(A/N) Hello! Last update before November, so I hope it pleases you.
Hitoshi waited nervously in the classroom for everyone to leave. Was he being removed from the hero class? Had he done something wrong?
"Is everything alright at home?" Aizawa asked.
Hitoshi bluescreened. What? Why was he being asked?
"You were limping and have far less strength than I would expect of a boy your age," Aizawa explained, a far softer expression on his face then Hitoshi had ever seen on the man. "Your classmates have expressed concern about you, and I figured I'd ask you."
Hitoshi had no clue what was happening. Classmates of his, had expressed concern? Which ones? Was this a ploy to make him relax? To spill information that would only make his situation worse?
"I understand you were in homeschool previous to this," Aizawa continued, shuffling some papers around. "But understand that I am your teacher, and I do care about the welfare of my students."
Aizawa stared right at him, tapping the papers on the table. "Especially when it concerns their health, a matter that could endanger them during the difficult training a hero in training receives."
Hitoshi swallowed, even that feeling difficult with the full brunt of his teacher's gaze.
Aizawa sighed, setting the papers down. "If you aren't getting enough food at home, ask Lunch Rush to prepare extra for you. He's already upping the portions for your class, with the increased exercise you need more calories."
Hitoshi swallowed again, nodding.
"You can go," Aizawa said tiredly, waving a hand in Hitoshi's direction.
Hitoshi fled, closing the door quietly behind him and hurrying down the hall. He couldn't afford to miss his train. The wound from last night when he got shoved into a table throbbed painfully.
Apparently, Recovery Girl had called her parents, since her mother was already dangling a large purse from a finger when Momo got home.
"Recovery Girl called. It does not reflect well on us if you faint due to lack of food." Ah, it was about what might be considered. Of course.
"Of course mother," Momo replied respectfully, bowing shallowly and taking the bag.
"A variety of snacks are being delivered as we speak, you are to ensure this does not happen again. If needed we will pack your lunches and ensure they are large enough."
Momo nodded. "I have already spoken to Lunch Rush about a larger lunch, he assured me he would speak to Recovery Girl about my diet requirements."
"Good." With that, her mother turned on her heel and walked away.
Momo sighed ever so slightly as her mother left earshot, walking into the largest of their kitchens. It was already busy with cooks, and from what Momo could see, they were preparing snacks, likely for at home, while the delivered ones would be packaged for at school.
She was quickly noticed, and handed two plates of snacks. She gave out liberal thanks to the cooks, for which more snacks were added, and it was generally just an endless cycle that ended with her being pushed into the living room to complete her homework.
Momo almost turned off her phone automatically, then remembered she'd agreed to tutor Hagakure over the phone in a few minutes. She set the phone aside instead, starting in on her science homework.
It seemed her mother was in a french mood, as all the provided snacks were of the french variety. Her mother's mood changed often, sometimes Japanese, sometimes American or the occasional French, German, or Swedish made it in there.
The phone rang a few minutes later, and Momo set it on speakerphone. "Hey, Hagakure! How are you?"
"Fine, ready for a study session?" Hagakure's voice sounded weird over the phone.
"Yeah, English, right?" Momo was almost fluent, so she had no issues helping her friend. English was an annoying language after all.
"Yes, Yaoyorozu, you are my savior." Hagakure declared. Momo could almost picture the girl flopping across something dramatically.
"I'm always happy to help my friends!" Momo said, smiling brightly even though she knew Hagakure couldn't see it.
"That was really helpful, thanks Yaoyorozu," Hagakure said gratefully.
"You can call me Momo," Momo said in a split second decision.
"Then you can call me Toru," she replied. "See you tomorrow!"
"Yep. See you tomorrow." Momo agreed. She hung up, setting her phone aside. With her homework finished, the snacks demolished, and plans for tomorrow finalized, everything for the day was done. She pulled out the books on dangerous materials, wanting to read them once more, just to make sure she knew the compounds.
Dinner, as always, was a quiet affair, her father working on some calculations for the company, Momo reading a book about different kinds of foam, and her mother talking on the phone about something. Momo wasn't sure what, nor did she care.
Her mother kept glancing at her though, and Momo moved the book to cover her face.
Momo and Toru arrived early that day, chatting amicably.
"I'm telling you, she was up all night!" Toru complained. "I don't even know why she didn't start earlier in the day or something!"
"Maybe she was busy?" Momo suggested, giggling behind her hand.
"I don't think so, but I have no idea. I think she's making a quilt though? I have no clue why, but she is. I think she somehow managed to divine with her magic mom telepathy that there's something off with Shinso or something, because the entire quilt is shades of purple, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be weighted."
Momo giggled again. "You must have the kindest mom ever."
"Maybe, can be a bit ridiculous sometimes," Toru sighed exaggeratedly. "Hey Ojiro! Mom made muffins."
Ojiro waved, walking over. "Are they good muffins?"
"Yep!" Toru said cheerily. "Oh look! Shinso's here!" Toru immediately bounced over to Shinso, pulling a large bag of homemade muffins. "Mom finally made me bring these to school! Want one?"
Shinso seemed very startled, but nodded timidly, taking one.
"I have like five dozen in my bag," Toru said, giggling. "Dad packed my bag and his quirk lets him have everything fit in anywhere he tries. Means he could fit an elephant into my backpack if he tried!" Toru laughed, setting the bag on her desk. "These are blueberry, but I have other ones too. I just don't want to pull them out and then not be able to fit them back in."
Momo grabbed a muffin from the bag. She would take food if she could get it. She bit into it and groaned happily. Very yummy.
Toru beamed. "The muffins are free reign if anyone else wants some! Just leave some for Aizawa-sensei!"
The class seemed to like that, and descended on the muffins with a vengeance. Toru seemed delighted, pulling out two other bags when the blueberries disappeared.
Aizawa seemed less enthusiastic about it, sighing loudly to get their attention.
Momo giggled quietly as the class froze in place as one, then scrambled for their seats. Toru sheepishly tucked the remaining muffins into her backpack, pulling out a different bag and offering it to Aizawa when he stared directly at her.
"Caffeine muffins?" She squeaked, holding the dark brown muffins out. Aizawa stared at her for a while longer, then took the muffins. They disappeared into the sleeping bag he folded under the desk.
"Today, we're talking about common sense," Aizawa droned, staring in particular at Midoriya and Bakugo, Momo remembered the exercise with All Might, and wasn't surprised this lecture happened.
"This is the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short," Aizawa said, gesturing to behind him. "The various parts are made to imitate different disasters. You will be working in all of these today."
Momo frowned at the odd purple blob that was rapidly expanding in the middle of the main square. What was that?
Aizawa quickly noticed the blob, warning them backwards. "Careful."
The blob expanded rapidly, and villains started pouring out. One with hands all over him exited as the sort of demented center piece, looking around menacingly.
The effect was ruined when he started whining about All Might not being there. "Why isn't he here!" He complained. "Oh well, we'll just have to make sure he shows up. NPC's! Kill the kids!"
"Iida!" Momo shouted. "Run for UA! Get the teachers and come back!"
Iida hesitated, but nodded, running for the closing gate. He slid through just as it closed, and the purple blob, who was apparently a person, appeared in front of them.
The mist encircled them, and Momo grabbed onto the two nearest people, who were Kaminari and Jirou, then fell.
(A/N) The appearance of the promised muffins. And USJ.
Alright, so, really sorry about the cliffhanger, but uh, this is the last SHS update before November, during which I will not be posting anything. So I'm leaving you on the cliffhanger for like a month and a half. Sorry.