Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or My Hero Academia
Fun Fact of the day: There is no Mount Paozu. This was yet another dub change. The mountains where Goku grew up was actually never given a name in the manga or in the original Japanese. The name Paozu was simply the name of the old lady who had the first Dragonball Goku and Bulma found at the start of the series
Author's note: Okaa-san is just how you refer to someone else's mother in Japan
Rhythmic-like beats rapping against a wooden surface resounded through one of the four apartment blocks in another province, starry midnight blue sky cast overhead. Footsteps paddled softly behind the doorway, succeeding the opening of the previously sealed barrier and birthing entrance to a short chubby young woman clad in a red dressing gown she gripped shut with one hand. The bags under her eyes indicated she had just woken up or, more appropriately, Goku had woken her up with his disturbance.
Despite her frowning at him for disturbing her beauty-sleep, her distinctive, black-tinted green-hair revealed her to be Midoriya's mother, "Hey, okaa-san!" Goku said, his bright greeting lighting up the dead of the night. He currently donned a plain all grey tracksuit and had an item slung over his shoulder, contrasting the string of his black bag dangling from his torso, "Can Midoriya-kun come out and play?"
The adorable way he had requested her son almost completely assuaged her annoyance over being woken up. She glanced at the clock conveniently placed beside the door, "It's 3 am in the morning." She remarked, a look of worry etching across her face. "Izuku told me his friend would be coming to pick him up for early morning training, but I didn't think you meant this early!"
Goku had the decency to look sheepish, massaging the back of his neck with his free hand, "Sorry about that but I wanted to get a head start on our training before school starts. Hope you don't mind."
Mother Midoriya sighed before inviting him inside, "Fair enough. Please come in." She paused, "I'm terribly sorry, but I don't know your name. Izuku never told me."
"Son Goku!" The spiky-headed teenager clarified brightly, stepping inside and instantly removing his shoes and slipping into a pair of slippers, as was proper etiquette in Japan.
"Son-kun." Mother Midoriya smiled, "I'll go get Izuku. He went straight to bed the moment he finished his supper so he should be well-rested. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks!" He chirped cheerfully, shutting the front door and watching Midoriya's mother vacate the narrow hallway to a door on his right. He let his gaze wander around the hallway in childlike fascination. Walls painted a dark cream embellishing the chocolate tiled flooring. There were pictures hung on the walls of her and Midoriya at different stages of their lives, three before her weight ballooned.
He walked past Midoriya's room, gaze warming in amusement when the sounds of his embarrassed sputtering echoed through the door before exiting through another door marked living room. A cosy little room combined with a kitchen. Purple carpet lining the floor, a blue three-seat sofa and white painted walls. A few more pictures of Midoriya either wearing a red shirt and blue shorts or different school uniforms lined the fireplace situated by the window, evidently meant to represent his first days at elementary, junior high, middle school and ultimately U.A.
All in all, Midoriya's home exuded a very homely feel.
Goku's gaze softened when it landed on the frame of the U.A. uniformed Midoriya. Midoriya stood even taller in the colours of U.A., standing stiff as a board as though he were a member of the cadets getting ready to salute his superior officer, a wide, beaming smile so dazzling it was a wonder it didn't completely glean over the glass.
'Wow. Midoriya-kun sure looks happy to be at U.A.' He giggled. There was something pleasant about Midoriya's palpable love for heroism. He could only compare it to his own undying lust for the sport of kickassery. At that moment, Goku truly understood Midoriya's passionate desire to be a hero.
He swept his gaze away from the frames when the air whistled, permitting entry to the aforementioned sleeping boy wearing his blue coloured pyjamas, a buttoned shirt and pants with white slippers cladding his feet, "S-Son-kun! I'm so sorry!" Midoriya apologized, frantically waving his palms about, "When you said we would be training early, I thought you meant at the crack of dawn!"
"Hey, it's fine." Goku insisted, smiling over Midoriya's panic. He was the one who abruptly woke him up in the middle of the night yet he was apologizing. Such a kind spirit. He reminded him of Gohan a bit. "I should've been more specific. My bad!" He laughed, "Hope you don't mind."
Midoriya calmed his frantically beating heart, sighing with a palm pressed against it, "No, I don't mind." He smiled, "So, what kind of training will we be doing? I'm guessing it's going to take a while if we're starting at this time."
"Milk delivery!" Goku beamed cheerfully.
"Milk delivery!" Midoriya and his mother repeated, gawping.
"Yeah, but with weights on!" The spiky-haired teenager explained, presenting a purple shell he had been shouldering.
"Oh." Midoriya's eyes cleared in clarity, studying the spiky, light turtle-like cover, 'I see. This is just like that trash removal training I did ten months ago with All Might.'
"Here. Try it on." Goku recommended, ushering the weighty object over to his friend.
"Okay," He said shakily. Two firm hands gripped the sides of the purple shell with purpose.
"Ready?" The reborn Saiyan asked, drawing a determined nod from the late Quirk bloomer. With that admission, Goku released his grip on the straps, watching in amusement when Midoriya almost stumbled to the floor as his mother fretted, "Careful."
"Whoa. How much does this shell weigh?" Midoriya queried breathlessly, hoisting up his training equipment with some effort.
Goku dabbed a finger on his chin, "Hmm. About 200 pounds."
"200!" Midoriya blanched in horrified surprise.
"Yeah! I read your power level and I figured you should be able to manage that much," Goku explained casually, fisting his hips.
"O-Oh, I see." Midoriya intoned, face scrunching in thought, "Son-kun's Quirk must also have the ability to calculate people's power. That would also explain how he found our apartment even though I forgot to give him directions. And he already has super strength and super speed on top of that. His Quirk could become one of the great mysteries of debate just like All Might's with so many facets to it." He rambled on in a muttering fit underneath his breath.
Goku smiled widely, 'Wow, Midoriya-kun sure is smart.'
"I don't like this," Mother Midoriya made her opinion known, holding her arm and whisking her concerned gaze away from the boys.
As if broken out of a trance, Midoriya came out of his own world, "Oh, it's okay, Mom! Really!" He hastily strapped on his weighty shell to illustrate, taking a moment to adjust to the added weight on his back by bracing himself. It had almost forced him over, for goodness sakes, but he'd managed to balance on one foot before righting himself, "I'm used to training like this! I was doing it just a few weeks ago with… uh, a sensei of mine to adjust to my Quirk." He calmed, glancing down at an open palm in wistful determination. "Everyone else like Son-kun has had eleven years of practice with their Quirks. I have to work so much harder to catch up so I can achieve my dream of being the number one hero like All Might."
"Oh Izuku," She whispered in tearful admiration of her baby boy's heartfelt speech, barricading her nose and mouth with her palms. Mama's baby boy was growing up right before her eyes.
"That's the spirit!" Goku praised energetically, "Go change into something you can work a sweat into and we'll move out to deliver that milk right after!" He issued, resembling a laid-back drill instructor, "Oh, and bring your school uniform, too. We'll stop off at a public bath before school after training."
"Yes, sensei!" Midoriya returned, standing ramrod straight with his arms tucked into his sides before turning and trudging off to his room.
'Midoriya-kun's got a lotta spirit.' Goku mused, giggling in good-natured intent at the sounds of the determined young man's jittery groans echoing throughout his apartment. His smile vanished a moment later, however, like fancy handwriting being scrubbed off a chalkboard by a cloth when soft footsteps prodded toward him with purpose. He blinked, staring blankly into Midoriya-okaasan's gaze gleaming with a steely, resolute sheen.
"Son-kun." She began, gathering her words, arms held below her waist, "I'm entrusting my son to you against my better judgement." She whisked her slightly softening gaze of melancholic regret to the side, "He's always dreamed of being a hero, ever since he was a little boy when I could hold him in my arms." Goku could hear her voice breaking a bit until she solidified it, looking back at him with newfound firmness, "I don't know what kind of odd training you intend to put my son through, but know this!" She took a step forward, "If you do anything to derail or destroy his dream-." She lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut as rivulets of tears leaked from the edges of her eyelids. When she looked at him again, her watery eyes of teary white-hot passion only embellished her resolute glare.
"I'll never forgive you."
She awaited his response.
She expected a simple assurance of her boy's safety under the wing of this supposedly powerful teenager Izuku had gushed about since returning home from his first day of high school but what she ended up getting was so much more powerful and inexplicable. She couldn't explain the sensation of the teenager's comforting aura enveloping her so. So bright and warm, the beginnings of a smile working itself across his lips, eyes lowering in gentle understanding and a strikingly bright illumination flaring to life around him.
It was as if he had just become the sun itself.
She felt weak in the knees just glimpsing at his warm smile.
"Hey, don't worry," He said in his softest tone like he was trying to rock a baby to sleep, "I'd never do anything to hurt Midoriya-kun. You can count on it." He pledged, jerking a thumb at his brightly lit posture of brimming resolve. He dropped his arm after, his smile becoming even more sincere, "He has a lotta potential. I just wanna help him reach it so I can spar with him someday as an equal. It'll be great! Hehe."
"I just-." She felt lightheaded, stumbling woozily to her sofa with her hand propped against her forehead.
"Hey, are you okay?" Goku asked in concern, reaching out for her.
She waved off his assistance with a gentle shake of her head, sinking into the cushy surfaces of her couch, "I'm fine. I just need a moment." She assured. Goku didn't look convinced but he didn't press the issue further, giving her some time to gather her bearings. When her head cleared, she locked eyes with him, a look of relent within her pupils.
"Take care of my son."
Goku smiled.
"You bet."
They stepped out into the lukewarm nightly air, popping their slippers off and exchanging them for their sneakers as a faint, lone breeze whistled past them. Midoriya, now sporting the same light blue coloured and white striped tracksuit he wore all throughout his initial training with All Might and the practical exam, shivered lightly before gritting his teeth determinedly.
"I'm ready," He assured, adjusting his heavy shell covering his yellow backpack.
Goku removed his own string backpack lying coolly across his torso, removing what looked to be four silver-grey coloured gauntlets, "Put these on too."
"What're those?" Midoriya inquired, taking one and looking it over before sliding it onto his wrist. An immense pressure clamped down on him, causing him to recoil, "Ouch! It's heavy."
"They're weights, too," The tailed sensei explained, a small sheepish smile gracing his face. "Figured the shell would be too easy. These'll round things up."
Midoriya let out a sigh, sweating, "I guess." He said softly, bending down to wrap two-weighted bracelets around his ankles. It opened up at the centre so he didn't have to remove his shoes to slide them over his feet. He did the same with the other wrist, straining red in newfound exertion of just trying to move, "I feel like I can barely move."
"Great! That's the ticket! The goal is to get used to moving around with all that extra weight on!" Goku clarified with cheerful elation.
"Oh, I see. So when I eventually do get the hang of moving and delivering milk with all this extra weight on me, my muscles will have gained a big increase," Midoriya ascertained, cupping his chin with his index finger and thumb.
"Now you're getting it!" Goku lavished praise onto him.
Midoriya smiled, "I gotta say, you've really thought this through, Son-kun."
"Well, yeah. I did this sorta training a long time ago with my old teacher."
The freckled boy blinked, "Oh, you mean you used to train like this, too."
"Uh-huh. This was the first real training I got since my Grandpa died," Goku further elucidated, his pleasant, happy tone never faltering in spite of the reveal of Grandpa Gohan's death. He could see Midoriya looking sympathetic and jerked a thumb over his shoulder to deflect the conversation, "C'mon. Let's hit the skies."
"Uh, r-right." Midoriya stammered, composing himself with a deep breath and looking back at his waiting mother, "I'm off now, Mom. I'll be back after school."
"Do your best, Izuku." She said, looking like she was on the verge of tears, snot spilling from her nostrils.
Midoriya nodded firmly, "I will!" He clutched the straps of his weighted shell in steady preparation and locked eyes with his sensei, "I'm ready, Son-kun."
Interestingly enough, Goku twirled the other way, showing him his back before squatting down, "Get on." This only further increased the poor boy's confusion and embarrassment, freckled-face turning a heated red. He didn't want to be seen riding on another guy's back piggyback-style. Goku, as if sensing his distress, clarified, "We're gonna fly to Kyoto, then go from there."
"Oh. Your Quirk gives you flight manipulation too," Midoriya rationalized, nerves calming with an exhale now that he knew Goku wasn't just giving him a piggyback ride for the sake of it. Trepidation being suppressed by curiosity. He had always had an innate fascination with Quirks, most likely stemming from his lack of a Quirk. Analysing Quirks had become something of a hobby of his, "That's amazing. Your Quirk is really versatile, Son-kun."
"I guess," Goku said, making a motion that seemed to indicate to get on with his hands, "Coming?"
"Oh, r-right!" Midoriya sputtered, hesitatingly climbing on Goku's back, seating his legs over his and placing his palms on his shoulders. His stomach flipped upside down when Goku stood, holding his legs underneath his armpits. "A-Are you sure you're okay like this, Son-kun?!" He trembled, "I-I mean, I have so much extra weight on me after all!"
"It's fine. I've carried heavier stuff than this before." Goku smiled, hopping on the bannister in one go, drawing a sharp yelp from Midoriya, "All right! Sit tight because it's gonna be a bumpy ride." There was no further forewarning as Goku abruptly soared to the night skies among Midoriya's screams of horror and his mother's silent look of worry.
A ten to fifteen-minute flight brought them to Japan's Kyoto province. Midoriya might have admired just how quickly it took them to vacate his hometown of Shizuoka and land in Kyoto if he wasn't absolutely terrified out of his mind, clawing to Goku's shoulders for dear life. And this wasn't even the first time he had hitched a ride on someone during their flight take-off (although All Might's was more like a long jump than actual flight) and he still wasn't used to it.
He didn't think he ever would be, especially if Goku flies as fast as he does.
"My whole life flashed before my eyes… again." He stated in a dehydrated tone of voice, the pupils of his eyes whited out and lips crusty.
"Really?" Goku asked, fingering his chin thoughtfully, "Mina always loves it when I fly as fast as I can whenever we go out flying together."
Midoriya shivered, hugging his arms before offering Goku a polite smile, "I think Ashido-san and I have two very different definitions of fun, Son-kun."
The tailed teenager shrugged, "Suit yourself."
Midoriya surveyed the silent, dimly-lit streets of Kyoto, "So this is Kyoto," He muttered, "I've never been here before. There's a lot of traditional Japanese-styled Minkas." Indeed, unlike Midoriya's hometown which seemed a lot more modern and western in comparison, Kyoto looked like it was stuck in the feudal era. Many Japanese-styled wooden houses with traditional sliding doors and triangular roofs dotted the area all around them. There was even a towering temple eclipsing the town, possessing four roofs.
Goku rapped on one of the wooden gates of the Minka. It didn't take long for it to slide open with a swoosh, revealing the kind face of a middle-aged gentleman donning a bright orange kimono lined with a black sash, a hat shielding his receding hairline and wooden sandals cladding his white socks covered feet.
"Ah, Son-chan. How are you? I take it you're here to deliver today's load?" He asked.
"Hey, Okamoto-san!" He greeted with a friendly wave, "I brought a friend from school with me this time. He's gonna do it for training." He gestured over to the flinching freckled-faced teenager.
Okamoto's kind eyes turned his way, "Is that so?" He chuckled, getting a nod from Goku, "Well, I just hope he's half as strong as you, Son-chan."
"I-I'll do my best, Okamoto-san!" Midoriya assured, a hint of nerves in his voice.
He laughed, "I'm sure you will." He stepped past the gates, turning to a huge pile kept hidden by a sea-green cover, "The shipment just arrived. I hope you can manage, young man." He swept the sheets aside like roughly opening up curtains, causing Midoriya's eyes to dilate in a look of comical eyed horrified terror.
"I have to deliver all that!"
"Yup."
"But there's so much!"
"Better get a move on then. We got school in a few hours."
"What have I gotten myself into?"
Four hours staggered past in an agonizing crawl to Midoriya, feeling like his arms were on fire lugging crate after crate of six milk-filled glasses around two of Kyoto's towns while painstakingly dropping each bottle in a letterbox built beside one of Kyoto's many Minka. After delivering all the milk in one crate, he then had to go back and haul another one at a steady jog, made all the more gruelling when Goku made him zigzag through a narrow, straight pathway for no further purpose other than to drag out the trip.
Midoriya could've sworn he had signed up for torture if Goku hadn't been kind enough to stop him from falling when his exhaustion got the better of him and caused him to trip over his feet.
Fortunately, after many near falls of the back-breaking labour, the end was in sight as the sun peeked over the horizon, lighting up the province in its radiance. Unfortunately, it just had to be the hardest destination yet; the triangular temple towering above Kyoto in all its brilliance with the only way to reach it (besides Goku's flying ability) being a long flight of stairs.
Midoriya's tired legs felt heavy and his vision swam as he climbed the long stretch of stoned platforms one agonizing step at a time, 'No… Can't give… up, now!' He wheezed deeply, almost like he had just received a blow to the gut. Sweat coated his resolute visage as though he had just dipped his face in a pool of water, glittering off of him when he wrenched his head to forcibly clear any wooziness with a stubborn straining grunt, 'Move, damn it!'
Goku had gone on ahead of him, standing tall with an air of nostalgia breezing around his form. Hands-on hips, he stared up at the glowing sun reflecting its radiance of the crimson petals growing around the temple, "Man, this takes me back." The reborn Saiyan's gaze softened reminiscing of his very first training session under Master Roshi with his best friend Krillin. He was a little sceptical at first given how nonsensical doing what was essentially an extreme version of manual labour, but it bore handsome results. He and Krillin increased their strength so much they were effortlessly able to knockout grown-ups with just a finger and even send their senpai flying out of the stadium where Krillin was concerned in the World's Martial Arts Tournament.
"I sure hope everyone's doing okay. Gohan's probably a scholar by now or something," He laughed slightly, dipping into his pocket to check the time on his phone; a picture of him giving the pink-skinned alien a piggyback ride flashing up on the screen. "I should really text Mina and let her know I'm already out so she doesn't go to my apartment to wake me up." He punched in his passcode and swiftly hit the little paper icon sat in an orange coloured box, fingers nimbly hitting kanji buttons in short order.
Yo, Mina. I'm already up 'n out 'n trainin' Midoriya-kun. See ya at school, kay?
It took her longer to reply back to him in this instance but Goku could surmise she was probably in the process of getting ready herself.
You're mean! 😡
Making me walk to school by myself 😡
Sorry, Mina! 😅 I'll make it up to ya, I promise! 🙏
U better! 😡 I want kisses! 😤
Okay, okay.
Yay! 😍
Goku sighed in relief, tucking his phone back in his pocket. The sounds of Midoriya's heavy pants and slow trudges reached his ears, getting him to turn around to see the absolutely sweat-soaked boy ascend the last step, slumping to his knees in total exhaustion upon doing so.
"Made it!" He announced with a triumphant exhale.
"Hey, with time to spare too," Goku grinned, seating his fists on either side of his waist again. "Good job, Midoriya-kun! It'll get easier the more accustomed you become to moving around with all that extra weight on."
"If I'm alive to see the results," The freckled-faced teenager glumly muttered in dark humour, comical tears pouring from his eyes. Goku laughed at his dramatics before he sighed, ignoring his aching body and trudging off to the mailbox and propping the final bottle within its walls, "Yes, I did it!" He exhaled, sliding down to his backside. The reminder of Goku typing on his phone during the last stretches of his exercise made a thought blossom in his head. A polite inquiry ensued, "By the way, were you just talking to someone, Son-kun?"
"Oh, I was just texting Mina. We usually walk to school together," Goku explained.
"Oh, I see," He said, though his mind was on full analysing mode as his body appreciated the moment to recuperate a little from the soreness. He hesitated, chancing a smile, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you and Ashido-san?"
"I don't mind," Goku shrugged, noting the look of relief flashing across his face. "I guess she's my fiancée."
"F-Fiancée!" Midoriya yelled, astonished.
"Yeah!" Goku chuckled, "One day she just proposed to me out of the blue when we were little."
Flashback
Little Goku was off practising his martial arts in preschool. Bubblegum pink-coloured carpet and light blue coloured walls with rainbows and clouds patterned across it decorated its interior, giving it a bright, happy vibe befitting young children.
Little Mina was by his side, watching him flow through several stances and flashy moves with admiration glittering in her big, doe eyes, "Let's get married someday, Son-chan!"
Goku didn't even stop what he was doing, "Okay."
End of Flashback
"And we've been together ever since." Goku finished, a bland look embellishing his casual tone of voice.
"And you don't think she's forgotten about that promise you made when you were little kids?" Midoriya asked, a dry, nervous smile tugging at his lips.
Goku thought it over for a minute, massaging his chin with an index finger, "I don't think so. Girls can have really good memories!" He giggled, remembering meeting ChiChi again in the world tournament and how she still expected to marry him despite only seeing her once and not even having a clue what she was talking about.
Girls could be tenacious creatures. He had learnt this the hard way.
Midoriya sighed, "You're one lucky guy, Son-kun."
"Really? What makes you say that?"
"It's just that… Never mind." He was too embarrassed to clarify, shaking a fierce flush from his freckled face before staggering to his feet, ignoring his aching bones commanding him to sit down and rest. "So, where to next? We should probably be making our way to school soon."
Goku pointed down to whence they came, "There's an all-you-can-eat place I love going to. Let's grab a bite there before heading to a public bath. It's on me."
Two hours later – 9:30 am
"Oh boy, did that hit the spot!" Goku cheered, patting his satisfied belly with an infectious grin playing across his lips, now clad in his uniform save his blazer and tie. He didn't want the uniformed jacket getting scrunchy in his backpack so he left it at home, looking a lot more casual with his shirt untucked and the first few buttons of his dress shirt left undone.
"I don't think I'll ever get over just how much you eat, Son-kun," Midoriya claimed, an awkward smile pulling at the edges of his lips. He had only managed a single bowl of udon like normal people while Son utterly cleaned house, forcing the poor restaurant owner to close shop for the day. Let it be known, never use the words "all-you-can-eat" with Goku around because he will take that quite literally, the self-proclaimed late bloomer learnt, "Is that a side effect of your Quirk? I heard some Quirks have side effects that cause people to consume different brands of food to store energy."
"Nope!~ It's just a Goku thing," He admitted with elated pride. "Least that's what Mina called it."
Midoriya sighed, "So you have a black hole for a stomach."
"Pretty much."
"Right. Remind me never to invite you over for dinner, Son-kun. I don't think my Mom could afford it."
"Hehe."
Midoriya moaned, pressing a hand to his shoulder and rotating his tired arm in slow, round motions, "My arms feel like they're gonna drop off," He had the same idea as Goku, leaving his blazer behind and getting changed in his uniform without it at the bathhouse. Unlike Goku, though, he tucked his shirt in and had his tie wrapped around his collar. Since coming into school wearing a massive turtle shell on his back would be too great of an embarrassment that Midoriya was unequipped to deal with, they had opted to make a quick trip to Goku's apartment to return the shell, dialling more weight on his gauntlets to compensate for the loss of pressure on his back.
The bath's warm, relaxing waters had done wonders soothing his overexerted muscles to an extent, but he was still depleted from the night's events.
"You'll get used to it," Goku reassured again, putting his palms behind his head, "It's been one morning. Just keep at it and you'll be used to it in no time."
Another exhale from the energy-deprived boy, "I hope you're right."
They made their trek through U.A.'s orange-bricked pathway at a moderate pace to accommodate Midoriya's drowsiness, continuing at the same breezy pace into the building's interior and into its long stretch of hallways before stopping at their homeroom class. Taking Midoriya's exhaustion in mind, Goku held the door open and gestured him inside first where he was greeted by Uraraka's energy
"Hey, Deku-kun!~" She said, drawing a raised eyebrow from Goku. Why would she call him Deku with the kun-suffix? He was under the impression it was an insult meaning useless doll or worthless person, hence why Bakugo continuously used it to ridicule him. Then again, it sort of sounded like the word "Dekiru" which meant "can do". Given the friendly tone she used when referring to him, Goku had to assume she meant that.
Uraraka cringed upon studying Midoriya's overly tired state; two deep bags under his eyes and his entire posture was slumped over like he lacked all feeling in his arms, "You look awful."
"Hey, Uraraka-san." He intoned, borrowing some of Aizawa's tired indifference. "I feel awful."
Uraraka tilted her head innocently, "What'd ya do?"
"Delivered milk."
"You delivered milk?"
"Yeah, but with weights on. All through the night."
A recoil, "That sounds tough."
"It was."
Goku walked through the door next, only for Mina to barrel into him, pouncing on him and wrapping her slender arms around his neck, "Goku-chan!" She addressed him perkily, kissing him on the cheek before hers ballooned into a childish frown, "You're so mean! Making me walk to school all by myself."
"I said I was sorry," Goku grinned.
"Sorry isn't good enough!" She insisted, drawing a bashful smile from her beloved, "Mom still made you breakfast. Come home with me after school and get it."
Goku's visage brightened, "Oh boy! Really? I can't wait. Your mom's cooking's the best!"
"I know!" Mina agreed, a smug look lit on her face.
"Amen." Someone cleared her throat. Glancing down, Goku found the already distinctive, seemingly floating clothes of U.A.'s resident invisible girl.
"Oh, hey, it's the invisible lady," Goku acknowledged in impeccable nonchalance, setting Mina down and propping his hands back on his hips, "What's up? What can I do for ya… um?"
"Hagakure Toru." She introduced herself, gesticulating wild, avid motions with her sleeves. It was actually impressive how expressive she could be with just her clothes on show, "And it's like, is it true you and Mina-chan are engaged?"
Goku wasn't surprised to find out the girl and his supposed fiancée was already on a first-name basis. Japanese girls generally tended to open up to each other a lot easier and sooner than Japanese boys, "Uh-huh." He nodded vacantly.
Hagakure squealed girlishly, "That's so romantic!~" She swooned, only increasing Goku's confusion. "Hey, are you going to get her a ring?"
"No," Goku said, stunning the girl into silence. He cocked his head, "Am I supposed to?"
"Yes!" She insisted, making more animated gestures with her sleeves to suggest she was pouting, "That's the important part!"
"Really? I hadn't thought about it." He shrugged. She stared motionlessly at him. Goku could guess her jaw had probably dropped from his casual dismissal of traditional marriage values.
"Don't waste your breath, Toru-chan." Mina chimed back in, leaning an elbow on Goku's shoulder and gently pinching his cheek, a cheeky grin adorning her features, "Goku-chan isn't the romantic sort."
She seemed to study his wide-eyed vacant stare of innocence and crossed arms of befuddlement before lifting up a sleeve and speaking her mind, "It's cute that he doesn't know anything."
"I know, right? That's the best part about him!~"
Sero, the cylindrical elbowed teenager, gaped all throughout Goku's interactions with the lovely young ladies, pressing his palms against his desk and leaning his astonished face forward, "How does he get all the girls?" He mumbled, envy colouring his voice and a downpour of tears cascading from his eyes, "It's not fair."
"I know what you mean, dude." Kaminari was right there sitting beside his desk and joining him in his grief, head against the surface of his table, "Son doesn't even know what he's doing." That realization just exacerbated the sting of Son's casual conversations with Ashido and Hagakure.
Aizawa lazily sauntering in spared them from the torture of seeing their fellow classmate gushed over by two attractive girls, a swooshing sound accompanying his entry, "Alright, settle down." He intoned, getting Goku and the girls to disperse to their seats, Midoriya and Uraraka having long since already done so, "I will begin the registration."
The day then slowly proceeded at an excruciatingly snail-paced crawl. Besides the main show stopper which everyone was waiting for, U.A.'s curriculum consisted of standard lessons such as History, English, Maths, Science, etcetera like a normal high school. They would take one of these few classes in the morning for the next several hours, stop off at Goku's favourite pastime, lunch, before having another mundane study session.
On this occasion, they had English first with the ever-enthusiastic Present Mic and History right after lunch with the surprisingly seductive Midnight – the R-rated hero who lures men into a submissive trance with her feminine wiles. She seemed especially excited by Goku's non-responsiveness to her allure, exclaiming his youthful innocence was a turn on.
Goku didn't possess the slightest clue what she was going on about but he supposed that was what he had Mina for, the girl springing to defend his innocence.
He was just happy they were finally at the main event of the day, Basic Hero training. As they all tucked into their desks, avidly anticipating who their teacher was going to be for the best class, said teacher then steamed heroically through the doorway, donning a costume reminiscent of the famed blue and red boy scout comic book hero of the west. "I. Am. Coming through the door like a normal person!" He boomed, standing as anything other than a normal person with his gallant pose.
Their eyes lit up, looking like stars in the night sky the moment their icon's heroic voice washed over them.
"It's All Might!" Mina gushed, latching onto Goku's neck and shaking him frantically, "Look Goku-chan, it's All Might!"
"Yeah, I'm seeing him," Goku grinned bashfully.
"That's a costume from the silver age," A short girl noted, dark-green hair flowing to her back tied in a bow, possessing a frog-like mouth and notably large hands.
Indeed, All Might's Superman-inspired costume was a classic one from his past, consisting of a skin-tight crimson red top emphasizing his massive, hulking physique, patterned with a white circle on his chest extending into two circles emblazoned on his shoulders. A golden utility belt was wrapped around his waist keeping his tight navy-blue pants held up. A pair of golden boots and gauntlets on each of his wrists helped to further highlight the utility belt shining gallantly on his waist. All in all, All Might heavily resembled an old-school throwback hero from the early to late 80s. In Goku's mind, he looked as though Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star had turned into an American Superhero.
"I teach basic hero training!" He stated, his long, blue cape flowing over his broad shoulders, "This is a class where you'll learn the fundamentals of what it means to be a hero!" He emphasized with a spectacular strong-armed pose, "And for today's training!" He reached into the back of his utility belt, energetically flashing them a white card with the word BATTLE "printed" across it in bold, red letters, "Combat training!"
A calm smirk etched onto Goku's face, "Sounds exciting."
"And going with that are these!" He roared, emphatically pointing to the wall to their right and/or his left. Multiple single-lined, bar-shaped compartments slid out of the indents in the wall like a DVD's slot player, adorned with numbers going from one to twenty, "-Hero Costumes made according to the registrations you sent in before school started!"
Japan's number one hero could practically feel the fire erupting in their stomachs and wasted no time issuing the instruction they all wanted to hear since their tailor-made costumes were revealed, "Suit up, young ones, and meet me in Ground Beta!"
"Yes, sir!"
Moments Later
'Man, it's gonna feel good to wear this again.' Goku mused, eyes fondly roaming over an exact replica of his kame Gi as he held it out in front of him in the boy's changing room. The orange sleeveless top still as flashy as he remembered it, adorned with a black kanji-mark near the left shoulder in a small white circle lined with black trim. Orange pants and a midnight blue obi, wristbands, boots and a short-sleeved undershirt contrasting the dominant tangerine of the main outfit. It looked so homely.
He was getting nostalgic just looking at it.
He dressed with gusto, tightening his sash for good measure before walking out the dressing room and meeting Mina who was waiting outside.
"Oh, hey, Goku-chan!" She latched onto him, snuggling against him for a hot minute before partly pulling away and monitoring his outfit. A smirk adorned her features, "Figures you'd go for something like that, Mr Bruce Lee."
"I'm a Martial Artist." He said with clear pride shining in his gaze.
"Yeah, I see that," She replied, pulling away from him completely and folding her arms behind her back, swaying like a flower in the wind, "So," She began, eager anticipation coating her tone, "What do you think?"
Goku calmly looked her over, letting his gaze roam over her skin-tight spandex in innocent observation. He couldn't really tell whether it was purple patterned with sea-green coloured smidges of what resembled paint or vice versa. It seemed to be a knock to her Quirk, he figured that much. Other than the oddly patterned spandex, she also sported a beige-coloured waist-high jacket lined with white fur, a white face mask as though she were a female version of Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon, and shin-high boots coloured a dark red with beige trim.
"Looks pretty cool," He complimented.
She cuddled him again, taking one of her kisses Goku owed her for letting her walk to school all on her lonesome. After a reasonably long time and deep inhale, she pulled away, a wet sound filling the vacant air, "You can be so sweet when you want." She cooed, lovingly tracing the line of his jaw.
"I guess so," He said, wide, blinking eyes regarding her.
Mina took his hand in hers, pulling him along, "C'mon. Let's get going. Don't wanna be late to our first Hero training!~"
"Oh, okay."
They joined their fellow classmates suited up in their own uniquely designed costumes on a purposeful, measured stroll down the exit tunnel leading to a site reminiscent of the Battle Centres they fought during the entrance exam, the shining light of the outside world beaming a ray upon them.
"They say the clothes make the man and woman, young ones. Take that to heart and wear your costumes with pride, fledgeling heroes," All Might exclaimed, lavishing pride upon them like a pinata when they stepped out into the light in their diverse array of colourful outfits, "You all look so cool!"
Kirishima spotted Goku, moving over to him and giving him his signature shark-like grin, "Son, my man! Looking sweet." He complimented happily, hardening his skin before firmly grasping Goku's hand in a proper handshake of unadulterated manliness.
"Thanks," The tailed teenager grinned, rubbing his nostrils with his index finger, "You look cool, too, Kirishima-san." The shark boy proudly wore two dark-red gears over his shoulders, a jagged sash joining the left one to his R-emblemed belt, highlighting a torn cape extending from his backside. Below this, were baggy black pants contrasting dark crimson red boots. He left his chest bare, exposing his well-built frame. Over his sharp teeth and spiky hair was a wired guard, "You been workin' out?"
"Not as much as you!" He responded, appreciating the bulky mass bulging from Goku's sleeves from one bodybuilder to another, "Seriously, man! We need to hit the gym sometime."
"Gym, huh?" Goku smiled, hands-on-hips, "Never been to one of those before. Could be fun."
Kirishima stared at him bug-eyed for about a split second, then quickly recomposed himself. This was Son Goku after all, the insanely overpowered eccentric former student of Mustafa Private Middle School with prodigious strength. He had to know by now to chalk everything off as "Goku being Goku."
"I don't know why I was even surprised," He laughed and Goku chuckled with him.
All Might rambled something that suspiciously sounded like "so obvious" under his breath when Midoriya prodded his way into the fold, but recovered quickly enough, one blue eye glowing brightly, "Are you ready, zygotes?"
A hand shot forth from the sea of costumed students, "Sensei." Iida's earnest voice was heard through his helmet. He looked like a car that had just been armoured up, covered head to toe in glittery, silver-coloured armour, two pairs of exhaust pipes sticking out of his shoulders. At All Might's nod, he proceeded, "Will we be running through another simulation similar to the practical exam?"
"A valid question young Iida-kun and one I will answer in short order," All Might said, "No, this training won't consist of fighting robots. You will not always get the luxury of fighting pre-programmed AI incapable of thinking for themselves. That is why for this training you will be divided up into pairs using the buddy system and will fight against each other!"
Questions rang out all around him ranging from "Without getting in any combat practise first?" to "Can we go all out?" and "Will one of us be threatened with expulsion like Aizawa-sensei?"
All Might was more than a little overwhelmed, shaking a trembling fist before insisting in a straining voice, "I… will… answer… all… your… questions!" He dipped a hand into his utility belt, removing a small notepad and scrolling through it to their inquisitive gazes. "Here's the scenario! There will be two teams, the hero team and the villain team. The villain team have hidden a nuclear bomb inside an abandoned building. The hero team must infiltrate their stronghold any way they see fit. The game will end when one team has either captured the other or a member of the hero team has touched the bomb."
"Sounds like cops and robbers," Goku smirked.
All Might nodded, "While fights with villains tend to occur outdoors, most of the dastardly villains' nefarious schemes take place indoors. Illegal gambling, kidnapping, backdoor deals; yes, truly intelligent villains hide in the shadows and cunningly plan their next move. This practice is to help you prepare for such a foe. You'll team up using the buddy system and fight each other." He turned a page in his notepad, flashing a list of paired names, "Fear not, young ones, as I have already taken the liberty of pairing you together ahead of time."
Iida beamed, "Ah! As expected of Japan's acclaimed number one hero."
"Zygotes, find your buddy!"
Team A: Son Goku and Midoriya Izuku
Team B: Yaoyorozu Momo and Uraraka Ochaco
Team C: Todoroki Shoto and Shoji Mezo
Team D: Bakugo Katsuki and Iida Tenya
Team E: Ashido Mina and Aoyama Yuga
Team F: Koda Koji and Sato Rikido
Team G: Kaminari Denki and Jiro Kyoka
Team H: Tokoyami Fumikage and Asui Tsuyu
Team I: Ojiro Masahiro and Hagakure Toru
Team J: Sero Hanta and Kirishima Eijiro
"Guess we're a team, bro," Goku said with a smirk plastered across his face.
"Um, yeah." Midoriya replied.
Goku offered him a fist bump, "Let's do our best out there."
Midoriya accepted after a moment's hesitation, a smile of his own lighting up his face, "Yeah. Let's, sensei."
"And we'll decide the match-ups like this!" All Might exclaimed, pulling out two lime green lottery boxes he seemed to materialize out of nowhere; one marked with an H and the other a V. All Might dipped both hands into their walls, giving the contents of each a good shuffle before pulling out a card on each hand, "For the first match-up, we have Team A: the heroes young Son-kun and young Midoriya-kun pitted against Team D: the villains young Bakugo-kun and young Iida-kun!"
Goku smirked, "Sounds exciting."
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