(The Next Day: UA)

Many believed that UA only taught classes that would teach them how to become a better hero. Those students would become disappointed, however, once they learned the truth; UA really wasn't that different compared to middle school. UA didn't just have Heroing classes and whatnot; it also taught the basics. Present Mic taught English, Ectoplasm taught Math, Midnight taught Art History, Snipe taught Science, and Cementoss taught Modern Literature.

But now it was fifth period, which meant it was finally time for the class everyone had been looking forward to: Heroics. And, as they waited for their teacher to show up, some were tossing out theories on who they thought it would be.

"So who do you think'll be the teacher?" Kaminari asked.

"I overheard a couple of kids say it was Endeavor, of all people. Wouldn't it be sweet if the second-ranked pro taught us?" Sero said, telling the other about the rumors he's heard.

"I can assure you my father is not the one teaching us. And if he was, I'd gladly drop out of UA." A dual white-and red-headed boy in the back of the class scowled, causing many to chuckle at what they thought was a joke. But Izuku knew better; he could hear the venom in his tone.

'Shoto Todoroki, youngest child of Endeavor, the second-ranked pro hero for years under All Might. Wonder why his mood always seems to sour when his dad is mentioned?' Izuku thought to himself before remembering the scar on the teens face. 'Did Endeavor do that? Or, was partially the reason for forming? Training gone wrong?'

"I AM…HERE!" Shouted a voice from the hallway, breaking Izuku from his thoughts. "COMING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A HERO!" All Might exclaimed, sliding the door open before leaning in, his cape blowing in the breeze.

'Wait, how is it moving like that? There's no wind!'

"Do you need the fan anymore?" he heard Present Mic ask from the hallway. Izuku watched as All Might turned and shook his head, and the wind stopped blowing. This exchange, which apparently went unnoticed by everyone besides Izuku, caused the teen to sweat drop.

'Seriously?'

"I can't believe it's really All Might!"

"So he really is a teacher! This year's gonna be awesome!"

"Isn't that his silver age costume?"

"I'm getting goosebumps, it's so retro!"

These were some of the comments and questions that the students shouted as the Number One Pro himself walked into the room. Many found it hard to believe that All Might would be their teacher, but here he was, plain as day.

"Welcome to the most important class at UA High! Think of it as Heroing 101. Here you will learn the basics of being a pro and what it means to fight in the name of good!" All Might exclaimed.

Some of the students kept their cool and remained calm, even if on the inside they were excited beyond belief. Others were more verbal about their excitement, with some visibly shaking in their seats as their adrenaline already started to pump. Izuku, unsurprisingly, was one such student.

"Let's get into it!" All Might exclaimed, striking multiple poses with every word he spoke before he pulled out a flashcard. "Today's lesson will pull no punches!" The flashcard had one word on it: Battle.

"Fight training!" Bakugo shouted in manic glee, hands already smoking in anticipation.

"But one of the keys to being a hero is…looking good!" All Might shouted, pointing to the wall of the classroom. Shelves with suitcases attached to them began to pop out and extend, showing that each case had a number. "These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started."

The class roared in awe and shock at the statement, and everyone began radiating excitement at seeing their costumes in physical form, not just on paper or in memory.

"Grab your case and head towards the locker rooms! Let's get a move-" All Might was cut off at a knock at the door. "Oh, uh, yes? Please, come in!" He shouted before the door slid open and Power Loader's metallic head popped in.

"Is Izuku Midoriya in here?"

"Ah, yes, yes he is! Do you need him, Power Loader?"

"For a few minutes, yeah."

Izuku's eyes widened in surprise at the request. Had he done something wrong? Had Principal Nezu requested to see him and sent the hero? Or was there perhaps a problem with his suit design that Power Loader needed to talk to him about?

Kacchan turned around and gave him a questioning look, but Izuku shrugged in response. He could feel the stares coming from the rest of the class as well.

"Grab your case and head along with Power Loader, Young Midoriya! But make sure you head to the locker rooms once you're finished!"

"Yes sir." With a nod Izuku got up, grabbed his case, and exited the room while following the metallic hero. After walking for a minute in silence, he finally decided to ask. "Excuse me sir, but am I in trouble?"

"Relax kid, you're all good. A student I know requested to see you before you started any of your combat training. She's in the Development Studio right now."

Oh, was that all? Ok, he had been worrying over nothing. But this just raised more questions. What student wanted to see him? He hadn't spoken to anyone else other than a few in 1A, and last he checked, everyone was in class just now. So who could it be?

"Here we are," Power Loader stated, walking up to gigantic metal doors. "Head on in and see what she wants, then get back to class. Got it?"

"Got it." Izuku nodded before watching the metal clad hero walk away. Staring up at the large doors, he grabbed hold of the handle before opening it and stepping inside.

He was shocked by the amount of technology and inventions that were scattered around the lab. He walked around, noticing that inventions were piled up high on the tables and floor; some were even hanging up from the ceiling. He could see a broken jetpack, a pair of metal boots, a few cracked helmets, and even a flamethrower.

"H-Hi Izuku," a voice said from behind the teen, wobbly and tense, almost as if scared. This stopped him dead in his tracks.

His eyes narrowed, trying to place where exactly he had heard the voice before. It couldn't have been someone from middle school; he and Kacchan were the only ones to make it into UA. Maybe it was someone from the entrance exam that had been talking before the test started?

Turning around, he saw a beautiful girl, in brown work boots, dark green pants, and a low-cut black tank top that showed off her assets rather well. His jaw dropped as the realization hit, and why wouldn't it? Never in a million years would he forget those gorgeous yellow eyes.

"Mei?" He asked, unsure if this was a dream or real life.

She gave a wobbly smile and nodded before rushing across the room and nearly knocking the boy off of his feet when she practically tackled him, arms latching onto him, holding on for dear life, as if he would disappear once she let go.

He returned the embrace, hugging her tight and holding her close to him. They stayed locked together for a few minutes before he pulled back to look at her.

"What are you doing here? Where have you been? Why haven't you called? I-We missed you so much." Izuku whispered the last part, feeling himself flush with his slip up.

His heart began to break as tears slowly started to cascade down Mei's cheeks and fall to the ground below. She didn't answer; instead she latched onto him again and began sobbing into his shoulder.

He once again returned the embrace and kept quiet instead of asking more questions. He rocked his old friend back and forth, rubbing her back in hopes of comforting her. It took another minute or two before she calmed down, only releasing the occasional sniffle.

"I-I can't tell you." Mei said at last, regret lacing her tone. "I-I want to, but I can't, n-not yet, at least."

"I understand; take as much time as you need," Izuku could wait for answers; the only thing he wanted right now was to comfort his friend. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you more," she challenged, trying to lighten the mood and change subjects. She had so much to tell him, but so very little time. "I-I have something for you. You should take it and head back to class."

"Fuck class! It can wait; you can't," he exclaimed, causing her to giggle in response.

"There's my hero, putting people first and everything else second," Mei sighed happily; glad some things never change. Of course, after a few seconds of calming down, her head finally registered the feeling of their bodies mushed together.

'Ok, maybe I am happy that some things have changed,' she thought to herself, blushing at having his muscles wrapped around her.

"It's-It's over here," she said, breaking the embrace and walking over to a workbench, hoping her blush would die down by the time they reached it.

"What's over here?" Izuku questioned as he followed, trying his best to keep his eyes from looking down. His old friend had certainly...grown, in more ways than one.

"Remember what I promised you when we were younger?" Mei asked as she reached the workbench in question, which was covered with a white sheet. A rather large bump rose from the middle of the bench.

"You promised me a lot of things when we were young, Mei. Mind narrowing it down?"

The pinkette giggled in response before grabbing the edge of the sheet and ripping it off of the bench. Izuku gasped upon seeing what lay beneath.

(Training Ground Beta)

"Wonder what's taking Midoriya so long," Kaminari said out loud, noticing it's been a solid eight minutes since Power Loader had pulled him from class. All Might had stated previously that he wouldn't start without Midoriya, so right now he was literally twiddling his thumbs as they waited.

"Nerd probably did some dumb shit and got caught," Bakugo scoffed, foot tapping impatiently. He was ready and raring to go!

"Aren't you two friends? Why do you keep referring to him as 'nerd' and whatever? Not very manly, if you ask me." Kirishima frowned, not enjoying the blond's name calling towards his supposed friend.

"Well it's a good thing I didn't ask you, Shitty Hair. 'Sides, it's how I show affection."

"Shitty way of showing affection." Toru whispered to Mina, who giggled in response.

"Do you ever stop being an asshole? Or, is it something you can't turn off?" A voice spoke from the darkened hallway that led to the locker rooms. Everyone perked up at the voice, and some sighed in relief and happiness. Midoriya was back, which meant they could finally begin the class.

As Izuku started walking down the hall and into the light, his hero costume started being revealed. Mint green combat boots reached up to his calf and ended a few inches below his knees, with the toe cap, vamp, and heel all in black. Forest green pants that covered up to his waist with knee pads and a utility belt that matched in color. His stomach and sides were covered in rows of alternating mint green and white. His chest was forest green with a white circle in the very middle. A silver object hung around his neck, shaped like a smiling mouth.

His shoulders were forest green, which was followed by a small strip of mint that measured two inches of vertical length, then a strip of white measured in a vertical length of six inches. After that more forest green led down to thick black gloves with a mint green underside that reached to his forearm.

What caught the attention of some was the piece of metal hanging off of his right arm. It was a triangle with a rounded bottom and connected to a smaller circle at the tip. From the outside going in, it had a strip of neon green, then a strip of black, followed by another strip of neon green, and the center was pure black.

He received some whistles when he and his costume were revealed, causing him to smile wide and blush pink in embarrassment. He strolled through the crowd and made his way upfront, but almost tripped on his own feet upon hearing some of the whispers being thrown out.

"Damn, that's Japan's ass right there."

"Mina! Stop being such a perv." Toru scolded the pinkette.

"What? I can't help liking what I like."

'I'm going to die from embarrassment one of these days,' Izuku thought as he finally stood in front of the group.

"Welcome back, Young Midoriya!" All Might exclaimed, happy to have his successor and student back so they could start today's lesson. "And might I say you're looking quite sharp! But what is that piece of metal on your arm?"

"Oh! It's a gift from someone in the support course," he said, before the metal glowed green; with a snap it extended and rounded, becoming a circular shield. "She made it to where it can extend and become a full-blown shield when I use my magnet quirk! And if I use it again-" The shield glowed green and it snapped back to its original rounded triangle shape. "-it goes back to normal!"

"Why the fuck would someone from the support course give you a shield?" Bakugo questioned, confused.

"I'll, uh, tell you after class," Izuku said, confusing the blond even more.

"Now that Young Midoriya is here, it's time for combat training!"

"Sir! This is the fake city from our entrance exam: does that mean we'll be conducting urban battles again?" A robot-looking guy to Izuku's right asked with his hand raised.

'That must be Iida. He looks so cool!' With a smile, Izuku's eyes began to wander around, looking at everyone else's costume. 'Wow, they all look great. Some more than others…' His thoughts trailed off as he got a good look at Uraraka, the pink-skinned girl, and Yaoyorozu. His cheeks started turning pink, which didn't go unnoticed by Mina as she stared at him from the corner of her eye, a small smile forming on her lips.

'Aww, he's checking me out! Maybe I'll give him a better look later on.'

"Not quite! I'm gonna move you two steps ahead!" All Might answered. "Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However! Statistically speaking, the run-ins with the more-dastardly evildoers take place in-doors! Think about it: backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent villains stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys and fight two-on-two indoor battles!"

What followed after that was a flurry of questions regarding the training exercise. Wasn't this too advanced? How badly could they hurt the other team? How were the teams going to be created? Was All Might going to decide who would win? These were just a small taste of questions asked, and Izuku tried not to grin at the slowly irritated look All Might was getting from getting cut off.

"Listen up! The situation is this-" All Might shouted, cutting everyone off as he opened a small booklet.

'A script?!' Izuku thought in surprise.

"-The villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. In order to do this, the good guys must either catch the evildoers or recover the missile. Likewise, the bad guys can win if they protect their payload or capture the heroes. Time is limited, so we'll choose teams by drawing lots!"

"Isn't there a better way?" Iida questioned, surprised by All Might's choice. Couldn't the teams be made based on how compatible two quirks were? That seemed like the more logical approach.

"Think about it, pros often have to team up with other pros who are on the scene. You can't just wait for a pro you know or work well with to show up when dealing with something like a hostage situation or an attack." Izuku explained.

"I see, life is a series of random events! Excuse my rudeness!" Iida apologized, bowing.

"No sweat! It's time to draw!"

There were 10 teams in total, with each team receiving a letter to easily identify them. Izuku was surprised when his name was the first to be called, and his surprise only grew when it was revealed his partner would be Momo Yaoyorozu. They would be team A.

Glancing towards the girl in question, their eyes met and he shot her a friendly wave, one which she returned.

The others teams were as follow:

Team B: Shoto Todoroki and Mezo Shoji

Team C: Tenya Iida and Ochako Uraraka

Team D: Katsuki Bakugo and Ejiro Kirishima

Team E: Mina Ashido and Yuga Aoyama

Team F: Rikido Sato and Koji Koda

Team G: Kyoka Jiro and Denki Kaminari

Team H: Fumikage Tokoyami and Tsuyu Asui

Team I: Mashirao Ojiro and Toru Hagakure

Team J: Hanta Sero and Minoru Mineta

After the teams were created, All Might brought out two more boxes, with one being white and while the other was black. The black box had the word 'Villain' on it, while white was labelled 'Hero'. He stuck his hands inside and began moving them around.

"I declare that the first teams to fight will be…these guys!" He exclaimed, pulling out a ball with the letter A on it from the villain box and a ball with the letter D on it from the hero box.

Izuku's and Momo's eyes widened in surprise at being the first team to go, and as the villain team no less. Bakugo had a manic grin upon seeing his team and who he'd be fighting; he was more than ready to kick some ass. Kirishima grinned as well, happy he was getting some action sooner rather than later.

"Team A will be the villains, and team D will be the heroes. Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch." He informed the class.

"Yes sir." Responded the 16 who weren't fighting. They began to move while the final four stayed with All Might.

"Bad guys, go in and start setting up. You'll have five minutes before the good guys will be released and the battle begins. Bad guys, the key to being successful for this challenge is to embody villainy. Think from the perspective of an evildoer."

"Yes sir." The four nodded before Izuku and Momo made their way into the building, leaving the others outside. Neither of them paid any mind to the fact that Bakugo was literally vibrating with excitement.

(Top Floor)

"There's five floors in total between us and the entrance. In theory, it'll take them a minute or two to search each floor fully, but knowing Kacchan, he won't do a lot of searching. He'll probably assume we're at the top and blast his way up here. Depending on how much sweat he has, it'll take him about 20, maybe 30 seconds to reach this floor," Izuku explained to his teammate as he paced back and forth, trying to think of a plan. "Then there's Kirishima. He'll more than likely want to search each floor, and will either do it himself or follow Kacchan's lead to avoid being left behind."

"What do we know about their quirks?" Momo asked, trying to form her own plans as well.

"Kacchan has explosive sweat he can ignite from his palms, and Kirishima has a hardening quirk. As long as Kacchan is sweating he'll be able to blast his way through any defense we put up; meanwhile, Kirishima has a limit to how long he can harden." Izuku said, before stopping. "Yaoyorozu, what's your quirk?"

"My quirks name is 'Creation'. I can materialize different objects from any part of my body, as long as I have stored fat and know the atomic configuration of said object."

"And, by chance, do you know the atomic configuration of, let's say, an industrial-sized air conditioner?"

"Of course; I taught myself that back when I was five when the air conditioner at my parents' mansion broke. Is your idea to freeze the whole building so Bakugo can't sweat? Because it's going to take more than one to cool this whole building."

"Oh I know, but those will probably speed up the process," Izuku said while pointing to multiple vents that were scattered around the room. "So, are you ready to become villains?" he asked, his own psychotic grin forming. Momo did her best to do her own evil smile, which was beyond cute, before turning around.

"Let's," she replied before opening her top; her front soon began glowing pink.

'If she can make anything anywhere, does that mean she could make stuff…' Izuku's mind trailed off, eyes wandering to her perky rear end before he literally slapped himself. 'I'm disgusting! God I'm awful…but I really wanna know.'