Okay, so not gonna lie, I am totally using this fanfic as an excuse to fix all the little things that bugged me about the series. Like I get why they didn't happen, but it still bugs me. Like the fact that despite being vastly outnumbered by villains, everyone pretty much got off without a scratch! Or the fact that despite it being Japan's new Olympics, parents still have to watch the sports festival on the TV.

In more important news, the amazing Astromei has done fanart of Izuku and Inko's hero costumes! Please check them out on my AO3 or Tumblr because they are, frankly, incredible!

"I thought your lot were good with time!"

"Hey, I have a head wound, anyway, I didn't see you setting an alarm."

"I was tired! I have had a lot of information to process, besides you said you were all 'synced up with the universe' or some tosh."

"That is not what I said! See if I tell you anything ever again!"

"Yeah, like you can keep your mouth shut."

Katsuki skidded into the classroom a fraction of a second before Izuku, the two of them clearing the doorway just as the morning bell began to ring.

"Deku!"

"Midoriya!"

The twin yells came from Iida and Ururaka, both of whom seemed completely unscathed from their adventure only two days earlier.

"Are you okay?" Ururaka asked, peering anxiously at the thick plaster on Izuku's forehead and the bruises ringing his throat. They were just starting to fade to a sickly yellow around the edges and looked worse than ever. "I didn't see you after USJ, the teachers said you were alright and everything, but you just disappeared."

"Oh, yeah." Izuku rubbed a hand across the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just with the medics and then I went home once they cleared me. Is everyone alright?"

He addressed the last question to the room, peering past his friends to see how everyone was. He had been right about Koda, the other boy's arm had been wrapped in a cast, the white bandages had already been covered in splashes of colourful signatures and well-wishes. It wasn't Koda's dominant hand, but Izuku made a note to find the shy boy a whiteboard or something, signing with one arm in a cast would be painful. Jiro was lounging at her desk so it was hard to see, but there was a pair of crutches hooked against her chair that implied that Izuku had been right about the sprain. Over on the other side of the room Hagakure looked even more bizarre than usual, her empty school uniform hovering beneath a cap of bandages, presumably wrapped around her skull.

Aside from them and Izuku, though, no one seemed too badly hurt. There were a few cuts and bruises here and there, Ashido had bandages wrapped around her forearms and Aoyama was nursing a broken nose and two black eyes that he was certainly handling with poor grace. There were no serious injuries though. And no one was dead or dropped out. Izuku huffed an inaudible sigh of relief and moved to his desk.

"Told you everyone would be fine." Katsuki muttered, dropping his bag onto his desk and then flopping down onto the chair.

"Yeah, we're all fine!" Kirishima grinned, "That buddy system was super effective, good plan, bro!"

"Yeah, unless your buddy was an arsehole!" Kaminari chipped in, glaring at Sero and Jiro. There were scuffs and scrapes all over him but nothing more serious. "Not cool guys."

Jiro rolled her eyes. "It worked, didn't it? You make a good stun gun."

Kaminari spluttered, uselessly, Jiro had already turned away to start a conversation with Yaoyorozu.

"Yes, yes we are all relieved that everyone is well." Iida exclaimed, pushing his glasses further up his nose and ignoring Kaminari's increasingly high-pitched spluttering. "But we should take our seats, our teacher will be here soon to begin homeroom."

"Um," Ururaku cut in, "Iida, you're the only one standing."

Iida blinked at the class, all of who were in their seats and staring up at him. "Ah!" He yelped at the realisation, scrambling to sit down.

"Do we even know if Aizawa-Sensei is going to be in today?" Hagakure asked. Her empty shirt twisted itself to the side as she seemingly turned to look at the class. "He looked pretty banged up last time I saw him."

"Maybe we'll have a cover?" Ashido suggested. "I hope it's Midnight."

"It couldn't be," Yaoyoruzu said, tucking her fringe behind one ear shyly as she spoke. "Midnight is the Homeroom teacher to one of the General Ed courses, isn't she?"

"Oooooh!" Aoyama said, "I hope it is the fabulous Captain Celebrity, he truly knows how to shine wonderfully for his fans."

"He doesn't even teach here."

Aoyama sniffed, pointing his nose in the air and crossing his nose. "It could happen." The effect was slightly ruined by the fact that breathing too deeply through his nose was still painful enough to make his eyes water.

"No, it couldn't."

Everyone turned at the blunt pronouncement to see Aizawa, heavily bandaged and sat at his desk as though nothing had happened. Izuku was pretty sure that only the front row heard their teacher mutter 'I hate that guy' under his breath in the explosion of noise that followed.

"You're back!"

"Sensei, are you okay?"

"As expected of a pro hero!"

Izuku frowned, giving their teacher a once over. He wasn't quite a healed as he was trying to make out. One of his arms had been bound in a sling and strapped to the opposing shoulder to prevent movement, and scabbing ran all the way down one side of his face where it had been smashed into the floor. It looked like it started just under the hairline and curved down around his jaw. Still. It could have been much, much worse.

"Yes, yes, I am back, and I am glad to see you are all recovered from your ordeal because a bigger threat is looming."

There was a wave of panic through the classroom and Izuku narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Aizawa's face was impassive, but Izuku could feel him snickering to himself.

"The sports festival!"

The relief in the room was immediate.

"As you all know, this is the chance for you to make your mark on the world's stage." Aizawa narrowed his eyes briefly, "Do not disappoint."

And there came the tension again. Well, from most people. Izuku didn't even need to look at Kacchan to know that the other boy would have his signature sadistic grin on his face.

Aizawa leant down and retrieved his yellow sleeping bag from beneath his desk. From within it he retrieved a large stack of papers, bound together with string so that he could carry them with his one free hand.

He dropped them on the edge of his desk with an audible thump.

"Everything that you need to know about the event is in these induction booklets. Make sure that you retrieve one at the end of homeroom and memorise it. I will not accept any signs of ignorance on the day."

Aizawa shot them a gimlet-eyed look, red flashing briefly as he activated his quirk for maximum intimidation. "Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir!" The class chanted.

"Good."

Aizawa flicked the register open and started to take roll-call. Izuku drowned him out, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin, his other hand fiddling restlessly with the chain that his clock hung on. The whole world would be watching, huh?

Xxx

Katsuki didn't think that the school day had ever dragged so much before.

Like he wouldn't have minded, but they didn't even have a practical hero class today. They'd just had an hour on hero ethics before lunch and then it was just normal school stuff for the rest of the day. The last lesson of the day had been physics and not even the fact that it was taught by Power Loader was enough to make it interesting. Physics was his best subject. It's not like he needed to pay attention.

Besides, it's not like he was the only one not paying attention. Lightning-bolt and Earphones were playing tic-tac-toe. Glasses kept trying to get them to stop without drawing attention to it or getting in trouble himself. Even Izuku, general goodie, goodie had spent the lesson with his nose buried in the info-pack they'd been given that morning. His forehead was scrunched up in deep and he had that annoying twist to his mouth that meant he'd found something that he thought illogical in there.

"Finally!" Katsuki crowed as the bell rang. He ignored Glasses' splutters for him to be more respectful of their teachers and kicked the back of Izuku's chair to get him to look up.

"Deku, look alive, I wanna get down to the beach and practice, we've only got two weeks and I am gonna nail this."

Izuku frowned, absently chewing on his lower lip as he said; "You go ahead without me, I was going to head over to see Aizawa-Sensei, there were a couple of things that I wanted to ask him."

"What?" Katsuki complained. "What d'you want me to do, train by myself? Lame."

"Oh, are you training, Bakugou?" Round Face chipped in, turning from where she was packing her bag to but in where she wasn't wanted. Glasses was hanging around her as usual, disapproving frown on his stupid face. "Can we come?"

"Quirk use in public is prohibited."

"Not gonna use quirks." Katsuki rolled his eyes, this time, he added to himself. "Just nice, friendly beating on each other until one of us passes out or vomits."

"Lovely." Glasses wrinkled his posh boy nose. "Unfortunately my brother will be leaving work early for once, so my mother has insisted upon a family dinner."

"Oh," Round Face pouted for a moment. "Can I still come?"

Katsuki had no idea when he'd agreed to that. He gave the round, soft girl a once over. She was tiny, but not that smaller than Deku, might be good to fight someone else for a change. "Yeah, alright." He agreed, absently yanking Deku out of his chair when the other boy showed no signs of putting the booklet away or getting ready to leave for the day. "As long as you don't go crying home when I beat the crap out of you."

Round Face narrowed her eyes. It would be threatening if she looked less like a chipmunk. "Maybe you should worry about yourself." She said.

Katsuki couldn't resist a bark of laughter. "This might be worth my time after all. Come on, Numbskull." He shot over his shoulder, dragging Deku with him. The other boy yelped and scrambled for his books before Katsuki could drag him out of reach. "We'll drop you off at the staffroom before I deliver the beat down of the century."

"You wish!"

Katsuki cackled again, sliding the door open with one hand and dragging Deku out into the corridor. At least, that's what he intended to do. A group of extras were lurking outside, blocking the way out. He came to an abrupt halt, frowning dangerously at them. Behind him, Deku hadn't managed to break in time, bashing into his back and dropping his school books all over the floor.

"Kacchan!" He whined, dropping to the floor to scoop them up.

Katsuki didn't answer. His eyes had locked with the purple haired reject that was leading the bunch and he wasn't going to be the one who caved first.

"Loitering in the corridors is forbidden." Glasses said, pushing his way to the front. "May I know what you are doing here?"

Katsuki couldn't help but sigh. Of all the people h could have picked to represent the class, Glasses was not on the list. "They want to check out the competition, isn't obvious?" He folded his arms and leant sideways against the doorframe, giving the group his best unimpressed look. "We're the kids who took on a bunch of villains and won. They want to see if we live up to the hype."

"It's true." The purple haired one stretched casually. He had eyes like a racoon and didn't look like he'd gotten a good night's sleep in like, well, ever. "If this is the best that the hero course has to offer, though, I'm a bit disillusioned. What, do you think taking on a few villains makes you special? I'm sure if they were defeated by you, they couldn't be that tough."

Katsuki froze. Invisi-Girl had been so still when he'd dragged her into that alley that he'd thought she was dead. Izuku had moaned in his arms, skin corpse pale and blood smeared across his face. Even All Might had struggled, collapsed on the ground in a cloud of smoke and body withered to a husk of its former self.

All this went through his head in fraction of a moment and then he lunged forwards, snarl on his face and palms itching. "Is this a fucking joke to you?"

"Oh, it's you!" Deku chirped, popping up between them, smile on his face and books in hand.

Katsuki aborted his lunge before he could topple into the smaller boy and resigned himself to growling uselessly over his shoulder. Clearly Deku still lacked the ability to read the fucking room!

"Oh." Purple-Hair shifted awkwardly and the crowed suddenly looked a lot less certain. Deku's voice still had a hint of a croak to it, and the bruises where still plum dark on his throat. Katsuki guessed it was one thing to talk shit about the USJ and quite another to be confronted with its reality. "Yes, hello."

"Are you alright?" Deku asked, stowing his books in his bag. "I never got the chance to ask last time."

"Yeah, Yeah." Purple-Hair glanced over his shoulder nervously, but no help seemed to be forthcoming. "I'm fine."

"Good," Deku beamed and slung his bag over his shoulder, "It was nice to see you again, I hope we run into each other again soon. Good luck with the festival!"

"Yeah," Purple-Hair stuttered. "You too."

Deku grinned, grabbing Katsuki by the arm and towing him down the corridor. "C'mon, Kacchan, Iida, Ururaku, I want to catch Aizawa before he leaves for the day."

Xxx

"Finally." Aizawa groaned.

He was lying flat out on the staff-room sofa, eyes closed and sleeping bag draped carelessly over himself. His ribs had been complaining since fifth period and he was pretty sure that he was technically still concussed.

"I told you to stay home." Yamada said, passing him a packet of Aspirin.

Aizawa mumbled something unintelligible and swallowed two dry, flailing out with his only useful hand until Yamada pressed a juice pack into it. "Can we go home yet?"

"Not quite." Yamada answered. Aizawa knew that anyway. Nedzu had called a staff-meeting. It would probably be hours before he could get home. That rodent sure could talk.

A hesitant knock on the door cut through his musings and he shared a confused look with Yamada before swinging himself into a sitting position.

"Yes?" Yamada said, going to answer the door. "Oh, hello, little listener. What can I do for you?"

"Um." Aizawa groaned internally. The was definitely the problem child. "Is Aizawa Sensei here? I needed to talk to him about something."

Yamada shot a look over his shoulder and Aizawa nodded.

"Of course, Come in." Yamada said, stepping to the side and letting the problem child enter.

Midoriya edged into the staff-room, shooting nervous glances around the room and clutching his sports festival info pack in a white knuckled grip.

"Midoriya." Aizawa intoned, his voice carefully flat as he nodded to a chair directly across from his own. Midoriya sat in it, open bag falling off his shoulder as he did so and nearly spilling books across the staff-room floor as Midoriya scrambled to catch it.

"Is this about the speech?" Aizawa asked, already running through a dozen ways to subtly reassure the boy in his head.

The boy blinked at him and Aizawa was suddenly struck by how unnaturally green the boy's eyes were. "Speech?"

Ah. Maybe he should have given it a day. "You were the highest point getter in the entrance exam." Aizawa explained bluntly. You will be expected to give an opening speech at the festival."

"Speech?" Those green eyes widened as he spluttered before he seemed to visibly collect himself, swallowing and smoothing invisible creases out of his trouser legs. "No, I wanted to just ask about something to do with the festival." Problem child brandished the booklet he was holing as if in proof.

Aizawa inclined his head into a nod.

"Um, right." Midoriya stuttered. "Well, I was just wondering, there's nothing in here about reserving seats?"

Aizawa frowned. "Reserving seats for what?"

"Um." Midoriya looked a little startled by that, glancing down at the booklet and then back up at him. "For family members? Are they not allowed to come?"

Aizawa frowned deeper. "It's not something that we usually offer."

"Really?" Midoriya looked even more confused now and had started picking at the corner of the paper. "I just thought, I mean, it's the equivalent of the Olympics, right? And we're the competitors? I just thought, I mean people used to take their family and their coach and things to the Olympics, I thought, seeing as it was such a big deal there would be something similar in place for the festival. But, um, if there's not it's no big deal or anything"

He trailed off uncertainly, looking like he'd want nothing more than to crawl out of his own skin and hide.

"You make a good point." Aizawa admitted, frowning at Yamada over Midoriya's head. "I'm surprised that this hasn't come up before, I will speak to the headmaster and see what can be done."

Midoriya relaxed slightly, tension sagging out of his shoulders now that he knew he wasn't going to be told off. Then something else seemed to occur to him. "Um, Sir, did you say I had to give a speech?"