"... and then we got normal classes for the rest of the day like nothing happened! We even have our first hero practical exercise tomorrow, costumes and all! Was this what UA was like for you?"

Toshinori carefully sets down his stack of papers. He'd been busy for the past couple of days and was taking time to catch up on paperwork while checking in on Midoriya.

"No, absolutely not," Toshinori says, circling a rather important line in a confrontation manuscript in a bold red. A villain he'd taken down recently had said something that seemed to pertain to an ongoing case, and just because he isn't on it doesnt mean he can't help. "But considering your homeroom teacher is Aizawa, it's to be expected."

"You've worked with him before?" Midoriya asks, pausing his back squat. "Is he any good? Er, I mean, he teaches at UA, so he has to be! But, what's he like?"

Toshinori thinks for a moment. "Focused," he decides. "I haven't worked with him directly, but I've read reports of his work, and since you, my successor, are enrolled in UA, Nedzu allowed me to read up on him. In all the documents I read, Aizawa was described as the type to do a job to the best of his ability as quickly and efficiently as possible. He's a little rough around the edges, but since he doesn't have an agency or a public persona, that's excusable." He flicks over a leaf of paper before setting it in another pile. "Switch to deadlifts, will you?"

"Sure," Midoriya says, carefully setting the bar on the rest and then on the ground. "So he's underground then?"

Toshinori nods. "Yes, he considers himself to be an underground hero. More a licensed vigilante than a public figure who responds to ongoing crime and disasters, in my opinion. Why do you ask?"

"Well," the boy says, loading up his normal weight for deadlifts, "all the teachers at UA are heroes. Heroes that I know, too. Except Mr. Aizawa." He carefully rolls the bar back and forth before lifting it up to his waist. "I've been trying to piece it together all day, but I haven't figured it out." He slowly lowers the bar back down so there's an inch between it and the floor. "But you know who he is, so..."

Toshinori considers for a moment. "I think I'll let you figure this one out on your own."

Despite his surprise, Midoriya doesn't falter. "How come?"

Toshinori sets down his pen. "Think of it this way. If I had all of the great power One for All grants me but had the mental capacity of a seven year old, would I be an effective hero?"

"Definitely not, though I can think of a situation or two…"

"I wouldn't, let's just keep it that way for simplicity," Toshinori waves his successor off. "My point is that your brain is just as important, if not more so, than your Quirk. It's vital that you exercise it like you would any other muscle."

"So you want me to figure out what Mr Aizawa's hero name is?" Midoriya puts the bar down, done with his set of deadlifts.

"Yes," Toshinori stands, "but your only resources are ones available to the public. No going through old UA documents that you're not allowed to, or using an old yearbook you bought online—"

"UA graduates sell their yearbooks online?" Midoriya interrupts, confusion evident in his expression.

"Yes, actually. It's mostly because the hero graduates. The three with me in them fetch a pretty high price. Anyways, only a basic search engine, whatever UA releases to the public, and you're not allowed to spend any money." Toshinori grows to his Muscle form. "Now, you said Aizawa was disappointed by your use of Float. I cannot stand for that. Slap your helmet on, Young Midoriya, we're doing intensive training!"

[x]

Homeroom the second day of school is much easier and less heart attack inducing. Mr. Aizawa had them all read various opinion pieces on a variety of heroes, and then made them write a 500 word essay on how public opinion affects field performance. He doesn't even threaten expulsion once, which Midoriya finds to be much more scary than how he acted yesterday.

Their teacher mostly lies down in his sleeping bag, but Midoriya gets the impression that he's only half asleep at most. Aizawa's an underground hero, too, so it makes sense that he wants to rest so often. The man probably operates at night on top of regular hero duties.

Aizawa raises an eyebrow when Midoriya turns in his essay, which is way over the five hundred word minimum, but other than that he seems content to act like yesterday was a perfectly normal day. Maybe it was. Midoriya wouldn't know, because there's no info online about Mr. Aizawa, excluding the bare-bones profile U.A has of him on their website which hardly counts.

After homeroom, they have a slew of regular highschool classes, though they're sort of tailored to heroics in a vague fashion. For example, English focuses on learning phrases and verbs useful for working with international heroes, as English is used for most international team ups, for whatever reason. Math and art history are also linked to heroics, focusing on physics formulas and old paintings or images of heroes respectively.

And now, Midoriya has lunch. He'd already gotten in line and ordered what All Might's meal plan had laid out, but struggled to find a table. He'd always eaten alone back in middle school. Should he keep doing that here? Can he sit with the older years, or are freshmen supposed to stick together? Would he be welcome at the tables his classmates sit at? He placed first on the Quirk Apprehension Test; that has to count for something, right?

Eventually, he chooses to sit at a half empty table, giving a polite nod to a group of older students who don't even look up from their stacks of… blueprints? Midoriya figured that they were support students.

Calmly taking a bite of his beef as he digs through his bag for his notebook, Midoriya's startled by a tray of soba slamming down right in front of him. The noodles bounce around, one falling out of the dish.

Letting out a squeak, he looks up. It's Noburo. "... Can I help you?" Midoriya asks.

The girl examines his face for a moment, her own expression schooled in deep concentration. She sits down across from him and pokes at her soba. "You're weird," she says after a second, slurping up some noodles in a way that Midoriya's mother would have scolded him for.

Midoriya blinks. "Thanks..? I think?" he says, cautiously setting his notebook on the table.

Noburo snorts. "It's not a compliment. You just don't make sense."

"Wh… what do you mean?" Midoriya watches as she continues to eat, like this is a normal, everyday conversation.

"You're top of the class," she says, taking a swig of some brightly colored drink, "first in the entrance exam, first on the Quirk test. But you're such a wet noodle."

Midoriya can't help but stare for a moment. Noburo doesn't seem to mind, and continues to eat. "... A wet noodle," he says after a while.

"Yes," she nods. "I heard some idiot brag to me about getting forty points in the exam, but how many points did you get?"

"Sixty villain, twenty-five rescue. Eighty-five total," Midoriya lists.

"Yeah, see? You thrashed everyone in our class, but you barely talk. Or brag. Or gloat. You can't even walk through the damn hallway without staring at your feet!" She points her chopsticks at him rudely. "I don't like it."

"What," Midoriya says dumbly.

Noburo sighs heavily. "The top of my class has the temperament of a green bean, don't you see how bad that is?"

"... No?" What does having the temperament of a green bean even mean? Is it an insult? He'd been insulted a lot in middle school. Was it normal for kids to bully the top of the class here? Was he being bullied? Or something else?

"You're thinking too hard, I can see it," Noburo interrupts. "Stop it. Just don't act like a doormat in hero class, and we'll be fine. I can be happy with number one not being an ass, but if you're one of those idiots who thinks anyone can be great, and everything's sunshine and rainbows, we're gonna have a problem. "

"But if they work hard enough, then anyone can be amazing!" Midoriya defends. Noburo rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, sure, like some punk with extendable eyeballs could ever be half the hero I'll be," she says cockily. Then, "I can already tell that we're gonna have problem, so—"

"What do you mean 'problem'?" Midoriya interrupts. "You keep acting like there's something wrong with me. Is there?"

Noburo stares at him for a moment. "Yes. You see, you're at the top. I'm just below you. If you walk around acting like a wet noodle, then everyone in the school will think our whole class is full of pushovers, especially me because I'll be playing second fiddle to someone… someone like," she gestures to the entirety of Midoriya, "this."

"You just gestured to all of me…" Midoriya mutters.

"Yes. That's the point." Noburo rests her head in the palm of her hand. "Just… don't be like," she points at Midoriya,"thatin the middle of combat, and we'll be fine."

And that's that. Noburo quickly finishes her lunch and leaves for class without a word, and Midoriya finishes his food while filling out another page in his hero notebook. All in all, it was definitely better than some of the lunches he had back at Aldera. He had a conversation, filled out a page, and managed to eat the whole thing.

But now he has hero class. Midoriya's stomach flips as he walks back to class 1-A. Mr. Aizawa said he was on thin ice. And just yesterday, he kicked six people out of class. All Might said he'd be fine as long as he shows how much of a hard worker he is, but will that really be enough? He hopes so.

Any and every expectation Midoriya had for class is promptly ejected out the nearest window the moment he steps in the room. There, nervously fidgeting in his seat with a wrinkly U.A uniform, is the boy Mr. Aizawa expelled the previous day.

Midoriya wipes his eyes to make sure they're working and pinches the back of his hand. Nope, he's not dreaming. Which means—

"Are you going to stare all day like a fool or sit down?" The telltale sign (yes, it's only day two, but who else in the whole of U.A walks around with a sleeping bag?) of a long, rusty zipper draws Midoriya's attention to the floor just below the teacher's podium. Mr. Aizawa stands, and it's only then does Midoriya realize that he's been standing and gaping like a fish. He flushes and quickly sits down in his spot.

The remaining students fill in quickly after that, some making comments about how amazing lunch tasted, and others still mid-joke. They all freeze when they see Oto. No one gets long to stare as Mr. Aizawa snaps them out of it and makes them sit down.

Once all fifteen pairs of eyes are facing firmly straight ahead, Mr. Aizawa pulls out a thin stack of papers. "Today is your first practical hero exercise. As your homeroom teacher, I will be present. However, I will not be your main educator. I expect you to take this class very seriously, and that you treat the other teacher and the training facility with respect. Am I understood?"

A chorus of 'yes, sir' rings through the classroom. Aizawa nods, satisfied but still wary. "Follow me. You won't need your things," he says, tucking his sleeping bag under one arm and grabbing an overfilled clipboard with the other.

Their teacher leads them through the massive corridors of U.A, turning every now and then until they reach a classroom markedFoundational Heroics.He herds them all in before zipping up his bag and lying down on the floor.

Most of the students take their seats and begin to talk amongst themselves. Midoriya doesn't, instead fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves and scanning the room. Eventually, the bell rings and heavy footsteps can be heard briskly walking down the hall. Midoriya has just enough time to sit up straight as the door to the classroom is kicked open.

In walks a rather tall and muscular man wearing a red hero costume with thick, white gloves, boots, and a yellow-orange visor on the upper part of his head. His grey hair is spiky, and he has a peculiar jawline, with two teeth sticking up from his bottom lip like fangs. He stands at the front of the room and looks them over.

"Hello, I am Kan Sekijiro, also known as the pro hero Vlad King," he says with a slight lisp. "I'll be your Foundational Heroics teacher." Then he looks down to Aizawa, who appears to be asleep. "There's fewer than twenty, Aizawa. Care to explain?"

The homeroom teacher cracks open one eye. "They weren't ready for this class, so I booted them to Gen Ed. They'll have a chance at the festival," Aizawa says, not even bothering to sit up.

Vlad King huffs and flicks through the clipboard Aizawa had left on the teacher's podium. "I'll just have to work with five less than planned, I suppose." He looks up at the class. "Everyone here?" No one replies. Vlad shrugs, "Good enough for me. Now," a quiet click can be heard, and soon the sound of hissing fills the room. The students look around, confused.

Midoriya is one of the first to notice that parts of the walls are swinging outwards, miniature doors opening like lockers to reveal cubbies. "These are your hero costumes," Vlad explains. "The cases are numbered the same as your student numbers are." Suitcases are sitting in the cubbies. One of which has Midoriya's hero costume in it. Already, his mind is going a mile a minute.

"There's a set of locker rooms across the hall," Vlad King continues, "boys in the right, girls on the left. Hurry up and put your stuff on and meet me by the door at the end of the hall."

Midoriya and seven other boys enter the locker room, nearly at a run. Oto, the boy Aizawa expelled, is quickly surrounded by everyone but Midoriya, and questioned thoroughly.

Tuning the noise of the other boys out, Midoriya focuses on opening his suitcase. It's rather high tech, which is both odd and expected at this point. It's U.A, after all. The top swings up smoothly and without a sound, unveiling a dark green piece of cloth and a leaf of paper taped to it. He pulls the paper off and tries to read the script. It's hard—whoever wrote it must've been in a hurry—but he gets it eventually.

Dear Student Number 9. Your original costume design gave me a real good laugh when I first saw it. I even snapped a pic of it and showed it to my friends. They also laughed. It's now become sort of a joke here in the support department. Even the seniors are poking fun at it. I've even managed to duck the usual freshman hazing by giving something new for the upper years to mock.

As you've probably figured out by now, your design was bad. Real bad. Like it was drawn by a five year old bad. So as a favor I redesigned almost all of it to better suit your needs. Enjoy!

Midoriya blinks. That was a little mean, but also nice? He isn't a costume designer, so he can understand a little bit of change. But was it really bad enough to warrant a nearly complete overhaul? The only way to know would be to ask the support department, but that's something he doesn't feel like doing.

"Y-yeah, I get a second chance because I put forth my best effort. At least, that's what Mr. Aizawa says." Midoriya looks up and over to Oto, who's chatting with the other boys as they finish putting on their costumes. Midoriya hurries to take off his uniform.

"That's so weird, dude," another says, "like, can you imagine if a medical school did that? They'd probably be torn to pieces on the evening news!"

"Yeah, well, this is UA. They've got enough street cred to get away with loads of stuff other schools couldn't even think about," a third boy points out.

"That's fair, but Aizawa kicking six kids out then welcoming one back isn't normal. I checked the graduation statistics of UA, and almost every hero course has twenty make it. If they don't, they have eighteen or nineteen," someone else says.

A loud banging startles the room into silence. "If you have time to talk, you can leave the room," the voice of Aizawa comes through the door. "This isn't social hour. Remember, UA doesn't tolerate time-wasters."

Picking up the pace, Midoriya hurries into his costume. First is a thin pair of black socks, followed by a pair of white compression pants and a similar shirt. Then comes the dark green jumpsuit, which is all one piece and has built-in pads for all of his vital bits. That's definitely an improvement over his original design. The one he submitted was rather lacking in protection. After the jumpsuit comes the belt, gloves (reinforced with extra studs for grip), and shoes, which are thankfully the same dark red he asked for.

The seven other boys plus Midoriya (who's still hastily slipping on his respirator) quickly exit the locker room after that and gather by the door like Vlad had said to. The girls eventually join them, and with one last once-over from the two teachers, Vlad King speaks.

"Alright, pay close attention, because I'm going to explain the combat exercise." The man in red opens the door to a dark, high walled room. Most of the space is dominated by one huge screen, which is hooked up to a rather small computer. The class files in, with Aizawa behind them. Vlad waits for the excited chatter to calm down before speaking again.

"Today's exercise is a team one. You'll be in pairs, fighting in a mock sewer. It's dry and clean, so there's no need to worry about that." He reaches over and hits a button on the keyboard of the computer. A short starting animation plays on screen before a loading bar takes its place. "Cameras are installed, so everyone else will be watching the matches." Vlad looks over to Aizawa, who continues.

"We'll be going over your performances in class tomorrow, as well as picking an MVP for each match. Keep in mind that every aspect of this is intentionally designed to test your current ability." He pauses and looks over the class. His eyes zero in on Midoriya. "Remember that you're expected to give your all and then some. Vlad, you can call teams."

Vlad King draws a breath to speak, but is interrupted by a hand shooting up. "Er, yes," he says, "I can take a few questions. What is it?"

Noburo lowers her hand. "Isn't this a little sudden? Shouldn't we get a lesson in how to fight indoors first?"

"You will. Tomorrow, after I critique your performance," Aizawa answers. "I want to know what you need to know before I teach you. It's better that way." Noburo nods, accepting the answer.

"Right then," Vlad taps his clipboard on twice, regaining attention. "Your groups are listed on the screen behind me. You're not allowed to talk strategy until your group is called, and when you are called, you'll get five minutes, after which you may engage in combat." Some of the students seem to perk up at that, but Aizawa cuts that off.

"However, we're not going to let you go all out with your Quirks. Injuring your opponent is allowed, but unnecessary roughness isn't. You'll also be given fake capture tape to use. When applied to at least three of a person's limbs, it signifies defeat." Midoriya's homeroom teacher eyes the class over critically before looking up at the teams.

Scanning the screen, Midoriya quickly finds his name boxed in with Oto Kenji below a bold letter C. Looking around the room, he quickly finds his partner, who's standing on the edge of the group. Midoriya manages to catch his eye and shoots the boy a smile. His partner smiles back nervously and gives him the thumbs up. Satisfied, Midoriya faces forwards again in time to see the screen change to a live video feed.

"Teams C and F, you're up!" Vlad calls, double checking each of the cameras. "Aizawa will escort you to the entry point and give you the capture tape. Then your five minutes will start."

True to Vlad's word, Mr. Aizawa leads the two teams out of the dim room and out to a mock city. Midoriya takes a moment to look over Team F, which has three members.

One is Noburo, whose costume is based on biker wear, with a cropped jacket that lets her use her Quirk. The other two are boys, one in a yellow jumpsuit and helmet, and the other wearing a sleeveless coat and leather pants. Midoriya remembers that one has a linear acceleration Quirk, and the other can extend his arms up to fifty meters.

Aizawa stops walking in front of a pair of low cement buildings. He reaches into his scarf and pulls out six rolls of white tape. Turning around, he tosses each student one and an extra to Oto. "Team C is on the left, Team F on the right. When your time's up, head down the ladder. Don't disappoint me," Aizawa says, walking right back to where they left. "Oh, and your time starts now!"

Midoriya immediately grabs his partner by the arm and takes him into the building. Inside is a table, which he sits down on, and starts to think. Linear acceleration wouldn't be too good in the confines of a sewer, but extending arms and spikes of metal would come in handy. With Full Cowl, he could move around easy enough, but floating would be difficult. His partner's flames would be handy but very eye-catching. Stealth, while preferable due to the number disadvantage, was probably out. Maybe—

"Yeesh, you've got a quick head!" Oto comments, drumming his fingers in the wood of the table. "I think you've already got half a plan."

Midoriya feels himself go red. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to exclude you! Uh, what do you think we should do! Just because I got first doesn't mean I should be in charge. Wait, sorry, I didn't mean it that w—!"

Oto laughs and rubs the back of his neck self-consciously. "Yeah, I guess I didn't make that much of an impression yesterday, so it's cool." His expression turns serious, "But I'm here to change that. Now, you said my Quirk is too flashy?"

Midoriya nods sheepishly, "Yeah, mine too. And the sewer is probably really dark, so too much light wouldn't be good. Plus your costume is kinda bright."

Oto tugs his flame orange tank top with a smile. "Yeah, I figured I'd go for eye-catching. That way, more people will focus on me!"

Midoriya stares at his partner for a moment. "I think… I think that could work in our favor."

Oto cocks his head. "How so?"

"You're flashy,veryflashy," Midoriya explains. "If you go down and make a lot of noise and light, then they'll come for you assuming we're together. If you can hold them off long enough, then I can sneak up on and take out one of them. After that we can fight on even terms!"

Oto thinks for a moment. "Okay, but your Quirk makes light, too. How will we make sure they come for me?"

Midoriya mulls that over, then stands. One for All and Float were once separate, right? So maybe he can fly without the green lighting. Triggering his Quirk, Midoriya keeps the level below one percent. Then, he closes his eyes and concentrates on the way he felt at the entrance exam, the feeling reminiscent of flying through the air on his own wings that he remembers vividly from the first time he used Float.

By the time he opens his eyes, he can already tell he's hovering above the ground. And there's no green lightning, just a little bit of glow coming from his skin. It's difficult, but he could probably hold it long enough to get the drop on someone. "I think I got it."

Oto smiles confidently. "If you can keep that up, then we've got this in the bag."

Midoriya grins and lets himself fall the two inches to the floor. "I hope so."

[x]

Aizawa sucks down a jelly package as he stares intently at the screen before him. The teams for the hero exercise were not random. He picked them himself. This first match between C and F had the three students with the most potential, plus a couple more that some other B-list hero schools would be happy to take, but certainly not U.A.

"Teams C and F, your time is up. Please enter the sewer," Vlad says into the intercom. Aizawa focuses on who descends first on each team. Oto does for C, and Noburo does for F. Both teams have solid, if simple, plans. F intends to focus on brute force and overwhelming numbers, while C has decided to try something more sneaky.

Aizawa himself is slightly biased towards the stealthier option, though he's professional enough to realize that both have merit. Why should Team F bother to come up with a complex plan when they could comb the whole of the location and deal with the enemy using their number advantage? They shouldn't. Keeping things simple at the skill level they're at is important and the best way to get a feel for the basics. Let the third years come up with the multi-phase operations. The freshmen will keep it nice and simple. For now.

Of course, Aizawa has a slight inkling of who will win in this match up. Or more accurately, what the outcome will be based on first the first contact. If Midoriya and Oto manage to knock out Noburo with their plan (and they would go for Noburo—she's the biggest threat), then Team C would be victorious. But if Team F manages to shake off Midoriya's capture attempt and keep all their members, then the brawl that follows would end in a Team F victory.

"Hey, Midoriya?"The voice of Oto sounds through Aizawa's earpiece.

"What is it?"The pair are quietly walking through the low-lit sewers, waiting until they hear signs of the other team.

"I was thinking, maybe you should take my tape. I can't exactly use it with my flame arms."

There's a short pause."Only if you're sure."

Aizawa watches as Oto tosses a roll of tape to Midoriya. Satisfied, he switches cameras to have a better view of Team F. The trio are aligned in a triangle formation, with Noburo at the point. That's a good move. Her Quirk works better in a straight line, and the other two would do well with a distraction keeping the enemy occupied.

The two teams gradually draw closer to each other, though it takes some time. Oto hasn't begun making noise yet, which makes the viewing a bit dull for the students behind him.

Then,"Alright, make some noise,"Midoriya orders, barely visible as he floats up to the ceiling of a particularly tall room. He must've heard one of the enemy students trip over their own feet.

It's dim enough that Midoriya is nearly invisible, though his proximity to the single naked lightbulb in the room would give away his position if someone looks down. That, however, could be forgiven just this once. Oto would make enough light to banish the shadow.

A torrent of flame erupts from the upper body of Oto, roaring like a wild beast. Two three meter pillars of fire swing about the room, the originator smiling like any teenager does when they use their Quirk. On another screen, Aizawa notes that Team F has heard and is already rushing to the source of the noise. So far, so good.

Then the student with the speed Quirk breaks formation and rushes ahead. Noburo curses and rushes to catch up, and the third teammate follows.

The boy who broke off reaches the room with Team C first, about thirty seconds before the other two would get there. Aizawa leans forward slightly, interested in how Midoriya and Oto would repurpose their plan.

Oto wastes no time rushing forward to better distract the other boy, and Midoriya mirrors his actions fifteen feet up. Zashi, the boy with the speed Quirk, tries to get around Oto, but flanking a person who can swivel their arms 360 is almost impossible. Zashi ends up tripping, and Midoriya quickly pounces, wrapping his legs up in a strip of capture tape before doing his arms in a separate strip.

"Zashi Mori has been eliminated!" Vlad calls into the intercom. On screen, Oto smiles with delight as Midoriya hurriedly readies another roll of capture tape. It was a clean capture; Aizawa is almost impressed. But he's more disappointed in Zashi's willingness to break from his team.

Barely five seconds pass after Midoriya subdues the bigger boy before Noburo bursts in with her teammate on her heels. Aizawa notes that she quickly scanned the room before rushing Midoriya, who leapt into the air. The suddenness of it all seems to catch Oto off guard, and Moku, the boy with extendable arms, quickly slams him into a wall. The boy's flames flicker out, and Oto is sloppily wrapped in capture tape.

Midoriya, most likely seeing his partner being knocked out in the corner of his eye, kicks off the ceiling, going right for Moku. The boy barely manages to sidestep Midoriya's punch but ends up slamming into Noburo, who tried to follow Midoriya.

Aizawa can practically see the gears turning in Midoriya's head by now. The boy bites his lip before a wide, almost manic grin splits across his face. He shoots forward, right between Noburo and Moku as green lighting trails. Both of the remaining Team F members try to retaliate, Noburo swiftly growing a trio of angled, dulled spikes (Aizawa mentally thanks her for showing restraint), and Moku attempting to tangle Midoriya in his arms.

The two attacks collide, with Midoriya flying off towards the ceiling to evade. Noburo swears loudly before angling her body upwards. A single spike, perhaps six inches in diameter, hits the concrete above. Midoriya shoots down, having narrowly dodged, and wraps one of Noburo's arms in capture tape. He tries for a second, but Moku quickly extends an arm, forcing Midoriya to dodge.

Noburo tries to pick the capture tape off, but Midoriya rushes her again, forcing another set of spikes and a pair of extended arms to tangle. Midoriya takes that opening and sticks a strand of capture tape to one of Moku's arms, then uses the same strand to tie up one of Noburo's legs once he gets close enough.

Noburo and Moku try to pull apart but only succeed in falling over. Midoriya quickly ties them up, having to dodge a few last ditch spikes.

"Noburo Mai and Moku Ren are captured! Team C wins!" Vlad calls the match.

Aizawa watches as Midoriya sheepishly unties Noburo and offers her a hand up. The girl begrudging accepts it.

Well. That is definitely a match to rewatch. He's almost—actually, heisimpressed, but also curious.

What training did Midoriya have before U.A?