying this thing all day."

Everyone pulled out their own discs out, and a sort of psychic buzz ran through them all. These discs held either their acceptance or their rejection. It was very much their future on a plate. Iida was the first to break the silence.

"Should go one by one?" he scanned the table for any sort of confirmation, "Or do you want to all jump in together?"

Tsuyu nodded. "I want to do this with everyone, all together would be nice."

"I'm with her," Izuku confirmed.

Around the table there was a hum or approval. At once they began to move the napkins and table decorations away, each person placing their disc flat on the table. They pressed their index fingers into the center of the saucers. It took a moment to process, but the rings lit up. A soft light was emitted from the centers of the circles, and they transfigured themselves. The general shape of a very large man began to open up in front of each teen, slowly defining its form until it was a miniature All Might.

"Hello young Midoriya/Asui/Ashido/Yaoyarozu/Kirishima/Tenya," they all spoke in sync. "I cannot show you how deeply regretful I am at the events of the entrance exam, but this message is not meant to bring up bad memories. Instead, I bring you glorius news!" The hologram outstretched it's arms and pointed at each student. "You have been accepted to the finest school in all of the land's hero course!"

All six friends let go of their bated breath, and allowed a bright smile to replace there knitted brows. Izuku slowly clasped his hand in Tsuyu's, and she gently squeezed it.

"The first day of school is only a few weeks away, and it brings me great pleasure to say that I will be personally involved as one of your teachers. Until then, stay strong and remember," he raised a fist into the air and puffed out his chest. "PLUS ULTRA!"

The message cut off, and students were left in stunned silence. Of course, Mina was the first to speak.

"You guys know we gotta celebrate right," she mischievously grins at the other five. For once, they didn't feel the need to correct her.

"I supposed we could see if they have anything festive on the menu," Momo offered. Kirishima merely tisked at her.

"You have much to learn young one," he stood up with a flourish of his, at the moment, straight hair, "We are going to the place where miracles happen!" he cheered, striking a pose with Mina next to him.

"Is it the barbeque place?" Izuku half asked, half answered.

"Come on man, this is a special occasion," Kirishima looked insulted. "We're going to the pizzeria on Main Street."

Mina gushed, "The one by the superplex?" She excitedly hopped up and down.

"Of course," Kirishima stroked his bare chin in a joking manner.

Mina squealed before dashing over to grab Momo and Tsuyu, whom had to quickly let go of Izuku's hand.

"Let's go, they have bungee jumping!" Mina bonded away with the other girls in tow while the boys stayed behind.

"Let's stop by the store on the way there," Izuku stated. "I need to buy a shirt."

Iida chimed in behind him, "And I need to buy bandages."

Eijiro rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess I could get a bottle or two of styling gel. Your coach really is evil man."

"It's how she shows she cares," Izuku shrugged. "I think."

The trio stopped their exit when they heard someone clear their throat behind them. Standing there was a very disgruntled looking young woman.

"A couple things," she began, pointing at Izuku. "Nice bod, but that string across your chest doesn't count as a shirt and we have a clear policy right outside the door."

He blushed and said, "Sorry, we were in a rush and I get carried away on somethings."

"I noticed," she gestured to the tables around them, "Your friends scared away a couple customers with their yelling. And lastly, one of you needs to pay for the ladies' drinks."

Izuku took the check and gagged. Normally when he saw numbers this big there was a decimal signs somewhere in there. He turned around to his friends.

"Hey guys," he began. "Wanna split this…"

Izuku stopped when he saw that both boys were out the door and crossing the street. Kirishima yelled back over the traffic, "I know it's unmanly to ditch friends, but the menu looked really expensive. Don't worry though, we're going to get you that shirt, on me."

Izuku turned back and sighed, "Do you have a student discount-"

:"No," she interrupted.

"Dammit."


All right, I know. Really long chapter and none of the exciting bits, but I wanted some more character building and for Kylie to get to connect with Izuku more.

Next chapter is going to see them enter the U.A. and take the quirk apprehension test. I'm not adding any OCs to the student roster but I am going to switch up the placement of some characters, namely those that really could have been in the hero course and those that really shouldn't have been.