I do not own My Hero Academia.
This story was written with the help of another writer who wishes to remain anonymous, but has done most of the work and wishes for it to be posted here on fanfiction.
There poll about whether Izuku/Izumi should be related to Miruko is now closed with the majority vote yes.
When Izuku opened his eyes on Wednesday morning, he discovered he still held the same grin which he had when he had gone to sleep. How could it not? He had managed to go to the gym with Ochaco. Any evening spent with a cute girl, and a friend at that, was worth it. Life sure looked way better already.
His good mood fell as he thought of Bakugo. Emotions poured into his gut, making him feel like he was close to bursting with feelings.
"I was really delusional, wasn't I?" Izuku sighed.
He looked at the mirror on his wardrobe's door, and smiled at his reflection.
"Just what made you think he would be your friend?" Izuku asked himself, expecting an answer.
Knowing that there would only be silence in response, he sighed and shook his head. Instead, he closed his eyes and changed to his rabbit form.
When Izumi opened her eyes, she found a smiling and confident rabbit girl on the mirror, with oversized pajamas.
"No time like the present, eh Izumi?" She told herself. "I am the brave and righteous bunny girl Izumi Midoriya, and we don't have any time for bullies like Bakugo!"
Although she came off as childish in her mind, it was surprisingly easier than she thought to fill that role. Maybe the fact she had One for All helped, or maybe Izumi just had a far better time in UA than Izuku did. Maybe Izuku, deep down, really wanted to be that Izumi he envisioned.
After a hasty morning exercise, Izuku checked the hero news in his cell phone, interested on the latest Miruko controversy. He gave all other Pro-Hero news a glance until he came to the last mention of Miruko.
Izuku winced. A lot of mid-ranking Heroes were really ganging up on Miruko… not that Izuku didn't understand them. Miruko was a lot like Bakugo and Endeavor personality-wise. The difference, sadly, was that while Endeavor was pragmatic enough to have Crossover events with other heroes in order to keep his high popularity, and even fake being pleasant to be around with when the time was right, Miruko had no such reservations.
It was admirable for someone to speak from the heart, but in the competitive world of Pro-Heroes where public opinion could affect your ranking and position, it wasn't wise to be blunt or stubborn on ideals, especially when they weren't popular. Miruko had never been one to do team-ups and she would never do anything she didn't feel like it. For some time, that garnered her some popularity (people love feisty little bunny girls, apparently) to the point she made it in the top-ten. At the moment, though, that personality trait was coming back to bite her in the butt.
Many attention seeking Pro-Heroes who had met Miruko at one point or another were all calling her all sorts of things, going as far as to suggest she was a menace around children. Some, thankfully, were more honest or friendly. Izuku was floored when he learned Endeavor of all people was supportive of Miruko… although in hindsight it made sense strategically speaking.
"I just hope none of the guys start asking me about Miruko" Izuku grumbled, reminded of the conspiracies his classmates came from. "Stupid costume designers…"
Izuku didn't bother with the latest news for long. He hopped off to the door and paused. He scrunched his face and concentrated.
"Right, remember, I'm Izumi… cute, fluffy but badass rabbit girl… not Izuku, the plain-looking fan boy."
When she opened her eyes, Izumi grinned, puffed up her chest and boldly marched out, into the world outside. She hurried for an early bath, before any of the girls went to the shared bathroom. When she made her way to the kitchen, she wasn't surprised to find a happy Ochaco and some of her classmates.
Life couldn't get any better for Izumi.
That peaceful Wednesday morning, after a stressful roll call with their homeroom teacher, Izumi felt actually excited for the day ahead. There wouldn't be any heroics or anything similar, but she was starting to enjoy school a lot more. That and she was looking forward to spending more time with Ochaco that evening. Ochaco had been fired up after the Battle Trial, to the point she wanted to start sparring with Izumi. The rabbit girl wanted to practice one-on-one combat as well… but the idea of getting physical with an attractive girl like Ochaco…
Izumi's life was good… really good.
It was still confusing any time Izuku thought of himself as Izumi or as a her instead of a him. Still, Izuku had decided to commit to the act fully, like All Might had done, so he was not about to give up now. She was now Izumi, Class 1-A Rabbit Girl and future hero.
Her thoughts were taken by their homeroom teacher, who stoically went to the front desk and addressed them with tired insomniac eyes.
"Alright, everyone" Aizawa sighed. "I reviewed the Battle Trial with All Might yesterday. All things considered, not bad."
The class released sighs of relief.
"That being said, I expect marked improvements in the near future or else" warned Aizawa.
The class tensed, gulping with dread.
"But enough of that" Aizawa said.
The class relaxed.
"We have another more important matter to settle" Aizawa said, his tone cold and stern. "One that will impact your future in UA…"
Everyone was back to feeling like cornered animals.
"You have to choose a class representative and vice-representative" stated the homeroom teacher matter-of-factly.
The teenagers were not amused by a smirking and entertained Aizawa. Clearly, their homeroom teacher was a sadist that knew exactly how he made them react.
"Eh… what's a class representative for?" Asked a confused Ojiro.
"You didn't have one at your school?" Wondered Kaminari.
"No, I didn't even know they were thing" admitted the tailed student.
"It doesn't really do anything" said Mineta.
"Actually, the class representative is, as the title suggests, the one student that will speak for all of you in matters regarding the class. Whenever you wish to organize a class exercise, it is up to the class representative to speak to the teachers, for example. Additionally, any future events of the school in which your class will be involved in will be discussed and organized with the Class representative" Aizawa said.
Everyone sat up straight, interested. Suddenly, being a class representative was far more important than what they had imagined.
"So how do you pick one?" Someone asked.
Aizawa, ever the helpful teacher, merely shrugged and pulled out a sleeping back from under his desk.
"Chose however you want, just pick one before your first class" Aizawa grumbled before laying down and dozing off in a corner.
"I suggest employing a democratic vote!" Said Iida.
"Boo! Democracy is cancer!" Jokingly booed Ashido, earning a few chuckles around her.
"Oy, I'm the strongest here!" Roared Bakugo "So I should be the class representative."
The class looked at their explosive classmate, before looking away, ignoring the blond entirely.
"I think a vote sounds fine," commented Yaoyorozu.
"Oy!" Shouted Bakugo.
"But we barely know each other, ribbit" said Asui.
"I said I'm the class representative, damn it!"
"How else are we supposed to pick a representative, though?" Kirishima wondered. "Rock-paper-scissors?"
"I'm all for that" laughed Hagakure.
"We must hurry! We do not have a lot of time available to make a choice!" Iida said, before turning to the invisible girl. "And we will not decide such an important position with a kid's game."
"What about a tournament of tic-tac-toe?" Proposed Ashido, completely ignoring what Iida had just said.
"God damn it, extras!" Shouted Bakugo.
"I say Izumi should be our class representative!"
Everyone quiet down, including the explosive blond standing on his desk. The rabbit girl in question stared in horror at the girl who had proposed such a preposterous thing. Ochaco, somewhat embarrassed, would not be deterred, however.
"She's smart, clever and I bet she'll make us look a lot better as a representative than the likes of… well… you know who" Ochaco chuckled.
Bakugo frowned, confused, until he noticed every head had glanced at him before nodding solemnly back at Ochaco.
"Oy, what do you mean by that?!" Screamed the explosive blond.
"I second that!" Said Yaoyorozu.
Although she sounded her usual formal and serious self, her eyes, however, were sparkling and her cheeks were red with a blush. For all of her stiff persona, Izumi knew that Yaoyorozu had another phase of her… a very cuddling fluff-loving side.
"You just like the idea of having a fluffy class rep, don't you?" accused Jiro.
"Of-of course not" muttered Yaoyorozu, embarrassed. "Alright, maybe a little bit…"
"Meh, what the hell?" Shrugged Jiro. "Might as well be Izumi, I guess."
"Yes! Izumi for president!" Exclaimed Ashido.
"And here I thought you were against democracy" Joked Kirishima.
"Down with democracy, long live the Republic!" joked back Ashido.
"Hon-hon-hon" agreed a certain French blond in the background.
"Yay, Rabbit President!" Exclaimed a certain invisible girl.
"Come on, guys, we should pick a boy" Mineta protested.
But none of the boys seemed that interested in taking on a role with a lot of responsibility as a class representative. In fact, it sounded a bit daunting having to be the voice of the class.
"I wish to be the Class representative" stated Todoroki.
It took one glace from his peers and a look into those deep icy eyes of his before they all shook their heads. Todoroki frowned with confusion at that. Why didn't his peers don't want him in a role of power? Hadn't he demonstrated he was one of the strongest in their class?
"Let us put it to a vote then" stated Iida. "Those who wish for Izumi to be our class representative, raise your hands."
Izumi, in turn, watched with her mouth wide agape and mounting horror as hands rose into the air. There was a cheerful Ochaco, who seemed to be unable to understand that Izumi did not want to take such a role. She barely knew how to speak to people, much less represent them! Then there were the others who had shown their support at the idea, like Ashido, Hagakure, an enthusiastic Yaoyorozu and a bored Jiro. There were, however, a few surprising hands.
A blushing silent Koji Koda, an equally quiet Mezo Shoji and a brooding Fumikage Tokoyami raised their hands as well. Tsuyu Asui was also part of the raised hands. Izumi watched, horrified, and spluttered incoherently. Worse, was when Iida raised his hands, averting his gaze from his confused peers.
"You traitors!" Mineta shouted, pointing at the boys who had voted for Izumi. "Come on guys, vote for me, and I promise that I will have the girl's skirt cut in half!"
"I don't think the class representative has that kind of power," chuckled Kaminari.
The girls, on their part, were not amused by the perverted dwarf. The boys, in turn, looked away as not to be associated with said petite boy.
"I suppose it is decided then" sighed Iida, dejected. "Izumi shall be our class representative!"
"I love democracy," cackled Ashido.
"But who shall be our vice-representative?" Wondered Kirishima.
Except for a fuming Bakugo and a still confused Todoroki, all heads turned to a newly chosen class representative. Izuku squeaked, scared witless from the burden thrust onto her. How was she supposed to respond?
Remember, stick to the act! Izumi thought. Izumi is confident and fearless! She's barer of One for All, chosen and tutored by All Might himself! Remember what All Might said…
And thus, Izumi forced a smile on her face, puffed up her chest and gave a simple chuckle as she tried to think of something. She could do it.
"What about Iida or Yaoyorozu?" Wondered Izumi. "They both seem responsible and to stick to the rules. That and they both seem knowledgeable and well composed. Let's face it, I don't think I command that much respect, but either of those two would without any problem."
Class 1-A broke into murmurs of agreement, all while Izumi released a sigh of relief. She also mentally patted herself in the back. Acting all confident and brave wasn't that hard, but it sure was stressful.
"See? You make for a great representative!" Ochaco told Izumi.
"Thanks" said Izumi.
Deep down, Izumi was pondering how she was going to get back to the gravity girl. She was barely keeping it together with all the attention and she had yet to start her role as Class Representative. However, there was no backing out. Izumi was no quitter.
"But how are we supposed to choose a class vice-representative?" Pondered Kaminari.
"I propose a democratic vote!" Said Ashido.
Everyone glared at the pink-skinned girl who clearly wasn't taking the selection seriously enough.
What followed were heated twenty minutes in which the class broke into a power struggle that somehow culminated with Yaoyorozu being selected as Vice-Representative. Perhaps it was the fact that Iida was… well… a bit too intense and unapproachable at times. Thus, Izumi found herself at the head of her class, trying to act confident, next to the professional-looking Yaoyorozu.
"Finally" grumbled Aizawa. "Alright, you'll have your first inter-class meeting on Friday."
"Our what?" Izumi and Yaoyorozu said.
Aizawa sighed but didn't elaborate, instead picking his sleeping bag and trudging out of the class.
"Did he just…?" Yaoyorozu wondered.
"Yep" Izumi replied.
The class remained silent, unsure how to react. There were only a few minutes left before their first class started, so it wasn't like there was much to do. Well, apparently Yaoyorozu knew what she wanted to do.
"Yeah! I am your vice-rep!" Yaoyorozu said, leaning down and embracing Izumi.
It was then that Izumi's entire head found itself in a heavenly place and her mind went straight to lala-land. From her seat, a particular Infinity Girl clenched her fists as Yaoyorozu squealed in delight finally managing to fulfill one of her desires. Someone had wanted to hug the class rabbit girl for some time, apparently.
"You sure are heavier than you look" Yaoyorozu commented, before she let go of the rabbit girl.
Izumi, at the moment, didn't have the brain capacity to provide a coherent answer.
"By the way, Izumi, I had yet to congratulate you on achieving the position of Class Representative!"
Izumi, for her part, sighed despondently, her face resting over the table. All around, the dining hall was filled with the usual hubbub of teenagers. With lunch time upon them, students from all courses mingled and chatted, forgetting all about that morning's lessons. Izumi, on her part, had actually forgotten about the impromptu election she had somehow won.
On a table of their own, Iida, Ochaco and the newly chosen Class Representative tried to enjoy their meal. One of them, however, couldn't stomach her food.
"No need to remind me" grumbled Izumi.
"You really wanted the position, didn't you Iida?" Ochaco asked with a sheepish smile.
"Yes!" Admitted Iida, before sighing. "However, the vote has been cast and, sadly, my peers have spoken: it is not to be."
"Why do you want to be Class Rep, though?" Wondered Izumi. "I don't think any hero agency will care and it sounds like it will take time away from training."
"True, but I wish to obtain the experience of leadership" Iida said.
"Leadership?" Inquired both girls in unison.
"Yes. You see, my brother, Ingenium, is a commendable leader with dozens of side-kicks under his command. Many agencies prefer to have mostly a few Pro-Heroes with a handful support side-kicks, but my brother is different. I admire that of him, and I sincerely hope to achieve such social prowess" said Iida.
"Well, you might have to consider going down a few gears if that's the case, Iida" Izumi said, looking at her friend. "Don't take it as an insult, but you can be pretty… ehm… intense at times."
Damn, when had she ever been so blunt and outspoken before? Izumi could only ponder in amazement. Maybe the whole act was starting to get to her.
"Yes, I understand" an ashamed Iida responded. "In any case, I am thankful that at least I might learn from you, Izumi."
"Learn what from me?" Izumi wandered.
"Why, how to improve of course!" Iida stated. "Thus far you've proven to be an exceptional individual! You faced the Zero-Pointer during the exam without hesitation and then went against Bakugo, a fearful opponent to be had!"
"You know, you speak really funny, Iida" Ochaco commented.
Izumi, on her part, was confused.
"But I did hesitate, didn't I? And it wasn't like I wasn't afraid against Bakugo" Izumi said. "However, I do know that sometimes my body moves before I can think about it."
She remembered when she had recklessly endangered herself the day she met All Might. In fact, it had been that foolish stupidity that had, somehow, convinced All Might that she was a good successor. Izumi really didn't follow the man's logic, but who was she to complain?
"That's so cool!" Ochaco said, only to grimace. "I wish I was that brave…"
"Hey, it is a matter of practice… I think" Izumi tried to say. "I am not really that great, really guys. You both make it sound like I am sort of amazing…"
She trailed off. Both Iida and Ochaco, while not disagreeing with her, weren't looking her way, as if they couldn't bring themselves to agree with Izumi's assessment of herself.
"Seriously guys, I am socially awkward and nerdy and…"
"You are?" Ochaco asked, blinking at Izumi.
"I see. Is this some sort of joke I am failing to grasp?" Hummed a thoughtful Iida. "I am afraid you'll have to explain it to me."
In hindsight, Izumi had forgotten that both Iida and Ochaco barely knew her, or at least they had never met Izuku Midoriya. They weren't like Bakugo, or any of Izuku's former classmates, all of which shared the same low opinion of the green-haired boy. All they knew was that she was a lively rabbit girl with an amazing quirk and who had already done a few allegedly brave things (Izumi found that debatable, though).
"Come on guys, you don't know me that well" said Izumi. "It's been, what, two or three days since we meet each other?"
"First impressions do matter" said Iida.
He had a point there.
"Hey, I might not know you for long, but I actually think you are pretty amazing" Ochaco confessed.
"Really?" Izumi asked, blinking at the brunette. Her? Amazing? Impossible.
"And you are fun!" Ochaco added. "We have hanged out together and you never looked nerdy to me."
Alright, maybe Ochaco ate something or maybe she had lost her mind somewhere along the way. There was no way you could put the name "Izuku Midoriya" and "fun" in the same sentence without coming out with a negative statement.
"I think I will wait until I deliver my assessment" Iida said. "That being said, I do think that-"
Whatever Iida was going to say was cut off by the sound of an alarm blaring. Izumi winced, clasping her hands over her sensitive ears, all while Ochaco and Iida looked around, baffled.
"Is there a fire?" Ochaco asked.
All around, the cafeteria became a flurry of activity. Students were staring at the ceiling, confused, or standing up and leaving. No sooner had a few started to walk out, the more confused peers appeared to follow their example.
"Hey, excuse me!" Iida called one of the senior students. "What is going on?"
"That's the defense breach alarm" the student said. "That means there are villains in the campus!"
And with that, the ever so helpful student rushed away. He wasn't the only one. In fact, by that point, most students were already spreading the word and panic was becoming visible in more than one face.
"We need to evacuate the building then!" Iida said.
"Eh… should we?" Izumi asked.
"This is an emergency! There could be villains inside and-" Iida started saying.
"Now is not the time to panic" said Izumi.
This is it! Izumi thought, this is a test of leadership… but what to do? And could someone destroy that damn alarm?
She struggled to her feet, feeling a headache. Why did the alarm have to be so loud? And why weren't Iida nor Ochaco affected? It was loud for them too, wasn't it?
I need to help. Izuku might be the sort to panic, but Izumi isn't, she reminded herself.
"If we all try to leave the building, we will all end up stuck at the corridors" Izumi said.
"But we can't just sit idle, can we?" Iida wondered.
"Where's Lunch Rush?" Izumi asked.
"He left" said Ochaco.
"Then the other teachers probably are already handling the situation… we can't blindly run away. For all we know we could be headed straight to danger" Izumi said, groaning as she tried to withstand the piercing alarm.
"Should we call an emergency number?" Iida asked.
"Who are we going to call? Heroes? This is a Pro-Hero school, Iida!" Ochaco rebutted.
"Well… maybe the police or firefighters should be informed as well" Iida grumbled. "Perhaps I should record a last message in case we-"
"No need to be so morbid, Iida!" Exclaimed a horrified Ochaco.
Izumi blinked before reaching for her cell phone. Ochaco and Iida watched, confused, as the agonizing rabbit girl went through her contact list before calling someone. Luckily, All Might responded right away.
"Young Midoriya, is everyone alright over there?" All Might wondered, preoccupied.
"Yes, just really confused here. What's going on out there? Are there villains? Should we leave?" Izumi asked.
"No, no, it is a false alarm. Pesky journalists managed to breach the defense perimeter. That's all. Sadly, until we can get rid of them, the alarm and detection system will still alert us of their presence as intruders" All Might responded. "Stay put and avoid rushing to the exits in a panic, young Midoriya!"
"Yes, I thought as much" Izumi said.
"Have no fear, for I am here… with a very angry Principal who is going to sue the living lights out of those so-called journalists!" All Might said with a hearty laugh.
Even in the situation they were in, Izumi found herself chuckling.
"Thanks" Izumi said before she hanged. "It's alright, guys, it is just journalists who sneaked into the school."
"Journalists?" Ochaco asked, frowning.
"Who did you call exactly?" Wondered Iida.
"A teacher" Izumi said. Not a lie, but not the full truth either. "Secret Identity Program, remember?" She added.
Luckily, her two friends seemed to make just assumptions Izumi wanted.
"Ah" nodded Ochaco and Iida in understanding.
"So… we stay put" Izumi said.
Luckily, the alarm had subsided considerably, perhaps because the teachers had managed to correct the threat level of the trespasser. Regardless, it annoyed Izumi to no end. She glanced at the dining hall before trading looks with her friends. There was one thing they had just noticed.
"Where's everyone?" Izumi asked.
"I think they all panicked and tried to get out of the school" said Ochaco.
Izumi, on her part, groaned. Where were the responsible seniors when you needed them?
What should I do? She wondered. Should I help? Of course I have to help! Everyone could be hurting themselves out there!
"Come on guys" Izumi said, standing up.
"Aren't we supposed to stay put?" Iida wondered.
"Yeah, but we have to help everyone else before they do something crazy" Izumi replied.
As it so happened, it wasn't just a mere handful of students who had panicked. By the looks of it, almost the entirety of the school body had apparently lost their cool. That or a good lot of them had been caught in all the ensuing anarchy. Perhaps panic had spread like wildfire before anyone could put out the flames of chaos. In any case, things weren't looking good.
"They are going to trample over each other!" Exclaimed a horrified Ochaco.
"We must act quickly… but how?" Wondered Iida. "There must be some way…"
Izumi wished she wasn't so damn short. If she dared venture anywhere near the flocking students in the corridor head, she would be stamped to death! If only she could walk on the ceiling…
Izumi blinked, an idea popping in her mind.
"Ochaco, use your quirk on me" Izumi said with a face of determination.
"What are you planning, Izumi?" Iida asked, concerned.
"To draw their attention" said Izumi. "Infinity Girl?"
Ochaco looked hesitant.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Do you trust me?" Izumi asked.
Chocolate eyes bore into Izumi's amethyst violet ones and, for a moment, their gazes remained locked in each other. Then, Ochaco smiled and nodded.
"Yes" she said. "I trust you."
One touch from the brunette later and Izumi started floating.
"Iida, throw me to the ceiling, over their heads!" Izumi instructed.
Iida looked like he needed more details than that. However, he swallowed his curiosity and concerns and did as told. When Izumi reached the ceiling, she went to one of the entrances, right over one of the door frames.
"Alright, let's get started" Izumi said.
She summoned One for All and, glowing with power and with bolts of lightning cracking across her skin, she kicked off. The students all stopped pushing and shoving, caught by the strange light displays overhead. Bouncing from wall to wall, across door frame to door frame, Izumi waited for the commotion to die down before slamming against a door frame and addressing the public.
All across the corridors, students broke into whispers.
"What is she doing?" "Is that a rabbit girl?" "She's so adorable!"
Izumi tried to ignore the comments, even if her rather keen ears picked them loud and clear.
"Hey, everyone, there are no villains!" Izumi shouted. "There are only journalists!"
"How do you know that?" Asked someone.
"Hey, guys, look" someone by the windows said, pointing at something below. "The rabbit girl is right!"
Those closest to the windows pressed their heads (or were forcibly stamped) against the glass. Before long, everyone was swearing and cursing the greedy media-hounds and calmly dispersing. Kicking from wall to wall, this time at a more manageable speed, Izumi made her way back to her friends, who looked amazed.
"Wow, that was awesome! See, you are pretty amazing!" Said Ochaco.
"Indeed! You truly are deserving of the Class Representative position!" Iida said.
The two teenagers, however, quickly discovered that their friend wasn't responding nor moving. She stayed hunched over, her hands over her stomach.
"Eh… Izumi?" Ochaco called.
"You look rather sick…" commented Iida.
Izumi, who indeed looked rather green, slowly turned her head towards them.
"I think I am going to vomit" mumbled Izumi.
Ochaco and Iida could only panic at that.
-‐-‐-‐-
All Might had expected things when he had joined UA. For starters, he had expected a lot more attention from the media in general. All Might had rarely stuck to one place for long. His mere presence, after all, could bring down crime, so as long as he kept on the move or the villains guessing, he would manage to keep the peace. All Might had not imagined just what lengths the media hounds would go.
"What exactly did they expect to achieve?" Harrumphed All Might, next to Principal Nezu.
The two stared at the main gate to UA, or rather what remained of it. Beneath the metal arch that had once held a thick seamless steel door, Power Loader studied what appeared to be metallic dust.
"I have a few guesses" the Principal hummed. "None rational or wise."
All Might sighed, shaking his head.
"I apologize, Principal. I should have foreseen this" the Number One hero said, bowing in apology to the chimera creature.
"Nonsense, All Might. How were you supposed to predict just how unpredictable and stupid could they be?" Nezu said.
Behind them, Aizawa and the homeroom teacher of 1-B, Sekijiro Kan aka Vlad King, approached them.
"That was the last of them" grunted a frustrated Aizawa.
"They sure can be like cockroaches" added Kan.
"Now, now, let us not mouthpiece the fourth power of our republic" said the Principal. "We have other concerns at present. How are the students?"
"Better, by the looks of it" Aizawa said. "I am disappointed to say they were irrational, unable to remain calm."
"You couldn't have expected anyone to stay put" rebutted Kan. "There were many of the kids that didn't know what the alarm was even for."
"So that is why they should allow herd-mentality to define their actions?" Grunted Aizawa. "Hadn't it been for one of my students, we would still see the students flocking the corridors."
"Let us take this as a learning experience" said the Principal. "Perhaps we should include a few drills in the future, lest we repeat today's chaos."
"Speaking of today, what exactly destroyed the gate?" Kan inquired.
"We do not know" the Principal replied. "The cameras were unable to catch anyone suspicious, but I suspect the perpetrator made use of the crowd of journalist outside."
"You don't think it was a journalist then?" Aizawa wondered.
"I do not" said Nezu. "In fact, I have the impression it was a villain."
The teachers remained silent.
"Do you think it was a message?" Wondered Kan. "Some kind of declaration of war."
"I have my theories" said Nezu. "If I had to state the likeliest, there is either a new villain organization that is confident on their strength, confident enough to make their presence known before an actual attack on the school, or the villain is impulsive, with childish tendencies, who saw the opportunity and took it if only to feel as if he or she was causing harm to us. Perhaps it is both options."
Mention of villains being behind the day's commotion made the Number One Hero worry. All Might could only think about young Midoriya. He had to make sure the young man/rabbit girl grew stronger.
"All Might" Nezu said, turning to the Number One Hero. "Regarding your candidate as second teacher for Fundamentals in Heroics, perhaps it is time to make the final call."
All Might's eyes widened. Aizawa stepped between them, rather irritated.
"I have to protest" Aizawa stated. "I do not think-"
"Considering what transpired today" Nezu gestured at the fallen gate. "I rather we have more Pro-Heroes in the staff. Wouldn't you agree?"
Aizawa stiffly nodded in agreement, albeit with reluctance. All Might, on the other hand, wasn't exactly confident about his choice. That person could possibly make young Midoriya's life hell. However, if it helped Midoriya grow stronger…
"Then I'll make the call right away," said All Might, pushing down his trepidation.
This is going to be one hell of a phone call, he thought only to mentally add with confidence, All for young Midoriya.
