Midoriya stood in the lobby of the teachers' dorm before Aizawa. The teacher rubbed the back of his neck, "So, we shouldn't stop you from interacting with others, but considering how long you could be out, you should contact us on a thirty-minute interval." He rolled his shoulders, "You still have that app, right?"

Midoriya nodded, "Y-Yes."

Aizawa explained, "Contact a teacher once you reach the stations and then Yaoyorozu's household. Once you're done with your study session, call us when you leave and when you reach the station. One of us should be waiting for you when you get there."

The student nodded, "Yes, sir."

The teacher was about to walk away but stopped to add, "Oh, and considering it's monsoon season, be sure to bring an umbrella and an extra set of clothes just in case."

Midoriya bowed, "Of course." With that, the student waved as he made his leave, "Bye~!"

Midnight peeked her head out from the kitchen with a mug of coffee, "You know, he's too obedient for his own good." She was only in a very large shirt, covering her black jean-shorts, with her tied up in a messy ponytail.

Aizawa shrugged as he pushed his hands into his pockets, "We've made him greatly aware of his situation." He stepped deeper into the building, "It's rational to rely on individuals who understand the world he's about to enter."

She took a sip from her mug, brushing some of her hair behind her ear, "Why did you vote to let him in?"

He shrugged once again, "With that brain of his and his actions during the USJ, it seemed logical. Why shouldn't we let someone who's perfectly capable in?"

Snipe shook his head as he leaned against a far wall, near the elevator to the upper floors, "Because of how dangerous it is." "He could get himself killed." He was in simple casual wear. Although, he kept his mask on for… some reason.

Aizawa scratched his cheek, "So could anyone else—anyone of us." He walked towards the elevator, "Just because he's Quirkless doesn't mean he's incapable of surviving."

The Homing Hero pushed off the wall, shaking his head, "Without his suit-"

The Erasure-Hero walked forward, "Without a gun, you can't shoot from a distance." He tilted his head towards Midnight, "If all of her opponents wore gas-masks, then her Quirk's useless." He pulled out eye-droplets and using the medicinal liquid, "And if my dry-eye acts up, I can't keep my eyes open through a fight."

Snipe paused for a moment before shaking his head, "We're different."

Aizawa shook his head, "Because we taught ourselves how to make up for our weaknesses and ensured that we're not just one-trick ponies." He sighed, walking past his fellow teacher and pressing the elevator button, "Just because he relies on technology and has no Quirk to rely on, doesn't mean he can't handle himself without them." The elevator dinged before the doors slid open and the tired-eyed Hero entered it, "And even if he can't handle himself, it's our jobs as teachers to ensure that he can." He raised a brow as the doors slid shut, "Is it not?"

The elevator dinged before ascending upward. Snipe blinked underneath his mask before crossing his arms and stepping back, "Dammit… That makes sense…" He turned around to face Midnight.

She shook her head, "Hey, don't look at me, I voted the kid in too."

He nodded to her, "Why did you?"

Midnight chuckled, "Why would I vote for a kid who pulled himself from the brink of unconsciousness just to stand and scream defiantly to the sky, as if saying that he will never give up until he achieves his dream?" There seemed to be a glint of stars in her eyes, "A kid who tinkered away underneath our noses and brought himself up as a mecha-sentai ranger before any of us realized?" She returned to a neutral look as she shrugged, sipping from her mug, "Why would anyone ever think someone like that could be a Hero?"

Snipe sighed, "Could do without the sarcasm." He made his way into the living room, "They had good points though…" He took a seat on the couch as his mind wandered with the idea before he sighing internally, "I still don't like it…"

The crash of a cup and Midnight's, "Ah," stole his attention though. She looked over her shoulder at him, still holding her mug—meaning she had broken some other cup, "Um… From the bottom of my heart…" She winced, "My bad."

He shook his head, "Are you going to clean it up?"

She blinked before taking a deep breath, "After I finish my coffee."

Snipe sighed internally, "Why am I living here…?"

XXX

Jirou leaned against a wall while adjusting her bag underneath her arm, looking out the window of the speeding train and towards the dark clouds rolling across the sky. She wore some casual clothing to the session with monotone colorings. One of her jacks was plugged into her phone and she was listening away as it sped to the next stop. She was thinking about her conversation with her folks when she explained the session.

XXX

Her mother spoke reasonably, sitting on the living room couch, "Oh, you're going to a study thing with your classmates? That should be fine."

Her father stood from the couch dramatically, "Hold on, babe." He asked needlessly, putting a foot on the coffee table between them (while ignoring the protests from his wife), "Kyoka, will there be any boys there?"

Jirou lied as she plopped upon the couch across from her mother, father, and the coffee table, "Nope."

Kyotoku strained his voice as he spun his head away from daughter, "I don't believe her."

Mika shook her head and pulled on her husband's sleeve for him to sit down before turning to her daughter, "Sweetie?"

She sighed before answering half-truthfully, "Like two."

Kyotoku bit his sleeve as he sat next to his wife, "She's hiding them from us!"

Jirou shook her head, "You keep overreacting!"

Her father stomped, "No boy is good enough for my daughter!"

His daughter groaned, putting her face in her hands, "Oh, god."

Her mother put a hand on her husband's shoulder, "Kyotoku, calm down."

Jirou hung her head, sighing, "I hate all of this…"

Kyotoku shouted dramatically in the English language, latching his hands on his heads, "OH MY GOD!"

XXX

Jirou blushed as she rubbed the back of her neck, "God, Dad… you're too much still." The train slowed to a stop and she could feel the air whipping into the semi-busy train-car.

Midoriya's voice caught her attention, "Ah."

Jirou turned, blinking as her eyes lowered and saw the shirt she bought him on his torso, "Hey, Midoriya."

It was a shirt that bore a design that was vaguely similar to his jumpsuit. Plus, the colors of green and white were switched. The shirt, itself, popped because of his darkly-colored pants, but completely clashed with his bright-red shoes.

He smiled, waving, "Hi."

She looked off to the side, blushing slightly, "You're wearing it."

He chuckled as he moved to stand next to her, "Yeah."

She nodded to him as he stood next to her, "Well, that's good." She chuckled, whirling one of her jacks around her finger, "I was worried that I got the wrong size or something."

Midoriya smiled warmly as they looked out the window, "No, it fits perfect."

Jirou smiled back, tucking her hand in her pocket, "Great."

He took a deep breath, "So, have you been to Yaoyorozu's?"

She shook her head, "No."

He rubbed the back of his neck, "S-She, uh seems… to… be…" He trailed off.

She nodded, "Rich?"

"Yeah."

"I am preparing for a mansion with a big fence and a long driveway."

"Do you think there'll be a limo or… one of those long, fancy cars?"

"Now that you've mentioned it, I wouldn't be that surprised…"

Midoriya blinked, narrowing his eyes slightly, "What do rich people have?"

Jirou shrugged, "I don't know. They don't really show off."

He nodded, "Yeah…" He chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "I-I'm kind of nervous…" He seemed stiff and even slightly uncomfortable, "This is the first time I've been over at someone else's house—well, apart from Kacchan's."

She chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck, "Probably a really different environment in comparison to Yao-Momo's." She thought internally, "If Bakugo's any of a hint…"

He nodded, rubbing his shoulder, "P-Probably."

Jirou pulled on her shirt "I get it though. In hindsight, I probably should've worn something a bit more formal."

Midoriya looked down at himself, rubbing the back of his neck, "Y-Yeah, me too."

XXX

Ashido and Kaminari were walking down a sidewalk across from the opposite pair of Midoriya and Jirou. They were well into their walk towards Yaoyorozu's. Dark clouds were rolling over them, invading the once blue sky. Wind was picking up leaves and ripping them from the trees nearby.

Ashido blinked before waving, "Oh, hey…"

Kaminari rubbed his chin, smirking, "What're you two doing, walking around together?"

Jirou's jacks hovered menacingly in the air and towards the blonde, blushing slightly, "S-Shut it!"

He put his hands up, chuckling, "Joking, joking." The two pairs merged together walking along a red-brick and metal fence.

Jirou slowed her pace to match Ashido's as Kaminari and Midoriya fell into casual conversation, "You deleted that picture, right?"

Ashido smiled, nodding, "Yeah, yeah." She chuckled, "Don't worry. It was just for fun for a day"-she dusted off her hands, "but gone."

The rocker breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks."

Sero's voice caught the group's attention, "Hey, guys!" The jogging pair of Sero and Ojiro ran up to the quartet.

Ojiro smiled, "Wind's getting pretty crazy, huh?"

Midoriya nodded, "Hopefully, it won't rain."

Sero rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, I didn't bring an umbrella."

Ojiro looked towards the darkening clouds, "I hope that there aren't any floods this year."

Kaminari shrugged, "Heroes get better at handling it every year, but… you know…"

Ashido pumped her fist, "We'll put a stop to it!"

Sero nodded as the rest of the boys smiled determinedly, "Yeah, definitely."

There was a small bout of silence before Kaminari scratched his cheek, "How do they handle it, though?"

Jirou instantly looked to the Hero-Otaku, "Midoriya?"

He replied without hesitation, "In the past, or present strategies?"

She chuckled, smirking, "Of course you know."

Ashido waggled her finger, "Now-a-day stuff."

Midoriya looked skyward, scratching his cheek, "They don't really go into detail about strategies today." He teetered his head, "Especially since U.S.J., revealing strategies for handling emergencies, even for peace of mind, is seen as a risky prospect." He shrugged, "I have some assumptions… though…" He began to trail off as he spotted the gateway of the long fence.

Sero was focused on the conversation, but trailed off as he realized the same thing, "R… R-Really…"

The group had found their way to the front-gate of the Yaoyorozu abode. With their minds distracted by each other, they didn't really notice the fence or the light-posts. The large gate, intercom, and the plaque naming the property's owner were the things that caught their attention. They fell in line in the front of the gates, blinking and standing stiff in shock.

Ojiro blinked, "E-Eh…?"

Kaminari let out a weak and shocked chuckle, "W-Wow…" He shook his head, "I knew she was rich, b-but I didn't think she was this rich…"

Midoriya mumbled out—eyes wide, "I-It's… It's bigger than my apartment building… and-and t-the dorms… c-combined…"

Sero leaned forward, blinking, "S-So… u-um… the, um intercom?"

Jirou nodded, "Y-Yeah, I got it," walking forward to turn use it.

The rocker hit the button and Yaoyorozu's bubbly, and excited voice rung through, "Everyone, I have been waiting for you!" The front gates swung open, unveiling the long driveway towards the mansion, "Please come in!"

The group of six was led into what Yaoyorozu called the lecture hall. It was a well-kept room with an immaculately-designed carpet. Wall decorations of amazing paintings, family photos, and even plaques added to the elegance of the room. Each of the family photos held an amazingly happy family with a growing Yaoyorozu grinning brightly. Two bright, golden chandlers hung from the ceiling. The long, oak table and amazingly-designed chairs, while physically comfortable, placed more discomfort upon the students.

Ojiro smiled slightly, "I feel so out of place it's making me nervous…"

Sero looked around the room, "Me, too…"

The clanking of China cups and tea-pots on a rolling tray with a metal structure holding a few plates of dessert caught everyone's attention. Yaoyorozu was the one pushing it, looking to her classmates with her bubbliness in full-force, "What is it?"

Soon, the group of six lost themselves in her energetic nature, "Oh, nothing…"

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AN: Howdy and Happy Holiday things! A conversation heavy chapter. Now, this is a tangent, separating from the action-focused portion of the story. It'll be like this for a while. All-in-all, we have Aizawa defending his Quirkless Hero-in-training. Our favorite students bonding and the beginning of a Monsoon-seasoned study session. I don't have much else to write at the moment.

And so, criticize away, leave all your thoughts and opinions in a review, and thank you for reading!