After his shower, Izuku got dressed into the set of clothes his mother had brought for him. Stepping out into the hall, he didn't really know where to go. Ironically, that gave him a hint as to what he should do next, which was learn the layout of the building.

Izuku began to wander the halls until he came across a set of large metal doors. Thinking it was interesting, he approached the doors and heard the sound of welding metal from behind it. Slowly, he opened the doors and peaked into the room to see Power Loader working on some equipment. "Hello, Power Loader," Izuku greeted.

Said heroine was startled a bit at the disturbance, but when she realized it was the young man that is now living on the campus with them, she turned to face the child with a smile. "Hello, young Midoriya," Hikari waved as she put down her welder. "What brings you to my office?" she chuckled at her joke as she had an office somewhere within the facility, but more often than not could be found in the workshop.

"Just learning more about the school," Izuku answered. "If I'm going to be here, I'd hate to get lost."

"Well I can help with that," Hikari gestured to the room. "This is the Support class workshop. After some lecture time, I bring the students here to work on their projects, many of them school-assigned as I don't really bother to get into free form design until I make sure everyone understands the safety regulations and are capable of using the tools in the shop."

"That's smart," Izuku said as he walked over and sat on a stool. "So what are you working on right now?"

"Plumbing," Hikari happily said. "I know, doesn't sound all that interesting, but this building has so many pipes and tubes it's a regular fight to keep everything running smooth."

"That would make sense, especially if someone's quirk accidentally goes off and causes damage to the building," Izuku reasoned.

"Exactly," Hikari grinned at how quickly he was following along, it wasn't a difficult concept to understand but many dismissed its importance. "Hey, how about you and I work on some of this together and get to know each other?" she offered.

"Really? You want me to help?" he asked with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

"Well I could do it on my own but one, that's boring; two, an extra set of hands helps and three, a nice conversation could do us both some good. The other heroes always say I spend too much time here and not enough on patrols or in classes."

"I'll try, Power Loader," Izuku nodded firmly. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

For the next few hours, Izuku worked alongside Power Loader to help weld some metal pipes that she said were going into the framework of the new on-campus housing they were going to be building over the next few days. This filled Izuku with pride that he was doing something that would help others, so much that he casually talked about whatever with Hikari. They finally broke when Power Loader's alarm rang, alerting her that dinner would be soon, something she set up to make sure she didn't miss too many meals as she had done in the past.

After dinner and Izuku being all but dragged back to the nurse's office by Recovery Girl to ensure he was fully rested, the other teachers discussed their day.

"Yeah, Izuku came by the workshop today and helped me with some piping," Hikari smugly stated, causing the other teachers to boo at the double entendre.

"Ugh, lucky," Midnight whined as she had been stuck filling out paperwork and lesson plans for her art history classes she taught.

"It was great; he's a good listener, follows directions and asks questions when he doesn't know. He's going to be such a great student," Hikari stuck out her tongue at the other lady. "Get his hands working on something and he doesn't even think about what he's saying. He'll answer any question you ask him, and that's what I have a problem with," she cradled her cup of tea.

"What did he tell you," Toshimi inquired, genuinely concerned about Izuku.

"I asked about his friends, places he liked to go with them, normal things, you know." Hikari sighed as she recalled his depressing answers. "Kid doesn't have any."

"Yes, I would suspect so if what Ryoko and Nemuri said is accurate," Nozomi nodded with a frown.

"More than that, I worry how he will interact in classes. He's now going to be in a highly competitive environment around very ambitious young women. What steps are we taking to protect him in case of, well, anything?" Hikari wondered as she knew how many of her students could be particularly cutthroat even if it was only in the support department, not even touching on her memories in hero courses.

"How the other students react to him will be something we can't foresee, unfortunately," Gran Torino commented as she finished her meal. "What is more important and what we may have some control over is what information of his existence is made public. I shouldn't have to say that how he was made will likely cause a panic and cause some of the more controlling government types to take action."

"Right now, I don't know," Nozomi said as she finished her cup of coffee. "I'm trying to find any law that would prevent the government from seizing him once they learn of him and to protect him from any unnecessary testing due to him having quirks. But so far, he's in a strange position."

"We could hide him from the press, the on-campus housing will likely be ready in a week or so," Aizawa commented. "That will keep prying eyes off him."

"Until at least the Sports Festival," Madame Nighteye commented. "He'll be televised to the entire country and then the world will know about him soon after."

"Did you need to use your quirk to tell you that," Toshimi chuckled.

"No, just the most likely outcome," Nighteye retorted harshly, she had spent years trying to get the blonde buffoon to listen to her and now Nighteye felt she was being called in once again to clean up All Might's messes.

"And before that, there's no way we could stop any of the other students in his class from telling their families, friends or the press, and that's even if they don't tell anyone about him having quirks," Power Loader added. "Then the media will want to know about the first male student to enter the Hero Course."

"This is going to be a rough year, isn't it?" Ryoko laid her head down and whimpered.

"Yeah," was the united response of the faculty.


The next day, Izuku was brought to the school's swimming pool. "Okay, now we saw at least two quirks that seemed to have some aquatic abilities." Madame Nighteye said to Izuku as she was taking the lead on this venture. Izuku was rubbing his arms as he stood in a pair of swimming trunks, he felt weird standing there exposed with so many people looking at him. "So when you are in the water you will use either quirk, so jump in." The heroine nodded her head towards the water as she raised her notepad.

"Do you feel the quirks yet?" She grumbled as she watched Izuku swim around for a bit. Suddenly Izuku burst out of the water. His normal body was replaced with a massive hulking frame.

"Hhhhllllpppp mmmmeeee," Izuku whined as he stomped forward.

"Shut him down, Aizawa," Nozomi raised her paw.

Izuku slowly shrunk back down to his normal form and fell to his knees gasping for air after Aizawa used her quirk to disable his current one.

"Again." Madame Nighteye ordered as she pointed back into the water.

"You cannot be serious!" Thirteen exclaimed. "He just had a horrible reaction, putting him back into-" Her rant was cut off as Izuku jumped back into the water.

The next few hours were filled with the sounds of splashes, monstrous roars and Madame Nighteye's voice calling out "Again" to Izuku as he failed over and over to control the Whale quirk.

The U.A. Staff had been uncomfortable with the harsh treatment Izuku was being subjected to but they didn't know when it was appropriate to step in. However, Nozomi's patience had worn out. "Stop it, stop it now!" Nozomi snarled as Izuku slowly walked back over to the pool's edge. "Izuku, no more. It is clear that we have a problem."

"I'm sorry Principal Nozomi, I promise, I'll get it this time," Izuku said weakly, exhausted from multiple shifts in form, struggling to even keep his eyes open.

"NO!" the principal shouted quickly. "You are not the problem." She then turned to Madame Nighteye. "Do you want to help him or not?" she demanded to know.

"I am. This is how I turned Togata from one of the worst performing students in your school into the expected Number One when Toshimi retires." Nighteye defended her teaching methods. "Eventually he will learn proper control of his powers, this coddling will take years."

"He HAS years," Midnight pulled at her hair. "UA is a three year high school, he's not expected to master a quirk in that time, let alone who knows how many he has!" Yelling her frustrations at the other woman.

The sound of a splash alerted them to another problem, Izuku had been so tired that he fell into the pool and sunk to the bottom. "You're done here," Nozomi firmly said as the teachers reacted swiftly to get Izuku out of the water. "We will not be needing you to assist in his training any longer."

"Fine," Madame Nighteye said as she left the pool area and the teachers who had laid Izuku onto the deck. "When you realize he is not where he should be, I'll be waiting for your call."

"What the hell did you see in her to make her your sidekick?" Snipe asked All Might.

"She wasn't like this a few years ago," All Might sighed as memories of a happier time before All for One reared her head again. Before the massive destruction and carnage, before she had to reject Madame Nighteye's advances.

"He'll be fine," Recovery Girl said. "But he is going to hurt himself if he keeps pushing himself like this."

"And it's only going to get worse when the new year starts, yaaaaay," Present Mic weakly cheered sarcastically.

"We need to space out his training. Whenever we give him training, he pushes himself to this extreme, so there would do nothing for him to do so every day." Aizawa commented on how she saw Izuku's training to go if they kept up the current pace.

Izuku found that over the next few weeks he spent very little time training his quirk, to his irritation. "Shouldn't I be working harder?" He asked Present Mic as he helped her set up for one of her weekly radio shows.

"Nah little listener, you need time to unwind and honestly, you have done more in these couple of weeks than what you'd do in a few months." Answering the question the kid had for her. "The heroics course is intense, but not as intense as what you've been doing already."

"Because I'm so far behind." Izuku's tone melancholy as he placed a case of beers next to the chair the DJ would be sitting in.

"Legally," Present Mic airquoted her fingers. "You shouldn't be behind anyone, since they weren't supposed to be using their quirks to begin with. So you are at the same starting point as the rest of them, no, further ahead even." She corrected herself.

"How do you figure that?" Izuku asked.

"Because you know you have areas to improve on. There's always one or two, or a dozen students in the hero course who think they'll have nothing to learn, that they have an amazing quirk and this is just a formality. That U.A. exists as a stepping stone on their path to greatness. Those ones typically learn otherwise pretty soon." Present Mic answered, her tone comical and loud as she talked. "Heck, even Toshimi, the number one hero right now, didn't think that. I mean, sure, she's a special case, but so are you."

"Thanks and that did make me feel better, that I'm not going to be falling behind," Izuku scratched the back of his head as he absorbed the wisdom of the older woman.

"Just keep that up and you'll-" Present Mic paused as Izuku gave her a hug before running out of the room, so he could get along with the rest of his duties. With an awkward smile, Present Mic flipped the switch to start her show for the evening. Anyone who had been a long time listener could tell there was extra energy in her that night.


"Today is the day," Aizawa's mouth doing something weird as she tried to contain her emotions, which were a mixture of dread, tiredness, anxiety and worry. She wanted more time, to avoid the inevitable storm that was headed towards them all. However that would be time that she did not have, as the first day of the new year at U.A. would begin in a few minutes.

"1-A, Aizawa's class," Izuku nodded as he, being on the campus already was the first one into the room, taking a seat in the back and keeping his head down, he hoped that his presence wouldn't cause too much trouble.

If God laughed at people's hopes and dreams, he was on the floor dying at what lay in store for Izuku Midoriya.

The various girls began filing into the classroom, for a while there were little groups forming of people chatting until some other girls noticed that one person was keeping their head down. "Hey you," Mina came over, to greet the other classmate. "Mina Ashido, what's up?" introducing herself to the shy classmate.

Raising his head to give a small smile. "Hey," Izuku weakly smiled back at the pink girl. "I'm Izuku Midoriya."

"Dude, that's a dude!" Kirishima shouted in surprise when she saw the boy's face, this outburst garnered the attention of the rest of the class who hurried over and wanted to ask questions about him.

"Hey, everyone get in your seats," Aizawa said forcefully, having decided to not stall getting to the class as she normally did, knowing things could get hectic without proper supervision. "Yes, there is a male student in the hero course, no you are not to make a big deal about it."

"You're here," Katsumi shouted in frustration when she entered the room, and saw that there were a number of people in the room surrounding Deku.

"I said sit," Aizawa said firmly as she knew who this student was and there was an unsaid agreement between the U.A. staff that Katsumi Bakugo was on a very short leash with the teachers.

After waiting a few more minutes for the rest of the class to arrive, Aizawa pulled out a tracksuit from her sleeping bag. "Now, you will all go to the locker rooms and change into the uniform, and ladies, use the red door, you do not want to find out what will happen to you if you use the blue door." She warned as her colleagues were still in trouble for walking in on Izuku showering.

The group of twenty students walked down the hall together, many of the girls whispering about why there was a guy in the class with them. "What do you think he's here for?" Hagakure quietly asked Kaminari.

"I don't know, maybe it's a mix up in the paperwork?" The blonde girl with a black streak in her hair shrugged as when she was in school there had been only one boy in her year.

"I bet he's a communal stud," Mineta drooled as she had her gaze firmly locked onto Izuku's rear, immediately choosing the most lewd reason for Izuku's presence. "This is the best and toughest school in the world, of course they give us something to use as stress relief."

Momo rolled her eyes at the little gremlin's crude comment. "I highly doubt that is his purpose, the cost of hiring multiple males just to service the student body," Momo trailed off her dismissal as she understood the cost of a contract, her mother having a few lined up for her to choose from, but the topic of a boy servicing her, made her blush from head to toe. She didn't want to discuss that anymore with the crass girl and kept her mouth shut as she listened to all the disgusting things Mineta promised to do to the male classmate.

"He looks familiar," Uraraka commented as the girls went into the red door while the only boy entered the blue door. She had been trying to place his face the entire time they had been walking. She was sure she had seen him around somewhere, but not when.

"He does, I think I recall him from the entrance exam," Iida tried to recall, but that day had been hectic and she was more focused on her own attempt at passing to notice one face out of a hundred.


Izuku, being alone, was able to change clothes quickly. It also helped that he knew where all of his stuff was, so he made it out onto the field before any of the other girls had been able to. "Hello sensei," Izuku bowed respectfully.

"Hey kid," Aizawa smirked as while she was going to try to be the stern teacher, Izuku had seen her in her natural habitat enough that it wouldn't work with him. "Want to help me out today?" she asked, hoping he would play along.

"Anything," Izuku gasped out in excitement. "I'll help you with absolutely anything I can, sensei," Izuku's voice filled with joy as he stared at her expectantly.

'If I didn't know him, I'd say he was doing it on purpose,' Aizawa looked at the young man who was so innocently cute. "Great, now I'm going to be very tough, so just react like you don't know me."

"I can do that. You want to make sure they take this seriously?" Izuku inquired as he tried to reason why he would be doing this.

"Yup, I know you'll give 100%, probably more, but they might try to skate by," Aizawa recalled all the past classes of students she had. "Seems the first girls are making their way over." The teacher was noticing that the female students were beginning to filter out of the main building. It also seemed that this lesson was going to be supervised by any faculty member not currently preoccupied with their own classes, as Nezu and the other senior staff were looking out of one of the window and she'd have to quit her job if she didn't see the emaciated Toshimi hiding being a corner, in a bright yellow suit. "So many Mama-bears." The teacher smirked as she turned to address her class.

While they waited for all of the girls to make it out onto the field the teenagers were whispering as they could see the lone male student standing confidently. "You know, he is kind of cute," Sero commented to the rock-like girl who nodded with a blush.

Once the last girl was there, Aizawa's gaze swept over her students. "Now, today we'll determine how good you really are." Looking at the baseball in her hands, she tossed it to the angry blonde girl who needed to stop glaring at Midoriya. "Bakugo, you placed first in the entrance exam. Show us you can do more than blow up a bunch of robots." Upon hearing the teacher call out her name, the younger girl stomped forward. "You will throw this ball as far as you can and you can use your quirk in anyway you like, so long as you don't leave the circle."

"Now you're talking!" The blonde girl cackled as she detonated the ball with a loud shout of "DIE!", rocketing the object into the sky.

"Good distance. Now from this, you all can see what is expected of you." Aizawa looked down the line of her students. She waited for the inevitable comment about how fun this would be. "Since some of you think this is a game, then I'll treat this like a game with winners and losers. Winners get the privilege of staying a student in the school and the loser will go home."

Over the cacophony of how unfair this was from the students, she heard another comment. "Ma'am, shouldn't he just go home then? I mean, he's a guy. It's not like he can actually keep up with any of us."

"Oh, you just worry about yourselves." Aizawa sadistically grinned as she was going to enjoy today's lesson.

Aizawa led her class over to where they were to begin their first test, the fifty-meter dash. She hummed as she looked over the line of nervous students. "Midoriya, how about you and Iida go first. Since you're both the fastest in the class, show them how to do this properly."

"I object," Iida firmly said. "This is clearly cruel, making him run against me, you're doing nothing but mock him by showing such a huge gap in our capabilities." Her tone angry as she looked at the young man who readied himself at the starting line.

"Oh, I know what I'm doing, and this is about showing the gap between you all and him," Nudging her thumb at Izuku. "Now you can either get in line or I'll mark it down as a forfeit."

Iida grumbled as she hurried to get in line, normally she wouldn't be so disrespectful to a teacher but she thought that this was needlessly cruel to have her race against the male student.

"On your marks," Aizawa said as she activated the high speed cameras. "Get set," she raised her arm up high. "GO!"

Iida sprinted over the finish line, even not wanting to do this, she would not jeopardize her tenure at the prestigious school by going easy on someone else.

"Iida Tenaya, time 3.04 seconds, good job," Aizawa said as the young girl bowed respectfully. "Midoriya Izuku, time 2.75 seconds, nice work but your finish needs some improvement."

"Yes, sensei," Izuku bowed, shocking his classmates who hadn't even seen him leave the starting line. They had been too focused on the other girl, since they thought she was the actual competition, to notice what he had done.

Izuku quietly waited at the end of the line of students who just stared at him. "Hey, focus! You can ogle him later!" Aizawa shouted suddenly, startling her female students. "Scratch that, do not ogle him. All of you will treat each other with the same respect you would expect from everyone else."

Mineta's hand slowly raised up. "What if I want people to treat me that way, then is it okay?" the purple gremlin asked as she wanted others to see her in that way.

"Get in line," Aizawa's eye twitched as she refrained from throwing her clipboard at the student. "Freaking pervert," she grumbled as she could already tell this one was going to be a problem in the future.

To Aizawa's amazement, they had been able to succeed at running in straight lines without screwing it up so already the average intelligence was higher than she had anticipated. She felt it safe to take them onto the next event, holding an object in their hands and squeezing. If she was lucky, no one would manage to injure themselves doing this.


"Top score goes to Izuku Midoriya at 793 Kilos," Aizawa called out as she noticed that Izuku had been using the fibers in his jacket to wrap around the grip and squeeze, allowing him to far exceed what normal flesh and bone would be capable of. She was proud of how far along he had come to where he was using two quirks in conjunction with each other. Sure it was for a simple task and only in a small part of his body, but that was progress.

It also showed how much power was in his body if mixing these quirks together created this level of strength. It made one wonder just how strong he would be if he used all of his quirks at the same time with complete control. Aizawa slightly shivered at the thought of that much power. but She would tell herself later it was because it was frightening, and not at all arousing.

"How is he scoring so high?" Momo wondered out loud as she had been trying to piece together why this male student was surpassing nearly every student in every test.

"He's cheating,, that's how!" Bakugo snarled as she glared at Izuku who was finishing up his sit ups.

Finally, the group came back around to the ball throw. "Alright Midoriya, give us a good one," Aizawa said as she prepared to tally his score. Izuku nodded and pulled back his arm as his body bulked up in size.

"What the fuck?!" Tokoyami squawked in surprise as the student turned in a large aquatic animal.

"Does he have a quirk?!" Kirishima shouted excitedly as she saw Midoriya fling the ball far down the field.

Shrinking back down, Izuku nervously rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry sensei, I would have done better but I couldn't get any of the other quirks to mix with Killer Whale."

"That's fine, Midoriya. You've been using your quirks throughout the day, so it's understandable you're a bit tired." Aizawa nodded back to him before the sounds of explosions drew her attention. "Oh no you fucking don't," Aizawa said as she disabled the troublesome blonde girl's quirk and then wrapped her up in her capture scarves.

"Let me go! That fucker is going to get what's coming to him, even if it's the last thing I do!" Bakugo snarled as she struggled against the restraints.

"And it will be the last thing you do in this school if you do," Nozomi said as she and the other senior staff quickly came up to Aizawa's class. "Attacking another student outside of specific times is strictly forbidden," Nozomi growled. "It didn't need to be explained because that's assault. You were already first on the chopping block for your past behavior, so now you can pack your belongings," Nozomi folded her little arms across her chest as she expelled the ill-tempered girl.

"What, no, you can't do that! It's not fair! This fucker's been lying for years!" Katsumi pleaded as the weight of the words hit her, her dream of being a hero ended on the first day.

"I do not care as to what Mr. Midoriya has or has not disclosed to you. We are well aware of your history with not just him, but the other students at your previous school and it would be a severe detriment to everyone else's education to attempt to divest you of your superiority complex. That would be unacceptable to put their growth on hold to bring you up to an appropriate level." Nozomi continued.

Tears started to form in Katsumi's eyes as she was told off by the principal of the best hero school in the world. If she didn't make it here, who would want her?

"Wait!" Izuku called out suddenly.

"Oh goddammit," the teachers collectively thought as they had hoped there would be no detractors from their decision. All the teachers were on board with dropping the problematic student if she acted up, but they didn't think that Izuku would have anything to say on it.

"Surely there's something that can be done so she doesn't have to be expelled," Izuku pleaded. "I know we've had a bad history, but that shouldn't be held against her."

"Are you actually trying to save her career?" Thirteen blinked in confusion, the white orbs that represented her eyes flickering through the helmet. "After all that's she's done to you, you want to help her?"

"Well..." Rubbing his arm nervously. "I mean, she's not the nicest person, but she wants to help people by being a hero. She should have a second chance, since it's kind of my fault that she reacted this way." Believing her outburst was related to the discovery that he had a quirk, Izuku wasn't willing to hold that against anyone since it was a pretty shocking development after all.

"There he goes again; blaming himself for other people's mistakes," Hound Dog grumbled.

Nozomi tapped her foot on the ground rapidly as she tried to think of a way to expel Bakugo without upsetting Midoriya. Normally, she wouldn't have cared if someone tried to reason with her over a student's continued stay in her school but Izuku was a special case. Partly because he was the victim in the situation and his opinion did matter, and the other reason being that she had a massive soft spot for Izuku and him looking at her in the way a child does their mother was completely unfair. "FINE..." Nozomi tossed up her paws to the groan of the teachers who had hoped she wouldn't buckle to Izuku's request, but they themselves would have to admit he's a very convincing young man, being so damn polite and cute.

"BUT..." She shouted loudly. "Only on one condition." Nozomi warned. "She must inform the entire class the reason why this situation is happening."

"What? That's-" Katsumi started to object, not wanting to tell everyone how she treated Deku.

"If she is not capable of being honest with her own past transgressions, then the other students will only wonder how objective the staff are being with regards to her and it would be better for all involved for her to not be here," Nozomi added the contingency to her not being expelled. "So, Ms. Bakugo, will you or will you not tell them what you did to Midoriya growing up AND the attitude you had in your previous schools?"

"I, I," Katsumi looked between her teachers, the principal, her classmates and Midoriya. "I-" she stammered before gritting her teeth in frustration.