Chapter 1: Birth of a (Monster?) Hero.

What do I do? A young Izuku Midoriya thought, as the classroom around him seemed to slow down and his mind raced for a solution. What can I do? Kacchan might knock over Misaki-sans vase on the shelf, he'll be so angry!

The blonde had just been showing his best friend his quirk that had developed the past weekend just a few moments ago, until the boy had created a strong explosion in an attempt to show off to his friend. What he hadn't expected however is that the explosion would be stronger than what he had been bracing himself for, causing him to fall back.

As luck would have it, they were standing near a shelf rack with a rather large vase, property of one of their teachers, Misaki Korone, who had put the vase there for seemingly no reason other than to show off his apparent wealth.

How a teacher could afford such a thing wouldn't be a problem however, if it weren't for the fact the falling toddler had made a rather large collision with the shelf rack. Izuku could see the vase start to wobble in place.

''Ouch… what the hell?" Izuku heard his friend say, pain clear in his voice as he laid there with his back to the shelf, he probably hurt his head badly considering he seemed pretty out of it at the moment. Izuku was about to walk over to him until realization hit him.

The vase is still moving, It really is going to fall. From where Kacchan is sitting It might actually fall on his head! Izuku could feel his body start to move forward as he assessed what was about to happen if he didn't do something. Th- that vase is actually super heavy isn't it? The toddler could vaguely remember his teachers, Misaki-san and Teruko-san (reluctantly) assisting and still having trouble actually lifting the vase on the shelf, Teruko had actually protested against putting such a heavy object on an elevated spot in the presence of toddlers. But the older man had insisted on putting it there, trying to justify the decision by saying some farce like 'Kids these days need to be surrounded more by art' to the chagrin of Teruko. Misaki was truly a show off.

Izuku didn't know the math, but if two grown men had trouble lifting it, then the weight would be beyond something a toddler could possibly endure having dropped on his head. And the dread that was starting to grow in his stomach intensified.

As if the object was planning on taking him up on his musings, Izuku could see the vase starting to tip over. In a haste Izuku called out to his friend. ''Kacchan get away from there, it's dangerous! The vase is gonna fall!''

His warning seemed to be in vain however as Katsuki barely looked as if he had heard him, instead he just responded with a confused look, his hand feeling at the back of his head with a wince. Had he really knocked his head that hard?

Izuku realized one thing in that moment. Kacchan can't get up! He's actually gonna get hit if I don't do something, but…

''Izuku…?''

Izuku froze, broken out of the train wreck that were his growing insecurities as he looked at his friend. The blonde looked confused, concerned, but most important of all, scared. And to his fright, the vase started falling.

''NO!''

Before he could think, Izuku leaped forward with a hard shout that sounded throughout the whole class but was surprisingly drowned out by the sound of the other kids playing.

Setting off in a speed and strength that should not be feasible for a 4 year old still quirkless child. He flew at his friend, his actions only catching up with him now as he was covering the other boy with his body. He knew there was only one thing he could do if he wanted to save his friend from the most likely fatal injury.

He would have take the brunt of the hit himself.

He had less than a second to brace himself for the incoming pain. As he looked at his friend's bewildered and frightened face, he could only hear himself mutter softly.

''Don't worry, I'm here''

A deafening shatter followed, and he felt a numb pain.

Then, the world went black.

What the hell just happened?

Katsuki Bakugou knew for a fact he had been showing Izuku his quirk he got yesterday not more than a minute ago.

When he had entered class the first thing on his mind had been to tell his friend about the new development, he'd been so ecstatic to the point he'd considered just going to his house yesterday to tell him the news. But it had been late and he'd decided it would be better to surprise him in class, and surprised he was.

He had nearly matched Katsuki in his eccentricities and it hadn't even been his quirk that had developed. He hadn't hesitated to instantly ask him about the details and what he could do with it and had started theorizing before he could even begin showing him.

Izukun can be such a nerd. He'd thought lightheartedly. Katsuki was one of the few that could tolerate and understand the green mop's ramblings. Most of the time.

When lunch break arrived they'd quickly moved to the corner of the class where the shelves are. Kids don't play as much there so they immediately got to it. However, when he started to demonstrate his quirk he had quickly gotten ahead of himself.

After showing Izuku the basic sparks he could create he had wanted to impress him more, so he decided to up the power of his quirk.

They'd already theorized that his quirk had something to do with his sweat since his father had that type of quirk, and the sweat on his hands had smelled differently.

So he tried to rub his hands together to increase the warmth; It was a party trick his father used sometimes to create firework-like explosions in his hand. Katsuki hoped it would increase the size of his own sparks.

Izuku instantly picked up on what he had been doing however.

"K-kacchan is that really a good idea?" He said, slight apprehension apparent in his voice.

Katsuki paid him no mind as he continued rubbing his hands. "Jeez Izukun, of course it is, don't worry too much. It's not like I'll blow us all up, I just got it yesterday,"

"Even then, we don't know how strong it'll be… you might hurt yourself." Izuku was determined to prove to him it was a bad idea.

Katsuki would just have to prove him wrong then.

"Well ready or not, here it comes!" He said excitedly as he lifted his hands up, palms facing away from him and his friend. Izuku looked like he wanted to say something but finally realized he wouldn't be able to convince Katsuki at this point. He could only observe.

That's where everything went wrong.

The blast that was created when he ignited his hands had been much larger and intense than both of them had been expecting, Izuku subconsciously stepped back in his panic while Katsuki could feel himself losing balance.

The recoil had been so large it was enough to push him back, he tried to regain his footing but doing so only delayed the inevitable fall.

SLAM

Katsuki was positive he could see stars, it felt like he'd crashed into something but he couldn't be sure at this point. Everything seemed hazy and he could feel a pulsating pain shooting through his hands and the back of his head.

"Ouch… what the hell?"

Then he heard a voice. "Kacchan… there… erous… vase… fall!''

That's Izukun isn't it? What is he saying?

Katsuki was really feeling out of it, he tried to feel where the pain on his head was coming from but winced when he touched the spot, it really hurt.

So instead he decided to try to look where Izuku's voice came from, he was a few meters away by now, but he looked extremely worried and even scared?

What is he looking scared for? I'm the one who hit my head. Although he did warn me for it…

He decided to call out to him.

"Izuku…?" He'd managed to stammer out, not using his nickname in a daze, he doubted his friend had heard it but to his surprise the boy's head snapped up looking at something above him.

Katsuki couldn't really see his friend's face properly but he could've sworn something about his face was off, maybe it was his eyes?

He couldn't think too much about it as he suddenly heard a shout, Izuku was jumping at him at a really fast speed.

Wh-what is happening?

Izuku was slumped over him now as if covering him, and suddenly Katsuki could feel his senses return to him.

"Don't worry, I'm here" Izuku had softly muttered. And as Katsuki looked up at his friend he recognized the inconsistency he thought he'd seen just now; Izuku's eyes were different. The sclera weren't white but a scarlet black, and his pupils an eerie crimson.

Was his disoriented brain playing tricks on him?

Even though this sight should've terrified Katsuki, it hadn't. He wouldn't be scared of him, he'd known him for practically his whole (admittedly short) life and knew he would never hurt anyon-

Katsuki was ripped out of his thoughts, as an ear deafening shatter echoed throughout the class and the hallways, he subconsciously closed his eyes at the sound.

And there he sat now, paralyzed in shock as he was recalling what had just happened in not more than 10 seconds, in an attempt to piece together what the hell had just transpired. After having shut his eyes for a moment, he finally opened them, and he could feel his heart nearly stop.

On top of him was an unconscious Izuku while around him were thick shattered pieces of what seemed to be a vase, Misaki's vase. He realized. He looked around and saw a crowd of their classmates starting to group around them like a flock of birds.

like the extra's they are. He thought spitingly.

Their teachers were trying to worm their way through the class as they came running through the door.

After taking in his surroundings some more with regained clarity, it finally struck Katsuki.

Izukun…

He protected me from the falling vase by taking the hit himself.

Katsuki could feel the tears form in his eyes as his heart clenched. He even warned me about it, he just jumped in without a care for his own safety. And now, n-now he mi-might be…

Katsuki shook the thought out of his head, thinking about it made him feel like he would choke. He could tell the teachers were making it through the classroom, one considerably faster than the other.

He finally found it in him to speak. "Izukun, wake up. Izuku, come on. Please Izuku!" He tried shaking his friend in an attempt to wake him up and noticed his own hands had been burnt rather badly, he ignored the painful sting the contact caused him and kept calling his friend's name.

"What the fuck happened here!" Katsuki looked up and noticed a teacher finally making his way through the ring of kids that had surrounded them, when he got closer Katsuki could see who it was.

It was Misaki.

He'd wormed himself through the crowd of children roughly, which explained how he'd managed to get through the crowd at such speed while the other teacher -who Katsuki only now recognized as Teruko-san- was trailing behind making sure to tread more carefully,

Misaki really seemed to not care at all if he were to step on a child and couldn't be bothered to keep his vocabulary appropriate in the presence of toddlers. He was absolutely furious, it was clear on his face that he was planning on directing that fury at whatever thing caused this chaos.

As he finally made it through the human blockade, he took a moment to take in the scene. When he laid his eyes on the shards scattered over the floor, Katsuki knew without a doubt: the man was going to explode.

''YOU FUCKING BRATS!''

Teruko Eboro was becoming increasingly worried as he carefully passed through the huge swarm of children, he absently noted kids from other classes had gathered as well for some reason, and made a note to himself to send them away later.

That wasn't his main concern however, Misaki has always had temper problems; even the most minute thing could send him off the rails on bad days. And as luck would have it, today was one of those bad days, the teacher didn't know what had caused the man to have such a short temper, but then again none of the teachers really knew much about the man.

He had one day just showed up, the principal had introduced him as if it were any other teacher.

This in itself wouldn't have been very out of place if it weren't for the fact the man had looked so old, he definitely didn't look like a freshly graduated college student ready to become a teacher.

And he was definitely not a transfer teacher from another school, they simply didn't require one and the process of transferring would require the input of multiple other teachers.

In the end there wasn't much that could've been done about it, even if it seemed a little fishy they could at least trust the principal enough to not doubt his decisions.

Slowly but surely however the suspicions grew and Misaki Korone became more and more of an enigma. Teruko could not figure the man out at all, not only was he 43 years old– a little too old for a starting teacher. He was also questionably wealthy, very wealthy, evident by the expensive clothing and accessories he seemed to always wear.

Where he got the money from, no one knew.

Most importantly was that he was definitely not an experienced teacher and may not even have had any formal education for teaching, and he was extremely anti social to boot, constantly keeping everyone at a distance.

The only person he has ever seen the man commonly have a conversation with is the principal, and even then it didn't particularly seem like any of the two were enjoying the others presence.

Teruko had tried to interact with the man many times considering they were supposed to teach this class together and he never actually learned what his quirk was, but be it by simply ignoring him or outright avoiding him Misaki had made it very obvious he would rather not have to associate with his colleague more than work required them to.

Even then Teruko had to put 'work' lightly when it came to Misaki, because the man honestly didn't do much. Other than bringing in one of his expensive decorations or objects (for no apparent reason) into the class on occasions the man really only stood around, he would sometimes help a kid with math when forced or whatever but that was mostly the extent of what Teruko could expect of the mysterious man.

And as time went on it became harder and harder to believe the man even wanted to be a teacher. Of course he had tried to bring this up to the principal but he had simply waved him off.

'He simply still has to get used to the environment, don't be too strict on him Eboro-san, do not forget, he is still technically your senior.' He had said.

Teruko had really wanted to heatedly point out how it was very obvious that Misaki was not a more experienced teacher than him and that the man couldn't teach for shit, but decided it best for both his sanity and the integrity of his job if he just left the office silently.

If Teruko had to give his own opinion on the man he'd have to say he rather disliked him and that he gave him a bad vibe, there was just something about Misaki that unsettled him. Even if he were to ignore the mysterious manner the man had joined this school the man just gave off an ominous aura that was hard to describe.

It felt like a bomb of sorts, the man regularly came in with a bad mood in which he would snap at anyone who dared to annoy him, even the kids.

Maybe it had something to do with his quirk?

''What the fuck happened here!''

This had Teruko rather concerned for what would happen now, he had no idea what had caused that shattering sound but from where the kids had swarmed he could make a good assumption.

It would have to be Misaki's damned vase. I just hope no kid got hurt because of that moron's need to show off, or I'll seriously get tempted to show that douche what my fist feels like, especially for being so fucking vulgar in front of the kids.

He could feel a righteous fury start to flare, and his hands start to tingle violently.

''YOU FUCKING BRATS!''

That was the last straw, Teruko hurried to get to his damned colleague before the dunce did something he'd make him regret.

Katsuki was starting to panic, he was now holding Izuku in his arms while trying to keep his hands from receiving any kind off pressure since it hurt a lot. What was the cause of his feelings of distress was the man now standing in front of him, it was Misaki, and he looked positively pissed.

Katsuki had made a hobby of pestering him in the past for a while, Izuku had told him the new teacher gave him the creeps a week after the guy had arrived but he'd eventually decided to see it for himself.

Despite his best efforts however he never got much more than an annoyed mutter or a malicious scowl out of the man. Normally this wouldn't deter Katsuki from going until he managed to really get under an adults skin, but for this guy something told him it would be better to stop.

Not for any particular reason other than listening to his gut instinct, he really gave him bad vibes.

Like he was constantly observing everything with those unsettling eyes, but not in a way a teacher should, more like a butcher checking on his farm animals, seeing which are good for 'harvest'.

He always shuddered at that thought, his imagination scared him sometimes.

What was happening now sadly was not his imagination, Misaki stood in front of him while very real.

Somehow Teruko still hadn't arrived, he had hoped the only sensible adult would've calmed the furious man down and gotten his best friend some help already. But the crowd was only growing, making it even harder for Teruko to make it through.

He would be alone in this, so he steeled himself for what would be a very bad experience. He wouldn't let this angry idiot scare him from getting his best friend help, not on his watch. My hands can wait till later, Izuku needs help right now.

''Korone-san,'' he decided to start polite ''Izuku really needs help! Your-'' He caught himself, rubbing in that his vase is what broke while he looks so angry is probably not smart

''One of the vases on the shelves fell on his head! He's fallen unconscious!'' The desperation was now clear in his voice, Misaki only scowled at him in response, his dark almost void-like pupils staring into Katsuki's red now watery eyes. Did it work? Has he finally calmed dow-

Katsuki was gripped by the collar, one arm holding him by his T-shirt as he could feel Izuku start to slip out of his arms and he was slowly but surely lifted off the ground.

He went to grab hold of his friends but his attempt was denied by another larger hand grabbing hold of his hands, holding them with a crushing grip. Katsuki felt his hands go numb for a second, before a searing pain shot through them, it felt like they were imploding, and before he could properly process what was going on he let out a blood curdling scream.

''AAAAAHHHH IT HURTS IT HURTSSTOPSTOPSTOP!''

Katsuki started screaming and trashing around, doing his absolute best to escape out of the iron-grip he was held in, the man seemed unperturbed though as he brought the boy closer.

''Do you fucking know what you did, brat?'' His grip tightened, dark eyes almost resembling black holes.

Katsuki could feel his lungs and vocal cords rip themselves apart as he screamed for his life, the pain searing through his hands was insufferable.

The kids around them stood frozen in place as they witnessed the blonde boy with intense fear evident in their eyes. None of them seemed to notice the prone boy who was thought to be unconscious shift at the sound of the bellows.

''That device was worth more than you and your little shitty friend combined if I were to se-AAHH"

Katsuki could suddenly feel the man's grip on his neck start to loosen.

Wh-what? I-Izuku? Katsuki was broken out of his screaming fit as he took in what was happening.

Izuku had latched onto the man's arm, the same arm holding Katsuki's neck, with his teeth.

He was viciously biting down on the flesh as his now crimson eyes seemed to glow predatorily while he glared up at the man.

Realizing his friend had left him with an opening Katsuki knew what he had to do. Forcing his already busted hands, he commanded them an especially hot explosion, pushing his hands like that hurt like nothing he had ever felt before. But he had to go through with it, he wouldn't let his friend's surprise attack go to waste.

BOOM

if Katsuki had felt immense pain before, it must have gone way beyond that, because he couldn't feel his hands at all now.

Having let the explosion loose, he fell to the ground while the man now focused on the mop of green still snapped onto his arm like a bear trap, after shaking violently he eventually managed to get the toddler off him.

But not without Izuku taking a considerable lump of the man's arm.

After soaring for not more than a second Izuku dropped to the ground and went limp again, before Katsuki had the chance to rush to his friend's side, Misaki shoved him back as he examined both his burnt hands and his torn arm.

''You little shits!'' He took a heavy step forward, dark eyes blazing. ''You still dare to fucking burn me, and then have the fucking audacity to bite me like a rat after the shit you pulled?!''

He took another step, scorched hands now reaching into a pocket on the inside of his jacket.

''I don't even fucking care about the plan anymore, I'll just take both of you and-''

He cut off, suddenly slumping forward as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. In his fall he missed Katsuki and Izuku by a hair, landing right in front of Katsuki's feet

He… he fell. Katsuki thought numbly as he took in the now prone man.

His eyes immediately flitted over to his friend, wanting to be sure he hadn't fallen on any large shards. As he got closer he checked on the boy, realizing he truly was unconscious now and absently noting the lump of flesh had disappeared.

It must have been flung somewhere after he was thrown. He reasoned.

Now finally knowing his friend wasn't in any immediate danger he took the time to realize how truly dangerous the situation had been. In a lot of the anime Katsuki and Izuku watched they would go on about how the heroes could sense the 'killing intent' radiating off the villains or whatever, they'd always thought it to be silly that they could seemingly feel something like that.

But Katsuki knew for a fact that he wasn't imagining it, Katsuki could tell Misaki would have definitely done something bad had he not suddenly collapsed.

He blinked at the thought however, as it only now set in that the man had dropped like a sack of bricks for no apparent reason.

When he finally took in his surroundings, he spotted Teruko positioned right behind where Misaki had been standing just a moment ago.

Katsuki felt lightheaded from all the yelling and screeching he'd done just now, but he could see that the teacher was telling the by-standing kids something, though Katsuki couldn't make out much of what was being said he could at least tell it was urgent.

As the crowd ran off; now snapped out of their fright induced daze, Teruko instantly turned his attention to the boys on the ground, not batting an eye at the body of the unconscious 'teacher' as he mercilessly kicked the man aside, stepping towards the boys.

His voice was filled with worry as he spoke. ''Are you two okay?'' He quickly scanned over the boys, his eyes taking in Katsuki's battered and burnt hands and Izuku's unconscious state.

He instantly grabbed for Izuku's hand to measure his pulse while also checking for breathing, Katsuki had seen people do it in movies before.

When he heard a heartbeat and proper breathing Teruko took a long tired but relieved sigh. In that moment he looked like he had aged 50 years.

''Or I guess that's a really stupid question, huh… the poor kid is out cold, and don't get me started on you.'' He said rhetorically, Katsuki couldn't help but smile a little despite the situation, knowing he and Izuku weren't under the threat of Misaki's violence anymore put his heart at rest somewhat. But he was curious.

''H-how-'' he winced a little at how hoarse his voice felt, he had been screaming his lungs out just now so he supposed it shouldn't come as a surprise. Teruko simply gave him an encouraging smile, so he decided to push through nonetheless.

''Ho- how did you knock h-im out?'' He finally managed to stammer out.

''Oh? You didn't know?'' He looked surprised. ''My quirk is called 'stun-gun'. My body naturally stores a set amount of voltage in my hands, which I can use to zap people.'' He showed him by creating a small spark in the palm of his hand.

Katsuki looked at him incredulously though, ''How c-could a spark like th-that knock him out cold like that?'' It really didn't add up to the child.

Teruko chuckled at the childlike innocence, ''You see, my body can store enough energy into my hands that I could knock out two grown men in a day or one very large man with a lot of fat and muscle.'' He showed him his hands and pointed two fingers for emphasis. ''One K.O. per hand as you may have guessed''

Katsuki looked at him as if he was stupid for a second. Isn't that pretty busted? If he can just recharge he'll be able to just knock out a ton of people! Why isn't he a hero?

As if reading his thoughts Teruko looked at him a little… wistfully? ''I know what you're thinking, why am I not a hero right? Well like I said I literally only have 2 charges a day, I can only replenish the charges by having a good nights sleep. Napping doesn't work, trust me I tried.'' He looked away for a second, almost as if sad. Until he locked eyes again, eyes filled with life. ''Besides, even if I could magically recharge it somehow, I would've still become a teacher.''

Katsuki was flabbergasted.

''Wh-what?''

The toddler honestly could not comprehend this. Someone would give up the chance to become a hero even if they had a strong quirk like that? Why?

To Katsuki becoming a hero was the most important and only thing he wanted the moment he knew they existed, he knew his friend thought the same.

So how could someone- even hypothetically- possibly want to decline being a hero in favor of any other job?

Teruko saw the awestruck and confused look on the child's face and smiled warmly, ''You know, I could go on a whole speech over why I would take this job over being a hero any day, but help is coming so I don't think I'll have the time, so I'll give you the short version''

He extended his arm and put his hands on both Katsuki and Izuku's head, ruffling their hair while he glared daggers at the prone man to their side. ''I mean, think about it. If I hadn't become a teacher, how would I be sure you two would've been safe after what this lunatic was going to do to you two, if I didn't have just the right quirk to knock him out without resistance.''

''It's stuff like this among other things that make me glad I became a teacher, I may not directly be saving lives like a hero does daily. But the least I can do is prepare the future generation as best I can, kids like you two are the future after all you know.'' He gave a toothy grin more reminiscent of a 12 year old than that of a man in his mid twenties, but Katsuki couldn't help but let out a rough sounding chuckle.

''Th-that was a little ch-cheesy, but s-surprisingly cool coming fro-from you. You're not a k-kid though so don't make that face, o-old man.'' It hurt his throat to talk so much, but teasing Teruko was more than worth it in Katsuki's eyes.

"H-hey! I'm only 25, I still have my whole life to look forward to.'' The grown man pouted dejectedly. ''You can be so mean for a kid…"

Katsuki simply responded with a sly grin.

Even if he was now teasing Teruko, what the teacher had said had resonated more with him than he let on, he'd die of embarrassment if he were to show it though. He'd talk with Izuku about it later…

Oh right, Izuku.

While Katsuki had been lost in his thoughts, Teruko had already started looking for any injuries the green haired toddler could have suffered. He'd landed face first on the ground, but luckily enough it didn't look like he landed on any of the shards.

As the teacher went to flip him over so he could carry him, he froze.

"Bakugou… why is Midoriya's face, or should I say his mouth, covered in blood?" He turned to the kid, his expression now serious. "No scratch that, what actually happened here? What caused that shattering noise? And what did that madman do to you two? The first thing I made sure to do was knock the bastard out since you were screaming, but I never caught what was happening."

Teruko knew he should've asked earlier, but he'd wanted to make sure to lift the kid's mood after such a possibly traumatic event. He seemed to be doing relatively okay so he had to ask now, the students he told to get help seemed to be taking their sweet time, so he'd just get the story in the mean-time.

So Katsuki reluctantly told him everything that had happened, the teacher stayed silent for the entirety of the explanation, only giving a worried gasp when he told him about why the vase fell and maliciously scowling at Misaki when he told him how aggressively he had reacted.

After recounting for what felt like an hour to the boy, he finally finished.

"And that's wh-when you knocked him out." Katsuki said while wincing a little, his throat would be very sore after this.

Teruko had taken the opportunity to grab the first aid kit and had started bandaging Katsuki's hands carefully as he told him what happened. He didn't miss that fatigue was more and more visible in the boy's body language as the adrenaline seemed to leave his system, Katsuki was becoming drowsy.

"You are telling me the vase fell on his head after you knocked yourself over and hurt your hands, and he still got up after he heard your screaming to bite at the bastard like a piranha? And not only that but he managed to actually tear off skin?" Teruko looked astonished, he couldn't tell which part was harder to believe.

But wait… the only blood on him is from the mongrel. He got hit on the head by something that heavy and didn't bleed a single drop of blood?

"Bakugou, has Midoriya bled at any point after the accident?" Katsuki actually looked up at that, he hadn't thought about it.

"I… I'm not sure, but I don't actually think so. I didn't get any blood on me and I had been holding his head for a while." Katsuki looked somewhat hopeful now "Is that a good thing?" Maybe he didn't get that hurt after all? He hoped innocently.

Contrary to what Katsuki had expected Teruko looked even more grim now. "It's… it's not good at all Bakugou, the damage has a high chance of being internal." Katsuki didn't know exactly what that meant, but it had to be bad. The dread he had felt before returned full force, holding his toddler heart in a vice grip, as he worried even more for his friend's health.

He didn't have much time to wallow in his sorrows as the classroom doors suddenly slid open.

"S-sensei! We got the help!"

They turned around and were instantly greeted by first aid workers rushing into the classroom.

Teruko hastily got up, making sure to hold Izuku as carefully as possible, Katsuki stood up shakily and followed his teacher as they were guided by one of the workers to the ambulance.

Before they left the classroom what seemed like a detective walked up to Teruko, they exchanged quick words before the detective promptly entered the class followed by a couple of officers.

He couldn't hear what was being said anymore and he didn't care, as he looked at his friend's unconscious face tiredly, he could only think one thing.

Help is here Izukun, please be okay.

(A/N)

And with that I welcome you to my first written fic, I've wanted to write one for a while now and finally found the motivation and courage(?) to start. This first chapter was mainly to figure out my writing style a little so I apologize if some of it is still a little finicky at times, but I felt I still did a passable job. If you have any feedback or tips please let me know by reviewing, I want to get better after all.

I have a lot of stories on my mind that I want to write but this will be my priority for a while, don't worry though, if you liked what you read there will be more coming as fast as I can make them. Which surprisingly wasn't that long for this chapter (5.7k words in a week while still procrastinating a high amount is a win for me)

One thing I have to say for this story is about the usage of Japanese prefixes and name order, I decided to incorporate them a little into this story. I'm not doing them because I want to be Japanese or to pander to the Japanese culture (as interesting as it is). I believe Japanese prefixes are a great way of showcasing the relationship between two characters in a simple way, so i thought i'd add them wherever i think it might fit (Don't forget MHA takes place in japan after all). I advise you to look them up, they are pretty interesting.

Other than the prefixes I won't really add any other stuff like 'senpai' or whatever, I already believe that word has been misused and misunderstood too much. (It means upperclassman or refers to someone older or more experienced than you at work or school, not bosses or teachers though)

I feel I've made this authors note a little too long, but that was all for now.

Thanks for reading! review if you'd like and see you in the next one.

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(19-04-2020) Reread the chapter, made it a little easier to read and fixed/changed some minor things (grammar, sentences and mostly unimportant details etc.)