"What is All Might like as a teacher!?" A woman practically screamed point blank in Izuku's face as she shoved a microphone up to catch anything he said.
He blinked, a sweatdrop trailing down his head. He'd hoped he'd be able to make it to the school gate without being accosted, but evidently that was foolish to expect.
The area in front of UA's main gate was swarming with reporters. Izuku had known when he saw the headline in one of his news apps that All Might was teaching at UA that there would be a response (and considering how the media hounded the man, how the hell had it taken so long for them to find out?), but this was approaching ridiculous.
Glancing around, hoping for inspiration on how to get out of this situation, he saw Yaoyorozu being accosted as well nearby, her face broadcasting her discomfort for any that cared, which unfortunately didn't include the press. And Izuku was pretty sure he saw Mineta trying to avoid getting trampled by inattentive reporters only a few feet away, though his perverted side apparently had enough control to make him take the opportunity to look up some skirts despite the risks.
Making a mental note to himself to discipline the short boy later, Izuku came up with a plan and began to speak into the microphone in his face, a PR friendly smile he'd practiced often as Peter on his face.
It really was surprising how necessary such a smile was to even a masked vigilante.
"Well, as a member of UA's Management Course I'm obviously not being taught by him, but I'd say that the mere fact that All Might is teaching the latest batch of Heroics Students is going to give them a significant boost in marketability right out of the gate." Izuku almost smirked as he saw the rude reporter immediately lose interest, face going slack while keeping enough of a smile on to not seem impolite, though he was mildly surprised to see some other nearby reporters were looking mildly interested in what he was saying.
Thankfully Yaoyorozu seemed to spot the ball he'd left and ran with it. "Indeed." She said, drawing herself up in order to appear more dignified. "I estimate that when the current first years graduate their brand will be approximately twenty percent more valuable thanks to the simple fact that they were personally instructed by All Might."
Much to Izuku's surprise, Mineta then took the ball from Yaoyorozu and rushed the endzone. "Even the least talented members of the classes he taught will likely start off ten spots higher in the national rankings just due to their association with All Might alone." He said, sounding surprisingly confident, drawing more than one surprised look from those that hadn't noticed him. "Once we found out that he was teaching Heroics my classmates in Class J started theorizing on the ramifications and how we would manage them. Unless one of them does something obscenely stupid or disgraceful, they'll be great cash co-I mean, heroes."
Izuku was mildly impressed by Mineta's acting. The 'near slip' was an inspired way to sell the illusion. Something told the greenette that the skill had been cultivated for less than noble purposes, but he couldn't complain about the results.
Several reporters wrote something down as they muttered thank yous and moved away from the three in search of more prey, letting them finally move towards the gates unimpeded. "Thanks for backing me up, guys." Izuku said with a smile once he was reasonably sure that the press wasn't going to try to jump them again.
"Hey, it was your idea." Mineta said with a shrug, though a small, prideful smirk was on his face. "Seemed like our best chance of escaping the vultures."
"Indeed." Yaoyorozu said with a smile of her own, her gaze landing on Aizawa and Present Mic, who were heading for the gate, no doubt to rescue the other students. "I'm impressed by the strategy you came up with to escape. I'm just thankful that I have some familiarity with business matters so I could properly support you."
Hearing the loud 'HEEEEY!' of Present Mic catching the reporters' attention the three hurried forward, wanting to get as far away from that mess as possible.
"Those reporters were really annoying." Sero said to Aoyama and Kaminari as he lounged in his chair.
"You said it." Kaminari said. "I almost used my quirk on that guy that was practically hugging me to try to get a quote."
"Indeed, they were most inelegant in the quest for a story." Aoyama agreed, his perpetual smile not hiding his distaste for what they'd experienced.
"I'm pretty sure it's only the fact that the teachers arrived that kept Bakugo from blowing them all up after they mentioned a sludge villain incident he was involved in." Asui said bluntly to Hagakure and Uraraka.
Izuku glanced over at Bakugo to find that he was quietly seething in his seat, eyes locked out the window, glaring at the school gate. In this case Izuku couldn't really blame him. Being reminded of the most helpless moment in your life like that was bound to piss anybody off, especially someone as proud of his strength as Bakugo. In that moment it must have seemed like that event would dog him for the rest of his life.
All talking ceased when Aizawa entered the room, the students rushing to their seats, wanting to avoid the man's wrath. The perpetually exhausted looking pro eyed them all before letting out a mildly approving grunt. "We're behind thanks to the mess the parasites outside caused." He said, not bothering to hide his contempt of the media. "Thankfully we're only going to be focusing on some classroom business this period."
Everyone tensed, wondering what he was referring to. Ever since Izuku had told them about Aizawa's brutal practices, something several of them had verified independently, they were all extremely wary of anything that deviated from the norm in case it was another way for the man to find an excuse to expel one of them.
Aizawa continued speaking, his laconic voice not giving any hint as to whether he'd noticed how they'd reacted to his words or not. "You all need to choose a class representative."
The tension in the room was immediately dispelled, several of them letting out sighs of relief at the fact that they'd be doing something so normal. Then, once what he'd said sank in fully, the class began clamoring, hands raising to catch Aizawa's attention.
"Ooh, ooh, I can do it!"
"I think you will find that I am the obvious choice."
"Come on, it's gotta be me!"
"I'm the only one who should be taking the job, extras!"
Izuku sat back, amused as he watched everyone shout about their willingness and qualifications to be the leader of the class, which in the Heroics course was a more involved job than it would be in other schools or departments. The class representative would be the person in charge of leading the class during group exercises and activities when the teachers weren't taking command themselves.
Apparently he wasn't the only one to realize that, seeing as Iida had stood up and began to shout to be heard by the rest of the class. "You are all failing to realize what this means! This is a significant responsibility, and only someone qualified that everyone can respect and follow should have such a position. That's why I believe that the only way this should be decided is through a democratic vote!"
"He says while holding his hand up higher than everybody else." Sato said, amused, as Iida was indeed holding his arm up so high it was literally vibrating. Then he shrugged. "He's right though. We need someone most of us can agree on, since they'll be giving us orders to follow. That's what makes the most sense. "
"Sensei, should we go with Iida-kun's suggestion?" Kirishima asked as he put his own hand down as the others murmured in agreement with Iida and Sato's words.
Aizawa was already curling up in his sleeping bag in the corner of the classroom. "I don't care how you do it as long as it's done by the end of the period and you don't wake me up."
There were some sweatdrops at that, but in the end the class proceeded with the election, each one putting the choice down on a piece of paper to be collected later by Iida, who was acting as election official, seeing as it was his idea.
Izuku considered his choice carefully. Iida would be good when it came to organization and discipline. His earnest, diligent and strict personality would serve that role well. However, he found it unlikely that his classmates would listen to him much, especially at first. He would probably work best as vice-representative, or a support role like secretary, where he could put his talents to use and let someone else wrangle the students when needed.
Most of the others he deemed unsuitable since their personalities didn't fit the job requirements, at least as far as he'd seen, and despite their initial enthusiasm for the idea he was pretty sure they'd eventually grow to chafe under the responsibility of the role.
Bakugo was right out. That could only be a disaster.
In the end Izuku ended up writing down Yaoyorozu's name. She was very diligent as well, but had a less difficult personality, and was already very interested in helping her classmates, as she'd shown when she'd offered her home for their martial arts training.
He placed the folded slip of paper into the bowl Iida brought around before sitting back, curious as to who would be chosen.
Iida had diligently written out everybody's names on the chalkboard before beginning to count the votes, putting a tally next to each name that came up. The room was quieter than usual as they waited to see who would be chosen, though there was quite a bit of anxious fidgeting.
Izuku was flattered when he saw a tally appear next to his name, a small smile on his face. That smile faded to be replaced by incredulity as another tally appeared. Then another. By the end Izuku was gaping in surprise when he saw nine tallies next to his name, the next closest amount being Yaoyorozu, with three.
Iida placed the chalk down once he was done, giving his own name, completely free of tallies, a brief, frustrated look, before turning to the class. "According to the votes, Midoriya will be class representative, with Yaoyorozu in the position of vice-representative."
Most of the class cheered even as several good naturedly lamented their loss. Bakugo's eyes were fixed on the single tally next to his name, obviously from the vote he cast for himself, his teeth gritted as he realized that none of his classmates had considered him, and that nearly half had instead chosen Deku. It was so contrary to almost his entire life experience that he was having trouble processing it.
Izuku got up and made his way to the front of the class along with a lightly smiling Yaoyorozu, still somewhat stunned. Despite his memories and knowledge from his previous selves, he was still Midoriya Izuku at heart, just as he'd told his mother, and that meant that the idea that he'd be trusted and respected enough for something like this hadn't even crossed his mind. All of his current life's experiences said that it would never happen.
Taking his place in front of the blackboard, Yaoyorozu on his left, he turned to face his classmates before smiling softly. "Thank you for trusting me with the position, everyone. I don't know why you'd choose me, but now that you have, I promise to do my best to live up to it."
"You don't know why?" Kirishima asked, seeming honestly confused. "Dude, you've basically been acting as the class rep since the first day." When Izuku turned his gaze to the redhead the other boy scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I was gonna vote for myself, but then I stopped to think about what I know of the rest of the class even though we've been in classes less than a week, and it was obvious. Just the first day you helped Mineta and told us all about what we should watch out for."
"You even offered to train us that very day, even though you didn't even know some of our names yet." Hagakure said, her body shifting as she spoke to show how animated she was.
"There's also how good you were at planning and directing Aoyama during the battle trial. Not to mention that you put helping Jirou first before anything else when she was hurt." Uraraka said peppily.
"Yeah, you definitely got my vote because of that." Jirou said, nodding in agreement.
"There's also how you worked with Yaoyorozu to give everybody advice after each match. It was almost like you have experience at being a teacher." Ojiro added.
"So yeah." Kirishima said with a shrug and a smile. "When you really think about it, you're the obvious choice. You've already been doing the job. We're just making it official."
The entire class cheered in agreement at that, and Izuku couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, everyone. I won't let you down. I promise."
After the excitement of the class representative selection the day proceeded normally after homeroom. When lunch came around the students eagerly made their way to the cafeteria in order to enjoy Lunch Rush's excellent food.
Izuku stood patiently in line, waiting for the katsudon he'd requested to be ready. While he did so he decided to observe the other students in the cafeteria. It was as he was looking around and absently wondering which were fellow members of the Heroics course that he realized he knew absolutely nothing about the members of class 1-B.
The thought stuck in his head for a moment. True, from a bit of research he knew that the two classes would be having some joint activities throughout the year to work together, but the fact that he didn't even know what they looked like struck him as odd.
When his katsudon was ready, rather than head directly for where Uraraka was waving for him to join her he made a detour to the table holding most of 1-A's female students, where Ashido and Hagakure were apparently discussing something while Yaoyorozu listened in and occasionally provided her own input and Jirou bobbed her head to the music she was listening to as she ate. "Yaoyorozu-san."
The girl paused eating her sashimi and turned to look up at him. "Yes?"
Before anything else could be said an alarm suddenly started to ring throughout the room and, likely, the entire school. "Security Level 3 Has Been Broken. All Students, Please Evacuate In An Orderly Fashion."
Izuku knew exactly what would happen once that announcement came, and he was proven right when his fellow students immediately began to rush towards the exit in a panic. Part of him wondered why organizations even bothered with emergency drills. Even the FBC hadn't been able to completely deal with the instinctual urge people had to turn into wild animals when frightened, no matter how many drills for dimensional collapse, temporal destabilization, zombie apocalypse, elder god awakening or alien invasion he'd had them run when he was Jesse, though they generally reasserted themselves quickly once the initial panic passed, thankfully.
As the thought went through his mind the girls quickly got up, and he saw Uraraka and Iida approaching as well, the brunette looking a bit adorable with her cheeks puffed out slightly due to the food still in her mouth and a couple of grains of rice stuck to her face.
"What's Security Level 3?" Iida asked a passing upperclassman seriously.
"It means that someone has infiltrated the building!" The boy exclaimed, his voice slightly high pitched with fear. "That's never happened in all three years I've been here!" Then he resumed running, joining the growing pileup at the entrance.
Izuku's classmates had already begun to follow, joining the mass of people trying to get out, but Izuku fell back. Looking around the packed entrance he frowned when he saw the students dangerously pushing and shoving each other in their panic. He needed to get more information so he could deal with the situation.
Quickly leaping over the crowd's heads he stuck to the wall above the doors to the exit hallway before crawling along the ceiling above the throng. Moving next to a window he lowered himself so that he could look out of it without any issues, and immediately felt any trepidation he might have had at the apparent attack turn into annoyance.
Peter may have been a member of the press for some time, but that just meant that he'd seen some of their worse sides, especially what with JJJ trying to smear him at any opportunity. So while he could respect the more dedicated and honorable journalists, the ones that put their lives on the line to bring people the information they needed, he really hated the, to quote Aizawa, parasites.
So when Izuku saw that the entire ordeal was thanks to the fact that the press somehow got onto the grounds and were apparently trying to invade the school building proper in their zeal to get a story on All Might, it took quite a bit of self-control to avoid doing something… unpleasant.
Still, something tickled at his instincts, telling him there was more to this than he was seeing, but for the moment he ignored it in order to focus on the immediate situation he was dealing with. He turned from the window in order to try to calm the students now that he knew there wasn't any danger. "Stop!" He yelled, but couldn't make himself heard through the panicked babble and stomping of feet. He began getting more worried now that he looked at the stampede properly. The students were even more panicked than he would expect. It was the kind of panic that inevitably got someone hurt or killed.
It would only be later that he would realize that part of what was fueling the panic was the fact that school that was considered one of the most secure institutions in Japan, even counting prisons and government agency headquarters, had been breached. It might not be a conscious thought, but that little bit of information was hitting the panic button with greater than usual force.
His first thought after yelling failed was to draw the Service Weapon and let out a shot or two in order to get everyone's attention, but that was quickly discarded. The sound of powerful gunshots so close by might just make them panic more. Then he was out of time to think when he saw what he feared would happen did so.
Hagakure was trying to make her way through the crowd, which was made more difficult due to her stature and invisibility. So when she suddenly tripped over the leg of someone that had been pushed back by another student, it was no surprise. Unfortunately, Hagakure was one of the worst people that could have happened to, barring Mineta.
Izuku's perception of events sped up, much like it always had whenever he'd been in a dangerous situation, no matter the incarnation. He could see Hagakure's body hit the floor, bouncing slightly as she cried out. He could see an especially large upperclassman with the head of a hippo stumble over the sudden obstacle, instinctively lengthening his stride to maintain his balance. He could see that the large foot was heading right where Hagakure's head would be, unseen by the boy that was inadvertently going to kill her.
Within a fraction of a second he was there, slipping seamlessly between the packed students, Hagakure's body in his arms in a princess carry before she could be stomped to death. He was back in the air, leaping over the heads of the students with inhuman grace before the hippo student's foot had touched the floor and landing on the wall above the doorway leading out onto the grounds, sticking there while still holding Hagakure securely. Below him several upperclassmen were shoving each other in order to get out the door first.
Enough was enough.
Back during his life as Ranma, Nabiki had roped him into watching some anime with her out of curiosity as to whether he could reverse engineer fictional fighting styles for his own use. That and she just wanted someone to watch anime with. As usual she'd come at it from a financial perspective as well, thinking that being able to market the ability to learn to fight like a Naruto ninja would be great for bringing in students, but he'd been admittedly intrigued by the idea anyway, and so had begun to watch Naruto and One Piece, among others. While quite a few of the techniques and skills were too unrealistic for him to use, or required spiritual/magical abilities he just had no real talent for, he had indeed developed quite a few moves out of the experience.
One of the things he'd tried to replicate had been Luffy's Conqueror's Haki and/or Killing Intent as it had been shown in anime such as Naruto and others. He'd managed to make his own version, which Kasumi had named Kami no Sabaki, or God's Judgement, because after he used it all the recipients, including Kasumi and Nabiki, who had been in the area of effect the first time it was used successfully, said it felt like some greater power that could squash you utterly was observing you, judging you, and finding you wanting. The first time Ryoga had experienced it, despite the huge amount of willpower Ranma knew the Eternally Lost Boy had, no matter his somewhat simple mentality, he had, briefly, dropped to his knees, almost as if in supplication before a deity. Of course, it had never worked the same on him again, as he knew what to expect, and Cologne and Happosai had only ever been mildly inconvenienced by it. But it was still a potent ability when he wanted to make sure whoever he was facing damn well knew he was serious about whatever he was saying or doing. It had been a great help to him several times when it came to pushy new fiancees or suitors, and the occasional troublemaker trying their shenanigans.
He'd even, accidentally, started a small cult amongst the students of Furinkan dedicated to worshipping him. That had been a real pain in the ass. Nabiki'd laughed herself sick even as Akane had whacked him on the head.
Izuku focused his unbreakable will and endless determination. Despite its intimidating name, the basis of the technique wasn't exactly in trying to impose your will on others. It was making yourself radiate a presence that declared to the world at large that you would not be stopped, would not be denied, and had to be, if not obeyed, then at least listened to. It was not something those weak of heart, those who preferred to follow rather than lead, could do. It required, as stated, will and determination.
Even had Izuku never awakened to who he had once been, he likely could have wielded the potent technique through just his sheer willpower. Now he was being backed up by the determination of four of the most stubborn people in the multiverse. The result was a foregone conclusion.
In an instant every person in the hallway stopped. Izuku wasn't using his technique at it's full power, he didn't feel it was needed when he was just trying to get their attention, but even so some of the weaker willed students dropped to their knees, eyes locked on Izuku as he crouched on the wall, Hagakure in his arms as he looked down at them almost imperiously.
"There is no danger." He said simply, without raising his voice too far beyond making sure he'd be heard by those in the back. "It is simply the press, who have somehow managed to bypass the defenses. The faculty will deal with them shortly. So we are going to, in an orderly fashion, walk out to the designated meeting areas, and wait patiently for our teachers to come get us." The 'Or Else' went unsaid, but understood by everyone there.
Izuku let his eyes trail along the student body, who were all staring at him, some sweating a bit while others, male and female, were blushing slightly. Then he let the technique go, dropping to the ground immediately after, the students underneath him quickly giving him space.
With one last glance at the students he turned, still holding Hagakure, and walked out the door, the rest of the teens following him much more calmly now, even as they began murmuring to each other about what had just happened.
In the very back of the crowd of students, three third years stood and watched as the hallway began to empty.
"Whoa, that was so cool!" The only girl of the group said in amazement, bouncing lightly in place in a way that would have been a great distraction to some of the more hormonal of her peers. "Do you think that was his quirk? But then how did he stick to the wall? Do you think he could teach people how to do that? Do you think he's nice? I bet he's nice."
Another teen was standing facing the wall, though he was trembling slightly in obvious fear. "That was… terrifying."
"Yet you remained standing! I saw a bunch of students fall to their knees after that. I told you that you're stronger than you think!" The last of the trio said.
The boy he was addressing turned to him. "What do you think, Mirio-kun?"
Togata Mirio smiled brightly. "I wanna know more!"
After the excitement of the press's invasion the day went (mostly) back to normal. The students discussed what had happened in the minutes between classes, speculating as to how the reporters had gotten onto the grounds and what UA would do to both increase security and punish the trespassers.
One of the bigger topics of discussion had, as much as it annoyed him, been Izuku's actions and abilities. He'd known he would come under some scrutiny after what he did despite his attempt to keep the effects of Kami no Sabaki toned down. No one had approached him to ask about it, yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time. He could only assume that his classmates all thought it was part of his quirk, but that was also making them more curious as to what his quirk exactly was, and he knew they'd be bugging him about it eventually.
Hagakure had been a bit silent after what happened, fidgeting nervously whenever he was near. When Izuku wasn't paying attention Ashido had held a hand up to where Hagakure's head was before jokingly exclaiming with a teasing grin that she could feel the heat of Hagakure's blush, prompting the invisible girl to whine at the other girl as some of the other students laughed good naturedly at her embarrassment.
Once the school day ended Izuku was making his way towards a nearby classroom with Yaoyorozu at his side, finally being able to make the request he'd meant to at lunch.
"This is a good idea." The beautiful heroine-in-training said with a smile as she walked with him. "I wish I had considered it, but I'm ashamed to admit that I haven't given our sister class much thought. I suppose that's why you were chosen as class representative."
"I chose you, you know." He said with a smile of his own, watching her blink in surprise. "I figured you'd do well in the job due to your diligence, intelligence, and willingness to help your classmates, perhaps with IIda-kun as the vice for his organizational skills."
The ponytailed girl blushed lightly before looking down with a small smile on her face. "Thank you, Midoriya-kun. I appreciate the vote of confidence."
Izuku stopped in front of the door to class 1-B and knocked on it as his companion composed herself. The door was opened by an attractive girl with ginger hair in a high side ponytail and teal eyes. "Yes?" She asked as she shouldered her bag, obviously getting ready to leave.
"Hello." Izuku said with a smile. "I'm Midoriya Izuku, class rep of 1-A, and this is my vice rep, Yaoyorozu Momo. We figured we'd come and introduce ourselves to our counterparts here and the rest of our sister class, if possible."
The girl blinked for a moment before a smile spread across her face. "Ah, good idea! I'm actually the class 1-B representative, Kendo Itsuka. My vice is Shoda Nirengeki." She turned back to her classmates and called out. "Shoda-kun, could you come here please?"
The boy that approached was stocky, which made him seem shorter than he was, with whitish blue hair and a round face. "Yes?"
Kendo smiled. "These are our fellow rep and vice rep from 1-A." Her words caught the attention of her classmates, who turned to look at Izuku and Yaoyorozu with interest.
"Ah." Shoda bowed lightly. "Nice to meet you."
Before anything else could be said another pretty girl with blonde hair and somewhat animalistic features approached with a smile, the two long horns on top of her head adding to her height. "Hello." She said in somewhat halting Japanese, indicating she was a foreigner. "It's nice to, meet you. I am, Pony Tsuno-I mean, Tsunotori Pony. Do you, want me, kick your ass?" She asked, smiling sweetly.
Izuku raised an eyebrow at that as Kendo sighed. "Please forgive her. Tsunotori-chan is from America and doesn't have a great grasp of Japanese yet, so certain people…" She turned to glare at a blond boy who turned away innocently. "...have been teaching her some incorrect phrases to use."
"Ah." Izuku said, nodding in understanding before turning to the innocent girl who was looking at him with big blue eyes. "It's nice to meet you, Pony." He said in English, much to the surprise of his schoolmates and Tsunotori's obvious delight. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm not interested in getting my ass kicked at the moment."
"Oh wow, you speak English so well!" The blond said, clapping happily and bouncing in place. Then she frowned. "Wait, what do you mean?"
"I'm afraid you just asked me if I wanted you to kick my ass." Izuku said gently. "Don't worry, I know you didn't mean anything by it."
"I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, bringing her hands to her mouth. "I just said it the way Monoma told me to." She looked down at the floor, her face showing a bit of hurt, which made the vast majority of the class who got the gist of what she was saying turn to glare at the boy that had to be Monoma, who turned away a bit nervously.
Izuku rested a hand comfortingly on the girl's shoulder, figuring she might appreciate the friendly contact as an American in a Japanese school. "Like I said, don't worry about it. If you want I can help you with your Japanese a bit when we have a chance."
Tsunotori immediately brightened. "Thank you so much! I really appreciate the offer."
"I wasn't aware you were so fluent at English." Yaoyorozu said, an impressed smile on her face.
Izuku shrugged. "I've made sure I'd have a broad knowledge base. You never know what might be useful." Then he turned to Kendo, a glint of interest in his eyes. "By the way, you're a martial artist, right?"
Kendo looked taken aback. "Yeah, I am. How did you know?"
"It's the way you stand and move." Izuku said. "It's not overt but if you know what to look for it's easy to spot. What style?"
Kendo was looking at her fellow representative with intrigue now. "It's a mixture of Goju-ryu and Shito-ryu karate. What do you practice?" She asked, as it was obvious he had to practice something, and be quite high level, if he was able to recognize the fact she did just from her stance and movements.
"It's a practically unknown style called Anything Goes. It's meant to incorporate the best of multiple styles into one." Izuku explained. "I wouldn't mind sparring with you sometime." He said, a competitive glint in his eye, which was quickly reciprocated in Kendo's.
"Sounds good to me." The ginger haired girl said, voice eager.
Yaoyorozu studied the two teens as they stared at each other competitively, a finger tapping her lips. "Midoriya-kun, if you think you could handle more, I would not mind inviting 1-B to join the lesson we'll be having tomorrow."
Izuku blinked before turning to her, surprised. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose, especially if you don't have the space."
"Space is not an issue, and I think you have the right idea about getting to know our schoolmates better. This can only help." Then she turned to Kendo. "Midoriya-kun has offered to teach class 1-A some martial arts at my house to help us all improve. If you and your classmates would like to join us, I wouldn't be opposed."
Kendo's eyes lit up, a smile appearing on her face, but Nirengeki spoke for the first time since the introductions. "I'm sorry, Midoriya-san, but are you qualified to teach, even if it's the basics?" His tone made sure it was obvious that he wasn't insulting the grenette, just asking to make sure there wouldn't be any issues.
Izuku smiled lightly. "Let's just say I have some experience under my belt."
Kendo and Nirengeki exchanged a look before the class representative turned back to Izuku and Yaoyorozu, still smiling.. "I'll discuss it with my classmates, but at the least I'll definitely be there."
Before anything else could be said someone spoke from behind Izuku and Yaoyorozu. "Midoriya-kun, Principal Nezu wants to see you."
Izuku turned to find Midnight standing there, hand on her cocked hip. Neither Izuku nor his previous selves'd had much of an interest in BDSM (at least not as a serious lifestyle. As something to occasionally spice up the bedroom, on the other hand…), but Izuku had to admit that his teacher definitely pulled off the dominatrix look damn well. It was virtually impossible for anyone interested in women to not be affected. That went double for hormonal teens.
Still, Izuku likely had more experience when it came to sex than most of the faculty combined, and plenty of self control, so he focused on the woman's eyes and not her assets beyond a brief, involuntary glance. "May I ask why, sensei?"
The beautiful woman cocked an eyebrow when she saw how he focused on her eyes after a momentary look a bit further south, mildly impressed. She was briefly tempted to tease him in order to get a reaction, but decided she'd rather not keep Nezu waiting.
Teasing the greenette till he exploded (in more ways than one) could come later. "He didn't tell me, just that it was important, so I suggest you get a move on."
Izuku bowed lightly to his teacher and said his farewells to his fellow students before beginning to head to the principal's office, all the while wondering why the chimera wanted to speak with him.
"Ah, thank you for coming so promptly, Midoriya-kun." Nezu said from where he sat behind his desk, two cups of steaming tea waiting.
"Of course, Nezu-sensei." When the chimera motioned towards the chair Izuku took a seat and reached for the tea, blowing on it lightly before taking a sip, smiling in pleasure. "How can I help you?"
"First of all, I would like to thank you for your actions during the lunch period." Nezu began once he'd taken a sip of his own tea. "Unfortunately most of the staff was busy either dealing with the press or securing the school, but I reviewed the security footage and saw what you did. You saved that young lady's life."
Izuku waved it off. "I'm just glad I was able to help. I'm lucky that I have a wide array of skills and experiences to use, otherwise it wouldn't have been quite so easy."
"That is the other reason I wished to speak with you." Nezu said as he pulled a folder over. "I wanted your insight and advice on our finding on how and why we were infiltrated." At the greenette's raised eyebrow the principal chuckled. "You have seen things I can scarcely imagine, and as you said, have a wide array of talents and experience to call upon. I would be very foolish to neglect such a potential asset simply because of your biological age or status." He passed the folder over to Izuku, who opened it to look at the pictures inside. "That is how the press got onto the grounds." Nezu said more seriously now.
Izuku studied the first picture, which showed the remains of one of UA's security gates, Power Loader and Cementoss studying it. The gate itself, originally made of a strong, thick metal, was now just dust on the ground, as though something had made the thing rust at an accelerated rate.
Izuku quickly ran through the powers and substances he knew of that could achieve such an effect, but most would have been easily noticeable. He looked up at Nezu once he'd gone through all the pictures, which showed different angles and closeups of the gate's remains. "I assume you've checked the quirk registries of all the reporters that invaded to make sure none of them could have done this?"
"It was the first thing I did once I began my investigation." Nezu said with a nod. "All clean, unless they've been lying on their registries for decades."
"Unlikely, but not impossible…" Izuku murmured as he looked back at the pictures. "So whoever did this purposely let the reporters in and made it obvious as to how they did it. This was either a declaration of war, a distraction while they tried to accomplish some objective, or both."
Nezu nodded in agreement, gaze serious. "Indeed. We performed a check of the school in case anything of importance was taken, but didn't find anything missing or out of place."
Izuku set the pictures down and tapped his finger against the desk as he considered everything, a small, thoughtful frown on his face. "What about information? Were the databases accessed?"
"Not as far as we were able to ascertain." Nezu responded. "I can't think of what they might have been after in our systems that they couldn't get somewhere else, however. I do assist with investigations and research on occasion, but I keep all my data on a separate, private server. We may boast that UA is high end, but we are still, essentially, only a school. We shouldn't have anything too sensitive on our systems. Our true assets are our people, both students and faculty."
Izuku's finger stopped tapping. "Then that's what they're after. Their focus is on the people, either in general or a specific individual." He looked back down at the pictures. "If this is a declaration of war, what better way to attack than at the students? Not to mention there are many high profile heroes on staff who could be targets, especially now that All Might is here."
Nezu sat back, humming thoughtfully. "It has merit. This could be a probing attack, to see how we react."
"They'd also need information to plan their next strike." Izuku said. "How easy is it to access the planned schedule?"
The principal paused before quickly beginning to type at his computer as Izuku waited patiently. After several minutes Nezu sat back with a thoughtful frown. "Thirteen was accessing it when the alarm sounded, likely to review the rescue training plan for the first years we will be conducting next week. It is entirely possible that someone could have seen it when the faculty office was vacated."
Izuku sat back, letting his head tilt backward to look at the ceiling as he considered. "You should increase security on all non-classroom activities where you can't just change the schedule entirely, and not just for Heroics."
"What do you suggest?" Nezu asked, reaching over to type again.
Izuku thought it over for a few more moments before beginning to speak, and for the next hour or so the two discussed what could be done to prepare for any attack that might come.
As school ended the next day most of the students of the first year Heroics course gathered outside of the school gate, waiting for the transportation that Yaoyorozu said she'd arranged to take them to her home. The only ones out of either class to decline the invitation had been Bakugo and Todoroki.
Izuku had known that Bakugo was a lost cause, and would likely be disruptive anyway, but he did ask Todoroki why he didn't want to join. Todoroki had stated that he did not feel that martial arts would be of too much help to him. Izuku had respectfully disagreed but hadn't pushed it, especially as something told him that there was more to Todoroki's refusal than he was saying.
While the students chatted as they waited, Izuku asked to speak with Kendo and Ojiro, his two fellow martial artists moving off to the side with him. "Yes, Midoriya-kun?" The tailed boy asked.
"Considering how many of our classmates are coming to this lesson I was wondering if you two would mind being my teaching assistants." He said.
Kendo nodded thoughtfully. "I can see why you'd need some help considering there are thirty-seven of us here."
"Yeah, it would be hard to give attention to such a large group, especially since, from what you said to Mineta, you'll be teaching different styles to different people, so you can't just lead them all in the same katas." Ojiro said in agreement. "Anything specific you had in mind?"
"I figured we could start by us three sparring with each other, so we can each get an idea of the others' skill, and to give the others a practical demonstration. Then you guys could lead whoever I'm not focusing on at first through some basic stretches and movements while I give some individual attention."
Ojiro and Kendo nodded. "Sounds like a good initial plan." The blonde boy admitted.
"I would worry about how you're going to keep such a large group focused, but after your display during lunch yesterday I don't think that'll be an issue." Kendo said with a small smile on her face.
Before anything more could be said they were distracted when a very large and luxurious looking bus, the kind that ferried music stars around while touring, stopped in front of the gate, the doors opening for them. More than one person was gaping slightly at the thought that this was the transportation that Yaoyorozu had arranged. They'd been expecting a generic bus of the like that schools rented for special events. Not… this.
"...I knew she was well off, but damn…" Izuku murmured as the students began to board the bus at Yaoyorozu's urging. He patted Uruaraka's shoulder, the girl seeming dazed at how much just this must have cost.
The students were amazed at the opulent interior of the bus, which included snacks and refreshments that Yaoyorozu assured everyone they were free to enjoy. In spite of the luxury it was still rather cramped, but that was to be expected when there were almost forty teens occupying it.
A couple of the students seemed to be annoyed by how much this display seemed to be designed to smack them in the face with how rich 1-A's vice-rep was, but when any of them saw her happy bounciness at getting to have everyone along and share, even the most off put swallowed whatever they were going to say.
Everybody's minds were further blown when they reached the ponytailed girl's house, which was actually a mansion of nearly absurd size, especially when one considered how high real estate prices in urban Japan could be. Uraraka wasn't the only one that appeared to be shocked into catatonia.
Yaoyorozu then proceeded to lead them to the expansive dojo, which Izuku, Kendo and Ojiro were significantly impressed by. Once everybody had changed into their workout clothes in the attached changing rooms, the lesson began.
Izuku stood in front of the large class of sitting teens with Kendo and Ojiro standing at his sides and slightly in front. Tightening the belt of the gi he was wearing he focused on slipping into the teaching mindset he'd developed during his life as Ranma. Peter could also teach combat, but it was more general than structured. Ranma might be somewhat eccentric in his teaching methods (though nowhere near his father's level), but he got results. Of course, he would be giving the teaching style a slight Izuku spin so it'll fit his current personality and students better.
"Thank you all for taking a chance on being trained by me." He began, his voice confident yet friendly. "Before anything else I want to assure you that you're not making any sort of commitment, and I'm not expecting any compensation for this. The entire point is so we can all help each other grow and improve as heroes in training. If, after today's lesson, you don't feel this is a good fit for you, that's fine." He eyed the gathered teens to see if any of them would comment, but they were all simply watching him intently. "Alright, first, we're going to start with some sparring between me, Kendo-san and Ojiro-san, so you can have an idea of what we can do and what I might be able to teach you." He turned to his prospective teaching assistants. "Kendo-san, Ojiro-san, are you ready?"
The two turned to him and nodded before glancing at each other. "Ladies first?" The tailed boy offered.
Before Kendo could respond Izuku spoke. "Actually, I was thinking that you could both face me together, using your quirks to their fullest." He said as he turned to begin walking to one end of the sparring area.
His two assistants turned to stare at him, not seeming pleased at being apparently dismissed in such a way. Among the students Monoma was the one to voice the opinion of quite a few of them. "That seems rather arrogant of you." He said, a slight sneer in his voice, though he kept it mostly under control at the moment, so Izuku didn't find any reason to crack down on it yet.
"I have no doubt that they're both very skilled." Izuku said simply. "But, to be frank, I need to establish my credentials with them and you all if I want to be listened to. If they beat me, if they utterly trounce me, then that's great, and I'll appropriately eat crow, but I'm going to take the gamble for the sake of making things easier down the line with all of you." He turned from Monoma, who looked begrudgingly understanding at that, and turned to his fellow martial artists. "So?"
Once again, the two assistants glanced at each other before Ojiro nodded and Kendo huffed lightly. "Fine, but don't complain when we beat you." She said as she took one of the more advanced karate stances, Ojiro doing the same beside her, both eyeing Izuku warily.
Were this Saotome Ranma facing them, he would have taken his customary non-stance, both to not reveal anything and to aggravate his opponents. Izuku, however, didn't want to cause any issues by appearing to dismiss their abilities out of hand and instead took up a basic Anything Goes stance before gesturing for them to attack him.
There was a moment of stillness before Ojiro moved, his tail hitting the polished wooden floor of the sparring area to launch him forward into a flying kick, Kendo following behind in a dash, ready to attack as well.
Izuku flowed around Ojiro's attack with ease, gently tapping the boy's outstretched leg in just the right place to unbalance him upon landing, the movement flowing into a dodge of a punch by Kendo, the fist missing his face by millimeters before he lightly redirected her momentum even as the fist suddenly expanded with shocking force. Even when he was forcefully suppressing his Spider-Sense to make this a somewhat fair fight he was able to react in time, tilting his head enough that her enlarging fist only ruffled his hair. Then, before Ojiro had even landed, he was behind her, a palm strike landing between her shoulder blades to force her forward and off balance, making her almost stumble into a similarly unbalanced Ojiro.
His two opponents spun to find Izuku's bare feet sliding backwards along the hardwood as he got a bit of space again, his green eyes calmly assessing them, prepared for anything they might do. Kendo and Ojiro shared another look, this time looking more wary, before they began to approach Izuku a bit more carefully, obviously taking this more seriously.
For the next five minutes the other members of the first year Heroics course watched as Izuku seemed to lead the obviously skilled teens around by the nose, dodging every attack with ease and usually only redirecting their attacks, only going for proper strikes when they left obvious openings, the speed and strength of each attack almost shocking each time it came. Even the least talented amongst the audience could tell that Kendo and Ojiro were skilled, but Izuku made them look like children flailing around in mock fights on the playground.
During his time before the beginning of classes Izuku had trained his fighting skills extensively, both in spars with All Might and on his own. Ranma had been a grandmaster by the time he was twenty and had only gotten better from there, never seeming to truly plateau, but he'd known both of his bodies intimately, to a level few could reach. That meant that Izuku had to relearn everything so it would work with his new body type and superhuman capabilities. His efforts had paid off, as he considered himself to now be about 80% as skilled as he'd been as Ranma at his peak. There was still room for improvement, but only grandmasters on the level of Happosai, Cologne and Shang Chi, among others, would be able to tell.
Finally Izuku decided to end the fight, and within moments had Kendo in a lock with her arms behind her back while he had a leg up and wrapped around Ojiro's throat, holding him fast lest he wanted to be either asphyxiated or get a permanent pain in the neck, not seeming to be having any issue holding the unorthodox position.
There was a moment of stillness as Izuku's sparring partners realized that they were beaten, and rather handily at that. Then they relaxed and Izuku released them, settling back onto his feet before stepping back. Kendo and Ojiro turned to Izuku and bowed respectfully, recognizing that he was definitely the superior fighter, Izuku bowing back with a smile. The teens that had been watching immediately began clapping at the incredible display they'd just witnessed, more than one shout of 'Amazing!' or 'Manly!' ringing out.
"You two are good." Izuku said with a smile, not appearing to even be breathing with any difficulty.
"You beat us like a rented mule." Kendo said slightly sardonically as she straightened back up.
"We didn't have a chance, did we?" Ojiro asked as he did the same, a hand rising to his neck, rubbing it lightly.
"There's always a chance." Izuku said firmly, and everyone quieted down when they heard the steel in those words. "It doesn't matter how far beyond the radix point it is, how powerful your opponent, be they a god or a devil, there's always a chance. You only have to seize it." His assistants weren't the only ones to straighten their spines at that.
Once that was over Izuku turned to the rest of his class. "Alright, now that you've seen what we can do, I want to know if any of you have any formal training. It can be armed or unarmed, I just want to know what your capabilities are at this point in time."
There was a moment where all the teens glanced at each other before Yaoyorozu raised her hand. "I studied some bojutsu in order to better use the staves I make with my quirk." She said.
Izuku nodded and began walking back to the position he'd taken for his spar with Kendo and Ojiro. As he turned to her he murmured 'Trace On', a beautiful red enameled staff materializing in his hands which he briefly spun before taking a light stance. "Show me." He told her with a smile.
For a moment he was confused when she, and many of the other teens, looked at him in surprise and some shock. Then he realized that this was the first time he'd ever Traced anything in front of them. He sighed internally at himself, but the damage was done. Besides, he hadn't intended to hide the ability anyway. It had just never come up. "Well?" He asked, trying to get her moving.
Yaoyorozu shook herself out of her surprise at seeing someone else create an item in a similar way as she did and stood up, making her way to her position opposite him as she pulled up the sleeve of the well tailored gi she'd purchased for this, creating her own staff before settling into the stance she was most confident in. She knew she had absolutely no chance against him, not after how he'd beaten Kendo and Ojiro, but she was determined to give a good accounting of herself. When he motioned for her to begin, she advanced, her focus entirely on this match.
Everyone watched as Izuku once again displayed his skill. His staff danced, blocking, parrying, and redirecting with ease, his weapon tapping her body multiple times to demonstrate each time he could have hit her, though he never used force to do so, only demonstrating. Once her five minutes were up Yaoyorozu stepped back, breathing heavily as Izuku settled into a relaxed stance, a smile on his face.
"Not bad." He said. "You have some promise in bojutsu, definitely. We'll be focusing on that first with some unarmed techniques thrown in. Usually I'd focus more heavily on the hand to hand, but you will rarely be weaponless, so we should take advantage of that."
The ponytailed girl smiled gratefully at the praise before stepping back as he turned to the rest of the class. "Alright everyone, get up. It's time to get to work." He said with a smile and a glint in his eyes. "Ready?"
"Yes, sensei!" The group responded, everyone eager to learn.
Izuku's smile widened. This was going to be fun.
I am really getting tired of having to give excuses for how late in the month I update my stuff.
This time the issue came when I got very sick around the tenth. It was likely a bad cold, and it sapped my energy and motivation to do pretty much anything but lay in bed and read. So that caused some problems.
The second came with the chapter itself, and how it kept growing. I expected it to only be about the size of one of my standard chapters, at about 3500-4000 words, focusing on the election and the training. Instead I've got over double that without counting the author's note.
Still pretty much all of what happened in this chapter was important, at least to me. Most of it sets up stuff in the future, if in minor ways, in some cases.
Like the fact that Nezu is making use of the asset Izuku represents to expand his options. This will show it's effects as we go forward.
And for those wondering why Monoma is only being a slight dick instead of a complete tool, 1-A hasn't been involved in anything to put them in the spotlight yet, so his inferiority complex hasn't been triggered. He always struck me as someone very insecure and resentful that he's already being overshadowed before the first month of school is over. So this early introduction should help mitigate things.
In any case, the next chapter should be the beginning of the USJ arc. Things are going to be different there, and the fallout is going to have severe repercussions, both good and bad. Look forward to that.
I do believe that's all I needed to say, and so I leave you with my customary reminders.
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