Izuku's POV

Time passed slowly while they waited for Conklin to come. Panov called him due to Izuku's agitated state over the new program. The doctor no doubt hoped that answering his questions would calm the young man.

There was no way Izuku could get behind this program. They wanted to put more children through war. This time they were children with quirks. While they might not be suited for combat they still had their uses.

The quirkless being used for war was in a way understandable. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. Quirkless had little to no use in the world anymore. Suicide rates were extremely high especially for those in middle school. Unemployment was even higher.

Teaching them how to fight and kill was giving their lives meaning. If their minds broke in the process so be it. At least they were doing something to better the world.

Part of him knew that Panov would disagree with his sentiment. The doctor tried to get him to see the brighter side of things. It rarely worked in his favor. War caused him to see the darker side of the world long before he should have.

With the skills learned in the war all quirkless not just him were more prepared for life. They had options that weren't available to them before. Sound of mind or not for the first time in a long time the quirkless had hope. Izuku would go through thousands of battles if it meant that he would keep that hope alive.

Allowing those with quirks to take part in a similar program would take away their hope. It would make their sacrifices mean nothing.

A knock on the door drew both his and Panov's attention. Luka alerted with a low growl but wasnt lunging. So it was someone they knew but didn't like. That meant it had to Conklin.

The door swung open revealing a brown-haired man about 5'7 with hazel eyes. The man wore a dark suit with a loosed tie. He walked with a cane and a heavy limp. The tendons in his leg had been destroyed by war. Shrapnel tore through it almost to the point where he needed amputation. It had been luck that a quirked doctor was visiting that day. While he couldn't fix all the damage done he was able to save the leg. Alexander Conklin, Izuku, and Delta's handler.

The fact that Conklin was his handler did not stop Izuku from shoving the man up against the wall. Behind him he could hear Panov gain his feet and a warning growl from Luka. He knew that his partner would have his back no matter what. Izuku had his hands fisted into the collar of the man's suit.

Right up in the other's face he snarled like a rabid dog, "What in the ever-loving fuck were you thinking Conklin?! The soldier program at UA?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!"

"So, Mo told you then," sighed Conklin, "Hear me out before you decide to murder me, Delta."

Izuku growled and tightened his hold on the man's collar. Murdering this fool sounded really good right now.

From the corner of his eye he could see Panov trying to get around Luka. His partner being as loyal as he was did not allow it. That made Izuku release the fool of a handler. If something happened to him Luka would be put down. They would never allow such a dog to be out and about.

With another growl Izuku released the man's collar and stepped back. A sharp whistle brought Luka back to his side. Neither were feeling particularly trusting to the handler or doctor at that moment.

Izuku snapped, "Explain."

Conklin leaned on his cane as he began, "Since the rise of heroes there has been practically a stop on wars. Countries have lived mostly in peace with only a handful of squabbles here and there. We got complacent in peace times. Two years ago showed us just how unprepared we truly are for war. We got lucky and both sides sent their quirkless instead of their quirked. This could change next time. Or we might not have enough of the quirkless. That is why this program will be started."

His handler pulled a file from out of his jacket and held it out to Izuku. There was half a second of hesitation before the boy took it. Taking a deep breath he opened it and began to read.

The first several pages were the agreement with Nezu. It surprised the teenager that the principal had agreed to this insanity. There were a lot of concessions on the government's part to his surprise.

First and foremost was that students could not be drafted. Only once they had graduated could they go on missions. This was something Izuku could completely get behind. By the time students had graduated they would be full adults. Then the choices they made would be their own.

The next thing was that both a chosen soldier from the war and a handler will be on staff. Now he knew why Conklin wanted to talk to him about this. They wanted Izuku to be the soldier that helped with training. They would also have Doctor Panov on staff as a counselor.

The government would pay for the gear that they would use. Izuku as the soldier would design uniforms and some basic equipment. The students would design hero costumes to be used in heroic classes. They would use his designed uniforms for other training.

Nezu would allow them to train in firearms. They could not use live ammo outside of the firing range until they had their provisional and carrying licenses. If they trained hard he could get their carrying licenses during the summer months.

Students who went through the program would have to serve five years as soldiers. When they finished the five years of service they would-be heroes or if they choose to then they would get recommendations into other jobs.

Izuku would be given a lot of freedom in terms of training. There would be the basic classes that they were required to take. They had one heroics class. It would be a training class with A and B classes. They would switch back and forth between which class they would train with.

Taking a deep breath Izuku asked, "What are you expecting of me with this?"

Conklin blinked in surprise before he schooled his features. He replied, "It wasn't my idea to bring you into this in the first place. Abbot refused to take no for an answer. He wants you to train them. In return the final three years of service for your contract will be up. You will be free to do as you wish."

Two years of service and three years of teaching. He could do that without killing the brats. Right?

Panov asked carefully, "Are you okay with this? Your mind is still healing from what you've already done."

Izuku sighed, "I don't like the idea of making more children soldiers but Conklin is right. As we stand now our country will fall if we have to fight another country and villains. I want to add something to this however. I want to handpick the kids that are put into my class. And you have to pay for both my tuition and Katsuki Bakugo's should he get into UA."

"Agreed. I've arranged for you to start working with the support hero next week. You will still have to pass your written examinations when the time comes but that wont be a problem. Any other questions before I leave?"

Izuku mutely shook his head and the two adults said their goodbyes. His thoughts were already on what he would have to put the kids through. He was so lost in his thoughts he didnt hear Panov trying to talk to him.

Until the doctor barked, "Midoriya!"

Izuku blinked at the doctor in surprise. Panov was usually soft-spoken. That was the first time he ever heard the other yell.

Panov apologized once he realized he had the younger's attention, "I'm sorry but you were lost within your own mind. Alex had mentioned that a short yell could bring you out of it sometimes. Good to know it works. As I was trying to say let's call it a day."

Izuku frowned but nodded. The doctor took a risk and it paid off. He did react better to short yells but if it had been a long rant it could have ended badly.

His trip to the safe house was swift and found very little of value. There was a basic field box but nothing that would help him in UA. Though the laptop did interest him. It was connected to the intelligence network and hero net.

Izuku arrived back at the Bakugo house just a few moments before Katsuki. He hadn't meant to spend all day away from the house but there was no denying it was productive. He would be attending UA as a student and an instructor for a temporary hero course. If class C did well it would be permanent. If not the entire program would be scrapped.

It was why he wanted to handpick his class. There were many things that could go wrong when choosing a group. Depending on personalities, quirks, and physical ability it could be a disaster.

Izuku was in the living room with a notebook when the others came home. He was sketching out ideas for main training suits. One thing he would not budge on was that they needed to be lined with kevlar. The weight would take some getting used to but it would save lives.

Adding cuben fiber would add to its value as armor. Combining it with kevlar would allow for longer longevity. The only problem would be abrasive nature.

Katsuki questioned giving Luka a scratch behind the ears, "What are you working on, Izuku?"

"Designs for Class C," he answered without looking up, "I found out during my session today that UA is adding a new temporary hero course. It is in line with the government's soldier program. They want me there to help train the students. In return it will finish out my remaining three of a contract. They also have agreed to pay for both of our tuitions at UA."

The Bakugo family lived good lives but they were by no means rich. Having two children go to UA at the same time would stretch their finances.

Katsuki questioned his eyes narrowing in suspicion, "They won't interfere with the exams?"

"No," he laughed, "There's no way Nezu would allow that to happen. Though I do get my pick of General Studies students who volunteer."

He would have to design gear too. While he didnt know what their quirks would be he could make basic gear, to begin with. Then as the year progressed add more and modify current gear.

Over the course of the week he designed knives and a range of firearms. They might not be allowed to use live ammunition outside of the range but that wouldn't stop him teaching him about a number of guns. As soldiers they would need to be familiar with a number of them to survive. There weren't any rules against the class carrying around knives. If they needed to they could protect themselves from those who weren't chosen. Or those who were jealous about class c getting special privileges.

He debated with himself on whether or not to teach them archery. It had saved his hide numerous times in the field. In the end he decided against putting it in the first term. If the kids were successful during first terms he would teach them how to use a bow.

Other gear would be combat visors linked to a specific person. They would need 19 student visors and two master visors. One would be his and the other could be shared between Conklin and their homeroom teacher. They would act for communication, mapping, and to keep a count on their accuracy with weapons. It would be more efficient than having the individually.

When the week passed he felt he was ready to show the designs to the support hero. With any luck he could help Izuku find a way to improve the gear even further.