Fuyumi flapped her arms for no real reason, everything was set, she had made sure that her hero costume was perfect that morning, and everything fit really really well, she even got a haircut yesterday, so she was going to be looking her absolute best for this. She had no reason to be worried either, she knew exactly what she wanted to say, how she was going to say that and was well prepared for just about any question that could be thrown at her. Even some of the more sensitive topics.

In another life, she probably would have been a teacher, but, she ended up figuring out some tricks with her quirk that made her father twirl his flaming mustache and she had been put onto the path of a hero. She resented him at first - for many many reasons - but, as of late he had been trying. That was just it, he was trying to be an actual father.

According to Shoto, it was because his teacher yelled at him.

Which, she really didn't believe.

At all.

Sure, she also didn't believe for a second that her father had randomly stumbled upon a conscience either but hey, it looked like he kind of found one.

While she would prefer to be teaching primary or middle school, a hero school would actually be rather nice. Actually, that was a good career goal for her! When did U.A. start hiring? Maybe she could find out, she'd been a hero for seven years now and was even an alumni so she was probably exactly what they were looking for.

Fuyumi stared at the door to class 1-A, she could face villains, run into burning buildings, and even stand her ground against the likes of her father. But this. This lone - incredibly tall - door was able to make her shake in her boots. Shoto was in there, the sensei that he absolutely adored was likely in there as well.

Midoriya-sensei, she wondered what kind of a man he actually was.

In her head she pictured him as an middle-aged man that had given up on being a hero, with just the most understanding and fearless personality that even her father had to respect. Everywhere she went, she heard about him, from the interns she dealt with to even the teachers praising him, it just felt like he was in the peripheral vision of her life, and she was finally going to have a chance to meet him.

She steeled herself, and let out a breath.

She was ready.

It was time.

"And that's what happens when you don't have a proper understanding of your quirk." The tall, lanky, green haired man snapped his small lesson book shut to end whatever lesson he had been presenting with a snap. His smile was wide, proud, and full of both joy and confidence. The dress shirt and vest combo he was wearing seemed so out of place in U.A., where everyone else wore their hero costume save for the principal. "Isn't that right, Denki?"

The class burst into a fit of giggles as even the child Izuku was teasing joined in.

He seemed like a regular normal teacher, not a former hero. He seemed completely out of place, but also so in his element that he was completely in charge.

Fuyumi could easily picture herself enjoying having him as a teacher in middle school, hell she'd probably be one of a dozen girls that had a major crush on him. Mostly because right now she had a giant crush on him, because holy shit he was hot. Why didn't Shoto tell him Midoriya-sensei was so hot? Like, that felt like something that should be mentioned at the kitchen table.

Oh hey, sis there's this smoking hot guy as my teacher that you would totally fall in love with.

Oh thanks Shoto I won't say anything because I'm hella shy but it's good to know that smoking hot people exist!

And then they'd eat soba.

"Ahh," Midoriya-sensei turned to her, his charming smile directed right at her made her face feel like it was on fire. It wasn't, was it? She hadn't caught her make-up on fire since highschool - mostly because she didn't actually wear make-up most of the time. "Right on time, Triple Point."

Midoriya-sensei took a few steps towards her, extending his hand toward her. "I'm Izuku Midoriya, it's a pleasure to meet you. Sorry we couldn't meet sooner."

She took his hand. Was it wrong that she really liked how he shook hands? Was that a weird turn on? Oh, who was she kidding, the fact that this guy was looking at her was a turn on. Worst part about being physically attractive, he was a teacher here at U.A. that meant he probably had a big sexy brain. Maybe even a great sense of humor too.

Again, she needed to have a talk with Shoto about recognizing the perfect man.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Izuku, Shoto has told me a lot about you." She put on her best smile and glanced at the class easily finding her brother as he sat in the front row. "And my father mumbles about you a lot."

The joy on Izuku's face vanished and he let out a slight whimper. "Please remind your father that I'm quirkless and I really can't fight back."

"Nah!" One student shouted, "Don't worry sensei, if anyone wants to mess with you, they'll have to go through us."

There was a chorus of agreement that echoed through the classroom. Even her brother looked rather fired up.

"Haha, alright alright," Izuku bounced right back into his cheerful persona and turned to face his class. "Alright, students, I'm sure you're all jumping at a chance to take on one of the top heroes, but that'll come in time, for now, we have a guest speaker here to help you on that journey, this is the temperature hero, Triple Point."

"Are you really Shoto's older sister? You're so pretty!"

"Are you single?"

"Do you think Midoriya-sensei is cute?"

"What's your-"

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys promised you'd behave, so please let Triple Point say her bit, then you can ask her serious questions, and then, after that, if she doesn't run away from you all, then you can interrogate her." Izuku took the reins of the classroom and steered it onto a much more comfortable path for her. "Though really, we should have Shoto do a presentation on his sister."

What?

"Sorry, sorry, Triple Point," Izuku turned to her, his smile doing a weird thing of putting her at ease and making her a thousand times more anxious because she was now very aware that he was pretty much her type. Like really really her type. Like he was checking boxes she didn't even know she had. "I'll let you talk now."

"Right," Fuyumi coughed, trying to ignore her likely very visible blush because much like her mother she was as pale as could be. "I'm Triple Point, and you're right, I am Shoto's older sister. My name is a reference to the temperature that can cause items to change their states simply based on pressure, it's a bit nerdy, but so's my quirk."

She grabbed a water bottle off of her utility belt and held it in her hand. The water inside began to frost over, expanding inside causing the simple bottle to bulge. "My quirk allows me to change the temperature of objects, originally I used it for cooking, because it didn't seem that strong. But, as I grew up, I learned new tricks with my quirk that allowed me to be"-she paused searching for the right words- "Rather effective."

She unscrewed the water bottle and turned the ice inside to water before throwing it towards the classroom, the front row - minus her brother - screamed, before she turned the water to steam in an instant. "Hot things rise, and cold things fall, using this logic I'm actually able to do more than just making things hot and cold."

Snow began to fall from the steam as she brought it to a freezing temperature. "I can create strong gusts of winds with my quirk, as well as thermal steam explosions, and while those are deadly applications of my quirk, the real power is affecting a person."

"It takes very little change for the human body to start freaking out, both hypothermia and heat exhaustion can easily be lethal and it's something I'm capable of causing in a person if I'm not careful, though it is useful for when I do end up fighting a villain." She laughed and scratched the side of her cheek a bit. "I'm not really a violent person so I prefer to work on rescue work."

Izuku clapped his hand, drawing his class back towards him. "And how do you all think that Triple Point's quirk can be used doing rescue work?"

A dozen or so hands went up.

Fuyumi watched in amazement, as Izuku directed his class from a simple lecture to a learning experience for all. She did her best to answer every question that came her way, and was even surprised by some of the creative uses that the students had come up with her quirk, it felt like she was learning as much as the students were.

"Right then, and Denki, because Triple Point can create an extreme difference between hot and cold what do you think she'd be able to do with that?" Izuku asked, pointing towards that blonde haired boy he had teased when she first entered.

Denki's face contorted in confusion then she saw a spark in his eyes. "Lightning? It's lightning right? Lightning right? By having two pockets of high and low pressure, she can generate a charge and then Zap!"

"That's right!"

"It is?" Fuyumi asked, blinking as she stared at the class. She had at least a dozen or so things she already needed to try out, but adding lightning generation on top of that?

Izuku shrugged at her. "In theory, at least. Might take some practice for it to be useful. But that's all the time we have today, so class, get ready for hero training, I'll be there shortly."

Fuyumi watched as the students rose from their seats and grabbed cases as they appeared out of the wall, before streaming out of the room in an orderly fashion, a few girls gave her wry smiles and asked her some more questions about her personal life, but they were easy to ignore.

When the last student left, Izuku turned to her. "Thanks for coming today, Triple Point, I'm sure it meant a lot to Shoto and you helped my class a lot."

"Please call me Fuyumi, and I should be thanking you." Fuyumi clapped her hands together and smiled at him. "Honestly, you've given me a lot to think about with my quirk, I don't even know where to start over half of it."

"Oh, well, that's actually my major," Izuku laughed scratching his cheek. "If you want help, we could meet up and I can try to help you."

Knock knock, yes, this is opportunity knocking.

"That sounds great, maybe over a cup of coffee?"

Izuku blinked. His mouth hung open and he turned into a blushing mess. Which was good because she was also a blushing mess. "I umm, that sounds fantastic, I umm, let me just umm," He stumbled nearly knocking his podium down. "This is like a date right?"

Fuyumi gave a slight nod. "I would like that, yes."

The high pitch squeal of a girl came from behind them. All of the girls in Izuku's class as well as her own brother had their heads sticking out from behind the door as they watched intently.

"Mina!" Izuku shouted. "Get going or you're going to have detention!"

"What? Why just me?"

"Because you're the mastermind!"

"Fair, have fun on your date, Midori-sensei!"

Fuyumi couldn't help but laugh as Izuku placed his hand over his face.

They set the date for that Sunday.

AN: I WANTED TO WRITE FUYUMI!