Izuku was exhausted. He'd been running between the various members of his class and class B all morning, copying their quirks and joining in on their exercises. His body ached, his head pounded, his stomach churned. He felt a hand slap against his shoulder, looking over at his best friend, the blond not looking much better than he felt, both nodding as they hurried to the next student.
"Hey Hi-chan," Izuku gasped as they staggered up to the boy, Shinso just grunting at them as he clutched his head, "You can take a rest for a bit longer, we'll handle the next group."
"Fuck my life," the purple-haired teen muttered, "My head hurts so much I want to die."
"Mood," both copiers said in unison, shuddering as they heard the shrill whistle.
"You take the group first," Neito groaned.
"No, I insist," Izuku shot back.
"Go to hell," The blond growled, shoving him weakly towards the running students.
"You all look as exhausted as I feel," Izuku sighed as they stopped in front of him, the students all nodding as they shouted out a simultaneous "Yes."
Izuku grabbed at Hitoshi's quirk, feeling the strings between his mind and the others pull tight, his brain protesting as he held it for as long as he could. The pulsing headache returned in full force, barely giving him a few seconds of control before the strings snapped, the green-haired teen dropping to his knees and retching. He heard a slap behind him, glancing up to see Neito stride past him, saying something loudly as the group responded with another "yes!", before the boy collapsed next to him, also clutching his head.
"Dadzawa wasn't kidding when he said we'd feel like dying," Izuku muttered, Neito simply groaning in response.
"Midoriya, Monoma!" the shout made them both wince, looking up as the two teachers approached them, "I think that's enough general training. Time for your specialized training."
"Specialized?" the two groaned, staggering to their feet, "What specialized training?"
"Both of you have copy quirks," Vlad started, Aizawa continuing, "But they function differently. As such, we've decided that you'll work separately for the time being. Monoma to increase the time he can hold quirks, and Midoriya to improve his range and perfect his new technique."
"New technique?" Neito blinked as he looked at his friend, "What new technique?"
"I figured out how to copy quirks without the person having to be around," Izuku hummed as he stretched, wincing at the pain in his head and body, "So I guess I have to get out of range of everybody else to do that."
"Exactly," Aizawa grunted, turning away, "You're with me for now. Come on."
"Later, Nei-tan," Izuku smiled tiredly as he staggered after his teacher, "Prepare my grave for me!"
Izuku shot a glance at the treeline as he walked away, smiling slightly to himself as he saw the two horns poking out from behind the tree.
Four pm could not come fast enough for the exhausted students as they walked tiredly to the courtyard area in front of the lodge.
"The pampering ended yesterday!" Pixie-bob shouted as they staggered towards her.
"You want to eat? You have to cook it yourselves! Today is curry!" Ragdoll said beside her, her arms flapping excitedly.
"Yes ma'am," the two classes said quietly, staggering forwards as they began to gather the ingredients spread out in front of them.
"Hey," Ochako said, looking around, "Where's Izuku?"
"The little kitty tired himself out completely!" Ragdoll laughed, pointing back to the lodge, "He's been unconscious for around two hours now, if he doesn't wake up soon, he'll miss dinner!"
"Typical," Neito muttered as he staggered past the girl, a rice pot in his hand, "Of course that idiot would knock himself out like that."
"Is he okay?" Ochako asked, "He did a lot today."
"I'm sure he's fine!" Pixie-bob laughed, glancing over as Ragdoll looked behind them, "In fact."
"Kill me now," the tired voice said as Izuku walked up to the table, collapsing in a seat, "I just want to die and let the pain end."
"Mood," half the students grumbled, still setting up to cook.
"GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASS AND FUCKING HELP, YOU SHITTY DEKU!" Bakugo spat, shoving his hand into a pile of wood, and letting out a series of explosions to try light it, "YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING EAT IF YOU DON'T HELP!"
"Got it," the teen muttered tiredly as he pulled himself back to his feet.
"Bon Appetit," someone said as they laid out the table, the two classes digging into their meal as they shouted and talked.
"It's hardly restaurant quality, but in this case it's delicious!" Kirishima shouted as he shovelled food into his mouth.
"Wow, you can really put it away, huh Yaomomo?" Sero muttered as he watched the girl devour a plate of curry.
"Yes," she said, "My quirk converts my fat reserves into a variety of molecules, so the more I have, the more I can make."
"Huh," the teen mused, "Kind of like po-."
The fork bounced off his head, cutting him off as he looked around, seeing a tired looking Izuku staring at him.
"Don't finish that thought, Hanta," Izuku groaned tiredly, "Seriously, Kyo-chan would probably hit you."
"Hit me? Why?"
"Just don't say such gross things while we're eating," the green-haired teen sighed, going back to his meal.
Izuku glanced behind him as he ate, watching the small figure disappear into the woods.
Kouta pouted as he glared out over the forest, trying to ignore the glow that came from the lodge as the distant figures moved around. He jumped when someone called out to him.
"Hey kiddo, you hungry?"
"Huh?" he scoffed as he watched the green-haired kid he'd punched in the balls approach, a plate of food in his hands, "How'd you find me?"
"Sorry, I followed your quirk here. Your footprints also helped me find the way," Izuku smiled cheerfully as he took another step forward, "So, you want some food? It's curry!"
"No. I said I didn't want to fraternize with you people!" Kouta growled, "So get away from my secret base!"
"Secret base huh?" Izuku hummed taking another step forward, "Hey, how do you spell your name?"
"What, why the hell do you want to know?" Kouta spat, "You trying to ingratiate yourself with me or something?"
"Not really," Izuku chuckled, "Just wanted to show you a cool trick with your quirk. It's really powerful, you know that?"
"Shut up!" Kouta yelled, "Improving quirks. Pushing them to the limit? It's all so gross. Calling yourselves Heroes and Villains. You idiots are just going to go out there and get yourselves killed!"
"Was one of your parents the Hero Water Hose, by any chance?" Izuku asked as he sat on the edge of the cliff, barely a meter away from Kouta, placing the plate of food between them.
"Who told you?" the boy shouted, jumping to his feet, "Was it Mandalay?"
"Sorry," Izuku grinned as he held up his hands defensively, "We were just talking, and I figured the rest out by myself. I mean, he did partner with Hydronesis, the Heroine who could control water, so it isn't surprising that they may have gotten married and had a kid."
"So what if they did?" Kouta growled, glaring at Izuku, blinking when the water began to drip from the teen's hand, before floating up hovering in small droplets.
"Pretty cool, huh?" Izuku replied, Kouta glaring at the teen, "That's the trick I wanted to show you. You obviously have your dad's quirk, but your mom's is in there too."
"What good is telling me all this going to do?" Kouta asked, feeling the tears prick at his eyes.
"Because you're their legacy, the person who'll remember them and represent them from now on," Izuku hummed, looking out at the stars, "I don't think it's a good idea to dwell too much on the past. And you shouldn't let that kind of hatred and anger fester. It'll only bring you more pain in the future."
"So then what the hell am I supposed to do, huh?" Kouta spat.
"Dunno," Izuku shrugged, "Whatever you want, I don't control you."
"Then why are you still here?"
"I just wanted to bring you some food," Izuku grinned as he stood, "Eat it while it's still warm, okay? My classmates and I worked hard on it."
Kouta watched as the teen turned and left, walking back into the forest. After a moment, he picked up the plate, his stomach grumbling as he shoved a spoonful of the meal into his mouth.
"Tastes like shit," he muttered as he swallowed another helping.
"Remedial group, why have you stopped moving?" Aizawa growled as he glared at the five students.
"Sorry, Sensei," Kirishima muttered, "Just a bit tired. The Remedial hours are crazy."
"I told you this would be rough," Aizawa sighed, "Bakugo, you have to work on your teamwork skills, and Todoroki, you need to be able to use both your ice and fire and the same time."
"Yes, Sensei," the two muttered, Bakugo almost falling off his feet as he yawned, looking too tired to be angry.
"As for you three," Aizawa said as he turned to the others, "Kirishima, you need to build up your muscles and hardness, it'll create a good synergy. Sato, you need to increase your cognitive abilities while under the effects of your quirk, and Sero, as well as increasing your capacity, you need to work on the strength of your tape."
The three nodded as Aizawa sighed again.
"Two of you left your partners effectively alone in the exams, letting yourselves be taken out too easily. You need to work on that as well."
Sato and Kirishima cringed at that, looking down.
"That being said," Aizawa muttered, "Work hard to improve yourselves. Think about who you are, maybe that'll help."
"Who I am, huh?" Izuku muttered as he staggered past the man, "That's a hell of a question, dad."
"Stop calling me that," Aizawa growled as several of the students and Wild Wild Pussycats snickered.
"Not on my life," Izuku grinned back, almost tripping in his exhaustion, "Oh yeah, what about All Might or the other teachers? Are any of them coming?"
"No," Aizawa growled, "We decided to keep the staff at a minimum."
"All Might is also one of their targets," Ragdoll said, grinning widely, "So it'd be dangerous for him to be here!"
Izuku flinched at that, nodding slowly as he made his way back to training.
"Yeah," he whispered to himself, "But so am I."
"What did you want with All Might?" Shoto asked as Izuku staked the logs in the fireplace, the green-haired teen looking up at him.
"Huh? Oh, it's just that Kouta seems to have a problem with Heroes," Izuku sighed, "I was just wondering if All Might could give me some advice on how to talk to him. He's the most inspiring person I know, so…"
"The brat who punched you?" Shoto muttered, "Why do you want to help him?"
"Why did I want to help you?" Izuku chuckled, making Shoto start slightly, "I just like helping people. It's what a Hero does after all. So, what do you think?"
"It all depends," Shoto sighed, "Without knowing his backstory, getting a lecture from some stranger may just annoy him. Words alone have to be pretty meaningful to move someone. Actions tend to be more easily understood…I think."
"Aw, it's great to see you getting better at this kind of thing, Shoto," Izuku smiled, ignoring the slight blush on the other boy's cheeks.
"Thank you. Where is the brat anyway? I haven't noticed him around lately?"
"Yeah," Izuku hummed, "He's…off somewhere. I'll tell Mandalay and Aizawa later and take him some food."
"What about tonight's event?" the two-toned boy asked, "Aren't you doing a trial of courage?"
"Yep, but I'll make sure to go before that starts," Izuku smiled, "Anyway, it'll hardly be fair when I can sense everyone around me!"
OMAKE
Inko Midoriya Moms UA Part 3
"It's a beautiful day, isn't it, Inui-san?"
"That it is, Midoriya-san," Hound Dog hummed as they walked through the UA campus, greeting the various students as they went.
"Oh!" Inko gasped, darting towards a girl with what looked like electrical wire for hair, "Waiya-san, how is your mother? Did the birth go well?"
"Oh, yes ma'am," the girl said as she and her friends bowed, "I now have a little sister."
"That's great! You have to show me some pictures next time," Inko hummed, smiling kindly at the girl before returning to Hound Dog.
"You know that student?" Hound Dog asked, Inko just smiling.
"Oh, I know her mother, such a nice family," Inko laughed, before her head snapped around, giving a pair of boys in the process of climbing a tree a stern look, "Kuro-san, Hiro-san! Stop messing around like that! You could hurt yourselves!"
"Sorry, ma'am!" the two shouted as they dropped down, bowing slightly in embarrassment.
"You also know their mothers?"
"Oh, no," Inko sighed, "But those two are a pair of little troublemakers, so I ended up learning their names."
Their walk continued, Hound Dog watching in amazement as Inko seemed to know almost every student they came across, either scolding or praising them, each seeming to hang on her every word as the respectfully bowed before leaving.
"You seem to know so many of the students," Hound dog hummed as they finally ended their walk, the bell ringing to signal the next class, "I must say, I am quite impressed at how well you handle them as well."
"I do?" Inko smiled at him, "I don't think so. I'm not doing anything special, just being a mother."
"And quite the mother you are," Hound Dog muttered to himself as they split ways.
