"Backpacks," Momo listed off the first item.
Izuku held up two near identical black satchels. "Check," he called out his reply.
"Pens, pencils, paper," she said as she marked off the first box. Looking over Izuku held two unopened packs of pens, two boxes of pencils and four reems of paper and a dozen notebooks.
"Check." Izuku placed the supplies he was holding in both bags evenly.
"You sure that's enough," Momo chuckled. "I mean we are going to U.A., I'm sure we'll see a bunch of quirks that you're going to want to document."
"Laugh it up, but ever since the nanomachines got put in, my note taking has only gotten more meticulous," Izuku snarked back at his roommate slash girlfriend. And he was right, his notes used to be highly detailed. And they still were, but now that he could zoom in with his mechanical eye and the precision granted by the nanomachines in his arm meant that the notes he took were miniscule in size, but just as detailed. A single notebook now holding the information that six of his old ones did.
"Phones, keys, wallets, id badges," Momo then asked the important items. They were both smart enough that if they forgot their notes would be able to remember what was taught, especially on the first day when it was bound to be more like introductions than anything else. But they couldn't forget those items, the id badges most of all, those were what allowed them to get into the facility.
"Good and the train will be at the station in 20 minutes and it's a ten-minute walk," Momo said as she checked of the last few boxes on the list, then slung her bag over her shoulder. The pair walked out the door and Izuku locked it behind them, as the realized it wasn't a nice neighborhood, not a crime-ridden one either but it never hurt to take precautions, just because they could afford to replace all the items inside a hundred times over doesn't mean they should have to.
The walk was fairly quiet, both of them having made sure to walk it a few times to remember the way home from school, if the situation arose that they were both tired, it allowed them to not have to worry about getting lost. "So, what do you think we'll do on the first day?" Izuku asked Momo as they headed to the currently uncrowded station.
The raven-haired teen shrugged, "Probably nothing more than any other first day, we introduce ourselves to our classmates, tell them about our quirks, meet the teachers, a syllabus and maybe some like introduction work." Thinking back to the first days of school at Aichi, it should be about the same as both are incredibly prestigious schools. Awkwardly trying to introduce yourself to people who already know you because of your family, business and fortune. Knowing that the people who hang around you are only interested because of that and not at all because you are a wonderful person.
Yaoyorozu was lost in her thoughts when Izuku nudged her, "Hey, we're at the station sleepy head."
"I wasn't sleep walking I was just, you know," Momo waved her hands circularly.
Izuku nodded, "Worried that everyone you meet will hate you or worse see you for your family, future or fortune and not give a lick about Momo." The girl stared at him wide-eyed. "I'm not the only one her mutters when they are nervous you know." He reached and grabbed her around the waist to pull her closer to him, "Besides, even if it's not worth a whole lot, you still have me."
"Thanks, Zuku," Momo hugged him and let go when they saw a few other students wearing U.A. uniforms but being that this was going to be their first day they couldn't tell if they first years like themselves or upper classmen. As it were, many mutations and some specific quirks made it a nightmare to determine how old someone might be based solely on one's appearance.
And considering how mature Momo looked and how innocent Izuku did, it was annoying but not uncommon for someone to call them big sis and little brother. Their parents thought it was a gas and would tease them about it up until Dr. Hijōshikina ruined it by saying he was always fascinated by the dynamics of an incestuous relationship but as an only child could never act on that. Izuku thought that was a nice birthday gift, albeit a strange one, getting their parents to stop teasing them about something.
The two teens stood close to one another unsure of how to start a conversation with any of the other U.A. students, so they quietly people watched as some groups formed while others sat alone as the train rolled its way along the track. It wasn't a long trip, especially because in the early morning hours even villains like to sleep so there were no delays due to the train needing to stop.
The walk up to the main building was less intense as this time they were not being escorted by two pro-heroes to test whether Izuku had the mettle to attend the famous institution. Which meant they were able to take in the sights at a much more leisurely pace. Seeing that besides the large main building numerous other structures littered the site. The inside of the main building was just as nice; clean and polished flooring stretched down long and tall hallways, light filtered through gigantic glass windows warming the building even in the cool morning air.
They along with another student found the 1-A classroom easily, the tall boy in front of them quickly entering the classroom. Momo walked over to sit in the back of the classroom, as she liked to have a nice view of the area, plus all the cool kids sat in the back and Momo was just insecure enough to tightly hold onto that belief. Didn't want to seem like a nerd who sat up front to see the board better.
The only other student who was in the room as Izuku followed his girlfriend, so he could have prime real estate to sit next to her, until he heard rapid footsteps approaching him from behind. Turning on his heel, ready to fight, he found his hand grasped and wrenched up and down. "Aaah the green-haired boy from the entrance exam," the boy with glasses said robotically.
"I uh, yeah?" Izuku unsure of who this person was.
"I wanted to apologize, I had thought you were a distraction when we first met, but I can see you truly are the perfect example of a hero, saving another contestant when all others ran away even at no benefit to yourself," Iida confessed.
"Well it wasn't that impressive, I just sort of did what anyone would do, you know," Izuku shrugged.
"Except no one else did, we were too preoccupied with it being a test to think about how our actions would reflect on the real scenario," Iida responded. "But let me properly introduce myself, I am Iida Tenya, I recently graduated from Soumei Junior High."
Izuku gingerly pulled his hand free from the strange tall teen who had not stopped shaking it while he was introducing himself. "Midoriya Izuku, Aichi Private Academy." Then he motioned to Momo who was patiently watching in amusement the two boys interacting, "And this is Yaoyorozu Momo, also from Aichi Private Academy."
Iida quickly jutted his hand out to shake Momo's. "A pleasure to meet you. I am Iida Tenya."
"Yes, I overheard, Izuku," Momo said slowly as she extricated her own hand from the energetic boy's. "Let's get seated, class should be starting soon." The two seated themselves and watched as other students began to trickle into the class. A boy not much taller than Izuku with ash blonde hair walked in and quickly sat in the front row and slammed his feet on top of his desk and leaned back.
Izuku nudged Momo, catching her attention, in a whisper so as not to bring attention to himself, "I think I know that kid?"
"Which one?" she responded looking at the students.
"Blonde hair, getting into an argument with Iida," Izuku said as Bakugo threatened Iida.
"Got a name to go off of?" Momo inquired.
Izuku shook his head, "No, just I feel like I should be able to place his face with someone from my past." The door to the classroom opened again and a girl with brown hair framing a round face slowly stuck her head in. "Ahhh, Broken foot girl," Izuku called out when he recognized her from the entrance exam.
The nervous girl's face lit up in embarrassment and recognition, "Oh it's you from the entrance exam, the strong kid." She walked towards the back of the room, before another voice stopped her.
"If you are here to socialize get out, I don't have time to waste on teen drama," Aizawa said as he rolled into the room, clad in his signature sleeping bag. "And I might be your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa," he tiredly said as he unzipped his sleeping bag.
A few of the students murmured about the strange choice of words. But only Iida was brave enough, or just unaware enough to ask for clarification, "Sir, what do you mean you might be, are you a faculty member or not?"
"I work here," Aizawa started. "And I teach the 1-A hero course. But just because you met the requirements at the entrance exam doesn't mean you met mine." He reached into his bag and pulled out a tracksuit. "Any teenager with a hammer could have passed the exam with an acceptable score. Because of that I want to know if that's the best you can do, otherwise teaching you is a waste of time."
"Isn't that a bit harsh, sir?" a pink girl with horns on her head said. "It's only the first day.
Aizawa shrugged, "Tell that to Midoriya, he almost got kicked out, before the first day." His arm raising to point to the back of the room. Izuku shrank in his seat as all the other students looked at him with mixed expressions.
"Hurry up, we don't have all day, get to the track outside," Aizawa told the class as he walked out of the room.
The boy's locker room was eerily quiet as Izuku tried his best to ignore that the other guys were glancing at him. "So uh dude, what did sensei mean when he said you would have been expelled before you even started?" a boy with spiky red hair asked.
"Well you see it's uh," Izuku stuttered, unsure how to respond.
Katsuki instead barreled over and shoved his finger into Izuku's chest, "It's because Deku is a quirkless fuck. So he had to have cheated to get in."
"A cheater, dude not manly," Kirishima said as he backed away from the green-haired teen.
Iida perked up and quickly walked over, "Quirkless that's impossible, no quirkless person could have done the things I saw him do in the entrance exam."
"Well you see," Izuku started to say but he was cut off as an arm was draped over his shoulder.
"Oui," spoke a flamboyant blonde boy who had walked over. "This garcon, was most helpful in the exam."
"Tch, whatever," Bakugo stomped away grumbling. "He's not going to be able to cheat his way through today." At this declaration the rest of the boys changed and filed out of the room, Izuku nervously rubbing his mechanical arm as he brought up the rear.
"Took you a few minutes more than I expected," Aizawa said as his students arrived at the field.
'Why does it matter how long it takes to change," a teen with enlarged elbows asked.
"How long it takes a hero to respond to a crisis, for civilians and victims can mean the difference between life and death," Izuku mumbled. A few of the students nearest to him nodded in agreement or understanding but those further away couldn't really make out what was said.
"Oi, shut up Deku, no one wants to hear you," Katsuki shouted, loud voice clearly and easily heard by all.
"Hey, it's too early for that volume," Aizawa grunted as he twirled his finger in his ear to alleviate the ringing from the outburst. "Since you seem the most energetic, you can go first," Aizawa told Bakugo as he tossed him a baseball. "Throw this as far as you can without leaving the circle, use your quirk however you need to, to score as high as you can."
"Now we're talking," Katsuki cackled as he entered the chalked ring. He bounced the ball in his hand before winding back his arm. He whipped his body, twisting while he screamed, "DIE!" the resounding explosion caused the windows of the nearby building to shake and many of the students to cover their ears. Izuku heard a startled squeal to his left.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked the purple-haired girl who was covering her ears tightly and whimpering. She shook her head quickly and Izuku sized her up, "Sound related quirk?" and the girl nodded her head at the question. At this confirmation Izuku walked over to Momo, "Hey can you make a pair of earplugs or something," he pointed at Jirou who was still covering her ears, "Seems like this might be a problem for her throughout the day if that kid keeps making explosions like that."
Momo looked over at how everyone else had recovered while one of her classmates was still struggling to overcome the loud noise, she quickly walked over and extended her hand as she formed the silicone earplugs. Jirou took the earplugs and thanked Momo when someone asked irritatedly, "Hey are we allowed to use our quirks to help others in this?"
Before Aizawa could answer Izuku shot back, "If someone's quirk can hinder others, like his clearly does to her, then helping should be allowed."
The pro-hero instructor just shrugged, "Sounds reasonable, I'll allow it." He was prepared to deny the student and tell her that she had to overcome her weaknesses, but Izuku had a point, if he stopped someone from helping, he would be a tad hypocritical if he didn't stop someone from hindering.
As the students went down the line tossing the baseball, since Aizawa didn't want to walk back over here until the students were done, Izuku was muttering as he watched the students use their quirks, commenting on his impression of them. Momo took her turn and created a cannon for launching the baseball. "While a cannon created one of the highest scores, it clearly took up a lot of her lipocytes," Izuku thought about some of the sessions that the two of them had when they discussed Momo's quirk and how to make it more versatile, since she was concerned about how much she was improving in the few months leading up to the start of U.A..
The discussion between them turned to how she developed her objects and the two realized that she could develop her objects using materials that normally have long processing time, such as titanium, which would replace the much denser iron when creating objects, thereby conserving fatty cells that she stored in her body.
But Izuku realized a new problem now that he could see her in action using the new building process. "She makes big objects with abandon."
Jirou slid over to Izuku being the only one who could understand his quick mutterings, "Why, uh, is that a problem?"
Izuku looked up quickly, startled out of his musings, "Huh what?"
Jirou nervous that she did something wrong, stammered a reply, "Sorry, I shouldn't have eavesdropped or anything."
"No, no that's fine," Izuku quickly corrected the girl. "Just thinking, you know."
Jirou nodded, "So what did you mean by that comment though."
"Oh well, she made a cannon to launch the baseball and while it's fine for something like this," Izuku began to explain. "In the field she may not know how many things she may need. If she made something smaller, like a potato gun, while not going to achieve the same high score, it would still have performed higher than most of the other throws. That would leave her with a lot more lipocytes stored incase something unexpected comes up."
Jirou understood what the nice teen was saying, "I think I get it, ration your strength because a crisis could suddenly get worse and you might not have downtime to recovery." The discussion between the two was interrupted when the pro-hero spoke up.
"Midoriya, stop flirting," Aizawa called out after Momo moved the cannon she created out of the way for the next person. "Just because you don't have to worry about expulsion like the rest of your classmates do, doesn't mean you should take this lightly." His comment drawing more confused looks from his classmates. "Get over here and show them why only All Might performed better in the entrance exam than you did."
"What?" Jirou looked as Izuku strolled over to the circle. Momo taking up a spot next to her.
"Hello, I am Momo Yaoyorozu," Momo introduced herself to the girl that her boyfriend was conversing with.
"Kyoka Jirou," she responded. "What did sensei mean when Izuku didn't have to worry and that thing about All Might?"
Momo opened her mouth, then shook her head. "It'll just be easier if you see for yourself," she said as she nodded to Izuku.
Izuku who had taken his place in the circle turned to Aizawa, "So Eraserhead, what's the score to beat?"
"705.2 meters," the tired teacher answered as he reset his counting machine.
Izuku nodded and stared at the ball for a moment, then in the blink of an eye flung his arm out and released the white sphere which rocketed off at ludicrous speed. Aizawa waited for the machine to beep. "14.6 km," the pro-hero displaying the screen for the rest of the class.
Jirou looked from Izuku to Momo, preparing to ask a few questions when the sound of rapid explosions caused her to cover her ears, even if she had in earplugs the noise was still loud.
"DEKUUUUUU!" Bakugo roared as he rushed his quirkless former classmate, his pops and stride were both stopped as thick bands wrapped around him. "What the?"
"Do you think this school is a joke?" Aizawa chastised the struggling teen. "To think our standards have slipped so much that we'd let in a rabid animal," the pro-hero muttered as he relaxed his scarf. "You can thank your classmate, he just used your one warning." He faced his students, or those that might make it through the day, he spoke loudly and clearly. "You are not licensed. Use of your quirk not during the heroics course or during training is forbidden."
Bakugo scoffed and walked back to the line, "What about quirkless cheaters?"
"Mr. Midoriya's quirkless status is known to the school's faculty and as such is a nonissue," Aizawa stated bluntly as he began walking to the next activity. "Come on, I want to be done before noon today."
"Quirkless?"
"Doesn't deku mean worthless?"
"Stop wasting time, you'll have plenty to gossip if you make it through the day," Aizawa shouted as he stopped at track lines, "Fifty-meter dash, go in pairs of two."
The two first students, Iida and a girl with a frog-like body stepped up to go first, going down the line Jirou's eyes widened as she realized that standing next to the snarling Bakugo meant that she would run concurrent with the explosive teen. Shuffling her feet for a second, she nervously tapped Izuku on the shoulder, drawing him from his conversation with Momo. "Umm, Deku, could you maybe, switch with me?"
Izuku looked next to her and noticed that Bakugo was glaring daggers at him, recognizing that racing next to him would be damaging to her hearing, even with the earplugs, he nodded. "And it's Izuku, not deku."
Blushing Jirou bowed low, "Oh geez, I'm so sorry, I just heard him shout that and thought it was your name."
Izuku waved off her concerns, "It's alright, I never properly introduced myself anyway, so don't get too hung up on it. Just wish I knew why he seems to dislike me so much."
"Fucking Deku, you can pretend you don't know me for as long as you like, you're still a quirkless loser who ran away," Bakugo yelled at him. Izuku rolled his eyes and turned away from Bakugo so he could continue his conversation with Momo, only to be grabbed by his arm and forced to turn back around. "You think that you can just disappear for a few years and act like you weren't always everyone's bitch."
Aizawa sighed and stopped the next group of students before they ran, this was a hero school and not a daycare so unless there was a physical altercation it wasn't his business to play parent to a bunch of teenagers.
The students watched the confrontation. The green-haired boy seemed nice, or at least not as loud and angry as the ashen-haired teen. Momo however had enough of Bakugo's attitude. "Look, Bakugo was it," she said, obviously remembering the student's name, but acting like she didn't was one of the first tactics at asserting dominance. "Whatever problem you have with Izuku is in the past," her long legs allowing her to confidently stride up to the smaller teen in a few steps, before firmly planting herself in front of him. "And it will stay in the past unless you want to push it."
She jabbed him in the chest with her finger while he snarled, "Because if you act like some of those others from his past, I. Will. Destroy you." She glared down at the boy who wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
"Fuck you," Bakugo stepped up, pushing himself against her, never having to back down from a fight. He raised his shoulders and turned up his palms.
Izuku placed his metallic hand on Bakugo's chest and effortlessly pushed him back. At this Bakugo finally took stock of the boy he used to know and noticed some significant changes. "Look, if before the incident, I knew you, then I am willing to apologize that I don't remember you now," Izuku said sincerely. "Even if we weren't friends, we can try. So how about we introduce ourselves, I am Izuku Midoriya," sticking out his metallic hand with a smile.
Bakugo snarled, "Fucking Deku, trying to pretend you forgot all about me." Katsuki looked down, "What the fuck are you wearing?"
Izuku paused, then looked at his outfit, "The gym uniforms Aizawa gave us?" he questioned.
"No dumbass, this," Bakugo grabbed Izuku's arm and yanked. "The fuck?"
"Hey dude, that's not how you shake hands," Izuku chuckled.
"Take this thing off Deku," Bakugo ordered him.
"Can't," Izuku sighed. "That's my arm now," he said solemnly as he pulled up his sleeve further, exposing where the nanomachines connected to his body.
"That's a cool quirk," Mina cried out. "What's it called?"
Izuku looked at Momo and shrugged, unsure of what to do.
The raven-haired beauty coughed, drawing attention, "It's not a quirk."
"What do you mean it's not a quirk?" Iida asked as he finished jogging over from his run.
Izuku looked at his potential classmates, "I got hurt about a year ago, a couple of villains really messed me up." Izuku rotated his arm as he looked it over longingly. "Nearly killed me, frankly it's a miracle that I'm even still alive."
"As a reward for his heroic actions that day, Izu-kun received the greatest level of care possible," Momo continued when she realized Izuku was really uncomfortable talking about his life to other people his age. "His arm and quite a bit of the rest of his body was replaced by machines. So no, it's not a quirk, he's 100% certified quirkless." Then she glared down at Katsuki, "And a side effect of either the attack or the machines left him with amnesia, he forgot nearly all of his past. So if you are smart, take the offer and start anew with him."
Aizawa stepped in because this was taking too long for his liking and he had a hot date with a cold sleeping bag, which he had stored in a miniature fridge under his desk, along with juice boxes. The pro-hero spoke up, "And when U.A. was made aware of his quirkless status he was required to take a secondary entrance exam to ensure his acceptance was not a fluke and he passed with flying colors. Which is why he's the only one who doesn't have to worry about being expelled today, since I already know he has potential. So that means the rest of you better try a lot harder than you already were."
The other students were left with a litany of questions that they wanted answered but the threat of expulsion pushed them to double their focus on passing. Each pair that ran exceeded their previous bests from middle school. Then it came to Izuku and Katsuki's turn to run. "Tch, whatever loser, so you got a metal arm, it's just going to slow you down in this," he sneered as he braced his shoulders to blast off the ground.
"Get ready," Aizawa shouted.
Izuku hopped from one foot to another as he loosened himself up, "If that's what you think then by all means, Bakugo." Izuku chuckled as he knelt into a sprinters position.
"Start."
Both boys took off to an explosive start. With the cloud of smoke Bakugo left behind it obscured the student's vision, when a few seconds later the testing machine beeped. "Midoriya, 2.67 seconds. Bakugo, 4.13 seconds."
"Impressive speed Midoriya," Iida complimented as Izuku went back to stand in line.
Izuku nodded at the praise, "Thanks Iida, looks like Momo and Jirou are up next." He turned his attention to the two girls going next.
Momo began making a racing bicycle before Aizawa started the run. Jirou quirked an eyebrow at her, "Seriously."
The buxom teen shrugged, "It works doesn't it?"
"I guess," Jirou said as she readied herself to run. When Aizawa called for them to begin, Momo took off and completed the 50-meters in just under five seconds. With the rocker trailing behind at 5.7 seconds. As they both walked back to the group that was moving on to the long jump, Jirou spoke up. "Izuku is right you do make big stuff like crazy."
"What was that?" Momo looked at the girl she was walking with.
"Izuku said that you tend to make big stuff when something smaller would work just as well," Jirou responded. "A racing bike got you a good score but wouldn't roller-skates have done the job as well but taken up a lot less of your quirk?"
"No, I understood that from the big stuff comment, but you called him Izuku," Momo smirked.
"What, nuh-no, I didn't," Jirou stammered.
Momo covered her mouth as she giggled, "It's fine, just don't let Izuku hear you say that."
Jirou froze, "Why, is it bad?" suddenly nervous that she would have offended the boy twice since meeting him.
"Nothing bad, he just turns into this mushy stammering mess and he's super cute," Momo thought about all the times she made him blush before he got more comfortable with her.
"Cute? So, what, are you and Midoriya, a thing," she inquired.
Momo ended up in the back of the line standing next to a blonde boy with a black streak in his hair, and a pink skinned girl. "Well we've been dating for the past, oh, 9 months."
"Wait, you're a couple?" Jirou exclaimed.
"Yeah, him and his mother have been living with us for a little over a year and a half," Momo continued.
Jirou's eyes widened, "He lives with you!"
"Well no, we got an apartment together," the raven-haired teen corrected Jirou.
Mina twirled on her feet as the line moved forward, "You two live together in a cozy apartment?" she inquired further, excited to hear such juicy gossip on the first day.
"Well cozy is one way to put it," Momo nodded her head. "It's a one bedroom, so we share a bed."
Kaminari began coughing violently. "You and him," he said pointing to Izuku who was making small talk with a boy who had a tail, "In a bed. Every night, together."
Momo suddenly blushed at realizing what the boy was implying, "We aren't doing that, we just cuddle and hold each other."
"Still though," Kaminari laced his fingers behind his head.
Momo groaned as she realized by the end of the day everyone is going to know that her and Izuku have an intimate relationship.
After all the tests were finished and everyone made it back to the area where they started, Aizawa instructed them to look at a display board. Sitting at the top was Izuku who outperformed all the other students except for in a few instances, such as Ochako throwing a ball into space. Mineta, looked at the ground and began sniffling, he was at the bottom of the scoreboard.
Aizawa shut off the display and spoke up, "Oh and about the expulsion, I lied." Half of the students started griping about how they worked so hard for no reason then. Aizawa shouted loudly, "No brats, you worked so hard to push yourselves, there isn't any point of improving if we don't know your limits."
Izuku chuckled, "And he wasn't going to expel anyone for this anyway, he hates stuff like this."
"What you talking about Midoriya," Mineta rounded on the cyborg.
"Easy, Eraserhead has petitioned for the entrance exam to change every year since he's been a teacher, he thinks it's illogical to test for combat skills when some of the best quirks either don't work on robots or aren't used for fighting," Izuku explained.
"Just think about The Youthful Hero, Recovery Girl, one of the greatest quirks of our generation, well hers really, but healing quirks are so rare that hospitals and other agencies are desperate to snatch them up the moment they even get a provisional license," Izuku continued his speech. "But most of those people tend to not have any combat application for their quirks, which means U.A. has turned away a lot of students who would otherwise make great heroes just because they don't have a lot of initial power behind them."
Aizawa shrugged, "Kid's right. I have expelled over a hundred students in my time as a teacher, but none on the first day. The entrance exam is illogical and U.A. loses out on a lot of talent because of it." The pro-hero yawned, "Class is dismissed for the day, be ready because tomorrow you are all going to be put through your paces."
After everyone changed back into their school uniform, Momo and Izuku were walking to the entrance so they could take the train back to their side of town, when Izuku spotted movement. Izuku tapped his girlfriend's shoulder. "Hey, I'll catch up in just a minute," he said to her as he nodded in the direction of Bakugo.
"Hey Bakugo," Izuku shouted to catch the boy's attention. "Hey, wait up," he said as he jogged over.
"The fuck do you want Deku?" Bakugo growled.
"Look, I don't remember you," Izuku said. "I don't know what our history was, I don't know if I was a complete asshole to you, if I kicked your dog or always picked on you. And if I was that guy, then I truly am sorry, because I'm a different person from then." Izuku stretched and stood up straight and proper.
"But I saw you aim your palms at Momo," Izuku's mechanical eye glowed a soft blue. "If you ever," Izuku's robotic arm shot out faster than Katsuki could react at that close range and squeezed causing Katsuki to hiss in pain. "Aim your quirk at her like that again. You will not have a chance to beg for mercy." Izuku waited a second before releasing his grip, "Do I make myself clear?"
He didn't stand around to listen to the response, he had better things to do, like sit on the couch and watch a movie with his wonderful girlfriend.
Author's Notes: Good to be back. hopefully I can stick up with writing and not fall into a slump like I have been.
So let's hit up the Review Review because it's my favorite part of the notes.
abciluvpie: Honestly I don't fully know Japanese culture, being an American and all. But I do understand that no matter the culture you grew up in, being rushed to the hospital to find out that your son has been mutilated and will likely die is a highly stressful situation. Especially for someone as emotional as Inko, so she clearly wasn't acting in the demure manner she normally would.
LD 1449: I don't know what you mean by Mary Sue-ness, could you please elaborate. I know what a Mary Sue is, but if you could explain WHO I have made into a Mary Sue and why you think that, would be greatly appreciated so I can adjust character development.
Coduss: Bakugo has not been punched, yet, but he has been warned. Which is only fair.
tiguylerobot: I am surprised no one has done a Guyver the Bio-Boosted Armor cross over, it wouldn't even shift the power scales all that much. Maybe a Generator Gawl at some point, since the series are so similar.
so this chapter I felt dragged a little longer than I had intended, but I guess because now the cast has grown so quickly it would when I want to keep using a lot of people since it's not a story that's centric focus is on a few people.
I get to get back to the action scenes soon. U.A.'s security upgrade will result in a few, major changes to canon events, because if they can't get into the computers well. Just think about some changes that may follow.
Until next time. Need to get some chapters done for other stories. For those waiting on Magician's Secret, I am probably halfway through writing the Second Event of the Sports Festival, it's pretty slow writing that because pacing on that event is weird, it's not nearly as action packed as the canon since the intent of that event is to be procedural.
