Maijima's POV

Higari was not happy about Nezu's arrangement with the intelligence agency. It was ridiculous to try and turn children into soldiers. At fifteen they weren't ready for the pressures that cake with the title. In war, it was kill or be killed. Heroes occasionally had to go through the same thing. It just wasnt publicized like their other exploits.

It wasn't just the new program that was getting under his skin. The fact that they were bringing a trained soldier into the school was worse. Someone who likely had PTSD and didn't know how to deal with children. The kind of soldiers who came back from warlike what they had just faced would be on edge and always looking over their shoulder. If they were going to use this kind of program they should have waited for a year or two. Not directly after the war had ended.

Higari's protests had fallen on deaf ears though. Nezu and the agencies had already come to an agreement. With that agreement came that the soldier would be designing weapons and gear for the class. In doing so he would be spending a lot of time in the design studio.

From what Higari understood the person would be arriving sometime today. He was to play nice with the soldier and help him with the gear. All he could do was hope that the person was reasonable. After all, he still had classes to teach.

It was an hour after classes began that a knock sounded on his door. A boy wearing a black t-shirt and black cargo pants entered. Grey-green eyes met his own dull blue. The boy couldn't have been older than fourteen. What was he doing here?

The boy questioned dully, "Power Loader? I am Izuku Midoriya the one who will be helping run the soldier program."

It was only then that Higari noticed the dog tags. This kid was part of the war? What the hell were the governments thinking sending children?

Sighing he pushed aside those thoughts and said, "I am Higari Maijima also known as the Pro Hero Power Loader. It's nice to meet you Midoriya. You can use any of my open desks or tables. We share materials and equipment as well as helpful tips. If you need anything let me know."

Midoriya stopped him before he could walk back to his desk, "Actually I was wondering if you could look over my blueprints. I have most of them finished but was wondering what you thought of them."

That piqued his interest. It wasnt often that students brought premade blueprints. Most didnt know how to make proper blueprints. So he was interested to see what the kid came up with.

They moved over to the open desk and he rolled out the blueprint for a visor. The visor was very similar to that of what Hawks used but more condensed. Reading over them he was surprised to find how extensive the boy went into his notes. It listed everything from the uses to the materials.

It wasnt until the second year that his students really got a handle on blueprints. So it was a welcome surprise to see the boy making good ones. Higari pulled a pen from his pocket and began to write suggestions on different materials for the boy to use.

An hour passed like this where they went through each of the blueprints. The hero in him winced at the weapons suggestions. They would be very similar to police standard equipment. Higari could only be thankful that they would not be allowed to use live ammunition. At least until the group was certified and had the provisional licenses. The only exception was this kid in front of him. He was completely certified to carry and instruct in several forms of weaponry.

Higari said straightening finally, "For one with no support gear experience you made good plans. Those are just suggestions, not a requirement for them to work. You can start on whichever project you feel most comfortable with. Do try not to destroy my lab. I get enough of that from my students."

There were several indignant shouts from his students. That made him cock a small smile that was hidden by his mask. They were good kids but they could not be left alone with the materials. Half the time he wondered if he would come back to a destroyed school. It wouldn't surprise him if one day a student managed to pull it off.

With the newest addition to his classroom off to do his own thing, Higari moved around the check on his students who were working on their own projects. Some were already building their devices. Looking over their shoulders he would give firm suggestions and move on.

This went on until it was time for the class. As the next class entered however Midoriya's station exploded. That had Higari moving swiftly over to check on the kid. By the time he made it to Midoriya's side, he was already back on his feet brushing himself off. A frown marred his face as he stared at what had been a visor.

Midoriya mumbled, "Not that set of wires. Maybe the other set. Or did I just mix up the colors? Oh well. I'll figure it out sooner or later."

Without a word to him, the boy returned to his project. His eyes were on the visor a frown marring his face.

Higari said, "You are using the wrong kind of wires. Those are the lower end. You will need the higher end wires. Here," he went to one of the cabinets and pulled out the specific wires, "These should keep it from exploding on you."

Midoriya looked at them for a moment before replying softly, "Thank you."

With that, he turned back to the visor and began to work on it again. Sighing Higari turned back to his class and began the lecture.

Izuku's POV

Five times since he started turning to make the combat visor it exploded. If the looks he was receiving were any indication the class and Power Loader was getting tired of him. The first time it exploded he had frozen in shock and fear. His mind immediately went to the war.

It wasn't until he heard Power Loader's heavy footsteps did he snap back into himself. He stood before the hero reached him. When the hero gave him advice he listened carefully. Though he did not move closer or further from the man. Either movement would have been suspicious and he could not afford for them to look at his mental state. That would be dangerous for him and he would likely end up being dropped from the program. As much as he didnt agree with it he didnt want to lose his chance.

As he was carefully connecting the next wire it sparked. His hands froze waiting for the inevitable moment it exploded again. So focused on the wiring he did not hear the approaching footsteps. He was startled by a hand on his shoulder. Instincts kicked in a second later as he grabbed the wrist and proceeded to throw the person.

They landed with a hard thump onto his desk. It was only then that he recognized the orange-haired man. He must have caught the man off guard to throw him like that.

Izuku questioned as he released the man's wrist, "I'm sorry, Power Loader. I didnt realize that it was you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," replied the man as he sat upon the desk rubbing the back of his head.

He stepped back to allow the hero to get off the table. For a moment there was some slight hesitation. Power Loader watched him warily as if he thought Izuku would attack him again.

Guilt ate him as he lowered his head. He did not mean to attack the hero he was just startled by the hand on his shoulder. Even now his heart raced and he was having difficulty calming it back down.

That's when the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. If this was what he could do to a pro hero when caught off guard. What could he do to a civilian? Almost instantly his mind went to the Bakugo family. They took him in out of the kindness of their hearts. If startled he could kill them quirks or no quirks.

That terrified him more than anything else in the world. Even returning to that damned jungle wasn't nearly as terrifying. Now he wished he had brought Luka to UA with him. It couldn't happen because his partner was in training classes until later that afternoon. All it would do was slow their progress on their goals. Still, he wished his partner could be here.

Power Loader's firm but not unkind voice broke through his thoughts, "Where did you go there, kid? Your face took on a dark look."

Izuku shook his head as he replied, "Just bad memories. Where can I put this while I go get some air?"

Power Loader showed him a cabinet that he was allowed to key to a specific code only for him. Once the visor and blueprints were safely stored he left the classroom heading for the room. A few students gave him wary looks but allowed him to pass. The roof wasn't that much different from middle school rooftops.

Being out in the open air again relieved a tightness in his chest that he didnt know was there. Breathing became much easier as he leaned against the railing. Below him in the courtyard were students likely from the heroics class. It seemed they were training their quirks.

Watching them from his position made the memories of the jungle fade slightly. Quirks were something of a fascination to him as he could never have one of his own. So he would study them as much as he could in hopes of improving the hero's abilities. No one really took him seriously. They all saw him as a fanboy. At least they did before the war.

:Now,: he scoffed internally. They saw him as someone to be fixed. No one saw him as anything more than a broken puppet.

Loud footsteps sounded behind him and Izuku turned to see Hound Dog come through the door. If he had to guess Power Loader must have sent the other hero after him. Had he been anyone else the hulking figure would have intimidated him. He wasn't that scared kid anymore though. Instead, he was a war-worn soldier.

Hound Dog moved closer to him his movements obvious so not to startle Izuku. He questioned carefully, "What are you doing up here, Midoriya?"

Izuku stretched as he said, "I needed to get out of the building so I could breathe. Heights have always been a calming factor for me. I assume that Power Loader sent you after me?"

Hound Dog answered his onyx eyes watching Izuku carefully, "He was pretty worried about you after you threw him on the desk. Given your past, I can understand why. Former Medusan member Delta of Century Team 12."

Izuku froze. All names associated with Medusa were supposed to be level 4-0 clearance. It was beyond top secret that only those who worked on the project would know about it. How did this hero know not only his designation but the team assignment?

Hound Dog smiled as he said gently, "No one else here knows of your team designation nor what Medusa was. To be honest, Nezu would not agree to have a Medusan here if he knew the truth."

"You are okay with me being here?" He questioned suspiciously of the other.

Hound Dog replied his eyes never leaving Izuku, "I read your file. Doctor Panov wasnt the only one asked to consult on Medusans. Due to so many being under the age of 18 specialized counselors like myself were asked to consult. I remember your case sticking out amongst the others. Do you want to talk with me downstairs?"

Izuku snorted as he said, "I have enough doctors poking around my head, Hound Dog. Thanks but no thanks."

With that, he pushed away from the railing and moved towards the door. The blond man said firmly, "I won't force you to talk to me. Nor will I tell Nezu about what I know. It's not my place to. If you do feel up to talking to me I swear it will be completely confidential. My security clearance is high enough for whatever you wish to say."

Izuku didn't reply just started down the stairs.