I prostrate myself in front of you, my dear reader, ashamed and naked (yes, it really is 6 inches). This chapter is late. Like a lot. And for that, I apologize. It was (kinda) out of my hands. I became a part of the workforce two weeks ago, and now I spend 8 hours per day hauling people in wheelchairs and hospital beds around the said hospital. And Come home, cook dinner for a 5 person family, and then crash down, till morning, rinse and repeat. Luckily, I'm a student, so I get weekends off. But the thing is, I'm sorry, but we're gonna need another break here. So next week, there will be no chapter. I'm sorry, but I won't survive otherwise. Let's just get to guest reviews.

Vahlhalla10
I watched some of Adam West's Batman. Oh, the nostalgia. Also, I'm glad so many of you enjoyed the omake. It came to me in a moment of true brilliance. I try to remain consistent with uploads and stay ahead of my writing, but RL got involved yet again. I apologize.

Blitzkrieg
Oh, how right you are. BEWARE; EVERYONE, now Nut Might is in charge of this park.

CrimsonStarBlade
I'm gonna make Izuku look the coolest in the obstacle course, don't worry about that. And as for omakes, I'll add your idea to the list. I7ve got a lot, mostly from you, my dearest readers. Thank you for that.

Guest
I suppose. But tell me, what resources got wasted exactly?

Gundamfreedom0
Thank you for reading. Also, a lot of people figured Hado, so I guess you're among the smart ones. Good job! Sports festival will be fun, I assure you. And as far as Mirio and Izuku go, still working on that.

Agregor
Well, it's my story, and while I enjoy the Momo/Izuku pairing, I think Nejire deserves the attention more. So there's that. Thank you for reading though.

typical guest
You pose a lot of questions, and some things you predicted were almost spot on. But not most, very little in fact. But don't let that discourage you. Keep guessing and asking, and I'll answer to the best of my abilities. But I can7t do that right now, because of SPOILERS.

That does it for guest reviews. I love to hear your thoughts and hope to hear many more. Also.

I OWN NOTHING! I'M BUT A HOBO THAT SNEAKS INTO THE LIBRARY AND WAISTS TIME WRITING THIS INSTEAD OF WATCHING PORN!

"Hey there!" -regular dialogue
"Who is this guy again?" -inner thoughts
"I AM HERE!" -All Might muscle form
"Time limit is nearing!" -All Might muscle form inner thoughts

This chapter was Beta-read by Frostburn77. Thank you for your work.


Izuku had to question himself; how did life lead to this situation? He was a good kid, helped at home, and he didn't break any laws. He was sure that somehow, in some way, this was a part of The Universe punishing him for something. But what exactly? Even if he did something bad, it definitely did NOT deserve such a severe punishment! Right? You're probably wondering what happened to Izuku in order for him to question himself like this and to answer that, we need to go back. Back to the past. Samurai Jack. Sorry. Anyway, here's a flashback!


FLASHBACK TIME!

"Damn that girl! How could she wake me up at 10 pm?!" Izuku was annoyed. Very much so. After one uncomfortable nap, (You try sleeping standing up) the girl, Hatsume or something, who was watching over (torturing) him, woke him up. Telling him that is was 10 pm and the workshop was closing. After using some elected words from Bakugo's dictionary, he looked up the train schedule to his home. There were none. The last one drove off the station 15 minutes ago.

Again, after a few more selected words, all borrowed from Bakugo's dictionary, he came to grips that he was going to have to walk home. And that's when the descending shadow covered him.

"Hi there! Why are you still here? Is your punishment over? Do you have a ride? Remember, I got you the training field, so you have to answer!" Questions! So many questions!

"My punishment is over, I don't have a ride, and even if I could forget, you'd sure be there to remind me," said Izuku, hiding his real thoughts under his blank face.

"I can give you a ride," she said, smirking mischievously.

"Please tell me you're not one of those girls who drive motorcycles around town, performing stunts and joining gangs."

"Nope." Izuku's face descended into one of "terror".

"Oh god. I'm just fourteen and I've been offered a sexual favor. My mom was right, I truly am too cute for my own good." Nejire might have blushed at that statement and quickly plead her innocence. There was just his one thing. His voice was dripping with sarcasm. She decided to play his game.

"You got me. You are just too cute. Like a cinnamon roll. So I thought I'd drag you behind those bushes and EAT. YOU. UP." At those last words, she stepped closer, until she was uncomfortably close, and was hit by the killing intent, washing over her body.

"Do you have to do that?" she asked him annoyed.

"Do what?" Izuku was confused and glad she did not come any closer. As a warm-blooded male, he could admit she was attractive, and he was already socially awkward. A beautiful girl did not help the situation.

"Give off this... I'm not even sure what to call it! Best I can think off is... it's like if I lay a hand on you, something bad will happen to me." Izuku wanted to refute her claim but remembered something from a few months back. He wanted to hand some money to the cashier, but she almost fell over when their hands accidentally touched. From there on out, she was always super careful when he came by.

Seeing his face drop a bit, Nejire felt bad, so she decided to change the topic.

"So you want that ride, or what?" Izuku sighed" and surrendered to fate.

"Sure, why not. Where's your motorcycle?" The grin she gave him radiated danger.

"Oh, we won't need anything like that." Izuku gulped loudly.

FLASHBACK OVER

So that's how Izuku ended up in this situation. Riding (NOT in that way) on a girl, who was flying about 200ft in the air.

"Remind me why are we allowed to do this again? We passed like 2 heroes, and a police helicopter and all they did was wave to you!" he yelled into her ear. She punished him by doing a loop, before answering.

"Don't yell! And my father is the Head of the Department for Quirk Transportation, so as soon as I became 18 years old, I got my Quirk Transportation License.

"Huh. Do you have to be eighteen to get it?"

"No, that's just for flying. Or if you have super speed, if your max speed is over 40 km/h. But I don't think there has been anyone with a speed quirk that fast since the passing of Flashy Flash. At least in Japan. I heard there is this Flash guy in America, but those might be just rumors, since they keep their heroes well hidden, ever since-"

"-All Might left," said Izuku at the same time as her. Turning her head towards him, she smiled.

"So you're a hero otaku too?"

"Ugh, I hate that phrase. And, no, I'm not."

"Then what would you call yourself?"

"Hero enthusiast? I guess?" Nejire smirked. Time to smoke out the liar.

"What was the latest hero's tribute in Mustafu?"

"Mt. Lady, defeating the rampaging quirk user."

"How many people did All Might save during the fire in January last year?"

"126."

"How hot are the flames on Endeavor's face?"

"Trick question, the flames are not on his face, but his heath resistance and a special non-heating gel protect him from 1100 up to 2200 degrees flame that he uses as a mask."

"You're totally a hero otaku!" Izuku started sulking, as Nejire smiled in victory.

For the next few minutes, they flew in silence, passing another flying hero, who just waved them on. Shortly after they arrived in Izuku's home block and Izuku asked her to fly down.

"Alright, thank you for the ride, I guess." Izuku didn't really know what to do now, so he just awkwardly waited for her to leave.

"So... I'll see you around, I guess."

"Yea... I guess." He carefully watched her take off, making sure she left. Watching her fly away, Izuku gave a breath of relief and walked towards his apartment complex.

"That girl is gonna be the death of me." He thought to himself, without realizing that the corners of his mouth bent upwards ever so slightly.


The next day was going extremely well. He was in school on time, he got all the points on a pop quiz, and for lunch, he tried some delicious hot soba; ignoring a resentful glare that was sent by Todoroki. He was starting to hope that today was finally going to be a good day. Unfortunately, The Universe walked up to his Hope and brutally murdered it. With a stick.

"Izuku!"

"Don'tlookbackDon'tlookbackDon'tlookback-"

"There you are!"

"Damn it!" Keeping his face blank, he turned towards Uraraka, who was happily standing there, all excited. He sighed quietly, before addressing her, while walking onwards.

"Hello, Uraraka. How can I help you?" She looked at him strangely, before a smile returned to her face.

"Well, I need your help with something."

"Oh? And what would that be?" Izuku had no problem helping people, he was training to be a hero after all. But seeing as they were classmates, she was going to probably ask him for some tutoring or som-

"I need you to be my boyfriend."

CRACK!

Izuku was looking at Ochako slack-jawed while stepping THROUGH the floor with one foot. They got weird looks from around the hallway, and a loud complaint from the students on the down floor. After Izuku managed to pull his leg out of concrete and Ochako found Cementos who fixed the hole, she explained him her plan.

"Ok, let's see if I understand. Because you felt awkward walking alone with Iida, you need me to walk you around so you can get used to it."

"That's the gist of it, yes." She nodded.

"But why would you want that? Wait. There's only one reason I can think of..." Thinking everything over, Izuku did not miss a blush creeping up the girl's cheek.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Why would I agree to this?" Grabbing the new topic with both hands, Ochako dropped another bomb.

"So you can learn how to talk to girls."

CRACK!

After another search for Cementos, and a few juicy words used yours truly, Izuku and Ochako now stood still, eliminating the risk of another hole in the floor.

"Why would I want to learn how to talk with girls?"

"Well, I saw you and that blue-haired girl yesterday, and you looked uncomfortable, so I figured, it's because you don't know how to talk with her."

"Nope. I was uncomfortable because she was annoying. Kinda like Uraraka is right now." He looked another look at his classmate, suddenly noticing something in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Oh! It's nothing. Well... It's strange, seeing you show your emotions like that. usually, you're all like-" She did a perfect copy of his blank face.

"Oh." He quickly schooled his face back to blank, getting a disappointed look from his classmate.

"Anyway, I don't know where you got the idea I would like to learn how to talk with girls, but I do not. Find someone else for this plan." Suddenly, something shifted in the air. And as Izuku looked towards his classmate, he saw something in her eyes, that did not belong there. Something... dangerous. Izuku gulped heavily and asked:

"What happens if I refuse to help you?"

The feeling of danger became stronger, as Ochako's eyes shone brighter.

"I'm going to give her your phone number."

"No!"

"No." She smiled at his gaping expression.

"You help me, and I'll help you. I'll give you till the end of class to think it over." With that, she smiled at him once again and left him standing in the hallway.


Izuku managed to collect himself before the start of the class and kept his composure throughout the rest of the day. He ate lunch alone, since Uraraka convinced Iida that they need to socialize with other classmates as well. Hado-senpai was also nowhere in sight, so he had a nice peaceful lunch, alone with his pho.

But after the last class has ended, and Aizawa dragged himself into the corner, wrapped snugly into his sleeping bag, there was a sudden blockade at the door.

"Hey! What is happening? Why are you all gathered around the entrance of our homeroom?" asked Tenya, with a lot of chopping. And the answer came, surprisingly, from Bakugo.

"They are here to scout the competition. Since they couldn't do it yesterday, and most don't come early enough to do it before. We did, after all, survive a villain attack." he then scowled.

"But it's useless. Out of my way you extras!" The sea of students split to let him pass, except for one person.

"Ha! So his is the famous class 1.A? I expected a lot more from someone who survived a villain attack! Anyway, I'm not interested in you, just in the All Might wannabe who took down the monster at the USJ. It would be an honor to shake his hand." The guy who said that had blond hair and was the living embodiment of the word douche. Everyone in the class looked at Izuku, who shook his head. He did not need that, not right now, not ever.

"Why do you care?" asked Kirishima, and stood defiantly in front of the blond.

"Ah! I haven't introduced myself yet! I am Neito Monoma, from class 1.B, best heroics class! And of course, your little adventure took away the spotlight from us! But if you're soo much better, then how did the villains even snuck up on you? And Why do you have such a rude person in the class!" he pointed at Bakugo.

"Even now, he looks like a villain!" He wanted to go on, but it was that moment Izuku had enough.

"Alright, I'm done. I'm going home."

"Oh, Izuku, me and Toru we're kinda hoping we could go to the mall together." Izuku stopped, his back turned. Then he quickly said,

"I don't have time today. Or tomorrow. Or this week. I need to train for the festival." Then he quickly tried to leave. But he forgot about Monoma.

"Look how he runs away! And from a girl nonetheless! Is that the true face of class 1.A? Bunch of weaklings and cowards?!"

"YOU WISH!" Came the response from the floating set of clothes.

"Izuku is no coward OR a weakling! He was the one who defeated the Nomu mmnghfff-" Mina tried to stop her friend from blurting too much, bit had already been too late. The whole crowd now looked upon Izuku in a new light. The looks of admiration, fear, jealousy, and in Monoma's case, greed, were being thrown his way.

"So this is the one! The 'New All Might' as they call you. Now isn't that interesting-" he tried to sling his arm around Izuku's shoulder, but before he could touch him, the full force of Izuku's killing intent hit him. He stumbled away from the teen, shivering in cold sweat, panting heavily.

"What is wrong with him! He couldn't possibly know about my quirk! But that feeling just now... If I would have touched him, I would have died for sure! Damn! I need to find another way to copy his power." Monoma wanted to speak again, but before he could, another voice resonated through the room.

"Hey, blond duche! Which Hero class is better?"

"Well that's obviously cla-" but before he could finish, his eyes dulled and glossed over, and he just stood there.

"Good. Now walk to your class, and apologize for being a pretentious duchebag." Monoma just walked away, the crowd parting in awe. At the door now stood a student who's purple hair defied gravity. He also looked as if he hasn't slept in days.

"Tell me something. Are all students in the Hero course either arrogant duchebags or rude assholes? Based on what I saw, I must say, I'm disappointed." Some of the members of class 1.A looked apologetic. Bakugo wasn't one of them.

"Those of us, who did not make it to the hero course, are stuck in other courses. There's many of us, you know?" Izuku was wondering what the kid was getting at.

"If you perform well enough on the festival, they'll consider transferring you to the Hero course. And of course, if any of you perform poorly, you might get kicked out. This a great opportunity to knock you guys down a peg or two. Consider this... A declaration of war!" Everyone in 1.A tensed up at his words. Well, almost everyone. Izuku still stood there, not a care in the world, while Bakugo was measuring the kid with his gaze.

Before the explosive blonde could speak, there was more commotion from the back of the crowd, someone from 1.B yelling not to embarrass the Hero course. That was the point Izuku had enough. He walked past the purple-haired kid, their gazes meeting for a single moment. Izuku felt something familiar, but could not remember it. Then he also walked past the member of 1.B who tried to grab his shoulder. But the moment his hand approached, he jumped back and activated his quirk, which by the looks of it was some kind of iron or steel coating. That started a wave of whispers, as every student now jumped away from him like he was carrying a plague. Not that Izuku minded.

Izuku walked outside, happy to be free of the crowd and alone again. Of course, he should really learn not to tempt the Universe like this.

"Hello, my cute kohai!"

"Fuck you, Universe. With a stick."


The two weeks breezed by, as class 1.A was waiting in their room, inside a massive stadium. Because of the news report about the 'New All Might', the viewing was boosted through the roof, not that there was any lacking in the first place. But while the first-years festival got more attention than the second ear, this one got the third years beaten by quite a margin.

Izuku's classmates were excitedly chatting with each other, sharing training methods and fighting tips. And Tenya and Ochako were no different.

"I see! So you've tried different pain medications to try and quell your stomach pains when you use your quirk on you." Tenya was chopping air with even greater vigor.

"Yea. They did help, but not for long, heh." Ochako laughed and rubbed the back of her head. Her 'special training' with Izuku helped about as much as a honey badger in your bed. While she could force Izuku to come along, she could not force him to hold the conversation. Either he would comment on something, or just made noises when she said something.

"So, how about you, Izuku?" she asked him. Izuku though back to what he did in those two weeks and started shivering. Not a lot, but enough to notice. Ochako looked at him in worry, while Tenya started hypothesizing what could be wrong. All of that was all stopped when someone approached them. It was Todoroki.

"Midoriya. Objectively speaking, you are stronger than me. But my quirk is more versatile and I have complete mastery over it." Izuku just stared at him.

"They compare you to All Might, and he seemed interested in you well enough." He noticed a twitch in the greenette eyes, the gaze darkening, but face staying still.

"I won't privy into that. But, I will beat you." That's when Izuku smiled. Yes, smiled.

"You are very welcome to try." Todoroki narrowed his eyes at him, before walking off, Kaminari commenting that a war between strongest classmates will surely be worth watching.

"Class 1.A, please make your way to the playing field."

Here. We. Go.


Here we go indeed. The lat of the filler chapters is done and out. I hope you enjoyed it. Now allow me to explain in greater detail why there will be a break next week.

As you know, I now have a summer job. And it's working me to the bone. Luckily, it is more of an on/off job, which means that I work a lot now, so I can have a long break later. That later comes after the 15th of June. After that, I can dedicate all my time to writing again. Until then, I7m sorry, but it just won't work out. Chapter 12 will come out on the said 15th, my last work day for a while (two weeks at least). And why do I work? Money. I kinda need it. There is the option of P atreon ( hates that word), but I don't like that. You don't owe me anything, so I won't be taking it. End of story.

Alright, I think that's about it. READ. REVIEW. Let me know what YOU think, and we'll read each other next time. NPGamer out.

PEACE!